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davethot · 4 years ago

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Aysha is homophobic but more so in the realm of being lesbophobic. Remember that she completely removed all Rosemary interactions from Pesterquest for more Davekat, decided to push for Yiffy the cuckhold child to be forced into the narrative during Lesbian Visibility Day and has made sure to demean any positive Rosemary interactions in lieu of Davekat which she is solely invested in. Her being transphobic more relates to her poor handling of Jade (dog dicked sex fiend isn't good transfem rep)

You do realize you sound fucking insane right???? This is literally what I’m fucking talking about when I mentioned people in my og post about hs2 pointing fingers and giving someone a really harsh label such as LESBOPHOBIC because they didnt quite handle a lesbian couple EXACTLY how you would have.

First of all i want to mention that Aysha is non-binary poc and is married to a woman. This doesnt exempt her from possibly writing some shitty things, but its good to have perspective here. Shes not some cishet white person writing these characters.

So are you going to ignore the literal thousands of pages of the original comic where we had a PLETHORA of Rosemary interactions??? And absolutely no davekat? And if you remember Kanaya was still having hang ups with Vriska, so it only made sense that that was explored a bit in Pesterquest rather than jumping straight to Rose and Kanaya cuddling on a couch and spewing gay poetics at each other. Like I genuinely dont know what you fucking want.

Also i would like to point out that romance wasnt even the fucking focus of Pesterquest. Dave and Karkat’s interactions were barely anything more than characters mentioning them and them being in the same place together for one single ending and mspar implying that they had a feeling they were supposed to be good friends. Tbh it sounds like you and the people who often have this complaint are way more fucking obsessed with what’s going on with Davekat than Aysha or the rest of the team will ever be. Maybe you should redirect your efforts into creating more wlw content for Homestuck since you think the new team is so lesbophobic for portraying two grown ass women having some marital problems (and acting like that cant happen in the real world with real people literally every day).

You and tons of other people fucking love to point to Kanaya and Rose’s issues in hs2 and preach that it’s suddenly lesbophobic that theyre not happy go lucky 24/7. Again, Davekat didnt even fucking happen in the og comic. We had one flash where Dave rests his head on Karkat’s lap and they’re playing hopscotch on a poorly drawn dick on the ground, meanwhile Rose and Kanaya had comfortably been together for Awhile at that point. I just don’t understand how Dave and Karkat finally having a semi-functional and happy relationship in hs2 is promoting lesbophobia. Also we didnt even get to see the comic FINISH!! We dont KNOW what exactly was going to happen with Rose and Kanaya, and we arent going to for a long fucking time because it’s people like you who are perpetuating this narrative of the team and that theyre horrible awful people because they did two fucking things you dont agree with. It’s honestly fucking exhausting. And you know I can throw this right back at you right? Like, pretty homophobic of you to only be focusing on wlw ships and invalidating Davekat, one of the only healthy relationships PERIOD in Homestuck, not just a healthy mlm relationship. Like, pretty shitty of you anon :/ kind of homophobic of you fr.

And this isnt even mentioning the genuinely nice interactions we have seen with Kanaya and Rose in Homestuck 2. Everyone’s really fucking eager to forget that in meat Kanaya was wistfully looking out at the stars missing her wife and told Dave she’d do anything to get her back, esp since it’s implied that Rose was being manipulated pretty heavily by Dirk. But no, according to yall that never happened and Aysha + the rest of the team are just spitting on all wlw folks.

Also again I feel like youre coming to insane conclusions. You think it was a purposeful move that Aysha and the team introduced Yiffy on lesbian visibility day??? Like???? Also pretty lesbophobic of you to invalidate a child born from two women. Like hm pretty shitty of you anon. Rose and Jade explained why they did what they did, and tbh, again, we could have had more information if people like you didnt indirectly harass the creators and cause it to go on indefinite hiatus.

As for the Jade dog dick thing, I have multiple friends who are trans women who have issues with people blowing it out of proportion. Its important to remember that every trans woman is going to have a different opinion on this, and we shouldnt invalidate any of them, but at the same time what one trans woman says about it isnt the end all be all of the situation. Some trans women think this portrayal is transphobic, while plenty others think it isnt, and that people are making way too big of a deal out of it. Therefore I’m going to leave it at that. Personally I dont know if how Aysha and the team wrote Jade is transphobic and its not for me to decide. However, my trans friend would like to be quoted saying this:

“People claiming that the writers intended for Jade’s dick to be the driving force in her emotional and sexul appetite shows someone’s willingness to ignore Jade’s actual reasons for doing these things that she STATES in the actual text. All in favor of projecting their own transmisogynist reading onto the writers.”

This probably ended up being longer than my og post lmfao but fr anon im sick of people like you. Even if you didnt directly contact the creators of hs2, you’re literally the problem here. I wish you and others would stop throwing around these terms like lesbophobic, homophobic, transphobic, etc, because it literally makes those words lose meaning. Someone writing a lesbian couple having marital problems, especially in the context of Homestuck, is not fucking lesbophobic. And i hope i helped you understand that by throwing the terms back at you because tbh, im sure youre a good person with good intentions, and I would never seriously call you homophobic for this. But i hope you can have some fucking perspective and stop targeting marginalized authors and creators moving forward. Its embarrassing fr.

#homestuck #homestuck 2 #hs2 #i am literally so tired #please fucking stop this shit

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rabble-dabble · 4 years ago

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The Cancer King's Court ~ The Mourning Mother

Kanaya Maryam/The Mourning Mother

This Kanaya got her happy ending.

She made it to Earth C. She married the woman she loved, started a functioning moralliegence with Vriska now that she’s genuinely interested in bettering herself, and set up a peaceful little home in the suburbs. She got John to do her a favor and take her to a God-Tier bed. No one knows for sure how long Rainbow drinkers live and she wants to spare Rose the heartache.

After a few years of being happily married, the couple decides they want a baby, so they adopt a beautiful baby girl. With Rose’s help, Kanaya makes her way through this strange thing humans call motherhood.

Young Stacey Maryam-Lalonde gives her poor mothers many scares growing up. Rose took a photo for all of then.

Rose gave her an eldritch tome when she was five. She ended up summoning a horde of the undead and Kanaya had to cut down hordes of zombies at three am. Rose agreed to wait until she’s older to give the book back.

At age eight, Stacey convinced her teacher to read The Call of Cthulhu to the class. She got suspended. Rose gave her daughter a lecture, even if she was a little bit proud.

At age ten, Stacey met her first bullies. That was the day everyone at school learned that she had a scary vampire goddess for a mother. Her bullies would never forget.

“My dear, are you certain that you didn’t go overboard?”

“You Would’ve Done The Exact Same Thing.”

“…Touche.”

At age twelve, she had to spend the week at her Uncles John and Karkat’s house. John enlisted her to help him prank Karkat. The resulting prank war burnt the house down and the two had to stay at the Maryam-Lalonde household for the week. How those two made it to adulthood, neither Rose nor Kanaya would never know.

At seventeen, Stacey graduate from High School on the high honor roll. During there ceremony, Kanaya whispered to Rose, “This Is The Best Gift You’ve Ever Given Me.” They cried. A lot.

Then cane Stacey’s eighteenth birthday.

It was a camping trip. Jade had nanaged to get Stacey interested in outdoor exploration, so she took her truck and brought her friends out into the forest. Kanaya wanted to chaperone, but Stacey insisted she could handle herself.

“Don’t You Summon The Undead Again Young Lady.”

“Moooom, I was three! I’ll be fine.”

“I Know, I Know. …I’m So Proud Of You.”

While exploring, Stacey discovered a fridge, covered in chains a locked shut.

…Then she discovered the troll inside.

It took three weeks for them to find the bodies.

Rose and Kanaya were never the same after their loss. Their friends did all they could. They paid for the funeral, offered their condolences, checked up on them whenever they could find time. Vriska moved in just to help Kanaya keep her head up. She did everything she could to be there for her moirail, even if she didn’t fully understand this motherhood thing. Even if she didn’t fully understand what Kanaya lost.

Rose turned to drinking, and that was the beginning of the end. After a painful, gradual decline, Rose and Kanaya agreed to separate until Rose can get her addiction sorted out. As Rose leaves her wedding ring on the table, Kanaya has one last thing to say.

“No Matter How Long It Takes, I’ll Wait For You. Because, No Matter What Happens, You’re The Woman I Fell In Love With.”

When the authorities reveal they have a lead on Gamzee, Kanaya decides to take her grief out on him. Vriska tries to warn her against it. She’s been there before. Angry, bitter, and pissed the hell off. But revenge blackens the soul. She learned that the hard way. Kanaya doesn’t listen.

She thought killing Gamzee would give her some kind of relief. Lift up some of the burden. At least, it would make her feel better. But… it doesn’t.

Instead she feels… empty.

She ignored her moirails advice. Her wife is still gone. And Stacey is still dead.

She thought she’d feel better, but now she’s just more lost than ever.

She sits alone with her thoughts and soon finds The Cancer King sitting down next to her.

He promises her her family back, and she agrees.

She sees the atrocities she’ll have to commit abd she agrees.

She sees who Karkat has become and she agrees.

Kanaya is… scary. She’s not the mad zealot that Gamzee is. She’s not carefully trying to avoid going to far, like Terezi or Eridan. She’s just… focused.

She takes no pride or joy in what she does. She never wanted to hurt anyone. But she will have her daughter back.

Kanaya’s relationship with this Rose is… weird. Kanaya is the oldest member of the Court next to Karkat while Rose is one of the youngest. Kanaya knows her Rose intimately, while this Rose hasn’t even met her yet. Kanaya tries not to spoil anything for her sake, aside from a few quips along the lines of “I Am Quite Sure You’ll Make Whoever You Marry A Very Happy Woman” and such. She’s pretty pissed to learn that this Rose did basically nothing wrong and still lost her timeline, so that’s some extra motivation in her tank.

You’d expect Kanaya to be pissed off with Gamzee. But… she’s not. She’s just cold and distant. It’s not like killing him in her timeline got her anywhere. But she’s still curt with him and avoids conversation. Gamzee asks some of the others what her deal is, but they only give him the basics. It’s not their story to tell. Still, Gamzee puts the pieces together and actually finds himself sympathizing a little. He gets this strange, distant feeling that he might know what it’s like to be a parent in a different timeline…

She remains good friends with this version of Terezi and Vriska. She apologizes to Vriska for not heading her advice and Vriska returns the sentiment. They all bond over shared fuck ups and The Scourge Sisters are happy to hear there’s at least one timeline where Vriska managed to turn her attitude around.

Similarly, she has a decent relationship with Tavros. Tavros finds it odd how Kanaya found her revenge unsatisfying when Tavros absolutely revelled in his.

Kanaya eventually discovers that Karkat could simply revive Stacey right now if he wanted abd tries to demand that he do so. He refuses. The King makes himself clear: you’ll get your daughter back after you help me and not a moment before.

In Kanaya’s mind, she has to agree.

“…I Am Bringing Her Back, Rose. I Do Not Know… How Much It Will Cost Me… But I Am Bringing Her Back. …You Will Always Be The Woman I Fell In Love With. I Just Hope I Am Still The Woman You Fell In Love With When I Return. …I Love You.”

evil john anon when I get my fucking hands on you

HRHRGRHGRHGRHRGHRGHRGRHGRHGRHGRGGRGRGGRGRGRRRRR

i did kanaya in a mourning mother outfits - IM GONNA CRY IM GONNA CRY - just a fade that I thought looked cool and her wings and her mourning veil - OH GOD THE TEARS IM AJHHAGRGRGARGHRGRGH - just in a little suit vest and hat and

IT GETS SADDER AND SADDER AND I HAVE NEVER FELT MORE SADDENING RAGE RIGHT NOW THIS IS HORRIBLELY WONDERFUL

the moment I read that stacey found the fridge and opened it I wanted to S C R E A M

and then the NEXT FYCKJING LINE LIHENMMMJNKLHKJHKHBFKBSHFB

WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON GAMZEE MAKARA THE BARD IN THE FRIDGE

UNSPEAKABLE INHUMANE THINGS SHALL BE DONE

VENGANCE I WANT VENGANCE *cries like a baby*

i also drew stacey BUT EVIL JOHN ANON IF YOURE OUT THERE IM GONNA THROTTLE YOU LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO THIS POOR GIRL *SOB*

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ardenttheories · 5 years ago

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Though I believe the relationship between most of the hs fandom and the hs2 writing team is pretty toxic I think your 'us and them' attitude is going to perpetuate this. Your posts frame them as villain of sorts and the actions of some justify your distane of them all. I do not know the lives of these people nor all the beliefs they hold within themselves or if they all agree with each other. You need to lurn to be concise in your arguments and where to draw the line between fiction and reality.

The “us and them” mentality was founded by their attempts to isolate a significant percent of the fandom away from the recent content. This is not me perpetuating an ideology; it is me pointing out the flaws in what is happening, currently, and giving voice to the people who have been isolated by the writers and feel as if they are the only ones who feel the way they do.

I have stated several times how things could improve, and frankly, I think I have been rather fair in many of my assessments - especially at the beginning, when most of the content was being released. But the fact of the matter is, it probably won’t change unless the writers can change the views of people like Kate or talk over her views in Homestuck^2 itself. Because the fandom isn’t the issue, actually; it’s solely in the hands of the writing team.

They are the people with the power, here. They decide what goes into the text, how things are presented, what views come through. They are capable of implementing every transphobic, homophobic, abuse apologist, anti-survivor sentiment we’ve seen in the comic so far - and they’re just as capable to... not do those things. They know their content is triggering. They know how much of the fandom can and cannot handle these things, and how much trigger warnings are important to individual people. And they have actively done everything they can to harm the fandom - have admitted to doing so, actually - that they possibly can.

You do not take chapter-by-chapter trigger warnings away if you do not want to hurt the people reading your content. You do not respond to criticism by calling your fanbase transmisoynists because you don’t want to admit that your favourite is an abuser. You do not try to make everything you do better by claiming that canon is dead when you are writing the official story.

What you seem to have completely misunderstood is that we are powerless in this relationship. Yes, we can complain; yes, we can plead; yes, we can try to appeal to them; but they are the ones writing the content. We are only the consumers. They can literally do anything they want to these characters, and they will, and have, merely to spite us. They can make the comic as dangerous as possible to mentally ill people as punishment for daring to say that they weren’t handling triggers well.

I likewise do not know the lives of the people on the HS^2 team. I do, however, know most of their beliefs - because they do a damn good job of being transparent about it on Twitter. Their beliefs are toxic at best, and outright violent at worst. The problem is, of course, that it doesn’t matter if they don’t agree with each other on these views; they’re still coming through loud and clear.

If the “good” writers are unable to stop the “bad” writers from pumping HS^2 full of untagged triggers, badly-handled sensitive content, incest, abuse apologism, transphobia, and victim denial, then that honestly says a lot about either:

- How loud the “bad” voices are that the “good” ones are being spoken over

- How quiet the supposed “good” voices are, and how much they might actually agree with the “bad” voices

I would also like you to, quite kindly, go through and read literally any of my posts. I have gone over several times the distinction between fiction and reality -and how, also, the opinions of a person in fiction tend to shine through in their reality as well. Kate’s abuse apologism isn’t just towards Vriska. She genuinely believes that. The same way as her transphobia isn’t just a fictional thing; she talks over transmen and masc-aligned enbies all the fucking time, and tells them that they don’t have a voice. Her racism is evident in the trivialisation of the BLM movement - and her outright hatred of Gamzee, who is very clearly meant to be an anti-black stereotype, as well as a representation of psychosis.

The fact of the matter is, they need to be held accountable. We cannot just say, “oh, actually, us vs them doesn’t work”, because us with them didn’t work, either. They have started this mentality, made it clear that they are not with us, and in fact that they actively want to hurt us. All we want is for them to listen to genuine criticism and accept it, to take into account what people are saying - what transmen, mentally ill people, poc, and abuse survivors are trying to tell them - and handle the topics they’re bringing up with slightly more care.

I’ve said several times in my posts that this would literally fix everything. If all we got was an apology, an “we, as a team, are sorry for the hurt we have caused; we have reinstated a better trigger list on each chapter, we are listening to views more closely and have retconned some events that were transphobic/racist/homophobic, or we will take more care with them in the future, and for those instances that did happen, here is an explanation that isn’t just denial or us saying that we’re the writers and you have to accept what we do”, then... we’d have nothing to be upset about. The fandom would be content, would support HS^2, would be more than happy to praise the writers and break the “us v them” mentality.

But they haven’t, and they seem to outright refuse to do so. And why the fuck should we be the ones to give? If we don’t hold them accountable, they will never change. They will continue to implement harmful and toxic views into Homestuck^2 without criticism or care. We, as a fandom, should not be the ones to end the “us v them” mentality when we are the ones being actively hurt, when they are the ones with the power, when they began the mentality to begin with.

Of course, if you don’t find that this ask sits well with you, I’d like to suggest some advice to you the same that the writers like to tell us about Homestuck^2 and its content:

If you don’t like it, you’re free to leave. You are in no way obliged to interact at all. In fact, this could be the perfect place for you to write your own posts! Because, naturally, mine have no actual sentiment behind them and should not be viewed in any capacity by people who don’t agree with me, specifically.

(I want to point out, of course, that the above paragraph is satire. You can do as you damn well please, and this blog IS meant to be interacted with. But maybe now you can see the irony - and fury - behind HS^2 for fans. Imagine if every time I got an ask even vaguely going against my own views, I just turned around and said, “sorry sweetie, not my problem, go do your own shit”. After a while you’d get fed up, and I’d get a callout for actively ignoring valid criticism. I don’t see why, in this capacity, the HS^2 writers shouldn’t be faced with the same.)

#ardenttheories #homestuck^2 critical #long post//#grc-da-derp

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yoitscro · 5 years ago

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First thought: Homestuck^2 should've just been called Beyond Canon, and more people should call it that.

The 2 was put on for chuckles; HS trending the day it was announced with it being a sequel spoke enough about how such a thing shant be underestimated, and why Homestuck is ABSOLUTELY more than just our small twitter crowd (and the scrap of us still on tumblr). I say that because remembering the Beyond Canon part slightly reassures me about the fact that this is a fanwork that will do some weird shit, and things I don't agree with, but isn't something that I have to subscribe to enjoying all the way with how I engage with Homestuck.

Homestuck 2 is not the canon continuation. Homestuck 2: Beyond Canon, is an OFFICIAL continuation.

Not having it on such an important stool and as the only content we all are only allowed to digest should come from both people who obsessively dislike it, and people who defensively support it. If a character says they kick babies then I can say, hey that's weird, maybe not great writing, but I can pretend they don't in my content, and i dont have to send threats or call people cishet white men for it! and, it's an absolutely great thing that we were all encouraged to create our own ideas without anyone who's influenced us to do so squinting their eyes when we actually go through with it. Glad I don't have to put this story up to the expectations of being a sequel to a 11 year, worldwide IP that's shooketh the internet landscape since it's merely optional, Death of the Author persists, and ideas aren't just dominated and revolved around the perspective of a 1% in this entire fanbase.

That said.

As an OFFICIAL continuation versus a canon one, HS2 is ok. It certainly has that fanfiction vibe, and a story it wants to tell. I can't really tell what that story is since we have like, 10 sub plots rn though. There's not a real a clear indicator on where the focus of main conflict is that connects all these stories together.

I thought that the prose in replacement of Vriska's battle was jarring, but not teeerribly surprising for the format HS2 is going for. It's more so using drawings to compliment text versus Homestuck's usual of panels being side by side with visual importance, or even itself being the one compliment. It sorta feels weird tho that it brought old fans back in with art just for them to get sneered at when they get a bit upset that there won't be main staples of art known to progress the story forward.

Also people who mock people for “having to read homestuck” knowing there’s language barriers and struggling focus from those who’ve been use to something that was never so dense, are ridiculous.

Personally this could be solved by knowing how old flashes worked, having way more artists on the team, maybe even an art director if not already, and noting that we're not asking for the next Cascade. Rome wasn't built in a day, but Rose Ride sure was, and Homestuck’s animation is absolutely not the same as a 12-24 framed 12 minute cartoon. That, or just snuff the illustrative art as a whole since it's very clear on where the focus is.

I’m sure you’re not here trying to see my opinions on how the outer workings are though, versus plot.

Uuuuh, let's see. Yiffy's still a name I don't care to use until I eventually get tired of any of my art that do not show up in tags. This is fine and not as offensive as people are saying it is. Minors who want to cosplay this character don't have to call themselves this character. Not wanting to be one letter away from accidentally entering a very NSFW space of twitter is fine. Also the lot of people call Tavros, Tavvy.

I hope Kanaya's anger at being cucked is actually seen versus being implied through fan guesses and another character having to say she was.

Roxy needs to be more of an involved character. Where are they during all this?

Jane should have a mention of her relations to HIC being a main/bad influence on her current parallels to Alternian dictatorship.

The PRE-RETCON GROUP should have a fun one-shot update for fans who like them, since they oughta be around if they fell through the ghost hole. Most of them. The sprites that aren't Jasprosesprite should also show up too, since they're around.

Aaaaaand I think we should be extra careful going into the future when it comes to the alien rebellion. It's weird that a lot of the writers are white and toy around with concepts that can be a not so great parallel to racism. Currently not great timing rn! If the characters are going to remain aracial, but with them still doing not much to reference other non-white earth cultures or getting new hair cuts that have different textures (looking at you, Rose), we shant make the species with actual biological benefits a racism commentary. the xeno joke at least had a play on words. If any writer has happened upon this then a, please don't get mad at me again haha, and b, consider having more black writers or directional assistance on your squad. You know who they are.

In the future. I casually want the ghost from the Dream Bubbles to be shown since it's a big elephant in the room to not have a single one of them in the bg despite a load of them appearing from the ghost whole. Don't gotta give them speaking lines, especially the dancestors. I personally don't know if I want that right now.

I also hope in the future that we don't get HS content that is only going to revolve around HS2, if it's optional enough to engage with without being the only option. That's why PQ could ended a bit better for me, and why I hope it's not the main thing that's keeping Hiveswap on the backburner. I don't think it's farfetched to consider that multiple HS content could come from more than just one team; to relieve work load, but to also strengthen the idea that Homestuck can be a various amount of perspectives when it comes to the ideas fans have. The most dedicated fans leading the direction of the story is not just a handful of them. If anything, at least acknowledge the massive ass fan projects going on once in awhile to showcase the different avenues.

"Hey Cro, you sure have bitched about this alot. Do you have anything good to say? Why don't you stop reading if you hate it so much!"

Not every comment needs to be golden, love. Again, some of these decisions I eck at, but ultimately they're just words on a computer that I'm not holding anyone at gun point to do, and I'm curious to see how the story handles itself going forward, since again, it's just a fanwork. Sometimes I wish to not only see where the plot goes, but to see a writer's craft in action.

Good Things:

The Art. Again, please have more artists. It'd help so much, especially since the main one is also double timing for VE. That said, HS2 sticks out to me because of the way the color composition is used. Aside from hair and other tiny things, I haven't seen black used a lot, which makes colors pop. It's really nice to look at. I hope we get more sharper styles of character in the future, since it builds on nostalgia and makes the trolls feel much less like they're from Repiton, but I can deal with it for the most part. I also like that one panel where the omega kids and vriska are talking in the dark room, and based on where they're standing, the text aligns. Tasty as hell.

Meat and Candy still do hold neat logic in the direction the stories go. Candy, while it could be more tasteless in some areas, is chaotic and too much of a good thing. Meat is having something a little more straightforward, though I'm not sure quite yet where it's going. I always found Candy to be the part of the epilogue that actually entertained me the most, from how much of a surreal Robot Chicken skit at 3am it felt. Sometimes the jokes slapped real nice and made me wonder, going in, how is this monkeys paw gonna play out and, hopefully, make people laugh or smirk like they got a good roast at themself?

The slightly episodic feel of each update is what I wanted from the Epilogues, so it's interesting to see that play out when it comes to switching different perspectives.

The bonus updates get points for featuring characters that a lot of us have been wanting to see for ages.

Hopefully this isn't unpopular, but I think the tension of Yiffy's introduction was nicely composed and written (ignoring some of the things I wish for Jane). It leaves you with enough want to see what'll happen next time. You could also say that despite her growling and making a lot of noise, it's not actually bad writing: I see it as the audience being forced to see her in the same perspective that Jane see's her; a dog. Upon no context we're seeing the same thing while knowing things are obviously off, and once we see this character in a new environment where their personality shines, it'll have a bigger impact her own character being humanized. So I like that.

Okay, I think that's all I got. I improv wrote most of this; hopefully I won't be taken out of context since I don’t think that HS2′s writing should ultimately be a judgement of the writers as people, nor treated as if they should hold the same unhealthy work environment that Andrew forced himself to do when writing the og comic. And I'm still like, donating to the patreon and everything, lol.

[runs away]

edit: i was going to put the cw as another positive thing for the comic...but...yeaaaah.

#hs2 #beyond canon #homestuck 2 //#i ran out of room so i posted this here lol.

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talesfrombeyondthebelly · 4 years ago

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“Come into my parlor,” Said the spider to the fish.

I know I’m not great at titles but oh well. This is an Eri.Vr.is oral vore fic! Mainly because I’ve been doing some rps and been caught up in the great dynamic they have imo. This is a sfw fic, but again it is a vore fic so if you turn away I won’t be offended. That said, I hope you enjoy and I’m always open to criticism!

There would be an unceremonious sigh that would come from a certain violet blooded sea dweller as he fiddled with the pieces for his latest scheme to exterminate all the land dwellers. Or at least, that would be what he had claimed he was doing, he never truly planned to execute it both due to lack of ambition and the resources. Really, the boasting and bragging about what he planned to do wasn’t as much of a threat as he liked to claim it was, and truly it was more along the lines of a need for attention than any true plans of committal.

It had been a slow night for one Eridan Ampora, and having wasted most of it attempting to message any troll to either gossip with three of them or spew some rhetoric he didn’t fully believe. But even then, all that was accomplished was that he was being ignored while he vied for attention. All that was left was to stay cooped inside and rewatch old documentaries as he idly fiddled with historical figure memorabilia.

That was, it was all he had to do until someone had decided to free him from his self-isolation.

AG: Heeeeeeeey, Eridan. ::::)

The sea dweller would squint, he didn’t think his rival would message him after deciding not to message her first. They had broken up when they were six sweeps due to him boring and overbearing; but some time after they turned seven sweeps, Eridan’s attempts to renew their rivalry would pay off after much work and effort. And now they had been going strong even after they hit nine sweeps old.

However, he would roll his eyes at the sight, he knew her innocent seeming spider smile was anything but.

CA: wwhat do you wwant you cerulean blowwhard dont you knoww im busy AG: I’m hurt! After all I went through to check on my dear rival! I would have thought he liked someone giving him attention. AG: Oh well! Guess I’ll just leave you to your devices seeing how you’re *so* busy, CA: god damn it wwait CA: okay maybe i got a bit of an openin in my schedule to wwaste time wwith you AG: Please! The only one who’s going to be wasting their time is me, we 8oth know you’re pro8a8ly doing something 8oring like watching one of your lame documentaries. CA: theyre not LAME theyre goin to be your miserable dirt munchin dowwnfall soon enough AG: Oh???????? 8old claim from you Ampora. Seeing how I know you’re dead wrong. AG: Anyway! You’re coming over to my hive today right? AG: Why am I even asking? You o8viously forgot. CA: i didnt forget i totally fuckin remembered our meeting at your stupid and completely ridiculous hivve AG: It’s not stupid! What’s stupid is the fishbreath who 8uilt his hive surrounded 8y the ocean when he 8arely spends any time in the water. AG: Whatever, just come over. I’m not waiting all day for your dum8ass. CA: ugh fuckin fine CA: you still havvent told me wwhat specifically you wwanted to do ovver there anywway AG : :::;)

And with that, the conversation was brought to an end. Eridan would rub his temples, her purposely vague answer meant any number of things, usually which ended in his embarrassment in one way or the other. Of course, it was better to just go over as soon as possible rather than him wasting time by speculating, even if he did plan to make her wait to purposely be fashionably late. Something to put his pompous attitude on display. Soon enough, Eridan would don his scarf and cape before leaving his hive and embarking on the trip to Vriska’s.

The trip wasn’t terribly long, mainly because traversing through the ocean was far from an issue and her home conveniently overlooked the sea. Even so, Eridan would hold make sure to wait for an extra amount of time for no reason than to uphold the gesture that he was royalty. Feeling accomplished with his amazingly petty task, he would approach the door and knock a few times before waiting for her to answer as he dried himself off as he uncaptchalogued a few towels.

Vriska would answer the door surprisingly quickly, having not had the patience to return his petty actions before pulling him inside and closing the door behind them both. The expression on her face was blatant annoyance, but that was far from the norm regardless if it was actual exasperation or not. Eridan would up look at the other troll with a frown, even since they had gotten older he would find that she had sky rocketed past him in height. He had been a respectable height of nearly six feet, while she had him beat by additional four feet, much to his unending irritation and to her endless amusement.

“You’re late. Even after I went and so kindly reminded you of our little arrangement. Well, I guess everything’s little to me when you’re short, but the point stands.” “yeah yeah keep braggin vvris i wwas towwerin ovver you before-” “Sure, you had a few inches on me when we were six! But now we’re nine and you’re still short, how do you explain that, hm?” That would cause him to shut up rather quickly, though he would dart his eyes around and attempt to come up with a retort, only to fold his arms and huff soon after. It wasn’t uncommon for trolls to grow as much as she did, but the fact that he wasn’t one of them meant that discussions of height were biased in her favor. Her ten feet tall favor. His violet eyes would eventually return to her cerulean ones, there had been smile on her face, one that reeked of mischievous intent. Before he could open his mouth to question her intentions, she would cover his mouth with her hand, and some of his face as a natural consequence of the difference in size between them.

“Alright Ampora, shut up for a minute and listen. I had you come over because I had a proposition that’s going to 8enefit 8oth of us. Here’s the deal: You got two minutes to hide somewhere, and I’m going to seek you out. If I can’t find you in 8 minutes, you win! And if you pick somewhere dum8 and I find you, I win! And the loser has to do whateeeeeeeever the winner wants! Sound good? ::::)”

Eridan would try to speak his response, only for Vriska to keep her hand pressed against his face, only pulling back once he felt something wet trail along it. Irritation making itself apparent with a scoff, she would return the favor by grabbing one of his hands, sticking out her tongue and slowly pressing the wet muscle against the other troll’s hand in a rather long lick before finally letting him go. His hand utterly drenched in saliva, Eridan’s face would scrunch up as he shook his hand dry while a small tinge of violet came across his face. It made her brief taste of him all the more delicious.

“for fucks sake fine ill WWIN your stupid land suckin game and then wwe can do somethin wway less ridiculous and more dignified afterwwards” His statement was spoken with his usual amount of sea dweller pompous pride, even if the chips were stacked against him. Even so, he held his head up high and puffed his chest out, not about to turn down a challenge that was surely easy enough to win. She had a castle, there must have been plenty of places to hide.

“Good! Now get going Eridan, unless you want to 8e 8oring and lame and make this too easy.” She’d give him a wink, teasing him over her self-assured victory and a lick of her lips. She had no problem hinting at what she wanted to do once she won, it made it fun to see him squirm.

He’d pause for a moment and confidence turned into brief uncertainty in less than a minute, “wwait you mean right noww i havvent fuckin evven gotten to-” He cuts himself off as he sees her turn away and start to count, realizing that she wasn’t even going to wait for him to prepare himself. He’d scramble off, the sea dweller handling himself incredibly well on land even when he’s running around wearing a rather long cape.

He wasn’t used to hiding as he was often hunting for the sake of Feferi’s lusus, but he would certainly try his hand at it to the best of his ability. Of course, his first two attempts were less than idea, having run to the very bottom of her hive to try and disguise himself by burying himself under her pile of miscellaneous belongings, only to realize he was shifting too much. He’d then decide to try his hand at hiding on one of the upper floors, deciding that hiding behind her pile of treasure would have been an unlikely spot seeing how he resented her various wins against him during their FLARP sessions. Unfortunately, this would prevent him from hiding there for long, as he does grow irritated looking at her spoils and decided to leave before it caused those pitch feelings to flair too much. Ultimately, he would decide to hide somewhere so obvious, Vriska would never think to check. He was confident in this idea, so much so that he decided to take it easy and relax in his new found spot, all he had to do now was wait 8 minutes and win. He means eight.

Vriska, predictably, did not count the entirety of two minutes before she began her hunt. Rather, she stopped once she got to eighty eight and decided that was enough for her. When she turned around, she half expected Eridan to standing right there out of spite and stubbornness about the whole thing but to her delight the violet blood was playing along. The question was where to find him, if she had to guess, it was probably somewhere dumb, like him. And so her very first guess was her trophy room, because of course he would think she’d skip over her own hoard of treasure to look for him. But upon making her way up the many stairs to check, she would find not a hair of him to found. She was a bit annoyed her first guess wasn’t right, but she had extra time to spare and her next guess would most certainly be right.

Except it wouldn’t The next room would be devoid of Eridan, and the next and the next. It would seem that no matter where she searched, he was nowhere to be found, it raise her irritation with him, and with it her hunger. The stomach of the ten foot cerulean would grumble as she briefly put a hand on it and huffed, she had to give her rival credit, he was doing a good job at making her work for this. And here she thought she’d grab an easy snack. But the warranty of it was wearing off as time passed on, even with her head start, it would seem that Eridan was safe wherever he had chosen to hide. She couldn’t allow this to happen, she had planned for this all to go a certain way, and the fact that it wasn’t was unacceptable. Annoyed, she’d retire to her block for a moment, purely for the sake of trying not to get too caught up and at least try to remain rational about this. Only a minute to go, there wasn’t much time left, and Vriska was certain she had searched about every place there was to offer. Unless...

Without a word, Vriska would approach her wardrobe dresser, there was no way he’d hide in there right? It’d be dumb and stupid and completely ridiculous! Well, she didn’t have time, so she would ultimately waste not a moment more as she ripped open the doors to her wardrobe and... found her prize. Eridan for one was shocked with the sudden burst of light and appearance of Vriska, who apparently been frustrated looking for him. He wishes he could have seen the whole experience, but from the noises she made he got his fair share of entertainment. “8h my g8d, r8ally!!!!!!!! Y8u hid in my wardr88e????????” There was an unending amount of vitriol pouring from Vriska now, irritation at herself and him were flowing freely, and despite Eridan’s surprise, he would waste no time in displaying adjusting himself and nodding, “of course i hid here because i thought youd fuckin ovverlook it seein howw all your attire is plain as SHIT and it wworked just god damn fine seein howw a certain obnoxious glory lovvin troll took forEVVER to find me-” He would step out with a large amount of pride, quite certain he had won, only for his eyes to dart over to the clock in her room and his face would immediately fall. She had found him with ten seconds to spare. “wwell fuck”

Vriska would try to take a moment to herself to not have too radical an outburst, she was upset, but she also wanted to savor her prize. The expression on Eridan’s face certainly helped “Wwell fuck is right! I win! And that meeeeeeeeans you have to do what I want, and I think we both know what that is.” A chill would go down his spine, while Eridan could be clueless at times, she had given him more than enough hints as to what she wanted. It certainly hadn’t been the first time they had done such a thing, but it was more than a bit embarrassing for him, which made give her some push back on the idea. “are you fuckin kiddin vvris you didnt say anythin about this bein your prize-” “Don’t 8e coy!” She’d interrupt him immediately, taking a step closer to him as he took a step back. “ I made it plenty clear! 8esides! I win, and you agreed to the terms right? It’s only fair I get what I’m promised.”

Another step forward and he’d take another few steps back and bump into the wall behind him, Vriska smirking as she’d get closer to him, their bodies practically touching as she leaned down towards him and her lips would slowly part, strands of saliva breaking apart as he start down that cerulean abyss, taking a few teasing swallows as she inched closer before letting her warm breath washing over him and fogging up his glasses. A few drops of drool would fall into his face before she’d close her mouth pull away, letting the situation sink in for the sea dweller as well as calm herself down, she may have had a bit of cerulean tint her cheeks in the same manner violet tinted his. Eating someone in this manner was embarrassing after all, which was why she’d only do it in private, not that she’d ever admit it out loud. Eridan had similarly shared the sentiment on the other side of the spectrum.

While embarrassment would go around on both ends, the sea dweller still contemplated making a run for it; the thought of being consumed always did trigger a fight or flight instinct, regardless of the fact that she probably wouldn’t digest him. Before he can even make an attempt however, his body is kept in place by hands on his shoulders, she had decided that she wasn’t going to give him the chance to scramble off and hide again, “I hope you’re ready, because you’re going to be in there for a while~” She would lean in again, salivating as she brought herself closer yet as her jaws widened to accept her meal. Slow warm breaths would beat against his skin as she drew tantalizingly close, all the while the fish troll would gulp nervously.

Instinctively, he would press his hands against her face as she started to lean in, he wasn’t about to let his hatemate have her meal without at least giving some fight back. One hand on her top lip and the other on her bottom, there’d be some push back as she slowly closed the distance between them yet again, it was a losing fight on his end as the predator drew closer and closer, letting him stare once again into her mouth before her tongue would slide out to press against his face and trail upwards, taking his glasses with it and causing him to loosen his hold. It was all he needed give the spider troll all the leeway she needed. Before he can even think about his mistake, she would jolt forward and wrap her lips around his neck, sealing him inside the jaws of the ever hungry troll. A hum of approval would resonate around the noble of troll royalty, reveling in the taste of victory and her meal, saliva being thoroughly slathered across his face during his various attempts to voice insults and protests. Though that wouldn’t stop him from trying.

While it was certainly dark in the other’s mouth, being a nocturnal species meant that Eridan could see each and every detail as she made sure to truly make him squirm. It wouldn’t be long before she’d take the first swallow, letting his glasses slide along her tongue before they were unceremoniously pulled down her gullet Of course. with that swallow, he would be brought only a short distance away from the opening in her throat, as his shoulders would be brought in next. Her teeth would be pressed against his clothes to keep him in place as his struggles and attempts to free himself grew stronger despite the situation going in the opposite direction for him. Her tongue would waste no time in running over the formerly dry parts of the troll, drenching the top of his shirt as drool as she decided to move on with her meal and take the gulp that would trap him inside her throat and bulge it out with his struggling form.

His head now captured in a pulsating throat, Vriska can continue her meal in confidence he won’t wiggle out. Her hands would move to keep his arms pinned to his sides as she moved further down his body, a hum flowing freely as she continued this consumption of him. Drool would pool in her mouth and dripping down as his chest was next to slide between her jaws as Eridan was tugged further down her throat, slightly bulging it out as he defiantly tried to move it around. Her tongue was relentless in running along the fabric she brought into her mouth, it was a bit tasteless and bland, and she regrets not shredding the shirt when she had the chance, but she ultimately makes do. Mainly by lapping at the shirt to lubricate it before taking another swallow, sending him further down the slimy gullet.

Her lips and fangs now reach his hips, and his stomach is safely contained within her mouth. Now she could have a bit more fun with him. Her tongue would curl under the bottom of his shirt to gain access to his skin yet again, an unadulterated groan escaping her to make it well known how much she just enjoyed this feeling, the noises ringing through his ears amidst his own grunts and swears. She’d stop her swallowing for a moment, reveling in the taste and wanting him to squirm a bit longer for her and attempt to fight back against the intrusive tongue as it rubbed against him, only to end up rubbing his body more against the wet muscle, her taste buds gets all the flavor she could ever want. What probably gets the biggest reaction from her is when she gives attention to his grub scars, which are oddly enough, pretty delicious for a reason she couldn’t quite explain. But they do elicit some sounds from Eridan was well, mainly increasingly flustered insults as he keeps kicking wildly. It was quite enjoyable a feeling if she were to be honest.

While she could have kept slathering, lapping and sucking on him for a considerable amount of time, a sudden loud growl would emerge from her stomach, reminding her that she was quite hungry still. And so, she’d wrap her hands around his legs to keep them still as the next series of gulps condemned the violetblood to his fate. There would be only the briefest moment where she would remove his shoes before finally sealing the deal, tracing the last of the troll’s form down with one hand as she pushed him down to her stomach. A long sigh would come out of her as she laid on back and massage her now bloated stomach. It was a lot of work to get him down and she was blue in the face, but she had done it. She could feel him fighting and hear his complaints both of which were more than annoying when she was trying to relax, but damn, it was always satisfying to do this.

Eridan, for his part, always had conflicting feelings about this. His face flushed violet and his entire body was absolutely drenched in ever warm saliva, it and he was now surrounded by a brilliant shade of blue that made up her stomach walls. He attempt to push and stretch it to its limits and cause her indigestion as a form of revenge, but all he would be met with was a few gurgles as the stomach churned around him. Luckily, it didn’t seem like he was going to be digested, otherwise he would have been splashing stomach acids all over him from his struggles, instead of other contents in her stomach. It included a few eight balls and dice, unsurprisingly. Despite his best efforts, he would only slightly stretch out her grey skin as Vriska could see her bloated stomach wiggling and bulging with his form, she was content to keep him in there.

It would be a few minutes before Eridan’s protests would die down and he’d resign himself for now as he attempt to get comfortable against the soft stomach lining that surrounded him. As embarrassing as this had been, he had expending his stamina and his frustration dying down to contempt. It would allow her to relax a bit more and close her eyes. She thinks she’s going to take a nap before they do anything else. She might let him out later but for now, this was just another mark of victory for her. It was fun, they’ll have to do this again sooner rather than later.

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the-hs-etaverse · 5 years ago

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Okay but pale Kanrezi? Galaxy-brain take right there.

Like, I understand why them being black would be interesting, with Terezi being an on-fire garbage can of a person and Kanaya having a great lack of tolerance for idiocy and bad fashion sense. But that hinges on a more shallow understanding of their personalities. Like, yes, Kanaya is intolerant of those who are stupid or walking disasters, but remember that she is compassionate by nature. And remember that Terezi being a walking disaster is because of her upbringing or lack thereof.

So, the way I see it, Kanaya sees someone who’s unkempt and thinks, “This Person Is In Need Of My Help”, but for those who oughta know better, she goes “Wow This Absolute Heathen I Shall Roast The Living Nightlights Out Of You”, which is basically how it is with most people. It’s basically a “Make Them Feel Bad So They Do Better Next Time” type thing. But she comes to someone like Vriska or Terezi, who are Rather Messed Up, and she recognises that they don’t really know better, that this is like habit for them, and then the protection racket swings to “I Shall Be Your Guardian Because You Need One” instead. Because, why sarcasm someone who needs legitimate help? (Granted, this isn’t quite how the Vriskan relationship ended up playing out, but that’s probably how it initiated, at least friendship-wise, partly ignoring the Pesterquest canon.)

There’s also the point that Terezi is just a giant womanchild, which would probably instigate some sort of maternal instinct in Kanaya. I mean, yeah, there is the issue that Terezi is possibly the most annoying person in the multiverse, and Kanaya’s not exactly known for her patience, but hey, she was able to be patient with Rose’s drinking problems for so long, right? I think she can manage to be patient if she really cares about someone.

So that’s their dynamic from Kanaya’s perspective. From Terezi’s, well, I’m not the hugest fan of pale Vrisrezi, because while they understand each other deeply, they have a tendency to enable each other’s bad behaviour. Not that Terezi’s the worst-behaved troll ever or anything, but she’s not exactly Lawful Good. I really do think she needs a moirail of some sort, though, or at the very least someone to confide in who is not necessarily Vriska. I feel like a lack of such a person might’ve prompted her impromptu Jaunt Into the Unknown in the credits. Because Terezi is also not the most well-adjusted individual. She’s been through a LOT. (I mean, they all have, but still.) She needs someone to help her bear her mental load. And I think Kanaya is a perfect candidate, or should I say, Kan-didate. HAHAHA PUNS im so effing tired send help

So yeah, tl;dr, Kanaya has an instinct to help, and Terezi has a need for help. Not that the moirallegiance would be a one-way street, though, of course. Kanaya’s got her own insecurities. And Terezi would totally dope-slap her until she stopped it. Considering the contrast in how Rose and Terezi handle issues, and knowing that having therapists with differing perspectives on handling issues is a good thing, I think it’d be good for Kanaya to have both Rose (the “we’ll-sarcastically-but-kindly-talk-you-through-this” type) and Terezi (the “snap-out-of-it” type) in her wheelhouse. (Assuming that red Rosemary and Vrisrezi occur here.) And Terezi would then have both Vriska (the ”lets-go-do-arson-to-make-you-not-do-this” type) and Kanaya (the “I-will-let-you-vent-and-hug-you-until-you-calm-down” type) in her own wheelhouse. Psychiatry for the win!

In essence, please ship pale Kanrezi, please ship pale Kanrezi, please ship pale Kanrezi, they need to interact more (and, heck, maybe Kanaya can be annoyed by crocs in the meanwhile!)

#how can I write a 5-paragraph essay on a fictional character dynamic without prompting in 30 mintes #but not write a 5-paragraph essay on another fictional characters when I'm supposed to?#this post brought to you by me staying up until 1:38 am #headcanons #homestuck #kanrezi #kanaya maryam #terezi pyrope #vriska serket #rose lalonde #queue #long post

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ad1ostoreador · 5 years ago

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>> Spill over.

(in which a very small sand castle is built, @ad1ostoreador actually manages to Verbalize a Feeling or Even Two, to @blurry-end-evil, and they commiserate over the wreckage one Serket left of multiple lives. warnings: features an abuse survivor still being angry and venting off steam about the experiences that left physical and emotional scars on him, and the people who stood around and watched it happen, in ways that are not particularly forgiving or flattering to anyone involved.)

ad1ostoreador:

Tavros has flown himself to physical exhaustion, if still nothing approaching sleep, and is now sitting sort of huddled up on a dry hummock of sand, some distance along the beach and nearly out of view from the main hive. He's got his knees pulled to his chest and his arms around them, ears pinned back, and is still wearing somewhat smeared facepaint.

blurry-end-evil:

Loxi was looking for Tavros, for once glad the troll was tall, with big horns. Though right now, he's not looking so tall. Quite the opposite, in fact. He's on tumblr, he can't have missed it being filled by one Vriska by herself. How surprising.

He walks on the beach towards the curled form, stopping somewhat in the bull's line of sight. "Hey TV. What you're doing here ?" For once he's not teasing, just asking neutrally.

ad1ostoreador:

He barely lifts his head and doesn't look up, but one ear pivots to follow Loxi's approach across the sand. "...just sitting." His answer is as neutral as the question.

blurry-end-evil:

And here goes Loxi, flopping himself near to him, vaguely cross-legged. "You look like shit." He informs politely.

"Are you going to take me for an idiot again and pretend everything is peachy ?"

ad1ostoreador:

He snorts, shrugging a little. "I, uh, don't really care what I look like, right now... and, probably, you saw enough of the dash, to, um, draw your own conclusions... unless you are actually not following anyone at all, and also living in a hole..."

blurry-end-evil:

"Ha, ha. Believe it or not, I'm actually following people. Tho, yeth. I have hypothethith." A small grin. "Couldn't mithth how thith part of the web thuddenly got even more webs. But I wasn't thure it could make you go be all depreththed on the beach."

ad1ostoreador:

"I'm not depressed..." Not today. Today, he's just... frustrated and helpless and grouchy. He's not sure whether it's an improvement or not. "...they always crawl out of the woodwork in bunches. Like one isn't more than enough..."

blurry-end-evil:

"I'm thurprised tumblr didn't crumble under thith army of eight patth creatureth, yeth. They're thtill good at fooling their world, it theemth." He leans back on his hands.

ad1ostoreador:

"...it's like people just...--" He cuts off again, rubbing at his mouth with the back of one hand, and making a noise that isn't entirely unlike a growl.

blurry-end-evil:

"Forget ? Forgive ? " He offers, rather neutral, but... A little bitter, too.

ad1ostoreador:

"...never cared, at all, in the first place, unless it happened to personally, uhh, inconvenience them, like maybe some blood got splashed on their shoe, which they then had to try and clean off, because it wasn't a pretty color." It's half-muffled into his hand, or his knee, or just a low, tense mumble in the first place.

blurry-end-evil:

"People are aththole. What elthe is new ? Either they're shithead and don't care about what she did, either they're too nithe and forgive her. Or too thtupid and she manipulate them." He huff himself. Loxi tries to act as if things don't really touch him usually, but... He lost a lot, too.

"Mothtly, other don't get it. Why would they care ? Eh."

ad1ostoreador: "...even the ones who try and talk like they care... don't. Not really. It's always more important to them to chase her quads, or pretend like she's some sort of friend or something.... just shove everything under the textile square, right? If nobody talks about it, it's almost like it didn't happen, and it's all my fault if anything is maybe, not pleasant, a little, because I should have just gotten over it, like everyone else did, ha ha! It's not like she took anything important, just my best friend, and my future, and my legs, and my whole life, that I had..." He's... possibly a lot closer to tears than he'd like to be. Ugh.

blurry-end-evil:

He won't point it out, even look at the sea rather than him to not make him feel too self-conscious. He's not good at comfort, but that doesn't mean he'll be an asshole here. "I know. I was here, remember ? She maid me kill AA. Tho, I disagree with whatever thome shithead who wantth to feel better than they are, forgive her or find her excuses. She turned fun games into dethtroyed lifes. I don't thee why the fuck you should be over it, or me, or anyone wanting to be mad at her. She could die under my eyes and I wouldn't even move a thingle finger."

He breathes noisily, annoyed now. Frustrated, too. Sometimes he wish he could have made her pay, for real. "She made your already hard life an impoththible one. If cullers had found you, you'd be dead. As if being a lowblood wasn't giving uth enough to handle, already. But, nooo, mithth blueblood don't thee why we're all tho mean with her, really, we're all awful." Loxi rolls his eyes, hissing a bit.

ad1ostoreador:

It gives him time to get his breathing back under control. To fight down the ghost of remembered pain in his back that is trying to make his legs go numb and nerveless, and to quash the little surge of panic that is the automatic response to that (lack of) sensation. He digs his claws into his knees a little, then shifts, clumsily. "...My legs are okay now, but... all of it still happened." A shaky exhale. "I don't have to forgive her, or forget it."

blurry-end-evil:

"Of courthe not. Magical repairing or whatever it is, it doesn't suddenly make everything fine again. And it'th not like she is the one who gave you your legs back. Right? Tho she didn't do anything to detherve forgivenethth. If she even could detherve it to begin with, which I doubt."

He's sort of enjoying having someone to trash her with.

ad1ostoreador:

"She's dead, and I'm not sorry at all," Tavros mutters. "I'm never going to be sorry about that. Or decide that I am, um, okay with listening to some other version of her brag about all the terrible things she did."

blurry-end-evil:

"Is she ?" He lifts his arms straight above him, and let himself land on his back, on the sand. "Nithe. Finally thome good fucking news.'

Loxi snickers. "At leatht it meanth there's one lethth in the fuckery of the multiverthe. But, yeah, why you have to do that ?" He lift himself on his elbows. "You don't have to juthtify yourthelf, you know ? She did awful things. Kick her, kill her, ignore her. All good choice." He grins, now. "Pretty thure she'd prefer you kill her than you ignore her, the bitch."

ad1ostoreador:

He hackles up a little, hair prickling up in a crest, and flattens his ears, but at least he actually looks at Loxi this time. "I have... a negative amount of care, actually, about what she wants, or wanted, or would have preferred. All I care about is that she's gone, and at least one version of her... can't hurt anyone else, ever again.."

blurry-end-evil:

He stares back. "It'th what I thaid. And I altho thaid ignoring her is probably the betht. I guethth I'm jutht more revengeful than you." It's not judgemental, just a fact.

"...We can't make people thee the real her, though. Thadly."

ad1ostoreador:

"...I know. Nobody ever... wants to see it, until it's too late, and she's... broken something they actually care about, in a way that can't be fixed." Tavros rakes a hand through his hair, trying to smooth it back down. "....it's just... really tiring." He isn't even sure if he means the effort of trying to blacklist and block and filter her out, for his own sake, or the struggle of trying to maintain any trust at all toward people who let her in.

blurry-end-evil:

He nods tiredly. "She's just like... A life viruth. Or a happynethth viruth. It'th in her code, she won't change. It'th bullshit."

Loxi goes back to sitting position, crosslegged and elbow on his knee so he can rest his jaw in his hand. "You warn people, but they don't lithten. What elthe can you do ?" It's a rhetorical question.

ad1ostoreador:

"...I don't even try to warn anyone anymore," he murmurs, voice quiet and drained. "It doesn't do any good, it never did... and no one cares. Maybe whatever... weird timeline versions everyone else is from just... magically happened to fix whatever was broken in her, so that she could try not being a terrible person, for once. But... I don't have to trust that, or believe it, and I don't have to try to help her anymore, when most all those, uh.... versions of her act and sound and do everything just like she always did."

He sighs, deeply, rubbing both hands over his face (and really making a further disaster of his facepaint). "...it doesn't make me a bad person, for just... not being willing to put myself in that position, with her, ever again..."

blurry-end-evil:

He listens quite patiently, ears twitching. "Thure. You're trying to convinthe me, or you ? Because." Loxi raises one finger. "To me you're, for onthe, right. Tho I don't need to be convinthed. Thecond-" He raises a second finger. "I'm no exactly good at comforting people tho I hope you don't expect that from me.

ad1ostoreador:

Tavros snorts again, muted, but almost smirks a little at him, ears still low. He doesn't know who he's trying to convince, honestly, but it does feel good to get the words out without anyone turning it into something other than what it is. "...Okay, I get it, you have a thing for 'two'... you don't have to try to convince me, I know..." blurry-end-evil:

Smirking back, he stick his tongue out at him. "I jutht, honethtly had only two pointth to make. Like often."

ad1ostoreador:

Tavros scratches his jaw with one finger. Maybe a rude finger. Oh look, there's the other one, to match. "...Maybe I just don't, uh... feel like going back inside, yet."

blurry-end-evil:

Nice, two of them. He snickers. "You better not. Your fathe lookth like a grub rolled in paint then rolled on your fathe."

ad1ostoreador:

"I'll clean it up and redo it... might keep wearing it, um, more often..." He shifts a little, wings making a subtle crickety rasp as the edge of one drags against the edge of the other.

blurry-end-evil:

"Thure ? I'm gueththing it'th a thing between you and Gamzee. I am not really contherned by thieth piethe of info." He's just a little perplexed.

ad1ostoreador:

"Yes... and also no? It's... I don't know. I guess... I want to, uh. Show some respect, toward the one who made this whole place." He shrugs, sheepishly.

blurry-end-evil:

He frowns, thinks. "Thith plathe is linked to the religouth figures of the clown church ?" Not that he knows them, he just. Suppose.

ad1ostoreador:

He's a bit surprised that Loxi has heard of them at all, to be honest. "Um... yeah, kind of. Maybe not in... exactly the way they thought, but. One's a destroyer... but the other one is a maker. This place exists because of the Muse..."

blurry-end-evil:

Between playing and sniffing online, he heard a lot. That and he still heard people talk around him, on the ship. "How do you know that ?"

ad1ostoreador:

"Because we met her..."

blurry-end-evil:

He's genuinely surprised. "Hm. Okay. What she lookth like ?" Loxi could call him a liar or naive, but. Doesn't sounds fitting, here.

ad1ostoreador:

"Tall... and, uh, green. Kind of... bony-scaly? She was... very different from anything that I might have expected."

blurry-end-evil:

"A thcalebeatht thkeleton ? Original." He's amused, but not like he doesn't believe him. Loxi he's pretty sure Tavros isn' tthe type ot invent this for fun. Further not since it's touching a topic important for his matesprit.

ad1ostoreador:

"Just... very different. Her, uh... 'brother' was tearing everything apart, where we came from. From the stuff she said, he... was the kind of same cheater Vriska always was. If he wasn't winning, he'd just... twist all the rules around, and make it so he had to, no matter what." He grimaces a little, giving his head a shake. "...I told her, the only way to, uh, win a game, with that kind of person, is to stop playing their game at all, and walk away."

blurry-end-evil:

He raise an eyebrow, interested by the story. 'Did she lithten ?"

ad1ostoreador:

"...I kind of... think that listening was maybe a thing that she did."

blurry-end-evil:

He burst in a snicker at that. "Shit, could oyu make thith thententhe even longer ? Normal people jutht thay 'yeth'. Or 'I think'." Loxi doesn't sound very mean, but he's definitely amused a mocking a little.

"And, tho. She created thith planet ? For you ?"

ad1ostoreador:

Tavros blinks at him, mock-innocently. "Maybe, I don't like to make, uhh, firm statements, about what reasons for doing something another person may have had, unless they have personally explained them? But... she made this place, and... I like to think it's for everyone who never got a chance, to be free from all of that time-loop stuff."

blurry-end-evil:

A grin. "You mean, every thtray troll you can manage to thave and bring here ?" This time it's a tease.

ad1ostoreador:

He huffs, quietly. "...I wasn't going to just sit around while an imperial ship caught up."

blurry-end-evil:

"Oooh, thir Nitram thank you for thaving my poor thcrawny athth~" Then he snickers. "Good thing you did, though. For me, at leatht. For you, I'm not thure, cause now you have to deal with me." He's grinning, highly amused.

ad1ostoreador:

"You're not, uh, nearly as bad as you think you are," Tavros points out, amused. "...Scrawny, yeah, but..."

blurry-end-evil:

He tries to take an offended face, but he can't fully erase his grin. "Excuse me ? I'm tho bad. A true movie villain. Awfulnethth in perthon. The evil thtraw, it'th me."

ad1ostoreador:

He rolls his eyes, then shoves his shoulder a little, but gently. "Okay, we've both met Vriska, I don't think anyone else is really going to, uhh... manage 'movie villain' levels of awful, compared to that." Being able to crack a joke about it is at least an improvement.

blurry-end-evil:

As a legitimate scrawny gremlin, he nearly stumble to the side at the shove. Is he exaggerating for dramatic effect ? No one will know. "Shit, you're right. I'll be thith annoying thecond role that always annoy everyone then. I let you the 'naive but big hearted' hero role. I know you want it."

ad1ostoreador:

"Okay, if that's what you, uh, insist..." He huffs, lightly, then just sighs, wings dragging faintly over each other again.

blurry-end-evil:

"What. You thee me as the hero of anything, really ?" He mocks, though he's probably rather mocking himself. Then, just because he can, Loxi use his psionics to start building a very small sand castle on Tavros's knee. Or shoulder, if the knee is obstrued.

ad1ostoreador:

"Strictly, uh, the sidekick. That's the, um, secondary role, right?" A little smirk. He doesn't move to dislodge the sand being piled up on his knee, though.

blurry-end-evil:

He huff, displeasure visible. "The thidekick is often jutht thtupid and clumthy to make the hero lookth better." He's making a neat little sandcastle. Tryings to get whatever not-sand he find to land in Tavros's hair. Enjoy cleaning that, Gamzee.

"I could be the one with brain thells and computer who's thaving the night by actually thinking and making plans tho the hero don't die, though."

ad1ostoreador:

"If you are watching movies where the, uhh, sidekick is stupid and clumsy, then probably I don't know what kind of movies you're watching, but you should maybe find better movies, that don't suck?" He snorts, then gives his head a shake to shake out debris all over Loxi, too.

blurry-end-evil:

Except avoiding getting them in his eyes, he doesn't bother avoiding or removing the debris. The sandcastle is not so miraculously still there, thanks to psionics. "I had only alternian movies. Where the thidekick is always a thtupid and clumthy lowblood, you know. And now I altho watched Moana, where her thidekick are a terribly thtupid featherbeatht and a thupposedly cute oinkbeatht. "

ad1ostoreador:

"We need to, uh, show you a bunch more human movies. They're really alien, in how they look at things, sometimes, but... some of them are actually pretty good." He brushes at his hair then, with one hand, still not minding the sand on his knee. "Anyway, I don't think that I have ever thought of you as, uhh, terribly stupid, or a featherbeast?"

blurry-end-evil:

"Thank you. " He says, wry and amused. "I know I'm rather a thmartathth, in every way. But thavynethth can't always thave you, or your friends."

Loxi shrugs, looking not bothered. Only looking, though. "I prefer to be thome shitty thidekick not allowed to pilot the ship in fear they'd make it crash, than to be the motor of thaid ship." It's said with a snicker.

ad1ostoreador:

Tavros laughs a little, shaking his head. "Well... being a, uh, power source isn't something which you will need to worry about, here, ever..." His smile fades, then. "...Sometimes, nothing can save anybody. But... sometimes we can."

blurry-end-evil:

He stares at Tavros, then turn towards the sea. Without his focus on, the sandcastle crumble on the troll's knee. "...Maybe thome can thave people, and others jutht attract death."

As if nothing happened, Loxi turn to grin mischieviously at the bronze. "You know, like thome kind of... unlucky charm. Garanted to not bring you luck."

ad1ostoreador:

His expression turns more serious, then. Severe, even. "...I don't believe that luck is, uhh... really a thing."

blurry-end-evil:

He lean back on one hand, tilting his head as he smile more than grin, for once. "Each one their beliefs, hm ?"

ad1ostoreador:

"Yeah, except when you're, uhh, just really wrong." A little bit of a shoulder-bump, fleeting contact. "Also, you're here now, so..." He dusts crumbled sand off his knee.

blurry-end-evil:

He's a little more ready this time, and just chuckle under his breath at the bump. Loxi is not... Really used to contact. Even before the helsman thing. "Jutht watch me, I'm gonna attract thome disathter on your pretty planet by the only forthe of exithting and being here."

He's... Only half serious.

ad1ostoreador:

Yeah, that makes two of them, between distance and social isolation. Even after a sweep or so with Gamzee, and time on the meteor before that, Tavros is... extremely skittish and careful about touching literally anyone else. "Or, you will be fine, and so will the rest of us, and also the planet..."

blurry-end-evil:

"I am very grateful for you to thay that." His face is serious, until it split in a grin. "Because either it'th true and then good, or you're wrong and the night it'll all go to shit I'll be able to thay 'I told you. I was right.'. A win-win."

ad1ostoreador:

"In that case, maybe I should point out that I'm right, in the meantime, every night." He sticks his tongue out a little.

blurry-end-evil:

Shit. He pouts, having not thought of that option. "Make it a thweep, and I'd call it fair."

ad1ostoreador:

"If we get to one whole sweep, and there, uh, hasn't been a disaster here, just because of you being here, specifically, then you have to publicly admit that you were wrong."

blurry-end-evil:

He winces, and actually weighs it... The tip of his tongue poking out as he calculate the odds. "...Okay. Deal. I guethth I don't need to find a forfeit for you, you'll have enough at handling the disathter and my gloating."

ad1ostoreador:

"Also, your computer having some kind of, uh, error, does not count as a disaster." Snort. "And you dropping a bowl of food on the floor, also, does not count as a disaster. And neither do things which have nothing to do with you, and that you could not possibly have caused."

blurry-end-evil:

He glares, but quick smile again... And lift a finger. "Firtht, my computer don't have error. Thecond -" And here lift the second finger. "Of courthe, we talk about real disathter here, not KK'th tantrum level.

ad1ostoreador:

"Just, uhh, preemptively ruling out some things, so you don't try to get away with claiming something silly as a 'disaster', to avoid admitting I was right..."

blurry-end-evil:

"You're thuggethting I'm a cheater ? I'm not. At leatht, not when I play againtht thomeone."

ad1ostoreador:

"That is, um, good, because I wouldn't want to play games with someone who cheats... but I am looking forward to winning, pretty thoroughly." He flashes a grin at him, almost cockily.

blurry-end-evil:

He can't help but grin back, excited at the prospect of challenge and safe competition. "You wish. I'll beat you at any game, TV." Maybe not, but Loxi believe it.

ad1ostoreador:

"It's going to be funny to, uh, watch you try, anyway," he retorts. It's definitely a safer way to compete. There's nothing enticing about real harm as physical stakes, to him. Not anymore, if there ever was.

blurry-end-evil:

They're two, then. As much as he likes competition, Loxi would probably panic at anything turning into a fight, or close to. Some child-like fight would be okay, but anythign more... Would not. "You dream as big as your horns, but I wouldn't bet a coin on your thkills."

ad1ostoreador:

"If you keep, uhh, pointing out my horns, I'm going to think you have a complex..." Tavros grins, teasing. "And also, out of the two of us, who on this beach right now, has been a ranking regional champion, at a game? Because I am pretty sure it's not you..."

blurry-end-evil:

A snort-huff. "You're kidding me ? You're the one talking about them as if you perthonnaly built them." He blinks at the next information. "If you're bragging about the fact you're a regional champion of thith planet, I wish to point out there's lethth than ten people living here..."

Loxi shrugs. "I've had my thuccethth on Alternia though. Got a pretty dethent claththment." He had the bad habit to quickly look at a game's code though, and it caused a bunch of ban. That and he liked to bother people even more than wining.

ad1ostoreador:

"Grew them myself," he adds, and waggles his brows a little.

"I'm not talking about this, uh, planet... I mean back on Alternia." His grin turns a little softer. A little sad. "With Aradia... we were pretty good players. Before, um... everything happened."

blurry-end-evil:

"Well, thame for my bulges and you don't hear me talk about them all the time." He mocks a bit, but his grin drops at the mention of Aradia.

"Oh, that. Yeah. She talked about it a lot, but I didn't know it was ranked." His face is neutral, which is his form of 'depressed', probably. Loxi likes to believe it's behind him. To pretend it's not keeping him up at noon. "Not the same as a video game, though." He tries to get the conversation on a less mourning topic, maybe.

ad1ostoreador:

Aradia's always been a... sensitive topic, for Tavros. Especially where any version of Sollux is involved. Some nights, he wants to just remember her, but blame is a complicated thing for them both. He lets the topic drop, aware that now probably isn't the best time, and settles for flicking a bit of sand at Loxi.

"Yeah, well, some of us aren't, uhh, allergic to going outside..."

blurry-end-evil:

"Computers are better inthide, and Alternia's outthide wasn't exactly a nithe walk in... WHatever is peaceful and thafe." He gesture vaguely to illustrate his thought.

ad1ostoreador:

"You also lived in a hivecluster." He shudders a little, exaggerated. "Too many people, all crowded together..."

blurry-end-evil:

"I didn't thee them much. And what can I thay. Inthide is just my natural habitat." He has... A ton of reason, for that. But none that he's willing to talk about. "My neighbourth had the good tathte to ignore me, and I did the thame. It was great. I didn't have to thit on the thand, getting thome probably everywhere up to my nook, to lithten thome rude troll inthult my thkillth at video gameth."

It was hard to miss the way Loxi was grinning at him though, Loxi making it obvious he was just teasing, and not truly minded. He would have left, if he did.

ad1ostoreador:

Tavros raises a brow, glancing down, then back up again, but says nothing further on the topic of Loxi's anatomy with regards to sand. "So, you're just doing all that, for the pleasure of my, um, company?" Smirk.

blurry-end-evil:

"Who knowth. I've always known to have shitty tathteth, after all." He smirks right back, raising an eyebrow.

#blurry end evil #narration mode #//cw: abuse mention

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sometipsygnostalgic · 6 years ago

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I’m reading some excerpts from Hussie’s Act 5 commentary

First of all, please read this image below

Tl;dr, homestuck’s not about the endgame battles. The endgame battle we saw the end of the comic was not really what Homestuck’s about. This much we could already tell. This is why Collide was such dogshit.

So, if Collide wasn’t the true theme of homestuck, why did it encapsulate the entire end? If Homestuck’s about the characters, why did Collide and Act 7 and everything after the omegapause have little or nothing to do with character building? These kids growing up?

Now, please see the below comments about Vriska and Terezi,

[Vriska and Terezi] is the most important character relationship resulting from all the sound and fury of Hivebent’s chaotic dispensation. Forget all the other scrubs and their melodrama. Just put them in the trash, and focus on this. It’s the arguable axis around which the whole epic revolves, when you really study all the ramifications from the fallout resulting from their rivalry, ensuing revenge cycle, and mutually floundering struggle for redemption, in the warped way each of them defines that idea.

The ‘truce’ they refer to here roughly covers the conditions surrounding their entire tandem arc. An uneasy agreement to set aside their vicious, competitive tendencies to allow for a stable friendship, even though the friendship seems entirely based on their deep need for these competitive behavior patterns to play themselves out.

The truce in a sense is an acknowledgement of an unhealthy codependency, an addiction to the negative qualities and drama they bring out in each other and in everyone around them who gets pulled into it. And as we know from two blue blood intros already, addiction is a powerful thing.”

“Terezi’s attitude [conveys] a sense of ‘responsibility’ toward handling Vriska, partly due to their darkly codependent relationship, but also due to Terezi’s attitude toward justice. Terezi views herself, almost exclusively, as a dispenser of justice. Exclusively, because she’s the only one she knows who cares about justice, and considers morality in those terms.

Therefore, if anyone else punishes Vriska, it’s merely revenge. Whereas if she does it, it’s delivering justice, and hence throughout their mutual arc, Terezi continues to see Vriska as her ‘responsibility’ and views herself as the only one who can cause Vriska to face justice for her misdeeds.

Vriska, however, does not see things in terms of justice but rather in terms of a fungible, ever-rationalizable personal morality, making her a strong foil for Terezi’s desire to pursue justice.

Put more simply, Terezi’s ethos concerns bringing justice to those who have wronged others, while Vriska’s concerns exacting revenge upon those who have wronged her.”

“Another snapshot of the tortured Scourge Sisters dynamic, in a long tale of angst and ambivalence concerning justice and morality. Terezi wrestles with this eternally. She wants to bring Vriska to justice. But she doesn’t. She does, doesn’t, does, doesn’t.

Vriska thrashes back and forth in a different way. I’m sorry, not sorry, sorry, not sorry. And being not sorry takes the form of lashing out, incrimination, daring Terezi into action, calling her bluff, etc. So her vascillation is more like, I’m sorry, fuck you, I’m sorry, you don’t have the guts, I’m sorry, just kill me already! The dangerous dance goes on and on.”

Anyway this gives credence to 3 of my theories:

1. Terezi: Remem8er is, most likely by accident, the true final climax of Homestuck. Everything that follows up is the denoument. However, Terezi and Vriska are both absent the denoument. They take no part in the cooldown in Collide and Act 7, there is no followup to Remem8er. Hussie accidentally built Vrisrezi as the only consistent arc in homestuck, had it as the final climax, and then didn’t give it an ending.

2. Vriska and Terezi have a dangerous codependent relationship, which anyone could see if they had their eyes open. Interesting to see Hussie talk about this however, and how their desire for stable friendship and truce stemmed from exactly the qualities that prevented these from being possible at the time.

3. All the other kids don’t really care about dispensing justice, something else I found obvious. They just care about getting on with their lives. They’re not stressed about which of their peers is a psycho murderer or anything. Terezi’s obsession with morality and justice end up crashing down on her and she’s the only one who ever goes through a true moral crisis, besides Dirk arguably, but Dirk’s is more about how he impacts people emotionally, not whether he’s a danger to them. Aradia’s participation in the revenge cycle reflected a brief moment of righteousness but since then she’s been a Neutral Party.

Anyway, really glad to see this poster putting the vrisrezi comments at the top for me to read instantly. Really appreciate it

Looking out for more comments. There’s this comment about Karezi too, another sore topic in this fandom for many people:

I wanna read the comment he said before this. I did find it strange how Karezi was entirely erased from the post retcon as if it had never existed in the first place. He kind of says maybe if it hadnt been erased they’d have been fine together, but whatever, the flow of time ended in Davekat. Which is fine! Though this ignores the motive behind Hussie himself.

#homestuck

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b1uecandlehomestuck · 6 years ago

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Ultimate Thoughts on the Epilogue

For the sake of simplicity, I’ll list what I liked first.

I liked Dirk in Meat, for the most part. It’s basically the only time I’ve ever payed any attention to Dirk in the entire series; it feels like he was the only one whose full potential was reached, everyone else either had very limited shown potential or went in a completely wrong direction nobody wanted. It kinda goes to show that you don’t have to make a character’s ultimate goal a positive thing for me to like it; unlike Jane, Dirk actually had a history of being controlling and doing bad things because he believed he knew what was best for everyone. I wish his actual goals were given some explanation though, and he certainly got fucking obnoxious with the entire page talking about how he’s so great and we’re just the reader. Like, we get it, you’re a smug God, you don’t need an entire page to get that point across.

I liked new-Vriska. I wish we got more new-trolls. I wish we got more trolls in general. Once again, trolls take their eternal back-seat to the far-less-interesting humans, but at least we got new-Vriska, I guess. She deserved more too, though.

I sort of like how Aradia was handled. By the Epilogue’s standards, it’s a miracle something absolutely fucking ungodly didn’t happen to her. It felt a little bland, Aradia continuing to be a wallflower as she has been since coming back to life, but not out of character for her.

And that concludes the things I liked. To save us all time, I’ll only list the things I disliked the most about the epilogue, and I’ll avoid things that go without saying like “out of character writing” and “too negative”.

I don’t like how much political shit was in it. On one hand, I appreciate the attempt to show us more information about Earth C. On the other hand, none of it is particularly interesting, or even that in-depth, despite the amount of time spent on it. We mostly just hear about things through the lens of outsiders, Dave and Karkat. If you’re gonna spend so fucking long on information about Earth C, you might as well tell us some stuff that’d be interesting, like showing the perspective of a regular person on Earth C, what the humans are like at all, actual interspecies relationships and not the relationships of poorly-characterized representatives of each race.

It felt like nobody really tried to shake some sense into Jane. Sure, they talked to her EVENTUALLY, but it felt like they kept pushing it off, as if they were scared of her because of her money, as if they’re not all Gods and they couldn’t all become just as rich simply by flexing their Godly powers some. Or, you know, Dave taking out Jane with time powers. It’s absurd to the point of insanity that Jane, a God, would start a war with an alien race and none of her friends feel it would be a good idea to stop her; if they had some sort of issue with intersecting with the lives of the mortals on their planet, that shouldn’t even matter because Jane’s a God and expecting mortals to take down a God when there are Gods fighting on their side, including a God with the power to move through time, is asinine.

And Jane. Why? I feel so sorry for people who cared deeply about Jane. In the main story, she already gets fucked over by getting the mind control tiara slapped onto her for a majority of the story, but she finally gets to the ending, she has an interest in business, but WE GOTTA MAKE CAPITALISM THE BAD GUY SO NOW JANE IS EVIL!1!

Wasn’t Jane’s biggest interest old-fashioned detectives? Solving mysteries? Justice? Sure, some seeds of distrust for trolls were planted, but, akin to none of John’s friends seeming to have any interest in visiting him, none of Jane’s friends (besides Dirk) seem to have any interest in visiting her. In general, it feels like everyone is afraid to step out of their predisposed friend groups, which are cut down to “John-Terezi, Dave-Karkat-Jade, Roxy-Calliope, Jane-Jake-Dirk, Rose-Kanaya”. Nobody ever talks outside of those groups unless they REALLY have to, as if their infinite time on Earth C is limited and they don’t have the time to check in on friends who are expressing concerning habits. Roxy seems totally down to throw out Earth cultural things like gender, but when it comes to telling her friend to not become the president of the planet for the best interest of literally everyone, she finds it too difficult.

The final battle was anti-climactic. Rose and Jane die instantly because their combat is too complicated to write; Dave and John have simple weaponry to just point at LE and use. LE bites his magic Kill John Tooth into John and John dies!!! woah!!! I totally didn’t see that coming 500 million miles away!!!

In a series laden with shocking, sudden deaths, the main character’s death is the single most obvious one. Even the deaths of the Game Over beta kids were a little bit more surprising; with John, you knew he was going to die going into Meat. Rose might as well have turned to the camera and said “I’m sending John on a suicide mission". I mean, I can barely feel sad about it. It just feels tediously obligatory at this point. It’s sad for Terezi, but honestly, if not for Terezi, there wouldn’t be a single particularly notable thing about John’s death.

Also, we STILL don’t see LE die. Which was sort of one of the biggest calls for an epilogue in the first place. He just gets pushed off again and we’re told he’ll get defeated later.

And pretty much all of the uncomfortable, horrible things Gamzee did were completely pointless shock value shit. Child abuse and child molestation thrown into the mix literally just for fun. The absolute betrayal of Feferi as a character, thrown in just to insult the long-suffering fans of the most ignored character in the comic.

As a whole, it just feels like an insult to everyone reading it. Literally everyone I see defending the epilogue has to preface it with “it’s not actually about the story or the characters, it’s a symbolic representation of (blank)” or “If you ignore the horrible things that happen and huge parts of the story, it’s actually really good”. It feels like it’s either people being pretentious and trying to look smart by liking something that was made to be disliked, or people who are in denial of how bad it actually was.

Ultimately, the Epilogue is a failure. People try to say that “it was supposed to be poorly written and uncomfortable”, but that doesn’t make it good. If you set out your goal to be failure, achieving that goal does not mean you didn’t fail.

#homestuck #homestuck epilogue #homestuck epilogues

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bloodyknuckles · 6 years ago

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the alcohol will not suppress the fear of death and loneliness

hey yall!

here’s a new vrisrezi fic that i hope you enjoy! the title is from aawake at night by half alive

you can read on ao3 here

[read fic under the cut]

The city of Prospit stretches for miles, as most cities do. The gold sunlight it’s washed in during the dawn hours is flushed out by the purples of the night sky, making the luminous shadows of the buildings seem even more terrifying. It’s an easy cover for you tonight, the short job of robbing the small jewelry store on forty-third avenue. Not only will you be taking the topaz ring you’ve been eyeing for nearly a month, but you will also be taking a largely wanted diamond necklace for a client. A client who will not be disclosed, but decided it would be better to hire someone to do their dirty work for them. A wise decision for a largely wanted criminal. You, Vriska Serket, were just the lucky pawn who got chosen for the job. Silently, you make your way across the street and towards the jewelry store. If there were people on the streets who cared enough to see a young girl moving like a shadow towards a closed jewelry store, the cops, or even the local superhero, might be called. But the only people on the streets of forty-third avenue are drunks, junkies, and tourists who wandered into the wrong part of town or came searching for good liquor and cheap prices. Your advisor comes in over your comm, scaring you half-to-death.

“Hurry up and get in the store, we can’t cover for you the entire night,” Karkat says, more demanding than anything else. You huff out a sigh and press a finger to your ear.

“I’m going as fast as I can without looking suspicious, asshole,” you say. If you were in the same room as Karkat, you would see him roll his eyes, but all you do is hear him growl angrily and type something into the computer he’s working from. He’s shitty with computers, no matter how much he wants to tell himself he’s good. You’ve seen better from other underground hackers, specifically Gold Bloom, and despite the fact that Karkat works in the underground, he seems pretty new to the scene. Young, like you, but not nearly as experienced. Your mother had begun teaching you the life of crime when you were young, which had been expected from a woman who was as wanted as she. It’s only been ideal for you to become a criminal, no matter your age. Your sister, Aranea, had started her life of crime at age fourteen. She was nowhere near the list of crimes your mother had racked up, not even as close as you, and you think that’s because she’s too wrapped up in what people think of her to care about her criminal reputation. Although Aranea’s name was known, it wasn’t a name that made fear slither down the spines of some of the underground criminals.

There was one thing that shot fear down the spines of criminals more than your own last names. Neophyte Redglare was the only name that could shoot hot white panic into the spines of criminal. No lawyer or judge scared the undergrounds more than Neophyte Redglare, or the rest of her family for that matter. No one but close friends knew the real names of Redglare and her two supposed daughters, and even the undergrounds couldn’t find that information out. There were only two tokens of the Redglare’s: their teal and bright red outfits, and their love for sunglasses. Bright red sunglasses, at that. Go big or go home, huh?

“Is the area clear?” Karkat asks through the comm. You give an aggravated sigh before turning your comm back on to reply.

“Yeah, all clear,” you say, beginning to find your way around the store and to the roof. As you said, the jewelry store of forty-third avenue is small. So small, in fact, that it would, of course, be the one to harbor a precious jewel that would seem inconspicuous, unless you had people on the inside. Lovely that most of the people who work at Lowmad’s Jewelers also work for the underground. Well, most of them that you know, at least. The intel your boss had gotten from someone they hadn’t named had been enough to send numbers flying, and high numbers at that. There was no way you were going to turn this job down, and they’d have to rip it from your hands if you didn’t get it. If you hadn’t gotten the job, you think you would have built your own small team to help you steal that diamond. Even if your name had a reputation, you still lived in your mother and sister’s shadows. It was driving you in-fucking-sane. You think your reputation is the only thing that got you this job in the first place, though. That angered you slightly, but you went on with it. Even if they didn’t care about the skill you held, you would get this diamond, and that ring if you were lucky enough, and abscond the fuck out of there before they ever noticed that the precious jewel was missing.

There’s a small chink in your plan, and you notice only once you’ve stepped into Lowmad’s store. The lilac colored walls do not hide the bright teal and red of a Redglare suit. A cane shines, white and very bright against the moonlight, and whichever Redglare is amongst the watch is strewn very casually across the floor. The ugly carpet, someone needs to give Lowmad a lesson on colors, the deep green does not go with the lilac, hides your footsteps thankfully, and you are extremely happy that there is no wood anywhere in this building. The goal is to get past that Redglare, and you don’t know if you can do that.

Redglare taps her fingers on her cane as you creep your way through the building. You’re approaching her when there’s a bright red handled knife with a teal blade shoved into your thigh. You suppress the urge to let out a wail. You think the knife is coated in some type of poison or maybe even some type of sedative, but whatever it is, it hurts like a bitch.

“You smell awful. Nice try on the sneak past, though! I assume you’re here for the diamond?” the Redglare says rather cheerily. You look at her bewildered, ignoring the fact that your blood is now beginning to seep into the carpet. “Well, if you are here for the diamond, Miss Serket, I am deathly afraid you will not be able to get it.”

“How do you know my name?” you growl. Screw the diamond, you need to get the fuck out of here. Asking how she knows you is just stalling for time, you know how everyone knows you, you aren’t one to exactly hide your identity. Face, maybe. Last name? Name. You never say your first name, that would doom you in the real world especially.

“How do you not expect me to know it, dear? You’re wanted quite literally everywhere!” the Redglare says again. You huff out a sigh and pull the knife out of your thigh. Redglare's nose scrunches up.

"Well, if you'll let me pass, I have a diamond necklace steal, and money to be made," you say, making your way around her. She makes a quick move, grabbing your arm and wrenching it behind your back. You howl in pain, and small tears begin to prick into the corner of your eyes. Redglare pops her head over your shoulder and gives a sweet smile.

"I don't think so sweetheart," she says sweetly. "Call me Red, I'm gonna make my name known."

After that, she shoves you out the front door of the jewelry store, still bleeding and in pain.

"So, what you're trying to tell me is that you didn't get diamond, and you got caught by a Redglare? God, it's like you were asking for a death sentence, Serket!" Karkat all but shouts at you. You heave out a sigh and pull your hair.

"I don't know, okay? You said the area was clear! This is on you, Karkat. You are the one who told me we were clear," you growl. Karkat balls his hands into fists, clearly upset.

"Maybe if you had bothered to check the perimeter before you said we were 'all clear' you would've known there was a Redglare there," Karkat says, pointing a finger at your chest.

"You're just bitter you aren't getting your pay," you spit.

"No, I'm not bitter. I'm upset I have to work with you again until we get this diamond," Karkat says.

"Well, Dualscar better hire another hacker, because you aren't good enough," you growl. Karkat looks downright hurt, and he slaps you.

You’re taken off the mission, much to your dismay. You’d fought tooth and nail to keep the job, but clearly, it wasn’t enough. When you’d made your way home, an awful Sunday working at the gas station by Prospit High School, you’d been pissed beyond belief. You still are pissed, for that matter. You slam the door shut once you get home, clearly startling Aranea out of the half-asleep daze she was in on the couch. She peers over the couch, looking at you curiously.

“What happened?” she asks.

“I need a reason to slam the door shut?” you ask, throwing your backpack down and beginning to rummage through the fridge.

“Usually, no. This one felt angrier,” she says. Aranea pops herself off the couch once you bring out the bottle of vodka she keeps at the back of the fridge.

“Oh, the alcohol? Damn, Vris, what the hell happened to you?” she asks as you pour you and her a glass.

“Got cut from a fucking job,” you say, bitterness lacing your voice. Aranea takes a sip from her drink, looking at you over the rim. She collapses into a chair and so do you.

“The job? Like the one with the diamond?” she asks. You nod, taking a large swig from your drink. Aranea scrunches her nose up, confused.

“How?” she asks.

“Got caught by a Redglare. She called herself Red? Said she was gonna make her name known or some shit,” you say, waving a hand. Aranea raises an eyebrow.

“You sure it was a Redglare then? You know there’re copycats,” she suggests. You nod.

“Pretty sure. I don’t think anyone else dares wear that ugly mix of red and teal, even the copycats,” you say.

“That’s valid,” Aranea says.

“I’ve got an idea, though,” you say, tapping your head.

“If you say something stupid, I’m going to beat your ass myself,” she says. You snort and take another drink.

“Well, get your fists ready. I’m gonna steal that damn diamond myself,” you say, your grin broad. Aranea closes her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose, taking a long sip of her drink.

“Vriska, do you know how dangerous that is?” Aranea asks you. You throw your hands up, leaning back in your chair.

“Well, duh! But I know the layout of the jewelry store, and it’s small. Forty-third avenue isn’t even that populated at night, Aranea. I’ll be fine,” you say.

“Yes, but you also fucking know that Redglare’s are positioned there. Vriska, you’ll get arrested, they’ll know who you are. You have a list of crimes almost as long as Mom, you can’t just do something like this, you dumbass,” Aranea says. You shrug, downing the rest of the contents in your cup.

“That is a risk I’m willing to take.”

“You’re impossible. Literally impossible.”

“It’s a skill, dear.”

On Friday, you are filled with jittery nerves and excitement.

Aranea had tried to talk you down for two days until she had given up and begun helping you on your plans. You, of course, would do this alone. No one to supervise you. Just you, your fists and knives this time, and your knowledge of the building. You had told Aranea not to follow you here, but there is no doubt in your mind that she did follow you just to shadow you. You’d done that with your mother countless times, and she’d caught you every time. Your mother had been good at detecting people and bad situations, she hadn’t been that good at protecting herself from them. You like to think you miss your mother sometimes, but in reality, you really don’t. It’s quieter around the house, much less arguing and yelling. Despite the fact you and your sister got along pretty well, you and her had never seen eye to eye with your mother. But it’s not time to ponder back on your memories with her, you have a job to complete.

Now, you don’t doubt the fact that Dualscar had hired someone else for the job. There was probably an entire list of names he had waiting for him if you’d failed your job. You don’t know if he’s sent them out today, or if he’ll send them out tomorrow, you just know that you have to get that diamond before he does. You pick the lock of the jewelry store and slip inside. You let the door shut silently, and find your way to the back of the store as fast as possible. What you don’t expect is to be yanked back by your shirt, an arm over your throat, and pushed into someone’s chest. The person isn’t putting enough pressure on your throat to choke you out completely, but they are making it a little hard to breathe. You claw at their arm, upset.

“Ta-ta, Serket! Didn’t think I would catch you again! Thought you learned from the first time!” a familiar voice says. It’s that girl, Red. Her voice is low and scratchy in your ear, and you want to get it out of your head. The way you claw at her arms just makes your nails slide against the sleek fabric of her suit. You start to beat against her arm, which only applies more pressure to your throat making you choke.

“Might as well quit, I’m not going to let go until backup shows up,” Red grins, her sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight. You gasp in a breath, continuing to tear at her arm. There’s crash from another part of the store. Red’s grip on you loosens, and you take your chance to kick her off of you and breathe in before making a mad dash to the back of the room. When you get there, Red is right behind you and there’s another girl holding the diamond. She has a sly smile dressed on her face, and her tattered clothes make her look more like a criminal than your own do.

“So you’re the infamous Vriska Serket, huh?” she asks. You wheeze out a breath and gulp, pointing at the diamond in her hands.

“I came for that,” you growl. All she does is smirk and flip her hair off her shoulder.

“Catch me if you can, babe,” she says, breaking into a run for the door behind you. You thought she might be a little smarter than that, but she runs directly into Red. You heave a sigh of relief as the diamond skitters out of her hand. You bounce over to where the diamond is, snatching it up and making a leave for the door. You hear Red unsheath a knife and throw it. The teal bladed knife knicks your ear, but that’s not anything you can worry about right now. You stumble along the carpet of the jewelry store, catching yourself on the wall, but never slowing down. When you get out the door, you sprint down the sidewalk. You hear the tell-tale sign of clacking, somewhat like heels, behind you. You veer into an alleyway, diving into a trash can and covering yourself before Red, whom you can assume is following you, finds you. You hear Red crash into the alleyway you’re hidden in and you wait silently, fear swallowing you. Something hits the wall beside you and there’s a frustrated growl from somewhere around you.

“You win this time, Serket.”

When you get home, you proudly show off the diamond you achieved. Aranea gapes, surprised.

"You really got it?" she says, excitement evident in her voice.

"You bet," you say, smirking. Aranea immediately opens the fridge, reaching for the vodka you had just drunk a few days ago. This time it's for a celebratory reason and not an angry reason, and you are absolutely ecstatic.

"To be quite honest, I really thought you were going to get arrested or die tonight," Aranea says, pouring herself a glass of vodka. You snatch the bottle from her, taking a swig straight from it.

"Oh, this is straight from the bottle kind of celebration?" Aranea asks, grinning and taking a sip from her cup. You slam the bottle down, a large grin stretching across your face.

"We, well I, snatched this diamond right from this other criminal's hands," you grin. Aranea picks the diamond up from the table and twirls it in her fingers.

"How much do you think we could pawn this for?" she asks. You shrug, looking at it in her fingers.

"Probably a lot. I could bring it to Dualscar, but you know, he kicked me off the job, so it's not really his anymore," you say. Aranea hums.

"We could use the money. I think I'm gonna get laid off soon," Aranea says. You quirk an eyebrow up, taking another drink from the bottle.

"How so?" you say. You push your glasses up and begin to tie your hair into a bun.

"Been screwin' around, not doing what I'm supposed to," she shrugs. You nod.

"Well, if we need to pawn it off, we can. We really do need the money though," you say.

"Let's pawn this baby!"

You will never admit that you live in the worse part of the neighborhood. This was your mother’s fault. She said that living in the rougher part of the streets would make you look less suspicious, clearly because you already looked the part. Those were your mother’s words. That you’d already looked the part. She’d said it specifically to you because you didn’t care about your appearance, while Aranea did everything to look her best. Your mother had always tried to dress you up, no matter how upset you got every time she tried to do it, while Aranea just let you be.

The inside of your house looked nice, though. The living room walls are a deep blue and your floors are a chestnut colored wood. There’s a small TV sitting on a table that holds a few books and quite a few succulents. Aranea has been thinking of getting a few potted flowers or other plants to decorate the house, but you two haven’t settled on if you should or not. The couches are a light grey, and your tables are a sleek dark brown. There are a few family pictures lining the walls, including yours and Aranea’s school pictures you two haven’t got around to taking down yet, and paintings you’d gotten as a gift from someone. You’re sure the boy who gave them to you didn’t paint them himself, but you’d never pointed that out to him. All you did was begrudgingly accept them with a tight-lipped smile.

Your kitchen is also a deep blue, and the counters are a fake granite you’d had done years before you were born. Your cabinets were also a deep brown while your fridge was a lighter grey, along with your stove. There’re almost no plants in here, but there is one aloe plant in the middle of the counter.

Both your and Aranea’s rooms are fucking disasters, while your mom’s was sparkling clean. It still is, considering you and Aranea haven’t been in there since she died. There had never really been a reason too, so you just… never did. You thought about clearing out her room and having a fucking bonfire with her shit, break out some fucking alcohol and just party. For some reason, neither of you could bring yourself to do that. You couldn’t even bring yourself to bring her shit to the local Goodwill. Maybe it was because it held sentimental value, but you highly doubt that’s why you kept it. You had worse memories with all her stuff than Aranea did. There was just something that held you back from selling or burning it.

But that’s beside the point. You’ve had a considerably long day, and it only seems to be getting longer. Currently, there’s a distressed girl in the parking lot, probably around your age, fussing with her car. She has a cane leaning against her car that she picks up after she slams the hood shut and begins walking towards the door. When she manages to make it inside, she makes her entrance known by being obnoxiously loud.

“Can anyone help me with my fucking car?” the girl all but shouts. She has dark hair that’s in an unruly tangle of a bun, and dark skin. She’s also wearing appallingly bright clothes and the whole outfit clashes. She looks happy, nonetheless. Easily, she glides her way to the counter, and slams her cane on top of it, scaring the absolute shit out of you. “Do you, ma’am, think you can help me with my car?” she asks cheerfully. The voice sounds oddly familiar, but you can’t quite place your finger on where you’ve heard it before. You don’t worry about it, she’s asking you to help her car. You’ve worked on a few cars before, specifically Aranea’s and her girlfriend’s at times, so you don’t think this will be that big of a deal. Aranea’s girlfriend, Meenah’s, car was a newer model so that was a bitch to learn about since Aranea had a nineties model of some car she’d found at some junk shop for cheap and bought it because you both needed a mode of transportation. Meenah could have easily bought both of you a car, but Aranea was stubborn and refused to let her buy you one.

From inside the store, the car this girl has looks like an early 2000’s model. You can work with that, you can definitely work with that. You might make her pay for your work, you don’t need the money currently, but it would be nice to have.

“I’ll see what I can do,” you say, slipping out from behind the counter. She follows you, walking quickly behind you. That sets off a sense of unease from somewhere inside you, but you brush it off. She’s just a regular customer, she just needs her car fixed this time. Right before you can open the hood of the car, your head is smashed into it. You think you’ve busted your head open, and you are definitely feeling a little woozy now. Easily, the girl jerks you up and shoves you into the back of her car before getting in the driver’s seat. You’re too dizzy to fight back, and just close your eyes and grimace in pain.

“Don’t bleed too much on the seats, alright, Serket?” the girls at the front seat says. That’s when it finally clicks on who the fuck this is.

It’s Red.

“This would not be a routine stop, but I kind of busted your head open, sorry about that,” Red says, a sheepish smile on her face as she pulls into the parking lot of the ER. “Yeah, really, thanks a lot for this, bitchin’ new scar,” you shrug nonchalantly. Both of you get out of the car, and you two walk into the ER. While you sign yourself in, she waits patiently in a chair.

“So, you bashed my head into the hood of a car to arrest me. Where in the world were you going to take me?” you ask, looking over at her while holding your head. Red shrugs. “I don’t really know? I think I had a plan, but the adrenaline of getting you must have really fucked with my head or something,” she says. You nod. “Okay, so I know we aren’t supposed to reveal our true identities to each other, but it kind of sucks just calling you Red in my head. Like, I know you have a name that isn’t Red, and I would like to know it,” you say. It’s more of a word vomit than anything because now that you’re really taking in Red’s features, she’s very pretty. Or maybe that’s just the lack of blood in your head speaking.

“Terezi. Terezi Pyrope,” she says, sticking her hand out.

“Vriska Serket.”

Sometimes, Terezi stops by the gas station. She doesn’t do it very often, but when she does you’re guaranteed a pretty good day at work. She tries to stay until the end of your shift, but she doesn’t usually make it that long. Today happens to be one of the days that she manages to stay for the entirety of your shift Which is from two until seven, closing time. She’s sitting on the counter talking to you when Aranea shoulders her way into the store.

“So, my girlfriend decided it would be a genius idea to steal som-oh, hey, Vriska’s friend!” Aranea’s face turns a bright red, a sense of unease flashing across her face as she looks from you to Terezi. Terezi raises a hand and twiddles her fingers, waving.

“So, your dumb girlfriend Meenah stole something. What’d she steal?” you ask, leaning on your elbows and placing your face in your left palm. Terezi’s interest peaks even more, and she’s looking thoughtfully at Aranea.

“She stole some really expensive wine,” Aranea says. You snort. Terezi rolls her eyes and hops off the counter.

“What a boring thing to steal,” she says, looking at you out of the corner of her eye. “Jewels seem more interesting.”

“Usually they would be, but you have to remember that Lowmad’s just got robbed. Priceless diamond,” Aranea mumbles off nervously. It takes everything in you not to lose it, so you turn away and your shoulders shake with laughter.

“God, Aranea, don’t be so nervous,” you rasp through cackles.

“Well sorry, I want to be careful, unlike you!” Aranea nearly shrieks. You begin to laugh harder, and Aranea only grips the steering wheel harder. You writhe in your seat for a moment before calming down and smiling.

“Really, though, Aranea, you don’t have anything to worry about.”

That was a lie.

On Monday, right after you get home from school, you notice there are cops shoving your sister into a cop car. What the fuck. You bolt right up to the house, your insides in a nervous tangle.

“Officer, why is my sister being arrested?” you ask, the nervousness lacing your voice.

“She’s your sister? She’s under arrest for the robbery of Lowmad’s Jewelers, found with evidence in the home,” he says. You’re shaking, but you don’t care to mention that. There are also tears in your eyes, but you refuse to cry in front of these officers. You haven’t cried in front of anyone in a very long time, and you don’t plan on breaking that streak with a police officer. Aranea looks more of a wreck than you do. You begin to chew your nails.

“We’re taking her down to the station.”

Admittedly, you don’t immediately go to see your sister. You call Terezi and ask where she’s at and ask if it’s alright if you can come over. She says yes, and you rush over to her house immediately once she’s given you the address.

“Hey, what happened?” she asks, concern crossing her face.

“My… Dear god, my sister got arrested. Terezi, I don’t know what to do,” you say, running a hand through your hair. The distressed tone of your voice and your blotchy red face must set off even more alarm bells in her head. She places her hands on your shoulders before wrapping you in a hug.

“God, Vriska, I’m so sorry,” she says into your shoulder. You try to suppress a sob, but it ends up finding its own way out.

“Terezi, I’m so scared. If they… if they find out that I did it, then I’ll be arrested, and I don’t even have enough money to bail Aranea out, I just… I don’t know what to do,” you choke out.

“I’m so sorry,” she says, rubbing your back.

“I just want my sister.”

The week has been rough, to say the least.

You’ve been visiting your sister, and Terezi has been hanging out with you at work more often. Something had seemed… off about Terezi ever since your sister got arrested, though. She’d been quieter than usual, and Terezi never shuts her trap. You didn’t think anything of it. Until Saturday.

“I’m the reason your sister got arrested,” she blurts out, clawing at her palm. Your head snaps up.

“Excuse me, what?” you bark, your eyes closing to little slits. You want her to say she’s joking, but somehow, you know she isn’t.

“I called the cops on your sister. They were actually meant for you, but you weren’t home, so they just assumed it was your sister. I tipped them off,” Terezi says. You let a growl escape your throat along with tightening your grip on the counter.

“I can’t fucking believe you,” you say, spite clear in your words.

“Listen, it just seemed like the right thing to do in the moment!” she says, her distress evident.

“Calling the cops on me? That seemed like a ‘good idea’?” you scoff, a look of disbelief crosses your face. “I suggest you get the fuck out before you have to use your pretty little knives to kill me.”

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living-lucid-dream · 7 years ago

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Happy 4/13!

It’s been a long time since I’ve done anything Homestuck-related. What better day to change that than today? What I’m trying to say is: here, have some random snippets from a maybe-sequel to Straw Soldiers.

> Vriska: Distress call

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AG: Terezi!!!!!!!! AG: Thank fuck you are online 8ecause I am having a serious crisis. AG: I’m talking all hands on deck, all points 8ulletin sort of 8ullshit. AG: Terezi? AG: Come on, will you SAY SOMETHING already? AG: This is an emergency and you are my only chance at keeping everything from going to complete shit. AG: I swear to god I am not exagger8ing when I say that I am fucking dying here!!!!!!!! GC: HUH GC: TH4TS STR4NG3 GC: MY NOS3 DO3S NOT D3T3CT 3V3N TH3 F41NT3ST WH1FF OF D3C4Y1NG FL3SH GC: 1T 1S P1CK1NG UP ON3 H3FTY P1L3 OF M3LODR4M4 THOUGH >:/ AG: OK, OK. So may8e I’m not dying right this second—8ut I will 8e if you don’t do something for me, and I mean pronto. GC: UH-HUH GC: 4ND WH4T 3X4CTLY 1S TH1S 4LL3G3DLY L1F3 S4V1NG M4N3UV3R YOU 3XP3CT M3 TO DO? AG: First, I need you to answer something for me. GC: OK, SHOOT AG: How long have we known each other, exactly? GC: 1 DUNNO GC: F1V3, S1X SW33PS? GC: WHY? AG: Five or six sweeps. Practically our whole lives! AG: I mean, 8y now we’re pretty much o8lig8ed to help each other out in times of dire need and you’ve got to know that I wouldn’t ask for help with anything unless I was really, truly desper8. GC: UGH, TH3 M3LODR4M4 GC: 1T BURNS! AG: Hey, I am 8eing totally serious! AG: Geeeeeeeez, Pyrope. I come here hoping to get a little help from my lifelong 8osom 8uddy and all you can do is give me a 8unch of salty attitude. AG: If that’s the way you’re going to 8e then may8e I won’t 8other to ask you for anything after all. GC: JUST T3LL M3 WH4T YOU W4NT AG: Now that’s the spirit! AG: All right. So the thing I’m going to ask you to do may not sound like much, 8ut 8elieve me it is a very 8ig deal. AG: I need you to talk some sense into Peixes for me. GC: >:? GC: 4BOUT WH4T? AG: Somehow she got it into her pan that it would 8e a good idea to make me go all the fuck 8ack to Alternia and pick up Tav8utt and wonder clown. AG: I’ve tried reasoning with her 8ut she is 8eing a stu88orn 8rat and pulling rank on me. GC: SORRY TO S4Y 1T BUT 1 F41L TO S33 HOW 4NY OF TH4T QU4L1F13S 4S L1F3 4ND D34TH AG: Trust me, it is. GC: HOW SO? AG: 8ecause I will die of 8oredom! AG: Can you even imagine me, stuck on a ship for god knows how long with no8ody 8ut Toreasnore and Gamzee for company? AG: 8oriiiiiiiing! AG: I mean, the two of them don’t have a pair of 8rain cells 8etween them! GC: 1 4M SUR3 YOU W1LL SURV1V3 AG: What? So you’re not going to do anything at all to help me???????? AG: I’ve seen you do some pretty ruthless shit, 8ut releg8ing your good friend to dork squad shuttle service? AG: That’s cold ::::( GC: 1 4M SUR3 1T WONT B3 TH4T B4D GC: B3S1D3S 1 TH1NK 1T W1LL B3 GOOD FOR YOU GC: GR34T FOR BU1LD1NG CH4R4CT3R 4ND 4LL TH4T J4ZZ AG: “8uilding character” my ass. You just want to see me suffer. GC: ME? N3V3R >;] GC: H4V3 4 S4F3 TR1P GC: OH, 4ND DON’T TORM3NT T4VROS TOO MUCH AG: You know I will ::::p

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> Future Vriska: Distress call

arachnidsGrip [AG] opened memo EMERGENCY READ NOW!!!!!!!!

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AG: Come on, you useless 8unch of laya8outs! Get your asses in here! AG: Aaauuuuuuuugh! Where is every8ody???????? AG: Is this not getting through to any of you? AG: Fuck it, I can’t tell so I’m doing this regardless. AG: My ship has 8een attacked. AG: There have 8een losses and no, I am not detailing what those losses are right here 8ecause this is humili8ing enough as it is. AG: The long and short of it is: I’m stranded and I have no idea where the hell I am exactly 8ut I do know that I am drifting somewhere 8etween Earth and Alternia. AG: I am pretty sure I can safely classify the situ8ion as “in dire need of a relief shuttle right fucking now.” AG: Hello? AG: Is any8ody getting this???????? AG: Come on, some8ody ANSW8R ME, ALR8DY! AG: G8DDAMN 8T!!!!!!!!

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> John: Pester Dave

ectoBiologist [EB] began pestering turntechGodhead [TG]

EB: dave! EB: you there, buddy? TG: yo EB: geez, you’ve been mia for like four days now. Where the heck have you been? TG: shit dude TG: ive been laying lower than a teenage mutant ninja turtle chilling in the new york sewer TG: slinking around like the stealth phantom lovechild of batman and solid snake EB: oh. so the paparazzi are after you too, huh? TG: yeah EB: that sucks. TG: eh TG: for a while i was thinking about mooning them just to see how hard they pissed themselves trying to go all national geographic on my ass TG: then i realized that there was like an eighty billion percent certainty that my ass would just end up getting trotted out on fucking tmz or some shit TG: now national enquirer TG: i would be down with seeing my ass on the front page of such a fine publication TG: but tmz TG: no way TG: daytime tv is not ready for the strider ass TG: so me and aradia gave them the slip and they fell for it harder than bambi on ice TG: havent seen one of those fuckers in almost a week now EB: lucky! they’re all over me and karkat. EB: seriously, it’s like a freaking lightning storm every time i open the front door! EB: it was kind of funny at first but now it’s just…ugh. EB: hey, wait a sec! EB: you said you were with aradia? what are you guys doing? TG: we are going full-on magical mystery tour to find all the weird ass dead things the good old usa has to offer TG: we already hit up the mutter museum TG: it was the shit TG: never saw so many dead things in jars all in one place TG: made my collection look like some messy amateur shit TG: like their stuff is triple black diamond pucker up and kiss your ass goodbye caliber and my stuff barely even qualifies as a bunny slope for toddlers TG: oh and aradia and i pooled our cash and adopted a skull because who doesnt want to say that they are the proud daddy of a newborn 200 hundred year-old skull EB: jesus, sometimes i forget how weird you guys are. TG: hey the strider cool cocktail might not go with everything but at least its never boring TG: anyways im pretty sure we are going to be creeping around your neck of the woods in a couple of weeks TG: we should hang if you and karkat are going to be around EB: cool! EB: we’ll be here. EB: unless karkat’s got one of his pt sessions. EB: but then we’ll be back in like two hours, so yes! we’ll be here. TG: speaking of vantas TG: how is shouty mcqueen doing these days TG: that guys been more elusive than a shiny pokemon since you guys got home EB: he’s fine. EB: he just has a hard time with typing. and tying his shoes. and…lots of things, actually. TG: shit TG: i thought they said his hands were fixed EB: depends on the they you’re talking to, i guess. EB: terezi brought him a new phone, though. EB: it has voice-to-text for english and alternian. EB: jade and sollux made it for him, or at least i think that’s what terezi said when she gave it to him. EB: my alternian still sucks so i’m not sure. EB: anyways we’re about to have breakfast now so i should probably go. TG: ok TG: later ectoBiologist [EB] ceased pestering turntechGodhead [TG]

> Future John: Pester Dave

ectoBiologist [EB] began pestering turntechGodhead [TG]

EB: dave! EB: are you there, buddy? EB: dave, come on. EB: this isn’t funny. EB: you’re really freaking me out here. EB: dave, please. EB: you need to answer me now! EB: jesus christ.

ectoBiologist [EB] ceased pestering turntechGodhead [TG]

> Future Karkat: Contact loving matesprit

carcinoGenticist [CG] began trolling gallowsCalibrator [CG]

CG: OK, YOU’VE HAD YOUR FUN. CG: NOW WIPE THAT SHIT-EATING GRIN OFF YOUR FACE AND STOP THIS BULLFUCKERY RIGHT NOW. CG: I KNOW THIS DISTANCE MATESPRITSHIP THING SUCKS HARDER THAN THE MOTHER GRUB’S SLURRY ACCEPTING ORIFICE. CG: BUT IF THIS ISN’T WORKING FOR YOU THEN YOU NEED TO TELL ME INSTEAD OF, YOU KNOW, IGNORING ME FOR TWO WEEKS. CG: JESUS FUCK, TEREZI. CG: I’D EXPECT THAT SORT OF SHIT-RINSING PISSBABY WAY OF HANDLING THINGS FROM PAST ME BECAUSE PAST ME IS A PAIL-SWILLING FUCKWIT WITH THE FANTASTIC ABILITY TO MAGICALLY LOSE HIS GLOBES WHEN SHIT GETS REAL. CG: BUT NOT FROM YOU. CG: I DON’T EVEN KNOW IF YOU OR SOLLUX ARE ALIVE BECAUSE GUESS WHAT? CG: NEITHER ONE OF YOU HAVE DEIGNED TO SEND ME SO MUCH AS A “HI, KARKAT JUST POPPING A SQUAT TO SHIT OUT THIS TURD OF A MESSAGE SO YOU CAN STOP WORRYING THAT WE BOTH DID SOMETHING PAN-NUMBINGLY STUPID LIKE DROWN IN THE LOAD GAPER; TALK TO YOU LATER YOU FART-BRAINED IGNORAMUS.” CG: THERE. CG: SEE? CG: WAS THAT SO HARD? CG: HELPFUL HINT: EVEN THE FART-BRAINED IGNORAMUS WITHOUT FUNCTIONING OPPOSABLE THUMBS MANAGED IT IN A SPHINCTER-RANKLING 60 SECONDS. CG: I GET THAT YOU AND SOLLUX ARE BUSY ON FEFERI’S FREE THE HELMSMEN CRUSADE AND YEAH, IT’S KIND OF A BIG FUCKING DEAL. CG: AND I GET THAT COMPLAINING ABOUT IT MAKES ME LOOK LIKE A SELFISH, BULGE-FLAPPING ASSHOLE. CG: BUT BEING THE PARANOID FUCKTARD WHO SEES SUPER EXCITING TORTURE FUNTIMES WITH CONDESCE AND FRIENDS ON INFINITE REPEAT EVERY FUCKING TIME I CLOSE MY EYES, I’M STARTING TO GET THIS NUB-TICKLING IDEA THAT SOMETHING MIGHT BE WRONG. CG: I KNOW IT’S STUPID AND I’M PROBABLY STOMPING INTO PALE TERRITORY WITH A PAIR OF STEEL TOE COMBAT BOOTS WITH “FUCK YOU CAPTOR” EMBLAZONED ON THE TREADS BY SAYING IT, BUT THERE IT IS. CG: THE STINKING SHIT PELLET OF TRUTH HAS DROPPED AND IT CANNOT RETURN TO THE WASTE CHUTE FROM WHENCE IT WAS PINCHED. CG: TEREZI, PLEASE. CG: JUST TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON.

CarcinoGeneticist [CG] ceased trolling gallowsCalibrator [GC]

> to be continued...(?)

#Homestuck #4/13 #Straw Soldiers #Homestuck fanfiction #Vriska #Terezi #John Egbert #Dave Strider #Karkat #Wow pesterlog formatting looks terrible on tumblr #it may not be 4/13 anymore for most of you out there #but there's still one hour left in my neck of the woods #so this still counts!#my stuff #my fic

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ardenttheories · 5 years ago

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I super appreciate how willing you are to call out this shit with hs and this isn’t @ you but I feel like there isn’t much discussion with the writer’s team (especially kate’s) racism and how they act like the moral high point of stuff (ex: blaming tavros for getting abused) they they really don’t have any authority over

If I’m completely honest, I’ve taken to avoiding the writers like the plague. I’ve come to deeply dislike them both as writers and people, so I mostly go off information I’ve received from the fandom and their disappointments when it comes to writing my posts (which I do verify beforehand, of course).

However, I’m in no fucking way surprised by this. I’ve not seen any of the racism commentary (which I think we very much should talk about, frankly, and if you can think of any instances in specific, please send me links via the submit box), but I have seen the way they treat situations of abuse and victims of it.

You can see it fairly starkly in Pesterquest. Vriska, one of the most objectively abusive characters in the entirety of the original comic, is portrayed as a sad, confused girl, lonely, forced into a situation that she cannot control, one that she doesn’t like, one she wants to escape but has no idea how to.

It’s clear as hell that they want you to be sympathetic for her. In fact, it’s really easy to be. When you go through her route, it’s almost impossible not to be sympathetic for Vriska based on the way they wrote her.

But, Tavros? The victim of her abuse? The first thing Reader says is something along the lines of “But, Vriska? Dear sweet Vriska? You could never imagine her doing something like this - well, actually, you can”. And yet... our opinion of Vriska - that she’s a sympathetic character we should adore and who has only ever acted out of desperation - is meant to stay in tact. We’re not meant to dislike Vriska at any point in time, and we’re actively meant to help her ammend her relationships - which always comes down to “well, Vriska had it worse, so you should forgive her” (Terezi comes to mind here; her forgiving Vriska is very in character for her, to be sure, but it also feels like she dismisses so much of her own criticism and upsets towards Vriska in the process, as if... she was being pedantic the entire time?)

On top of that, if we look at the treatment of Jake in both the epilogues and HS2... oh, boy. He’s meant to be a beta cuck. You can just see that it’s lathered with that concept. For some reason, being forced into relationships you probably don’t want because of an addiction you might not be able to control, being turned into a sex object by two of your best friends who then both completely ignore your consent, the implications of him being sexually assaulted by Jane, his clear discomfort with her, the fact that he actively ran away from her - and yet, he’s still meant to go back and fix it because he’s “not being man enough”. Because escaping from your abuser isn’t good enough.

And that’s to say nothing about the fact that Jake’s had no presence in the Meat timeline after being brainfucked by Dirk. He’s likely suffered severe emotional trauma and psychological scarring from the fact that he was mindcontrolled into wholeheartedly loving someone he thought was his best friend, only to be cruelly dumped as some absolutely stupid (and OOC) form of revenge - and that’s it.

That’s all Jake is in the Meat timeline. Haha he gets denied look at him acting sooooo weird!!

He is reduced to this sort of... joke that we’re never really meant to think on more again. He suffered trauma and it’s just brushed aside because it’s not “plot relevant”? In both timelines?

I think... a lot of my issue with this therefore comes from the treatment of male abuse survivors. Again, Vriska is actually treated fairly well. Her trauma is handled with the utmost respect, and you’re actively encouraged to feel guilty for her, to want to see her get better, get help, to see her have something good in her life for once.

But, everyone else? Oh, well Tavros should have been stronger. Being permanently disabled is clearly an appropriate punishment for this! Jake’s just a beta cuck, his sexual, emotional, and physical abuse is no excuse for not going back to his highly abusive wife! And of course if we can’t get a joke out of him, we might as well not show him at all!

Even Eridan gets this treatment in Pesterquest. Even though he goes through the extact same revelations as Vriska - about gender, about his dad, about how he sees the world, about his own struggles with what he wants to be and what he thinks he should be based on the Alternian class system - it’s almost like he’s not good enough for redemption. Like he somehow missed the mark for being a sympathetic character despite the fact that he’s actively shown, in some ways, to be more open and understanding of himself and his views than Vriska. When Eridan is objectively the least bad of the two, considering his worst crimes are “lashed out at friends in self defence with an overpowered weapon he did not create, while grimdark”. He’s just reduced to “haha, man can’t get head out of ass to be big brain, deserve all bad thing in life”.

And, to go back to HS2 for Jade for a moment - remember how they reduced every complaint about how toxic she’s gotten, how questionably abusive and deeply unhealthy she is for her friends, to “well, the fandom doesn’t like her because she’s a woman of fucks”?

The writers have a very strict “women get a free pass for any abuses they cause, but men can never be forgiven and should be laughed at” mentality, which is deeply disturbing.

Give women the right to be strong characters, make them unlikeable, let them suffer trauma and lash out or make rash decisions because that’s what trauma can do to you, let them have unhealthy coping mechanisms, let them have redemptions - but don’t do so at the expensive of male abuse victims being seen as inferior and weak. Don’t do so at the expense of suggesting that men can’t be raped or can’t be abused by women. Don’t do so at the expense of saying “all men cannot be forgiven”.

What the fuck sort of mentality are you providing to your audience with that? How are your male fans meant to recognise that they can be vulnerable and can be open and can improve if you don’t let the characters they watch do the same?

It’s so frustrating because they can write sympathetic characters. They can show what abuse does to you, how people cope, how that can become unhealthy - everything we see with Vriska in Pesterquest is evidence of this. But it’s reserved wholly for her, and then they go so far as to blame victims for being abused so that she doesn’t have to take responsibility for her actions. So that she can’t take criticism.

God there’s just so fucking much wrong with it. Especially since, like, you’re right - they really have no authority to be saying any of this shit. If you don’t like the male characters, if you really couldn’t care for them less, that’s okay! You can focus on the women, build them up, make them detailed and developed, make them real - god knows we need that in media - but for the love of god don’t. Don’t shit on male abuse victims in the process.

#ardenttheories #homestuck^2 critical #homestuck critical #Anonymous

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randomnessunicorn-imagine · 7 years ago

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if you're still doing homestuck can i get som Eridan,Equius,Nepeta,and tavros relationship headcanons ?

{ Oh, yeah-!I have received so many Homestuck’s asks this time and it’s so cool uwu I will answer to everyone, don’t worry-! }

♒ Eridan Ampora ♒

~ He is such a difficult person who has high standards (even if they are not really so high but he wants to seem busy and desired, and we know it’s not true). Eridan just wants to be loved and accepted for what he is, and he is still a teenager, after all so he acts just like one of them. His mate has to be capable to handle his aggressive temper and do not give up on him at the first hurdle because his feelings are true but he does not know how to show them without seeming awkward. At the end, he will not even care if the colour of your blood is lower than his, and he will listen more his heart than these stupid social barriers. ~ He loves any kind of pirate’s games so you and Eri can live so many adventures and he can guide you to his boat that was the vessel of his Ancestor Dualscar that Eridan estimates so much. He will tell you all the stories regarding his Ancestor but you can tell him yours, he loves in particular war’s stories so maybe the human history could be interesting to him since it is full of wars and violence… Sadly.~ Surprisingly, he can be romantic when he wants, he likes making you hearing the sound inside the shells, seeing the stars under the night sky nearby the beach and things like these. Then, he loves sharing his scarf with you when he sees you too cold even if his blood is cold too (because he is a fish), but it does not matter since his scarf is comfortable and soft and he wants to be next to you feeling the warm of your delicate skin.

♐ Equius Zahhak ♐

~He is too strong and he has afraid to hurt you every time he tries to caress you, just see how he is sweating. It’s absurd his nervousness! But he really likes when you touch his muscles and biceps saying to him how he is strong and fascinating (even if he feels so embarrassed but it was your purpose, to make him uncomfortable so he becomes as blue as his blood). Then, you can give him a towel so he can rest himself.~After a long speech, he will ask you the permission to pose for him because you inspire him so much and he wants you to become his muse. He is still a sculptor so he will be so glad if you accept this proposal. Unfortunately, because of his big strength so many of the sculptures he made are destroyed now and he has to do them again and you have to wait a little longer. In his sculptures, he will sculpt you like a fierce centaur. One of his favourite beasts. Then, he will need another towel because you are so majestic in this form. He is having impure thoughts and he wants to hide himself for the shame.~You will break him down if you use horse-puns, he will not see properly and he becomes so blue. Something too funny. He is a gentleman so he will say to stop, especially when you say to him you want to ride him. No, you are crossing the line and he can’t handle this for so long. This room is getting too hot. Give him a towel, now! A bunch of towels.

♌ Nepeta Leijon ♌

~The role-playing sessions you will do with her are infinite and intense because she puts all her efforts and heart but how could you say no to this little and cute kitty? You must be a horrible person if you deny her, she is too cute-!Then, when you are distracted she will jump over you and you will be captured by the greatest hunter Neppy. It’s cuddles time. Since she is still a cat, you can play with her with balls of yarn, ribbons and those lights you shot on the wall and that make cats crazy. She will have so much fun with these games. ~Since you are her matesprite, you know a certain troll-horse has to check you because Equius has to be sure you are good enough for Nepeta, since he is her meowrail and Neppy deserves only the best, she is too precious, or you are going to meet his strong muscles and it’s not so good. ~ You x Nepeta is her OTP and she is so happy it became reality, her favourite shipping has sailed! She always writes fanfiction about the two of you, but she also draws fan-arts but they are so sweet because she is not a malicious kitten, her heart is so pure. No NSFW for you, sorry-!

♉ Tavros Nitram ♉

~Tavvy is such a cutie-pie and you have to treat him right after everything he’s been through with that spider bitch. He is a dreamer and he cannot believe you are by his side. You and him can role-playing pretending to be Wendy and Peter Pan, flying through Neverland! You can tell him stories before the bed time so he can sleep safe and sound.~You can bring him wherever you want when he is on his wheelchair and he does not care about the speed but it’s better to be careful he is such a delicate boy and he is broken enough. Maybe you and him can remain at his home playing some cards games with his Lusus, Tinkerbull that is so cute and small. ~Despite his disability, he tries his best to be strong, ignoring his problems because he does not want to be a burden for you so he can take care of himself alone, maybe not every time but he tries. In any case, it’s better if you protect him from her and sometime he is still afraid to call her name because the feelings he felt for Vriska were real, but he deserves so much better than her. You must stay by his side, without making him feel like a useless crippled.

#randomnessunicorn-imagine #anonymous #homestuck #ask #homestuck imagines #homestuck scenarios #homestuck headcanon #homestuck eridan #homestuck equius #homestuck nepeta #homestuck tavros #eridan ampora #equius zahhak #nepeta leijon #tavros nitram #x reader #imagines

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