#ItS is all on one doc presently and that doc is the complete prologue

[safyresky]

Ask game! You know I live for these 😌✌️

Continue / Dark / Idea / Storm

YEAH YOU DO! And I live for you living for these bc it means I get to go OFF about THINGS >:D

I opened a couple more wips for these, lmao. ANYWAY.

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Continue: "“Sorry if I’m intruding,” the woman continued, noting the blush."

(from the WIP: Believing is Seeing - Charlie and Danielle ficlet)

Dark: "She wiped the tears off of her dark, sparkling cheeks, rubbing her thumb gently."

(from the WIP: The Call Part 1: Lost)

Idea: ""Oh! Idea!" Dite shot up suddenly, nearly hitting the pots hanging above them."

(from the WIP: Believing is Seeing, also!)

Storm: "Rain was never good on the wings, and the storm sounded awful!"

(from the WIP: Into the Shadows)

and a bonus for Idea bc I couldn't decide between two sentences: "Jacqueline squinted at him, suspicious. “You have an idea.”"

(From CS Chapter 24 ;)

Thank you again for the words!! I fucking love this shenanigan it's so FUN

send me a word and if it’s in a wip, you get a whole free sentence :D

[starsainz]

lisa darling, i come to you today to present you with some snippets from my strollonso good omens au ( with lance as aziraphale and fernando as crowley, obviously ), because i like you and i’m actually pretty proud of the writing i’ve done with it so far.

okay, so here’s one from the prologue, during their first meeting ( or sort of their first meeting ):

“I just do not see what’s so terrible about them knowing the difference between good and evil, anyway.”

“Well,” said the angel, in the subtly concerned tone of someone who cannot see it either and does not quite understand why they cannot see it. “It must be bad, um…”

“Fernando,” the demon supplied. He ignored the pang in his chest at the reality of having to reintroduce himself to this particular angel - it shouldn’t have surprised him, really, that the memory of him would have been erased from the the minds of those who had known him before he’d left Heaven. And the two of them had only met once, after all, shortly before his departure. And he had a new name now, anyway; the one he’d had as an angel was not at all suitable for someone living Below.

But still.

“Lanciel,” the angel returned, though he had been thinking recently of changing his name, or at least shortening it - Lanciel was a lovely name, of course, he was grateful to Heaven for giving it to him, but it was not quite him. “Anyway, it must have been bad. Otherwise you wouldn’t have been involved.”

and then this little random one from the doc of snippets for the fic i have, just a little funny one:

There was a moment of tense silence throughout the Aston, before Lance spoke, voice completely devoid of emotion in a way that was obviously deliberate. “So. Wrong boy?”

Fernando nodded, eyes haunted behind his sunglasses. “Wrong boy.”

“Wrong boy,” Lance repeated, and his voice was certainly not devoid of emotion in now. In fact, it was pitched so high as to be on the verge of hysteria, and shaking like a leaf in a Florida hurricane.

Fernando sighed. His glasses slid up slightly as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Wrong boy.”

Another moment of silence, this one shorter than the first, before Lance suddenly leaned forward. His forehead came to rest against the Aston’s dashboard, and then a high-pitched noise of distress filled the car, the kind that would have its place coming from a cat which has just had its tail stepped on - or, in this case, from an angel who has just realized he has been playing godfather to the wrong Antichrist for eleven years.

In lieu of anything else to say or do, Fernando awkwardly patted him on the head.

and that’s it !! i hope you like ‘em <3 have a fantastic day !!

oh my GOD. this is so good!!! i am eating it up. i love this world i love the way you've presented fernando and lance. i love it all. i would love love to hear more about it whenever you get the chance!!!!!!!

[mary-is-writing]

Hey so, funny story, this kinda happened to me before.

The year was august. I'm just starting my second year of middle school and I transfered to a new school to spend my last two years there. This was a fancy private school, and we got ipads as a requisite to study here. So my parents bought me an ipad, and all students had one, and we used it instead of computers 99% of the time to do things like videos and presentations and whatnot. The school gave us for free a bunch of apps that'd normally be pay to use as well as blocking the app store so we wouldn't download games and get distracted (they used to do this only once at the begining of the year but once a classmate figured out the password to unlock it with an algorithm and the spots the fingers left in the keyboard and when the teachers figured this out they started changing the code every few months or so)

Senior year comes and I get an idea for a new wip, as usual. I start writing it in the notes app of my ipad, in one of the apps the school gives us. The year goes by. I write up to five chapters + a prologue, and each chapter is like at least 1K words and at best maybe 3-4K. Its not great but it's a first draft, it doesn't have to be.

I graduate. The app restriction is lifted and the apps the school gave us are removed. Cool, whatever, I can use my ipad now freely I guess.

Then on the ride home it hits me like a truck.

My writing. My writing.

The app is gone. I can't download it again cause it's a pay to use app. Everything I once wrote there is gone forever. FIVE WHOLE CHAPTERS GONE LIKE THAT.

(Later on I realized I backed up like 2-3 chapters on my email so it wasn't a complete loss, but before knowing it my world was destroyed for a few days)

I rewrote what I lost and swore off writing on digital for the entirety of high school. Then I got an accident in which my backpack, where my notebook with my draft was, got wet by the rain and the notebook almost got ruined, so I decided hey y'know what maybe I should do both, digital and traditional, and also send the docs to myself via email in case my laptop ever dies or something.

[joontier]

akin ka na lang (muli.) | drabble

translation: be mine (again.) 

synopsis: Dr. Kim Taehyung, locally known for his successful cardio-thoracic surgeries. One thing he isn’t known for though, is that he’s your two-timing ex who’s come to visit you in the new hospital you work at. 

pairings: taehyung x reader

rating: R (18+)

au: doctors!au; exes!au | genre: smut, slight angst, mentions of infidelity

warnings: exhibitionism, fingering, cunnilingus, degradation 

word count: 2.2k

request: by @taemaknae​​​ “silakbo track feat. taehyung + doctor!au (because we need more doctor aus hehehe” SORRY IT TOOK A WHILE BABE!! but here ya gooo! I hope u enjoy it luv hehehhehe

g/n: this is part of The Paraluman Playlist - a drabble game we’re holding for the whole month of August!!! Send in your requests lovelies;; ((why do i get the feeling that this could be a good prologue too ajsdfhoaiwjef)) also,,, this might be a part of a fic crossover with one im working on right now with jk wOOPS

navi. | m.list

“And that concludes the reports for this month’s cardiac surgery reports.” 

Ending your presentation with one last click of your pointer, you turn to your fellow doctors, resisting the strong urge to roll your eyes. Some of the seniors are already asleep, while those who are a closer to your age are obviously bored to the bone.

You’re seriously considering if you want to even bother asking the audience if they have any further questions when no one was listening in the first place anyways. Well, maybe except for the chairman who had been all ears the whole time.

Meetings like these are just a major waste of time – time you could have used to sleep your fatigue away after having completed a five-hour open heart surgery last night. If it only weren’t for the hospital’s board of directors that implemented this scheme.

The Ministry of Health and Welfare had only encouraged all hospitals to hold conferences like this to support medical-related research, but The Woocheon Group, after having been praised by the ministry itself for pioneering experimental medicine and clinical trials, upped its game, scheduling these quarterly conferences to monthly ones.  

This plan would have sounded engaging to most third parties, but to those who were chosen to create reports, such as yourself, do not find these meetings most pleasant. After all, these month-end reports will also be uploaded to Woocheon’s online journals. Not that these doctors would even read any of those even if published both online or in paper. Unless of absolute necessity as reference, of course.

Your eyes scan over the audience consisting of at least forty doctors until you lock eyes with the one and only Kim Taehyung - infamous for his recently successful cardio-thoracic surgery on a twenty-two year old athlete back at Daegu Medical Center. Unfortunately for you, he’s also the same man who cheated on you for another colleague a few years back. 

He was the reason you left DMC in the first place, unable to continue your career back at the center with such an unhealthy, hate-conducive environment. Obviously, you knew having to work with a cheater and having to face him for at least six days a week wasn’t going to do you any good. Hence, your moving to Seoul to officially pursue your fellowship at Woocheon Medical City. What you never expected though, was Taehyung coming all the way from Daegu to sit in with Woocheon’s internal conferences. 

For what? Why was he here? What reason does he have to suddenly show up like this? 

Whatever his business here was absolutely none of yours, and you promised yourself you were going to be the last person to concern yourself with such. 

“Any further questions?” 

You see Taehyung’s hand raise hesitantly, but retracts it quickly as another raises his hand. As you address the inquiry, you still feel Taehyung’s gaze locked on yours. Nobody dares to ask another question, not wanting to prolong the useless conference any longer. Thankfully, the hospital’s chairman ends the meeting shortly after that.

As you pack your things up while the rest of the crowd files out of the room, you feel someone approach you. In fact, you feel two - with both of the presences extremely familiar. When you look up from your desk, you see Taehyung and Chairman Jung Hoseok nearing the podium you stood behind from.

Taehyung lets the chairman approach you first. Good, at least the man still has a little bit of dignity left in him. “Dr. _______, great presentation today,” Hoseok applauds, “You are a blessing to this hospital,” the chairman adds, placing a hand on the small of your back. 

“All in a day’s work, Chairman Jung,” you give the man a warm smile. Taehyung notices the small gesture and diverts his gaze quickly, as if he was caught watching something private. You smile inwardly, wanting to drop as many hints as possible to let the blonde-haired man he isn't welcome here. 

The chairman finally takes notice of his presence as he turns around, much to your dismay. “Ah! Dr. Kim Taehyung! I wasn’t informed of your arrival… anyways, welcome to The Woocheon Medical City and may I introduce to you one of our best cardiology consultants here…” 

“Dr. __________, of course.” A wide smile forms on Taehyung’s lips, reaching out his hand for a handshake. You hesitate for a split-second - torn between not wanting to be within arm’s reach of your traitorous ex-boyfriend, or maintaining your usual professional demeanor. Maybe it’s best for you to go with the latter, and pretend you two are meeting for the first time. 

“We were colleagues back in Daegu Medical Center.” 

Or maybe not. 

Hoseok’s secretary comes over just in time, informing him of a friend  who wishes to meet him outside as well as the rest of the day’s schedule. “Oh, guess I’ll have to meet that one then,” Hoseok says, turning to the both of you. “Well, I’ll have to leave you both for a moment. I’ll see you both around.” With a short wave, the chairman leaves the two of you to “catch up”. 

“_________. Can we talk?” 

“There’s nothing to talk about, Dr. Kim. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I still have plenty of things to do.” Deciding not to meet his eyes, you scan the room, sending a silent plea to the last doctor who was getting ready to leave, wishing that he won’t leave you alone with this man. 

Taehyung blocks your sight with his body. Clenching your jaw, you tilt your head at him, waiting on what he has to say now. “Come back to me, please…” A scoff escapes your lips as you roll your eyes at Taehyung.

“I’d even beg on my knees, _______. I’ll do whatever you want, baby.” 

“You on your knees?” You raise an eyebrow.

“I am a changed man.” 

“Fuck you, Kim Taehyung.” 

“By all means, ________, please.” Rolling your eyes at your two-timing ex, you continue packing up, making sure you won't forget anything else on the desk. Funny how he can even extract innuendos from your display of hatred. At this point, Taehyung had already rounded the table and is now standing beside you.

You figure he’s fiddling with the projector (for all you care), that is, until you feel his warm breath fanning against your nape. His close proximity instantly gives you a chill and before you can turn to face him, he already has you trapped between his body and the podium. 

Taehyung can't hide the smirk that graces his lips when he sees you gulp. Fueled by your reaction, he proceeds to reach for the clicker by the opposite end of the desk, bending you a little bit forward, all the while pressing his erection against your ass. 

When he feels you hold your breath in, it only spurs him on, slowly grinding against you. “T-Tae…” you whisper out brokenly, weakly pushing away his firm hold on your waist. “You’re not…” All coherent thoughts get drained from your head when he takes your breasts in his hands, kneading them gently through your shirt,  “...s-supposed to do….” 

The door opens all of a sudden and the janitor enters, holding a plastic roll in his hands. Taehyung abruptly takes his hands off you, placing them inside his pockets instead. Thankfully, the janitor only takes notice of you and Taehyung’s presence after checking the trash bin by the last row and not when the latter had his hands all over you. “Oh, sorry Doc! I thought everybody had left already. I’ll just come back later.” Bowing once in your direction, he leaves quickly just as he had arrived. 

As you turn around to confront Taehyung about his brazen behavior, he’s already there, suddenly connecting his lips with yours. Nearly loosing your footing at the unexpected action, Taehyung instinctively places his hands on your back, pushing you further towards him. You place your palms against his chest, not wanting to get scandalized by making out with a guest. “Taehyung…”

The blonde-haired man pulls away from the kiss, only to attach his lips on that certain spot on your neck that ultimately gets you weak in the knees. ‘Does he remember?’ You think, mind getting hazy over the feeling of his pliant mouth on your skin after all these years. Then again, your mind betrays you with the vivid image of him fucking your friend in your very room – inside the same apartment you shared with that friend he cheated on you with.

Your judgment gets clouded once more as he fumbles with your shirt, unbuttoning the first one – enough to leave a hickey just above the valley of your breast. Taking your bottom lip between your teeth to hold in the moan the threatens to escape your mouth, your fist tightens around the fabric of his collar.

Sliding the swiveling chair from underneath, Taehyung pushes you down onto the cushion of the seat. As he kneels to the ground, your heart beats rapidly in your chest, the anticipation causing to form a few beads of sweat by your hairline. Pleasure shoots through your core as he hikes your skirt up, rubbing his hands all over your thighs.

Having him touch you like this after so many years ignited that fire inside you once more, the almost foreign feeling ultimately driving you close to madness.

Fuck, you missed this. Not him. Not Taehyung. Whatever thing this was with Taehyung that was so deliriously enticing: this magnetizing aura that drew everyone to him without him having to even try. Unfortunately for you, it had also drawn unwanted attention from perpetually thirsty women. You missed these feverish kisses, featherlight touches that sent electricity pulsing through your veins.

You repeat the phrase in your head like a fervent prayer. You miss the idea of this Taehyung, the Taehyung that ravished you on a regular basis, like you were the irresistible flame to the metaphorical moth that was him.

“Tell me to stop, baby, and I will,” Taehyung rasps, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 

“No panties? Still my naughty little slut I see,” Taehyung remarks, as he sees your naked core. It’s shameful how you’re embarrassingly wet within a short period of time, but you no longer put much thought on it, especially with a handsome man like Taehyung on his knees for you.

With dilated pupils, Taehyung looks up and you knew you had both reminisced the time this same scenario happened in his office at DMC. The infamous surgeon draws you out of your reverie as he plants kisses along the expanse of your thigh.

Urgently wanting to fully express his intentions, Taehyung wastes no time, bunching up your skirt by your hips and diving in to flatten his tongue against your wet core. You gasp at the contact and you practically feel him smile at your responsiveness.

Taehyung starts with a slow pace, letting his tongue swirl all over your cunt. “Oh!” you breath out when he flicks your nether bud with his tongue. Taehyung keeps your legs apart with left hand while he dips a finger between your folds with the other. As you shudder at the sensation, Taehyung continues his ministrations, pushing his finger in, reveling in the way your walls clench around his digit.

“You’re still so tight after all these years,” the man says, diving in once more as he familiarizes himself once more of your addictive essence, licking and sucking at your core for all its worth like it’s his last day on the planet.

Just as you were about to climax, three knocks on the door resonate throughout the empty room, and as you push your thighs together and signaling Taehyung to keep quiet underneath the table, the door opens one more time and the chairman’s head pokes through the side, eyes scanning the room to look for you. Fixing your appearance discreetly, you put on a smile on your face, ignoring the frustration that came with not being able to orgasm properly.

“Wanna go grab lunch with me, sweetheart?” 

“Sure. I’ll be out in a few, babe. Just… gotta go through some emails,” comes your breathless answer. “Okay darling. I’ll be waiting for you by my office.” When you feel Taehyung’s fingers start to dance back up along your legs, you swat them away, the realization of your unfaithful acts finally dawning on you. 

“Stop it Taehyung and get up from there,” you tell him, pulling down your silk skirt that’s shamelessly bunched up around your hips. As you tame the creases on your skirt, the light above you hits the rock on your fourth finger. The gleam hits your eyes perfectly, the diamond on your engagement ring seemingly mocking you of your infidelity. 

For the sake of your sanity, you don’t say another word to Taehyung who also had his eyes trained on your ring. Quickly you grab your things off the desk, not sparing your dejected ex-boyfriend a look. As you reach the door, you rest your head on the hard plastic, “I’m happy now, Taehyung. Please respect that.” With a sigh, you open the door, not daring to take a look back. 

Taehyung nods silently, looking away from your figure as a tear rolls down his cheek, regret and longingness weighing on him heavily.

[hydrospanners]

fic masterlist: swtor

at the request of literally no one, i’ve created a masterlist of all my swtor fic. first is a chronological collection of all the swtor fic i’ve written in my “canon”. it’s broken up into snippets of time relative to the events of swtor. aus and gift fics are at the end. this is more for me than anything else, but if you have a bunch of time on your hands and want to read some fic--enjoy!!!

i am the most self-indulgent author known to man so there are numerous fics that don’t feature any canon characters in any significant way. i’m not sorry, but i did mark them with an asterisk for everyone’s edification. i also wrote actually vaguely descriptive descriptions instead of whatever bullshit i put in the descriptions on ao3. all links go to ao3 because tumblr was not designed for reading and it shows.

53 fics below the cut... what a trip, y’all.

backstory these fics are about things that happened before the opening of the class story. 

* a very velaran life day - snippets of different life days in the velaran family history. no canon characters in it yet, but maybe this christmas i’ll get to some fics that aren’t solely about my own ocs.

* the shape of things to come - the story about how rea finally joined the jedi at the ripe old age of sixteen.

* a dimming star - the first steps on rea’s jedi path. they aren’t fun ones, lads!

* necessary sacrifice - like three years down the timeline and still no canon characters! rea continues to struggle with this whole being a jedi thing, and it continues to struggle with her! this one features a haircut as a symbol of a turning point in the story.

bars and stripes - canon characters??? in my fic????? its more likely than you think. this is a shameless ripoff of an episode of m*a*s*h masquerading as doc backstory. does it have cameos and/or mentions of other healer companions? maybe!!!

prelude these are fics set during the prologue of the class stories, everything that happens between the start and completing the capital planet missions. 

* memories - rhese? do you finally get a say in all this??? this is the moment rhese and rea finally see each other for the first time since they were recruited to the jedi, set at the very start of the class story.

attachments - kira and rea talk about rhese. that’s it. that’s the fic.

act one all the stories set between killing tarnis and beginning preparations to capture the emperor (everything after coruscant ending and pubside balmorra starting). rip orgus. one day ill finish all those wips about how sad it was when he bit it. in the mean time, can i interest you in some gifsets?

lessons - now rea’s padawan, kira reflects on how bad rea is at teaching, though maybe without as much clarity as i just implied.

a tangled web - so stupid it’s basically crack, kira has to rescue rea from an embarrassing situation.

of flowers, failure, and the virtues of friendship - kira and rhese start to bond over the shared torment of having to be around rea. rivals to friends (one day i’ll write the “to lovers” part that comes after).

act two all the stories during the time when the knight is prepping for the assault on the emperor’s fortress and then assaulting it. everything between pubside balmorra starting and breaking free from the emperor’s fortress after that super successful plan to bring him in alive. great job jedi!

filling the table - is that shipfic????? the reason i started writing swtor fic in the first place??? this is rea being thirsty disguised as me sewing seeds for the eventual doc x rea romance. pazaak themed for some reason? (doc x rea)

when the wicked play - this is me being obsessed with the translation of video game violence to vaguely realistic circumstances posing as doc feeling some kind of way about rea murdering a whole bunch of dudes who wanted to hurt her but weren’t powerful enough. not primarily romantic but definitely some setup for their relationship.

night shift -  everything is doc x rea and nothing hurts. rea’s got work to do but who can work when there’s a horny mustachio’d doctor trying to persuade her back to bed??? it’s not love it’s just good sex!!!!! honest!!!!(doc x rea)

these nights never seem to go to plan - rea isn’t yearning for affection, she’s just too tired to get out of doc’s bed after so much boning. okay maybe this is about slightly more than good sex after all... doc x rea TENDERNESS.

somewhere we’ve not been before - this is the good shit lads!!!! doc x rea!!! first dates!!!! shenanigans!!!! honest to goodness falling in love between all that fucking that do!!!!!!!!!!!! (doc x rea)

no better taste - a sequel to the last fic featuring the morning after!!! some post-horniness introspection!! tenderness!!!!!! hints of yearning!!! god i miss the days before the mind control and the carbonite when the problems were normal things like commitment and abandonment issues. (doc x rea)

heart - rea sends doc a rocking “thanks for the great sex” gift!! rhese is disgusted by every part of it! this is comedy folks!!!! (doc x rea... i guess)

interruptions - rea takes a work call while she’s boning doc. that’s the whole fic. i think this was my first spicy fic?? i can’t remember. (doc x rea)

* where you go to rest your bones - sibling tenderness!!!! their relationship is super complicated, but rhese is reminded that underneath all the bullshit rea really does love him a lot.... it’s both sad and not sad at the same time. schroedinger’s sadness.

gifts - the crew tries to plan a gift for rea, but what do you get for the woman who’s banned from everything?? so dumb it’s basically crack and i’m not sorry for it.

crapshoot - the crew takes bets on what rea’s next Bad Idea TM will be. she shows them you can’t predict chaos. basically crack but i don’t care.

spoonful of sugar - vignettes about the jedi knight crew dealing with sickness. almost entirely comedy and/or fluff. doc x rea content is present and rhese x kira content is suggested.

a little eggstra - grocery shopping gone awry, based on an old tumblr text post. hella stupid, yet hella fun. doc x rea is in the background.

to break our bones for kindling - you thought we were just having good times??? you’re a fool. doc’s job is to heal people and rea’s job is to break them. sometimes they have work-related disagreements!!! be sad with me. doc x rea.

* when a problem comes along, you must whip it - i can only stop being stupid for so long, so here’s the story about how rea came to possess her lightwhip, the stupidest weapon known to man. these events do not go well for rhese.

things unsaid - a dumb doc x rea drabble about stupid shit rea says when she’s been mortally wounded. if doc were to just let her die, no one would blame him.

* the things you do for love are gonna come back to you one by one - a bit of a character/relationship study about what rhese is willing to sacrifice for love of his sister, no matter how complicated things are between them. a second chapter about what rea sacrifices for rhese is in my wips and will be completed... .eventually. 

lovesick - doc x rea ship content. my interpretation of that one conversation where doc’s like “hey would your jedi powers tell me if im going crazy also do you love me? check yes or no. i will not elaborate.”

* the things we left behind - oh no lads.... we’re building up to the fortress shit.... our good times are over. rea does some underhanded shit to make sure her brother doesn’t go on this mission to capture the emperor cause the plan does not seem like a great one.

act three wow wasn’t act two fun??? so much silly nonsense and love. now get a drink assholes it’s Time To Be Sad. act three covers everything in the class stories after coming back from that super successful assault on the emperor’s fortress (great job jedi!) to finally stabbing the bastard in the dark fortress and hoping that gets the job done at last. (spoilers: it doesn’t!!!!!) aka stories from belsavis to the final assault on dromund kaas.

everything we left there - it’s trauma time!!! rea’s fucked up from the fortress and feeling the pressure (thanks for the prophecy scourge!!! love that!!!!) so she hurts people she cares about to protect them. it’s her signature move!

the only thing that’s real - rea continues to be fucked up from what happened on the fortress but hey... at least she isn’t fucked up alone??? sad doc x rea content.

into the jungle - the gang is on belsavis and no one is having a good time! since rea isn’t herself, doc tries to pick up the slack and reassure kira that it’ll all be okay! it goes about as well as you’d expect.

interlude now that i’m looking at it, there are some serious gaps in my fic coverage. anyway, sad hours are over, the emperor is (kind of but not really) dead and there may still be a war on but things are looking up! this covers everything between the emperor’s death and the beginning of kotfe, including forged alliances and the shadow of revan.

hands too hungry - doc finally takes rea on that honeymoon she didn’t really care about in the first place! tragically, rea is way too horny to be impressed by what an amazing vacation he planned for himself them. peak rea x doc content.

no kind of romantic - it’s doc and rea’s one year anniversary but they are both working on opposite sides of the galaxy. sad! it’s doc x rea fluff disguised as angst.

a little help from a friend - rea and theron are worst/best friends and i recycle romance tropes into annoying friendship ones. this is the least sexy sharing body heat fic you’ve ever (not?) read. bite me.

retirement - rea has some feelings about her very violent, stressful job and how it interferes with her husband doing things that actually help and heal. doc x rea content.

the dreaded kotfe content these are sad hours!!! this is everything from arcann’s invasion on, cause i’m not breaking it up by post-carbonite storyline you bastards. i don’t know why i’m being so hostile no one asked me to do this.

every doubt we had - after watching what may have been his sister’s death by exploding starship, rhese is having trouble sleeping. no one is more surprised than him when seeks out doc for comfort! doc & rhese brothers by marriage solidarity. carbonite angst...

love is a waiting game - rea’s been MIA for six months since the ship she was on bit it and her crew is finally making some changes. doc is sad about it. doc & rhese brothers by marriage solidarity again. doc x rea angst.

waiting - some time has passed and now rhese is the sad one again!!! grief is so funny isn’t it??? hahahaha haha hahahaha why is no one else laughing? doc & rhese brothers by marriage solidarity yet again.

the greatest distance - rea’s back baby!!!! oh but this isn’t a celebration. she’s taking a tour of her long lost ship now that all the people she loved aren’t in it. it’s a sad one, fellas. 

* when the stars are the only thing we share - rea tracks down some people from her past to help her track down her brother since he went missing while she was having a nap. no canon characters were used in the making of this fic.

leave her sleeping a little longer - rea has a dream and wakes up missing doc even more than she was before. sad hours. doc x rea angst.

take back what the kingdom stole - after theron pulls some Shenanigans (you know the ones) his friendship with rea is in peril. they both break character and actually talk shit out for once.

a wish your heart makes - rea dreams a dream. so does doc. it’s a wet one. this makes it sound lighthearted but actually it’s angst with a side of porn. doc x rea supreme spicy/sad content.

overserved - back to crack baby!! rea gets drunk and acts a fool based on a joke made in a discord server. this is the best shit i’ve ever written.

thrusting back into my skin i feel anew - the band is back together again and everything is fine!!!! just kidding -- actually people change a lot in six years and rea and doc are having some trouble fitting back into the marriage they had back then. doc x rea angst but with a hopeful ending!

non-canon fics i’ve written a couple of things with my dumb characters that are too stupid even for me to put into their canon story or are otherwise aus. these are them, listed in no particular order.

the lies we tell ourselves - a sadder (yet possibly more realistic) take on the ossus reunion and what follows. a bit experimental. doc x rea angst au.

archiban frodrick’s kennel - a romance au where doc is a vet and rea has a pet with a health issue, inspired by my own stupid dog whom i love very much. doc x rea. spiciness suggested but not detailed; sorry horndogs.

fallen - a fun au where rea’s shittiness as a teacher and everything being bad leads to kira falling to the dark side... its angst lads.

the new recruit - rusk’s squad adopts a kitten. that’s the fic.

cruel - ever wonder how things would have turned out if rea was never smuggled off eriadu and got plucked up by the sith?? no??? well i have and i wrote about it. the self-indulgence never ends.

fill my lungs with sweetness - a gift fic for @hoiist; flower-themed vignettes about doc expressing his love for hoiist’s knight, vii. this is some real soft shit, lads.

remember me, love - another gift fic for @hoiist; this time some ossus-flavored angst about doc seeing through vii’s eyes in his dreams. what he sees is not comforting!!! all aboard the angst train--choo choo!!

[dahniwitchoflight]

Alrighty, So I got through the beginning prologue of the epilogue and through the first 5 pages of Meat. 

Even though I did stream my stream of conciousness on twitch, im probbaly not gonna be posting that on youtube

Instead what I’ll be doing is writing down my thoughts and notes on tumblr after I stream each time

Speaking of, the next time I will be streaming is tomorrow April 29 at about 8pm EST for about an Hour again here: https://www.twitch.tv/dahnimae

the way my life schedule is now is I can probably do this for about an hour a day after work, so I think I can get through the epilogues quickly in nice digestible chunks

At least for Monday and Tuesday anyway, after that Ill have to make sure im not doing anything else

but anyways, here are the rough thoughts I had during the epilogue, up to the first 5 Pages of Meat:

First off, I got some thoughts from Rose about how the Heroic versus Just death system for immortals is apparently derived from an emotional value of what is “Good” or “Bad”, what is good or what is bad ultimately being derived from what someone or something “feels” is good or bad, so theres some subjectivity in that judgement, which makes sense considering how individuals are able to affect that judgement in homestuck canon, Aranea proposing her own individual morality onto the clock, as well as Caliborn just destroying the clock/idea of dividing things into good or bad

because Rose describes the system of describing what is canon or not canon or outside canon as being less emotional in nature than that of the of the god tier death clock

her exact words are “Good and bad are words that don’t mean anything, beyond a certain threshold of mortal consideration.” its not said outright but its basically implied

Speaking of, so Canon is made up of three “Pillars”

Truth

Relevance

Essentiality

now, truth is easy to distinguish from the other two, it’s the idea of reality. If something is true, that means it really happened. If something is a lie, that means it didn’t happen, or it wouldn’t happen, it does not exist.

Basically an idea of Hope versus Rage

Relevance and Essentiality are a little harder to seperate, and Rose doesn’t do much to seperate them either

but Relevance is tied to an idea of Context, it’s something that has meaning or importance to what is “currently” happening, the idea of the present conversation one is having, the current thoughts someone is thinking about, the object they are currently looking at or viewing, or just the exact point of focus of the current moment in time

something that is irrelevant is something were not looking at currently, something were not focusing on, or something that’s just not improtant or meaningful right now

basically an idea of Light versus Void

Essentiality is then an idea of a “must”, and idea, no matter when or where or how it happened. It Must have happened or it Must happen in the future. Its the one most closely tied to an idea of destiny, fate, or prerequisites for a more down to earth definition. In order to grow a plant, you MUST plant the seed.

The planting of the seed is essential to the plant ever growing in that spot, if no one plants the seed, the seed will never grow, and the plant will never exist. The plant’s entire existence depends upon that seed being planted.

something that is non essential, can still be true and relevant, the plant is a rosebush, or a tree with apples, or has green leaves versus purple leaves etc but if that exact property were to change into a different one, the core requisites of it’s existence does not change, it’s seed was still planted, it still grew into a plant. (within reason of course, but how essential something is does depend upon the context for why its essential, if its essential because its roots hold the ground together in the future allowing another event to happen, then it must be a plant with strong and deep earth fastening roots, what it is and why, is relevant to its essentiality, so the two are interwoven in a sense)

Basically an idea of Time and Space, but Rose doesn’t seperate them as neatly from Light and Void (she could have easily glossed them over into a single “importance” factor, but she didn’t)

it may be that the distinction itself is needed, but not necessarily a requisite to getting John to understand what she meant.

Essential, but not entirely Relevant to her current circumstances :)

but then she goes onto describe the different combinations of those three pillars and what they are and do

Inside Canon = It is True, it is somewhat Relevant, It is somewhat Essential

Relevance and Essentiality being treated as like percentages from 0-100%, inside canon requiring nonzero amounts for both, while Truth is more black or white, it either is True or is not True

Outside Canon = True

so the amount of relevance and essentiality can be nothing, or essentiality zero, but is must be True

and then Not Canon sort of overlaps what might have been two other categories, I guess the distinction of which doesn’t really matter for now, since were dealing with what is canon, not what isn’t canon

Not Canon = Untrue, with varying percentages of essentiality/relevance

I have my own ideas of what happens to other combos within the Homestuck mythos, theyre not complete but basically as follows:

True, Essential, Relevant (Canon Homestuck)

True, Not Essential, Relevant (Paradox Space Comics)

True, Essential, Not Relevant (Hiveswap)

True, Not Essential, Not Relevant (Outside of Canon)

Not True, Essential, Relevant (”Not Canon” = The Epilogues)

Not True, Not Essential, Relevant (”Not Canon” = Fanfiction/Audience Generated Content)

Not True, Essential, Not Relevant (”Not Canon” =  FriendSims)

Not True, Not Essential, Not Relevant (Not Homestuck)

That’s basically how I’m divvying up the majority of distinguishable homestuck aligned content into those three pillars anyway

Rose did also Call Truth the foundation for which Relevance and Essentiality can do their thing, and that did go into how in order for the Friendsims to flip from being not canon to really canon (Hiveswap) it just needs to flip the switch into True

same for Fanfiction of Homestuck/Audience generated content in general, flipping the switch into True makes the Paradox Space content, which is essentially ascended Fanfiction content

and then for things Outside of Canon, they have a tenuous position, because while as long as they remain True, they are still Canon, their Truth value remains conditional upon their values of Relevance and Essentiality, since the closer they dip into zero or negative values, the closer they drag True from flipping to Untrue.

To remain true, or better yet, to integrate into Canon proper, they need to prop up their Relevance and Essentiality values

They need to become the centre of attention, the point of current focus, and they need to have some impact on events in other parts of canon

and all who understand this also understand that characters inside the story don’t get to decide directly how relevant or essential they are to the story, the Audience (and the Author) do

Rose has the idea that the answer lies in the Audience and their expectations, and the audience’s expectations for any story boils down to: the Hero must defeat the Villain.

John is the Hero, Lord English is the Villain. John must defeat Lord English for those outside of Canon to become Canon once again. It’s self explanatory in both ways.

sidenote though, the way John must defeat Lord English is also hilariously self explanatory in both ways.

John will use the cursor Juju to defeat Lord English since it is the only thing that can defeat him. John won’t have to think about how to use it or when or where. Since the cursor Juju is essentially just a plot hole that John fills suddenly out of nowhere perfectly and with ease and immediately will solve the problem no real effort needed. 

John will defeat Lord English using the power of a literal Deus Ex Machina. (but a Deux Ex Machina that’s been symbolically hinted at being the secret weapon all along and which the audience is entirely aware will be the thing used to defeat LE it was more a matter of when then How, making it actually a Chekov’s Deus Ex Machina. And I guess the opposite nature of those two things equals out pretty nicely, The Deus Ex Machina is exactly that, an easy and simply solution to all of canon’s ills, but it feels earned instead of handed out randomly like a Chekov’s Gun would feel earned, while simply losing the difficulty of properly using a well set up Checkov’s Gun. Best of both worlds, worst of none)

But,

Different characters seem to have different thoughts on how best to solve the problem. Characters like Dirk it seems

Dirk seems to be operating under a sort of opposite position to Rose, that instead of propping up the audience’s expectations of the Hero, Dirk wants to prop up expectations of a Villain.

Though I’ve only gotten to page 5 of Meat, it seems pretty clear that Dirk’s intentions are to make either himself or Jane a Villainous character.

The reason being is because he may be aware that people can stick to stories for various reasons, including, either liking the villain a lot, or wanting the villain to Go Down. 

lots of people like Game of Thrones because of how much they hated Joffrey, I know I was that.

and so far, Lord English hasn’t actually been that much of passionately hated villain? Like that’s pretty clear to the story and characters themselves, why even go fight him? Oh because its technically necessary okay fine whatever I guess

Meanwhile, we have a figure in Homestuck that’s already a pretty untapped source of Passionate Villainy, that covers quite a lot of the bases of canon and not canon, Paradox Space, Hiveswap, Homestuck, Fanfiction, Friendsims (and I wouldn’t be passed saying probably these epilogues as well)

Doc Scratch. 

And Doc Scratch is pretty much a parallel of villainy of Lord English

Because where Lord English seems to physically embody certain characters, Doc Scratch seems to mentally embody them.

Caliborn, Equius, Gamzee and Dirk. 

and with all this talk of Ultimate Selves already happening, what happens when one small part of your ultimate self is tainted by this kind of existence? This being, this apparent ultimate villain, tainted by villainous desires, something you know should be rejected

Do you embrace it fully, and see no difference between this being and yourself, internally incorporating it into your ultimate self (Caliborn)

Do you submit that part of yourself to it? Essentially, “giving up” that part of yourself, excizing that slice of your ultimate self as “someone else’s ultimate self” and therefore cutting off it’s influence “Here have it, it’s yours if you want it”? (Equius)

Does your Soul get torn through it’s middle, split like a broken piece of glass? Half on one side, half on the other. A mirthful broken pair of ultimates. Dissociated from eachother enough to be considered seperate yet two halves of the whole, inseperable yet divided. (Gamzee)

Or do you allow “yourself” to be entirely overwritten by the other? Does one bad apple spoil the bunch? Does it infest and infect, slowly, piece by piece, cell by cell, like a virus spreading, changing, overlapping, until everything that was You, your ultimate self, your essential Being, is no longer what is was.

Will your Heart be Broken Dirk?

You make jokes about cutting pieces off yourself before it’s too late, like it’s the only solution. That piece of you is gone, it’s rotting, and it’s spreading fast. 

But you need someone else to do it for you now. Somehow, right now, you’re not building up the resolve to cut off your own head like you might have done before. Have their insidious roots taken hold in you that deeply? 

Destroy “Yourself” or be Destroyed by Yourself Dirk

But I guess it’s different when you’re just cutting off a piece of flesh representing “you” 

Are you more hesitant to cultivate or destroy your ultimate self itself? To suddenly force yourself to decide what kind of person you are? How does a computer program itself while it’s running? 

Ignorant of that fact that everyone is constantly doing that to themselves all the time with the choices they make, what they choose to do, or the kinds of people they decide to be?

People decide who they ultimately are with their own choices, they may not have access to directly fiddle with their ultimate selves as if it were a physical being under a microscope, but what most people do or what Dirk has the ability to do are functionally identical. He’s just overthinking it and getting too caught up in the pretentious philosophy of it all

[jakeekiss]

*Note to my players, I’ve linked to some docs in here that are behind-the-scenes knowledge, if you see a hotlink, only click it if it pertains to you*

Hearts of Heimir, diary 2 It has been many millennia since Ragnarok, long enough that most people without a deep knowledge of religion wouldn’t even recognize that term (and those who do recognize it as describing the birth of the world more often than the death of a previous one). The Nyungir (new gods) have been around for thousands of years while the few remaining Vanir and Aesir (almost all forgotten now) are tens of thousands of years old. Heimir is an old world made new by water and fire.

Prologue: Again, we return to the coldest winter of perhaps the last century, and to the tavern on the side of a mountain and within a quiet trapping village. The old woman from the previous prologue exits the tavern, wounded, exhausted, still clutching a finely decorated urn which contains the ashes of someone very important to her. She has slain the highwaymen, but been grievously wounded herself. She manages to speak a few words.

”In this chest still beats... in this chest... still...” and then she collapses into the snow. The innkeeper and his barmaid rush to her, bringing her inside and propping her up against the fire to tend her wounds. They owe her their lives, and they mean to return the favor. Chapter 2: Cowneck The party is still at the river, and though some of the caravan has made the crossing, more of it sits on the bank of the river now being crowded by bandit raiders. Griselda the cleric, Aeraval the Bard, and Winsys the fighter defend themselves, while Shayln the sorceress, on the far bank looks for a way to aid her new comrades. Between them, in the middle of the river on the rope ferry, is Daytien the Ranger, facing the Berserker alone. Though the Berserker misses his first strike and loses his great ax in the process, he is no less dangerous, and grabs hold of Daytien. Lifting him overhead, the Berserker brings Daytien down across his knee, severing his spine and paralyzing him. The party is horrified as the Berserker drops Daytien onto the ferry, and then, unceremoniously, shoves him into the river to drown. Shayln dives into the river to save Daytien, while the Berserker pulls the rope ferry towards the shoreline where the rest of the party is fighting the remaining bandits. The battle goes well, the bandits are routed and Winsys eventually slays the Berserker. In the wake of the battle it is discovered that Bjorn, one of the bandits the party took prisoner the day before, has escaped and left his erstwhile comrade Ivar the scout behind. Griselda manages to heal Daytien of his injuries once Shayln has pulled him to shore. He’s none the worse for wear physically, but his time in the river seems to have shaken him badly. He experienced something in the water he’s reluctant to speak about. Aeraval senses Daytien’s rattled state and teases out some of his history. As a youth, he fell into a frozen and cursed lake, and ever since has had the appearance of a water-logged corpse. He’s not sure how he got onto the lake, and he is only alive due to the timely intervention of a friend.

After crossing the river, the party arrives in Cowneck. They deposit Ivar with the town’s guard and are told by the Cowneck mayor that the town’s hospitality is theirs as guardians of the caravan. The party notices a commotion starting in the town square where a sellsword and peasant farmer have returned from visiting the nearby town of Greenleaf which has apparently been burned to the ground. No survivors were found, nor any bodies save one, the charred remains of a large creature with features of both beast and man, and sporting wicked, thick jaws. The smell of the burnt corpse triggers in Shayln a memory of her own past, and Griselda presses her enough to find that Shayln has a phobia of fire for reasons she does not explain. Griselda opts to use her knowledge of medicine to autopsy the beast to perhaps learn more, and she is allowed to use a back room of the local inn to do so. She learns that the monster was likely stabbed to death before it burned, and in its stomach she finds a mush of freshly eaten meat, a torn swatch of embroidered cloth, and a small, delicately engraved gold ring. The mayor of Cowneck does not recognize the ring, but upon further investigation, Griselda learns from a local priestess of Eir that the ring was a wedding band worn by the Greenleaf farmer, Sven.  The party decides to rest for the evening, most taking lodging at the inn and Daytien opting to sleep in the stables. Before bedding down for the night the innkeeper stops Aeraval to deliver an urgent message to her from her father in Palace. Daytien, passing by, hears the innkeeper refer to Aeraval as “Lady Donlatarine” a name Daytien half remembers his mother once saying in his youth. Meanwhile, Winsys lounges in the local tavern, winding down from the day. While there he notes a finely dressed skeleton sitting at the bar, drinking ale and being ignored by the other patrons. Winsys strikes up a conversation and the skeleton introduces himself as The Death of Comedians. It seems he’s generally unnoticed by those who have a particular faith, but given Winsys follows no gods he can see the lighthearted psychopomp. The two share a few drinks and jokes, and eventually Winsys turns in for the evening.  That night, Griselda has portentous dreams which echo in her mind the next morning at breakfast. While considering this, Aeraval presents the party with a proposition. She claims to have been hired to perform on a ship leaving port outside of Cowneck later that evening, and the ship has extra room. Aeraval offers to book passage for her new companions as thanks for their help defending the caravan, and in so doing speed up their mutual journeys to the city of Palace. She says the ship is a large galleon, and has commissioned her after hearing of her prowess as a bard. The party agrees, but Griselda wants to investigate Greenleaf first, feeling that perhaps there is something left unfinished there. While Aeraval makes preparations to meet up with the ship, Griselda, Daytien, Winsys, and Shayln travel to Greenleaf. There they find the village completely razed. Clearly the place was attacked, but there are no bodies to be found. Thanks to Daytien’s Great Dane, Ajirajaw, the party discovers a survivor buried in the charred debris of a supply shed. The girl, unconscious, is around the age of 14, wearing a breastplate two sizes too large for her, and clutching a bloody dagger in her hand. They rouse her to find that she has little memory of the attack. She was an orphan in the care of a local farmer, and seems to be the sole survivor of Greenleaf. Griselda asks for her name and the girl replies “Saga”. This name has power and history within Griselda’s religion as a follower of Eir, former valkyrie turned goddess of life and death, and Griselda decides to give Saga Sven’s ring and fabric so that she may give them a proper burial. Saga is grateful for this, and quickly develops an attachment to Griselda and the party who saved her. On the return to Cowneck it is decided that since she has nowhere to go, Griselda will ask the local priestess to consecrate and outfit Saga as a new acolyte for Eir, and Griselda will train her in the ways of a cleric. The party then sets out for Aeraval’s chartered ship, and after a short journey arrive at its river dock. It turns out the ship is not a galleon at all, rather a small trading vessel, barely big enough to hold the gathered comrades. While the party looks to Aeraval in skeptical silence, Daytien voices what everyone else is thinking.  “So... is this the ship that takes us to the bigger ship?”  And perhaps they will find out next time...

[massivelymysticalarcade]

THE CHOICE presented by the epilog and what it means.

THE CHOICE present at the end of the prologue was between meat and candy. Before the actual options were presented I though the two choices would be between finding out about the plot holes and learn more about the story before they left, and to learn about who they become, their personalities, relationships and accomplishments. Filling holes in canon vs fleshing out the epilogue presented through the snapchats.

These contridict the way the choices were presented to John. The candy should symbolize going back because candy is a filler, a dessert meant to be eaten after to make the meal more complete. While the meat is an entirely new meal that should be able to stand on its own.

What I though we would get is a "behind the scenes" vs a "where are they now."

Reading the descriptions of John eating the meat and the candy was disturbing and a little uncomfortable. I was disgusted by the meat and I just skipped over the candy one. And I think that describes my thought on the 2 choices.

I chose the meat version to read first because I love lore and so I thought I would be able to follow and see how these wonderful characters over came their challenges to grow and connect. This is a very important point for later.

I switched about halfway through because of a line Dirk had and so I read candy because I was curious how that went. I didn't get very far before I stopped reading and came to tumblr to look at other fans reactions because I didn't like the candy or the meat stories at all. The only part I found enjoyable was the dialog where Dave was ranting about Obama and the economy. But that was the only part I enjoyed.

It feels like not many of them grew. It feels like they stagnated and all their worst qualities surfaced because they weren't actively fighting them or suppressing them, how they were actively being better people.

And that's the point. The small portion of candy I read felt like an ooc fluff fic where everyone is happy. I felt like I had to skip over wide stretches of dialog and descriptions because they had no meaning in them. And some characters knew that Calliope, Dirk and Roxy. You can see in how they acted. And how Gamzee acted as well. Calliope stated how everything was flying by so fast and apparently it has. The first few chapters happened in a few days? Weeks? We aren't show much development, just some key scenes. Where in homestuck we had so much dialog and tangents that built up each characters voice and personality, their friendships and relationships, now, we only have plot. Everything has been crafted for a purpose. Gamzees speech was so long I just skipped over it. It was boring to read and amassed to much the same. It also felt forced. It was bad writing. Remember this too.

While reading through meat I felt uncomfortable. It felt like Dirk was writing an old angst or hurt/comfort fic without the comfort on fanfiction. No one was happy and the characters felt narratively trapped. We could see halfway through that Dirk took over the narrative and at times if felt like the time doc scratch was narrating in act 5. There were distinct passages where I had to remind myself who's voice was narrating. It didn't feel like the Dirk we met in homestuck. The only genuine reaction i saw from him was when he found out Roxy identified as nonbinary. Two lines, wait, what. Everything else eventually felt like he was summarizing something he already saw.

Which is what was happening. The two endings were written in this style specifically. From the graphic descriptions to how Dirk could control Rose but, from what I e read, could not control John. He mentioned that John was doing something important so the narrative focus had to switch to him but he could control what Rose couldn't do through narrative writing. He could influence John, but from what I've read, he couldn't tell him what to do.

This brings me to the final point. Both stories felt wrong. It's been 7 years and we are suppose to believe John never left his house? Same with Dave and Karkat? That they all just, stopped living in the world. The one they created and time traveled to go to. It feels like we just picked up where we left off. And that is exactly what happened.

Narratively, there has been no time. They stepped out of canon and all we know from Earth C was act 7 and the snaps. Which only showed us what happened. That whole explanation from Rose in the prolog of the epilog was really cool and it explained why homestuck ended the way it did. They went out of canon which had "real world" effects on the story.

We changed the story all the time as readers, in the beginning there was the prompts, then involvement with the comic, trickster mode, the two fan trolls, Hussie even added himself to the story. We have been changing the story so when they left canon, we were no longer able to know or change what happens, we can only watch. And this reflects in the story.

The epilog is an extension of that. When John went back in meat, he changed canon but it never felt real, the candy line also felt fake. The meat earth c felt the realest story wise but that changed when Dirk took over.

This brings me back to the 2 points from before remember those? That this is bad writing and how I wanted to see the characters.

This was done on purpose. In the overall meta of homestuck, they are not "characters" Rose's whole quest for her planet was to help her grow as a person but she never did it. She had a whole explanation on how it was ment for her character development but she is not a character. They aren't characters, they are outside canon so the option where John doesn't go back would never have been good for homestuck's overall meta. We should never have been able to see into earth c, to get any story from it because they aren't characters anymore. The only "reason" we could see was because of 413 and John's retcon powers.

The stories were almost exclusively told from a not-canon perspective. The epilog starts on earth c and in meat goes back to canine, but through the lens of earth c and what is relevant to the world. Then Dirk takes over and it is exclusively told from earth c perspective because what was being told wasn't canon. It never happened in homestuck and therefore we only go to John where he is doing something relevant to the epilog story line.

The more we read, the more they become characters, without agency, without substance and the more I read, the harder it was to read and like them because that was the point. We were given the choice to change canon to know what happened, or to find out what is going on after ten years but there was a third option. DONT READ

WHY WOULD YOU ONLY EAT RAW MEATFOR LUNCH? WHY WOULD YOU EAT ONLY CANDY FOR LUNCH?

They were bad options because that's not how the story of homestuck was told. The writing was bad because that's not how homestuck is meant to happen. I don't know or care if they wrote it this way on purpose. That they did it at all was doomed. It is a doomed result but it had to happen. Otherwise we would have been left with questions, we would have kept asking for closure. Our need for a complete ending clashed with homestucks meta. The story part of homestuck is done. We needed this to see that.

THE CHOICE was never between the foods, it was between choosing to eat the food in the first place or be content with what we have, to make our own snacks. Because we dont need a meal, we dont need dessert. Homestuck is complete on it's own and it took the epilog to see that.

I will not continue reading the epilogue. I found no joy in reading it and in fact felt a little sick. Fiction and my own thoughts are much kinder to the cast of homestuck where they can be characters. And be able to grow together instead or stagnate apart like they did here.

Thank you for reading this, I know it was long so:

TL:DR

The epilog shows us that we have 2 choices, but not the two presented by the story because the story is not canon. THE CHOICE is to read, or dont read. Dont be obliged to read the epilog because it is told from a non canon point of view so non of it affects the canon of homestuck.

[danvssomethingorother]

My Top Picks for VB fics

I didn’t want to put the fics in any order, they are all good and just as a warning, I mainly read Brusty fics but these are my personal favorites from the VB fandom. most VB fics are good though and I still have some not Brusty ones on my to read list later, so I will likely update again lol. Please feel free to reblog this and add more fics!

Hubris Makes the Heart Grow Strong -  

Ship: Brusty eventually

Status: Ongoing. 

Author: @the-monarch-is-a-venture here

Summary: An AU in which Rusty takes Brock's DNA while they're in college and ends up mixing it with his own later to create Hank and Dean.This will be Brock x Rusty further in to the story, but it's definitely gonna be a slow build, multi-chapter type thing.

My notes: I think this was one of the first VB fics I read way back in July after I finally got around to finishing up the series after years of never being able to keep up with it properly even though I have always liked the show and man this really helped me stick around and keep an eye on the fandom even when it was dead.

I just really like the premise of this fic, its a really creative and interesting origin story of where the twins came from and its just really soft. Its like a perfect fic to read when like you have had a long day and just need to relax with a cute fic. 

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What’s Past Is A Prologue

Ships: Brusty

Status: Complete

Author: mirawonderfulstar

Summary: “How is the doc, anyway? Have you heard from him recently?”“Alas, no.” Orpheus said solemnly. “The last I saw of him was shortly after you and the boys left the compound. I went by to see if perhaps he needed some cheering up, poor fellow, all alone in that huge empty place, and he threw me out.” Orpheus’s tone grew colder. “I daresay that Killinger fellow brainwashed him, yes? Turned him away from the things and people he loved. I cannot think of any other reason he’d allow you and the children to be parted from him, he always seemed so devoted to you all.”Brock felt something cold slide down into his stomach, and he took a quick spoonful of his soup which did nothing to counter the effect. “You think?” He grunted after a moment.An AU following the divergence that Rusty took Killinger's offer at the end of The Doctor Is Sin.

My Notes: Rusty becomes a villain AUs are my jam. The Doctor Is Sin is definitely one of my favorite episodes!

I love how it keeps it a mystery what Rusty is up by keeping everything in Brock’s perspective and showing his slow transformation into a real villain and I don’t want to give it away but Rusty’s plan is freaking genius. Like that is super in character and its a really heart breaking ending. Just go read it, you won’t regret it.

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How you Feeling?

Ships: Brusty

Status: Complete

Author: NewAgeVintage 

Summary: Taking place in a vague place in season 6/7.Rusty loses his secret stash of ‘emergency’ pills when he loses the compound. Thankfully money can buy dubiously prescribed medication. After a frustrating night in the lab he breaks into his stash and Brock needs to step in. 

My Notes: I have been trying to just like keep it to like one story per author I like and since most of the fandom is like the same few people making tons of really good work, it sometimes got tricky. 

Like I have really loved every single story this author has made but I settled on this one eventually because I just really love the idea that Brock is just used to Rusty’s bad habits and just knows how to handle the situation easily. Like he just knows him too well and I am just rambling without giving away the entire story but I just like the dynamic between Rusty and Brock and how its presented. Also read their other VB fics cause I love them lots too.  

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Red and Blue

Ship: None, gen.

Status: Complete

Author: @paigek9

Summary: From a young age, Rusty knew that Malcom was treated differently.When they were four, their dad started color-coding all of their toys, mostly to keep Uncle Rodney from losing his mind because of the daily screaming matches and fights between the brothers. All of Rusty’s toys were red; his favorite color. Malcom’s were blue, even though he liked yellow. Red was a dominant color, according to his father. The mark of a strong leader (Definitely not because fans had the habit of sending Rusty red gifts to match his hair). Blue marked the color of his company, or at least that’s what he would say around Malcom. To Rusty, it meant Player 2, Option B, a backup plan. Malcom was born to play second fiddle to Rusty, and that’s how it was supposed to be…According to Jonas.

My Notes: Yes, I know she just wrote this for me for my silly AU but I just really love this fic ok? My friend is so talented and I love her. Look what she made.

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Private Growth in the Face of... Stuff

Ship: Brusty

Status: Complete

Author: @deliriumbubbles

Summary: After the party at Hatred’s and debriefing the boys, Brock and Rusty fight over what went down at the party. Or at least, what Rusty knows about. They send the boys to bed, and Brock sets to work relieving some tension. 

My Notes: When I make lists like this I usually try to not give like smut recs but like this is just a really freaking good smut fic. Its not just smut, its a complex feels piece that just happens to have smut. Its just a really good fic guys, just read it.

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Into Safety? (Wear Some Kneepads)

Ship: Brusty

Status: Complete

Author: newyorktopaloalto

Summary:  Brock coming back— free of pay and of his own volition— meant nothing more than he still loved the boys he had helped Rusty raise for almost twenty years. This was not a romcom (no matter the clichéd archetypes that set the stage for his life) and if it were, it would not be one starring him— it would be starring Meg Ryan because he had already thought about it for way longer than he would admit out loud. So he was living here, taking care of the boys, giving Rusty a long-suffering and amusingly indulgent look, existing (drinking coffee, making dinner, cracking terrible jokes and skulls) as though he had never left...And so, yeah, whatever, Brock coming back might have something (infinitesimal, really, but bordering on nigh) to do with him. It still didn't make his life a romcom.

My Notes: Did you really expect me not to rec the one and only successful Rusty fic on A03? Cause I have so many feels for this fic. It just takes the basic concept of a successful Rusty and it builds its own little world off it all the while very much keeping it in the Venture Bros universe. Its so good, it makes me cry. Please read it. 

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Where are My Pills, Where is My Former Lover?

Ship: Brusty

Status: Ongoing

Author: hell0lust

Summary: He’d promised Brock, all those years ago, that he was through with the pills, for good. Who cares what Brock thinks? He’s not your... whatever he was, anymore. Brock doesn’t get to decide what you do or don’t do.Rusty Venture has never known a life outside of failure. With the sudden weight of keeping his late brother's company afloat on his shoulders, Rusty finds himself falling into old habits of prescription drug abuse, as a means to cope.

My Notes: Out of the genre of ‘Rusty picks up his old addictions again in New York’ fics (that are really all good) this one is my favorite. It sadly hasn’t been updated in awhile but I hold hope the author will come back eventually. I just love how everything is played off in this fic, the slow build to Rusty and Brock getting back together and Rusty’s addictions and his jealousy of Warriana, its all just good. Go read it, you won’t regret it.

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let me in the wall you've built around

Ship: Brusty

Status: Complete 

Author: @ladyofdecember

Summary: Rusty has a hard time coming to grips with events after "The Unicorn In Captivity". His family is worried. Brock and Rusty struggle with communication. 

My Notes: This was another case of damn, which fic of the authors should I choose for this? There are a ton of amazing stories she has written! I think I finally settled on this one because it gave a really beautiful conclusion to one of the darker episodes from this season and it brings me joy. The angst building up to a warm fluffy ending is really beautiful.

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Surrogate Fatherhood

Ship: None, Gen.

Status: Complete

Author: @tsv

Summary: "He tries to ignore the shortcomings in Doc's parenting, at first. In the beginning, he'd taken it as the understandable failings of a first-time father — an emotionally callous comment here, a forgotten promise there. But soon enough, they begin to pile up, piecing together like a quilt of subtle emotional neglect.And it's not his job. At all. It's not even remotely his job. Still, when Dean comes out of his room crying about a nightmare and Doc tells him he's busy without even looking up, it itches at him. Despite the distance he'd tried to maintain, Brock genuinely feels bad."A piece reflecting on Brock and his relationship with the boys over the years.

My Notes: It was really hard for me to choose one from this author. I think I am in love with all of their work. Every piece is a freaking masterpiece and well done and everything I wanted from this fandom. But I chose this one cause fluffy Brock and the boys stuff is pretty rare and this one always, always manages to hit me in the feels.

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That’s it for now, my favorite fics. If you want to add more, please do! Like everyone in this fandom is super talented!

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Power of Four AU - Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Donald Duck was a worrier.

He worried about his safety. He worried about his boys. He worried about Scrooge and Della, back when they were still around.

He glanced at the egg resting in a bundle of Huey, Dewey, and Louie’s old mismatched hatching fabrics.

Wait, no- bad train of thought.

There was a different bad train of thought he needed to board.

How unfortunate.

But he was Donald Duck. Nothing in his life was ever fortunate.

He turned to the calendar, with its picture of two puppies splashing each other playfully with a faded stain of orange from when Louie had called upon his inner picky eater and flicked carrot juice at the wall. The date when Mrs. Beakley had left Webby was circled in red, well over two weeks ago. Long after her estimated return time.

It’s a Shush mission. They’re unpredictable, Donald reminded himself. But the cold sinking feeling in his stomach refused to leave.

He sighed and leaned his head into his hand. His thoughts were muddy from the lack of sleep, but he had a report due for his crappy job that he couldn’t afford to lose. At least in half an hour Louie would wake up. He was a night owl. Even though he wanted his boys to sleep, it was always nicer staying up late doing his stupid work with a warm, cuddly baby in his arms. And Louie loved cuddles.

A loud /crack/ startled him out of his hazy stupor. Instantly awake, his heart in his chest, he glanced around furitiveky for the source of the sound. Memories upon memories of dangerous times adventuring with Della and Uncle Scrooge, being in the Navy, and Paperinik days flashed through his head.

He didn’t want that life for his boys.

Even after he found the source his heart didn’t slow down, because there, nestled neatly in her blankets, laid Webby’s egg.

With a crack down the middle.

Donald’s heart jumped and he immediately abandoned his work and lunged for the egg. He knew exactly what to do, having hatched three boys with only Daisy’s help. He was already reaching for the phone now, abandoning the fact that they’d broken up for her steadfast help.

He glanced at the pink-and-green crocheted blanket with a heavy heart. It was the one that Mrs. Beakley had brought.

Fear settled deep into Donald’s belly.

She would be so sad to miss this, and he was dreading breaking the news to her.

But at the same time, he was terrified she’d never come home to meet little Webby, egg or no egg.

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“Unca Donald, Unca Donald! There’s a stranger at the door and Dewey’s gonna open it!”

For once, Donald thanked his lucky stars that the houseboat was small. Sure, it was cramped, and barely big enough to hold four lively children, but at least he could reach the front door easily before Dewey had a chance to open it.

Donald yanked the duckling back at the last second, despite his cries of protest.

“C’mon, Unca Donald, strangers are just friends you haven’t met!” Heaving a sigh, Donald glanced down at his youngest kid. Webby’s curious and innocent almost completely mirrored Louie’s

He sighed and ruffled her feathers. “Not everyone, dear. Who’s there?” he called tiredly over the chorus of the kids’ voices.

“Franki Rustfeathers, here about your electrical bill.”

Donald’s heart started pounding and he scowled suspiciously. “We don’t have electricity right now. We’ve cut it.” If he had to go through another harrowing call, he would scream.

“We’re prepared to offer you a new deal, but I need to speak with you first.”

At Donald’s silence, the duck outside groaned. “Look, you can give my boss Ludwig von Drake a call, but I came all this way. Please just let me in.”

Donald’s stomach turned. Shush.

He yanked open the door to reveal a short, dark brown duck wearing a stiff uniform and sunglasses. They glanced over the four children for a moment, but looked away just before any of them would think anything of it. Stomping inside, they pushed past Louie, and the youngest boy hurried to hide behind his uncle and clutch his leg.

Donald gently set Dewey down as Huey closed the door with care. “Kids, there’s a new set of cards in my bedroom. Go check it out.”

Louie, Huey, and Webby hurried off excitedly, but Dewey turned to his uncle with suspicion dawning in his eyes. “Why don’t you want us around when you talk to the angry duck, Unca Donald?”

Donald sighed. “Because I’m afraid he doesn’t like kids much. It’s nothing personal, but if we’re going to get the electricity back I need him to be in a good mood. Electricity means TV. Okay, kiddo?”

Dewey’s face brightened. “I’ll do anything for TV,” he promised, and sprinted back to the bedroom.

Shoulders heavy, Donald padded over to the kitchen where Franki was waiting. He started behind the counter, ruffling through the empty cupboards. “Do you want anything to drink? Water, tea...?”

Franki shook his head and motioned for Donald to take the seat across from them. “We just need to talk.”

Donald nodded and sat down heavily. “What’s the deal?”

“Listen, Mr. Duck,” Franki leaned forward, their elbows resting on the table. An instinctive comment about manners rose to Donald’s beak before he could stop it. “We’ve been searching for you for four years. You have been very hard to find.”

Donald raised an eyebrow. “I made sure of that. I have a lot of... unfriendly people who would be happy to know where I live and that I have four children under my care and my care alone.”

Franki huffed. “Anyway, as you are aware, Bentina Beakley, an agent of SHUSH, left her granddaughter under your care five years ago when she went on a mission. Four years ago, enough time had passed that Agent 22 was declared MIA, basically killed on a mission.”

Donald had been expecting this. He had accepted this truth long ago. Yet it still felt like a punch in the gut. He nodded.

“We need to talk about her granddaughter,” Franki added emotionlessly.

Donald stiffened and he braced himself, squeezing a fist under the table. “What about her?”

“Well, her first legal guardian, should anything happen to Mrs. Beakley, is Scrooge McDuck,” Franki replied.

Donald scowled and struggled to keep his temper in check. “She’s happy here. She doesn’t even know she’s not my kid - Della’s kid.” He slammed his fist on the table. “My family has already been ripped apart once. Don’t make that happen again.”

Franki groaned and rubbed at their temple. “Look, man, please don’t drag your complicated family drama into this.”

“Then let Webby stay,” Donald snapped.

Franki sighed. “I’ll see what I can do. No promises.”

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Three days later, across town, an old miser’s face brightened at the sight of them, and that look alone made Franki almost tell him everything.

Almost.

“Is there any news?” the old duck whispered, hope shining in his eyes.

Franki sighed “I’m sorry, Mr. McDuck. It was a false lead. I will let you know if I find anything else.”

Scrooge’s face fell. “All right then. Good day.” His voice broke on the last syllable and in his hurry to close the door before the agent saw, he slammed it shut.

Bentina would have lectured him about that. About how old the hinges were and how much money and time it took to fix it, since he was too cheap to replace anything.

He slumped down against the door, the emptiness of his house swirling and settling around him with a finality that wouldn’t lift for seven years.

He stayed there for a long time.

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I was writing this during class and I had to slip my phone away quickly so I deleted the note doc. I nearly had a heart attack but I got it back so everything’s fine :P

The two prologue-ish chapters are done! After this we move into present time.

Donald is very, very protective of his kids. And Webby is his kid. It’s the same way in canon and you can fight me on this. But I’m thinking in this story Hortense and Quackmore died early on, and with that and the stuff with Della and Scrooge Donald knows all too well how tough it is to be split from your family. And Webby is his family.

Meet my new OC, Franki Rustfeathers! They’re a nonbinary Shush agent and one of Ludwig’s prominent admirers. They are also Done With This Shit. Plus more on them later!