Take a puddle of a person. The world was not always a book, nor its residents words. Put your liquid away from your very element vulnerable reality. A friend of yours keeps a vat of ink in his pocket.
A direct siphon opened as wide as can be. Fall into this place not built for you with the help of something that was. Where are you? This land is impossible and so, so fragile. You are an element. This is paper. Water damaged world. Stained world? Does what you touch exist if it is paper and you are a stain?
An impossibility caged and still roaming free, talking to anyone who finds where it watches from. Is that another person under that projection? How can you contain something that by its nature eats through everything? It's safe to be near. It disappears some day.
Reality is stolen and you cannot tell a difference.
Pilfer from god and announce that it's been done. Parade your prize from so far away no one cares. Everything and everyone is yours. Now some care. It's been fun. Reality is a book and you are a barely contained blaze. It's a miracle. Remake the world as always wondered but now no retribution is wrought? This was always the outcome.
portion of the narrative or a person? product nonetheless. speak to an old enemy-complete stranger. a fate averted by? conscripted. then perhaps literally conscripted? ever observant, ever passive. were you needed? Movement and listening is all there is. You understand everything-nothing. You are ill-suited to this place, with all your polygons. They are too polite to point it out-unable to notice. You meet god again-for the first time. He knows who you are but does not know you. Someone you have never met is the most important person here and that is never good. No one you know has impacted this situation positively. Action has only lead to suffering. You do not act. Someone else does. Action, action, action, death, death, death. You watch everything burn. You don't know if you understand. You are the everyman. The Everyman. All is well but the dead are still gone. You watch.
out of the loop, oldest in appearance youngest in all that matters. this makes perfect sense. your world is falling apart. metaphorically. every action take to fix this problem seems to worsen it. a scar long since healed over is torn open, worse than before. Infection held back by equal infection. Hailed for the prior debriding of this wound. It was not too much at the time. It is uncommon to be squeamish, now. An old foe, still someone known, doesn't care for anything anymore. Clad in medical wear yet again, this foe is found twisted against everything he is. A whim taken too far. your world is falling apart. Literally.
combined spr x homestuck brainrot has led me to begin classpeculating. SO. allow me to yap
i just wanna say scriptliss is absolutely doombound. like weve seen that guys life and its absolutely full of disaster and suffering . like he was in shackles at some point its not even subtle
id like to say hes a mage due to the sheer amount of brunt hes experienced from all sides of his aspect. genuinely i feel so bad for him he did nothing to deserve that much grief in his life ;; ljke yes he was an edgy little goober in pr2 but are we REALLY gonna punish him for having a little emo phase. dude just wanted to make the most of his immortality cmon man. BOOOOO pr2 protag 🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅
tess is absolutely voidbound. hes a seer of void, inviting understanding through his aspect and going mad because of it, resulting in him succumbing to the whims of 1x1x1x1, the lord of void.
dusekkar is a space player, and a damn good one too. he created paper robloxia dude. we wouldnt have the damn story without him.
the only thing separating him from the lord class imho is the fact that the plot book was granted to him as a wish from sphara, and not something inherent to his existence. hes a potent space player, yes, but most of his narrative power comes from an artefact, leading me to believe hes someone moreso capable of handling his aspect with grace and finesse.
maids start out as relying on others for their aspect, and their challenge is to begin relying on themselves for it (thanks dahni). dusekkar relied on sphara granting him the plot book; now he does all the work himself. well. did, i suppose. until spr happened lmfao . so id peg dusekkar as a maid of space (heheheh made of space. pumkin head)
lanter is a time player because i said so. /lh
honestly? he just gives me time vibes. hes the typa dude whod march inexorably towards doom and he seems like a realist to me. plus he talks a lot about the past and about the future of robloxia, so im gonna put him down as a sylph of time. he understands it and invites creation through it, meddling (telling the player about dusekkars past) and inspiring the player to save probloxia from antagons clutches
rozanda is a thief of light. self explanatory.
wiscara is a witch of light. you cant tell me shes not jade harleys more ambitious, hyperactive cousin. like. be for real. shes kinda like rozanda . wacky but not downright evil
sphara? muse of time, i think. dont ask me why, it just works. she invites time and embodies it passively. shes a walking time capsule dude you cant tell me im wrong. also isnt she literally god also like . + in her death (COUGH really long nap) she invites wacky shenanigans throughout time (past, present, future) etc
antagon is a little shit, but more importantly hes a prince of sorts, taking a very active pessimistic destruction role in spr. im not quite sure what set of aspects he embodies, but im certain he either:
all the music in spr is diagetic, existing in-universe. dusekkar set it all up when he had the plot book. unfortunately, antagon is a fan of homestuck and wrecked half the songs with the Carne Vale album instead.