Twistey kissed Voyd, running her fingers through his long, flowing blond hair.

"Oh, sweet Twistey," Voyd said. "Why must our parents' strange and absurd network filtering keep us from our sacred love?"

Twistey blinked slowly. "Voyd... why are you talking like that? Also, since when have you been in love with me?"

"Twisty..." Voyd said slowly. "It's shipfest."

"Ooooh, riiight," said Twistey. "So... who's writing us?"

Voyd scratched his head. "I'm... actually not sure. Come on, let's go ask Tomash. He'd know."

Thankfully, Tomash's room was across the hall. As the pairing walked in, he was on the bed, giving Horvat snuggles. "Oh, sorry!" said Twistey, concerned they might be interrupting.

"‘S fine," said Tomash. "Horvat and I were just..." He sighed dreamily. "...Anyways, what do you want?"

"We're in a shipfic," said Voyd, "and we were wondering who's writing us."

"Wait, we're in a shipfic?" Tomash wrinkled his brow. "Huh... come to think of it, that explains a lot, actually. Like why I'm snuggling Horvat on a bed..."

Horvat, meanwhile, pumped his fist in the air. "Yes! I've finally been shipped!"

"But the question is, by who?" Twistey was still feeling sort of awkward, but her curiousity lead her on.

Tomash rubbed his chin. "Let's see... you two are being shipped, as am I and Horvat... hmm... and we're all here discussing this thing, which makes this waay to met-"

He and Horvat both groaned as they arrived at the conclusion. Tomash sighed. "Thoooooth..."

~~

"And then we cut to you next to me as I explain all this, and you say, ‘I bet you think you're terribly clever, don't you?'" Thoth said, biting into his sandwich. "What do you think?"

Neshomeh shrugged. "I suppose there are worse ways to end a fic. But why are you talking about other people's romance on our date?"

Thoth sighed. "I don't know. I just... get into the shipfest, I suppose. It's just so much fun..."

Nesh nodded. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I'm writing this shipfic right now."

Thoth blinked. "Wait, what?"

"I'm writing this shipfic right now."

"Huh... you know, this whole meta thing isn't like you."

"That's because you're writing me."

Thoth paused. "Okay, so let me get this straight... I'm writing you writing a ship of us discussing a ship I made."

Nesh nodded. "I... think so? It's really confusing and hard to keep track of. I mean... can we get any more meta?"

Thoth thought for a moment about all this, carefully pondering the ramifications.

>Fic: Quick, find a way to get more meta while Thoth is thinking.

Dammit Cal, I said no Homestuck references in this one! How did you even get edit permissions?

I added myself while you weren't looking. Wait... aren't people going to get confused trying to figure out which one of us is talking?

>I'll prefix a my statements like so.

]And I'll do the same with this.

]Anyways, you need to go to bed.

>But Caaaal... shipfic!

]I know, but you need to bed. You're tired.

>But...

]You've left Granz to sleep alone for three consecutive nights writing shipfic, Thoth. Just... go to bed. Hug him. Comfort him. You know you want to.

>Sighs. Okay, fiiiine... And when are you coming up? It's not like you've been sleeping with us this past week.

]NOT THE POINT!

>Just... come to bed with us, ‘mkay?

]Alright...