#Potential Verdancy

[homestuck-music-tournament]

Potential Verdancy

Album: Homestuck Vol. 1-4 Composer: Robert J! Lake Leitmotifs: Verdancy Characters: Jade Harley

You may know this from:

[S] Jade: Open FreshJamz! (Flash Broken)

[S] Investigate (From a since-deleted MSPFA)

[homestuckmusicbracket]

v1 - v2

[juney-blues]

listen to Potential Verdancy with headphones on maybe it'll make you feel better

[bronzecats]

Hitting shuffle on all my songs and seeing how many are Homestuck (official or fan) songs, the first 50 songs:

Green is Homestuck.

1. Courser

2. Mary by PhemieC

3. Carbon Nadsat-Cuestick

4. Devil on My Shoulder by Billy Talent

5. Coming Out by Julia Alfrida

6. Deer by The Pack a.d.

7. Potential Verdancy

8. Past and Present by Homestuck Fan Musicians (Beforus)

9. Aggrieve

10. Enfant spécial by Radio Radio

11. Crying (Live) by Björk

12. Scratch

13. The Crow by Dessa

14. Army of Me (Remix) by Björk

15. Crystalline (Current Value Remix) by Björk

16. Call for Me (Calliope) by totalspiffage

17. Heirloom by Björk

18. Hardtack Saloon #2 by The Pack a.d.

19. Virgin Orb by Toby Fox

20. Uptight Downtown by La Roux

21. Ohgodwhat

22. East Beforan Funk by Homestuck Fan Musicians (Beforus)

23. Doesn’t Really Matter by Platinum Blonde

24. Mouth Mantra by Björk

25. Undo by Björk

26. Breeze

27. Blackout by The Pack a.d.

28. The La2t Frontiier by Toby Fox

29. Old Turf Fire by Catherine McKinnon

30. Quinine by Dessa

31. Core of Darkness by Jeremy Iamurri

32. Jólarkötturinn by Björk

33. Regina by The Sugarcubes

34. The Blind Prophet

35. Stigdu Mig by Björk

36. Call the Doctor by Sleater-Kinney

37. I Am Sold by James Blake

38. Darling Kanaya

39. Body Parts by The Pack a.d.

40. Despised by Blood by Mortillery

41. Suspended in Gaffa by Kate Bush

42. Despot

43. Girls/Girls/Boys by Panic! At the Disco

44. The Golden Towers by Jeremy Iamurri

45. II - Sarabande by Clark Powell

46. Build by The Pack a.d.

47. Hope by Björk

48. The Unified Field by IAMX

49. Beatup

50. Showtime (Imp Strife Mix)

Homestuck to non-Homestuck song ratio: 21:29

[bittervalentine]

15, 16, 22, and 24

15 &16) what is your class/aspect?

i agonized over this. for so long. i legitimately spent over a year thinking about my classpect before finally recently realizing i was a light player. i started out thinking knight of hope (the idea of a fighter who could make things go his way through sheer force of will appealed to me) then shuffled through various heart player classes (i am first and foremost a self obsessed bitch) and then considered breath, void, and mind before realizing that a) had i classpected myself as the dumb 14yo i was when i first read homestuck i almost certainly would have chosen light and b) light held almost all the characteristics i saw in myself through heart/void/mind, i just didnt want to acknowledge it. anyway prince of light. i dont know why i didnt anticipate this i cannot shut the fuck up

22) trickster or grimdark?

i dont think the concepts of trickster/grimdark appeal to me as much as they do to a lot of other homestuck people, but that being said: trickster. it is conceptually both horrifying and cathartic while having an obnoxiously bright and cheery aesthetic, which to me are all counts in its favor.

24) favorite song?

it is. so hard for me to choose. i think if i absolutely had to choose [s] descend, but i also really love both versions of beatdown, potential verdancy, black, atomyk ebonpyre, and latula's openbound theme. also basically the entire pesterquest soundtrack.

**edit: already changed my mind from prince of light to mage of light. i am a menace i will continue reclasspecting myself to the end of time i think

[29pageshomestuckeveryday]

Homestuck, page 830

[S] Jade: Open FreshJamz!

You open the FRESHJAMZ MEDIA PLAYER and add Dave's remix to the playlist.

Songs used in this page: Showtime Remix by Gabe Nezovic, Aggrieve Remix by Gabe Nezovic, Verdancy (Bassline) by Kalibration, Potential Verdancy by Robert J! Lake, Ohgodwhat by Nick Smalley, Ohgodwhat Remix by Michael Guy bowman, Rediscover Fusion by BurnedKirby, Crystalanthemums by Alexander Rosetti, and Explore Remix by Gabe Nezovic

Song commentary for Ohgodwhat:

Nick Smalley:

WELL

It was 2008 and I was a silly little boy and thought ORGMaker was good-ass music program, so I decided to make a song in it. Half an hour later forged this booger of a song. Seriously. It took half an hour to make this. Then I saw that THE HUSS posted something about a Problem Sleuth opening? So I was like damn that’s bananas I’ll show him up! (wow look at this nerd thinking he can actually make music)

I sent it to his email and like a day later he sent one back asking about the music team. FLATTERING, IT WAS. So I was like sure sign me up g homey dog slice foo

And that’s the story of how I got on the music team.

Oh wait. You just wanted Ohgodwhat.

(ps that’s what it was called when i made it too)

Song commentary for Crystalanthemums:

Alexander Rosetti:

I composed this one intending it to be the theme of Jade's land. This is the reason Jit has gone on the record as saying Crystamenthequins was intended to accompany Jade's island being destroyed/her entering her land (I'm pretty sure that's how he described it) was because of this song. It's actually a really simple tune, and I've wanted to expand on it for ages but never got around to it. The entire piece consists of the same simple chord progression, but it's a good, if played out, progression. That and the beautiful harmonies one is guaranteed to find with it is why I think this is one of my more popular songs. It's not as well-composed as I'd like it to be, but it is definitely catchy. And Radiation was responsible for the name, jokingly calling it "crystalanthemums" after I described it sound like a crystalline flower. I decided that was as good a name as any, and I've had the pleasure of infecting its two remixes with such silly-sounding titles.

Link to storyboards for this page: http://readmspa.org/storyboards/00830.swf.html

Author commentary: With the (playable!) FRESHJAMZ playlist, we are provided with the implication that these are all songs produced by the kids collaboratively. Their icons indicate who was involved with the songs. Just another sign earlier in the story that these kids have some musical talent and this is the sort of thing they do with their spare time. This is one of those things that starts getting buried as we move along. For instance, we never quite get to see God Tier Jade picking up the old bass and rocking out. Which is a shame.

[airprime7]

[tenaciouschronicler]

November 3 2024 2009

Is it exposing myself if I say Potential Verdancy is my favorite of the tracks? Im not a raver I swear! (not to say thats a bad thing, ive just legit never been to a rave)

This is hilarious. In universe who is writing this I gotta know.

The next pages where we delve into the Midnight Crew are interesting. I almost wanna say that that the title MIDNIGHT CREW: ACT 1031 is a misnomer if you take it at face value. While the page after shows that we saw exactly what Jade did, the animation itself felt more like a trailer for the comic or even like she was reading all those pages and we only got flashes. What I did get though were more names to analyze.

Our four members are named after their respective card suit, which in themselves function similar to strife cards. The second parts of their names are interesting though. Droog and Slick are slang terms for henchman to a gang leader and a clever swindler respectively. Duece and Boxcars have more going for them. Duece can either just be for the second card of a deck or a dice throw of two points. Boxcars, while normally related to trains, can also be slang for a dice throw of two sixes neting 12 points. I kinda wish all the members had names that related to dice.

The only other name we get is of the ruval gang called the Felt. Im very curious of these guys since the ones we see have different colored and numbered hats.

Having passed the time, all of two minutes, Jade gets impatient and decides to pester Dave once again showing us a previous chatlog but with more context surrounding it.

In all we are slowing down just a little which is great for me while I work on the write up about the kids.

[glacialswordsman]

@venstm | requested a starter.

“… Alhaitham, mea dilectus sage, you must know that I adore you with my entire being, and I say this with all the affection in my heart,” the Mondstadtian began, releasing a drawn-out sigh past smiling lips before he continued, “but there truly are similarities between you and my brother. You can’t argue against me on this, I would know.”

In the cool evening of Mondstadt, Kaeya and Alhaitham walked side-by-side from the boisterous bustle of the tavern and into the more tranquil streets of the city. For once, it was the former that was hosting the latter in the nation he called home, rather than vice versa. Don’t get him wrong, the Cavalry Captain admires Sumeru and its vibrant verdancy, as well as the beautiful cultures it was proud to celebrate, but to have the opportunity to share those of the place he grew up in with the man he’s come to love was something that Kaeya would never pass up on.

One of the best tourist traps to introduce Haitham to first was, of course, none other than the Angel’s Share. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately depending on who you asked, it was Diluc who was manning the bar tonight. For the most part their interactions were minimal, mostly because Kaeya didn’t expect his brother dearest to be here tonight, and he wasn’t at all prepared to deal with the potential circus that could ensue should he figure out the scholar was the object of his affection.

Not only that, but he wanted to find a quieter area for him and Haitham, lest he risk the Sumerian getting overwhelmed too soon. He knows that Haitham frequents Lambad’s Tavern with his friends, but Mondstadt’s culture with drinking was a lot more…energetic, he thinks.

Regardless, they didn’t stay too long, only sharing a drink or two before Kaeya decided there’s plenty of other times he can bring Haitham to the Angel’s Share—tonight was not one of those times.

“Now, it’s not that I’m saying that you’re the same exact type of person or that it’s a bad thing to have similarities shared with him, by any means! Rather, I find it quite ironic and funny. I’m sure Charles may get a kick out of this revelation, too, whenever we come across him.”

[drew-mga2022mi6014]

Artwork | Card Back Exploration

The card backs needed to accomplish two things;

They needed to convey the difference between different decks, such as the Resource and Effects decks, at a glance. This would be to avoid confusion when drawing cards.

They needed to contain information like the logo, and maybe additional text, without feeling too crowded.

Since Verdance is an illustrated piece, I wanted to have an illustrated back piece, but I was struggling with managing the space on the back of the card. At this point in time, I also do not want to explicitly state the names of each deck, as these would be mentioned within the rules of the game itself, and instead resort to colour as an indicator.

The first thing that I did was roughly sketch out some ideas that came to mind. A constant throughout these was a grassy backdrop, accented by some plant like imagery. I wanted this to remain, as the word "Verdant" itself means a grassy, or green place.

After that, I coloured in the ideas that I felt had potential, in the colours that imagined them in. These ranged from the initial grassy plains, to elements that were related to the themes and core gameplay, such as tree bark, plants, twigs, petals, ponds, and even seed packets. I think at the end of the day, though, the grass back cards are still my favourite. The next step from here is to take these and create a cohesive design that can be used across all the cards for the back.

[fishinsp4ce]

Recommendations

Potential Verdancy

g4m3 or d13

Total Cascade of the Heart

Solar Voyage

Derse Dreamers

Moonslammer

Umbral Ultimatum (whimsi remix)

Omg I love potential verdancy it makes my brain swim in goo and also ghosts in my brain does this make sense? I should probably relisten to the homestuck soundtrack in general tbh so these are first on my list merci very much!

[9voltt]

Gardener

Oh, I didn't see you come in.

It's fine, you can come closer, it's been a while since I've had visitors.

How was your day? A good one I hope.

Here, look over here.

How can such verdancy thrive under such wan radiance? Impressive, isn't it?

I assure you my flowers are always this lustrous, though my dearest plants shine brighter in a certain light.

Indeed, I feed them the finest of nutrients and trim them whenever necessary.

Such delicate and beautiful creatures can only reach their full potential if under perfect care.

If you'd like, you can touch them.

Oh! Not that way! You have to caress them properly.

Yes, just like that.

Hmmm... I didn't think you'd be that interested, but I suppose a few extra can't hurt.

It's not like they'd do much if they did try anything, after all.

I'm not so cruel as to punish the flowers for my own mistakes, sweetheart.

But know that if you cut one of them, or break one of them, I will have to hurt you in return.

We don't want that now, do we?

[violet-stormbringer]

The Princess and The Thorne, Chapter Eleven: Faced toward the Future

With all the fuss around Annick Leuzinger and Gaspard Breiner, Ras barely remembered that exam results were due. The morning before everybody returned for the Summer Term, a thin envelope arrived with her breakfast.

She read down the page, where the results from her classes had been listed and combined into a single grade: A+. The best she could’ve done. She had a sinking suspicion that the “assistance” she provided to Lady Renaldt bolstered her marks a little.

Still, there was no time to be complacent. By the time the Graduation Ball was here, her fortunes could well have taken a turn for the worst.

That afternoon, the carriages rumbled outside and students began to flood the college once more. The noise and bustle was even more intense since all the final-years were comparing their exam marks, commiserating and celebrating.

Gonzalez was hangdog, having got a D for her efforts—though, she said ruefully, hopefully she’ll pick up some improvements in Athletics. Hartmann was unusually relaxed and said, with a real smile, that she got an A. She hugged Ras, thanking her for the help.

Max and Delacroix stayed with Delacroix’s parents over Verdancy—”which was horrible,” Max said cheerfully, “but it meant I could distract her parents from being the awful people they are—and both were in decent spirits. Max got a D overall, but is putting on a determinedly disinterested pose. Delacroix got a C; though she didn’t seem to care much.

Over the holiday, Freddie’s mother had an injury while she was home, but Freddie had been able to help around the house. When discussing grades, she looked resolute, and told Ras she got a B. “It’s fine,” she said. “I can bring it up higher with my coursework.”

Ras was just pleased she was able to help in some capacity with Hartmann, as well as fulfill her own potential this year.

Her classmates were still discussing the exams the next day at breakfast, going over what they remembered of the papers in minute detail, speculating about how to appeal the results, and worrying over what it meant for the future. At the teachers’ table, Lady Renaldt was talking quietly with Mr. Griffith and Mr. Blanchard, examining the morning paper.

Lady Renaldt beckoned Ras over. “Thank you for your assistance, Master Thorne, in dealing with that unfortunate journalism incident,” she said, putting venom in the way she said “journalism�� as though it were an unsightly disease. “All is resolved.”

The newspaper was spread out on the table before her. From a tiny editor’s note, Ras saw that Annick Leuzinger had left the Gallatin Times for pastures new. All, apparently, was indeed resolved.

Ras’ shoulders only grew heavier, and she knew that her sins had only increased over Verdancy. She took a deep breath.

“Well,” she began, carefully, “at least she can’t publish her lies anymore. Good riddance.”

Lady Renaldt sipped her tea, before offering Ras a genuine smile, her eyes sparkling. She knew how heavily this weighed on Ras, and she relished it. Ras wanted to smack her then and there. “Oh, you needn’t worry about that,” she said. “I don’t think she’ll be finding any newspaper jobs anytime soon. Word gets around.”

A pause.

“You may return to your bench,” Lady Renaldt said kindly. “Enjoy your breakfast.”

Soon, it was time for the first lesson of the day, though Ras’ mind was anywhere but class.

With the warmer weather, summer storms arrived. Etiquette classes turned to instructions about dealing with soaked clothes and puddles; one afternoon in Arts, a dramatic thunderstorm punctuated the monotonous conversation about sonnets.

The storm raged for half an hour, with Mr. Griffith growing increasingly irritated at the noise. In the end, he ended class early—albeit with a huge pile of prep that saw Ras and her fellows working even after dinner, when the light had begun to fade.

As Ras left the prep room, Freddie caught her in the corridor. “Lucien’s running a university application session tonight,” she said. “It won’t be long till we do the official applications, so we’re going to get a head start. Come on!”

Ras was dragged by Freddie to the library, where Lucien and the rest of the Birchmeier Society were waiting, huddled at a table laden with papers, pamphlets, and heavy books.

Ras snorted. “You lot look like you could use a break.”

Lucien bristled. “No time for that,” he said. “Come and sit.”

Lucien nudged a couple of chairs out for her and Freddie, and the pair settled down. Freddie shuffled one of the piles of paper over to her, frowning at the tiny print; she was focusing on scholarship funds to afford getting into Gessner University.

As for Ras, she had plenty of ways to prove herself to the admissions tutors ahead of the rest of the college. 

“How about…” Ras said, “we pull together? If we do that, we can use each other’s knowledge. That’s what the Society’s all about, ain’t it?”

Lucien looked a bit disgruntled at Ras taking charge, but he nodded along with Freddie. “Good idea, Ras,” Freddie said. “We should be helping each other out.”

Comparing notes made the whole thing go more quickly; they unearthed advice from admissions tutors that would help smooth over rough edges in the applications.

The others, however, were not doing so well. Lucien, for one, was struggling; Freddie lost her previous energy, and was slumped in her seat doodling on a piece of paper.

Ras groaned, and set about helping the others, pulling them out of their malaise. “Chins up, nerds,” she said. “I’m done with my forms, so I’ll give you a hand.”

Lucien groaned, but he roused himself regardless of his grumbling, and he helped Ras encourage the others to keep at it. Freddie perked up too, and as they dispersed, the group had been in higher spirits.

“You know,” Freddie said as she and Ras made their way back to their dorm, “it would’ve been a real let-down without you around to keep everybody in high spirits. Thanks, Ras.”

Ras shook her head, flopping face first onto the bed with a groan. “It was nothing,” she muffled into her pillow, before continuing in a teasing tone, “but now you and Lucien owe me.”

Freddie giggled at that, and soon the day was over. The term, however, only continued.

Finally, the storms calmed. The sunshine beat down, and the windows of classrooms and common rooms alike were flung open to allow in the warm breeze.

Lady Renaldt, however, did not brook much relaxation. A meeting in the Philosophy classroom was held directly after breakfast one morning, only for the final-years. Hartmann sat perfectly still with her hands neatly folded in her lap, only briefly catching Ras’ eye.

“Next month,” Lady Renaldt began, “engagement season begins. Our students make prestigious matches, and, as always, I expect you to fulfill your potential.”

A ripple of mingled anxiety and excitement passed through the room, but Lady Renaldt waved everybody quiet.

“Before then,” she said, “you will write your applications to university, if you intend to go, and make plans for after graduation. Or to make some manner of…other career, if you have no plans.”

The narrowing of her eyes when she said “other career” made it all too obvious what she thought of that. She nodded to Mr. Blanchard, who handed out sets of pamphlets.

“As well as university, there are two internships available,” Lady Renaldt said. “Beatrix Wahner, a former Gallatin student, is traveling across Jezhan doing archaelogical research and requires an assistant. And the art critic Jerome Clay is looking for an assistant in his gallery. If you are interested, ask Mr. Blanchard for more information.”

Before Ras were several pamphlets. At the top was Gessner University, the topmost academic institution in Westerlin—and amongst the top in the world—but there was a booklet from Reisinger University too. That was less prestigious, but perhaps more accessible.

The internships were obviously going to be hard to get, since only a single student could get one, but it would be a different experience for Ras. Hells, if she wanted it, she figured her track record could get her a job at Gallatin. 

Or, perhaps, none of it caught her eye.

Not in the slightest. Ras knew exactly what she wanted to do. She stood up, and she approached Lady Renaldt.

“I’m interested in teaching here,” she said. “Could you tell me how I can go about doing that?”

Lady Renaldt’s eyes gleamed as she offered a brisk smile to Ras. Was that surprise? Whatever it was, it was gone, replaced with her usual insincere smile, as cold as ice. “How interesting,” she said. “Well. Good coursework and exam grades would be desirable, of course, and a reliable reputation. Or if one of the teachers gave you a character reference, I’d consider it.”

Ras met her eye. “Call it a favor.”

Lady Renaldt’s smile widened, a grin that gave Ras the impression that she’d just signed her death warrant and that Lady Renaldt was impressed with her.

“Then consider your application approved. I’ll write an acceptance letter that you’ll see tomorrow. I look forward to your continued contribution to Gallatin, Master Thorne.”

The waiting made the days feel like weeks, though soon enough Ras received a formal letter from Lady Renaldt in response to her “application”.

‘To the esteemed Ras Thorne, As a student of good standing, excellent coursework, remarkable exam scores, as well as the addition of your good standing with the teachers and students of Gallatin alike, we feel you will fit in as a teacher. As such, we are pleased to offer you this opportunity, and look forward to seeing you as part of Gallatin staff in the near future. Respectfully, Lady Françoise Renaldt, Gallatin Headmistress.’

An acceptance. Not that she had any doubt, with the stunt she pulled. Mr. Blanchard offered Ras a pleased nod while, around her, others tore their letters opened.

As for the rest of her classmates, their own plans were falling into place—for most of them, at least. One evening prep session became an unofficial opportunity for people to tell each other about their fortunes; Mr. Blanchard did not appear to care, and let them chat as they wished, reading a book as the light faded. Gonzalez was set to attend Reisinger University to play lacrosse. “I don’t know what my parents will say,” she said, “but it’s what I want.”

Hartmann was offered a place at Gessner University, and she caught Ras’ eye with an unusually steely look. “My parents thought I couldn’t get in, so it wasn’t worth applying,” she said. “But I did it anyway.”

She smiled, sipping her tea, and whispering only audibly enough for Ras to hear. “Fuck ‘em.”

Ras grinned at that, and Hartmann continued. “I’ll write, of course,” she said, worry in her voice.

Ras rolled her eyes. “Please, is writing all you’ll do? We’re best friends, Hartmann! You bet your ass I’m going to visit you from time to time!”

Hartmann snickered at that. “You’re right, you’re right.”

Max groaned theatrically, flicking a scrap of paper at Ras and Hartmann both. In a stroke of fortune, or bribery, she’d been accepted into Reisinger University. Max herself seemed surprised that she’d even applied.

Ras grinned. “Oh, did the church placement not work out, Sister Maxine?”

Max shot Ras a look. “Listen here, cake-seller. Keep on like that, and you’ll be lucky I even look at your letters if you decide to write me.”

Ras put her hand to her chest. “Max! I’m hurt! I thought we were friends!”

“Like I’d be friends with a teacher at Gallatin, of all places!” Max shot back, a teasing grin on her face.

“That said,” Ras sighed, leaning against Max. “We’ll stay in touch, yeah?”

Max ruffled Ras’ hair, still grinning. “Of course we will, nerd,” she said. “You ain’t gotta worry about that.”

Freddie, meanwhile, was at a loss for words, in a baffled daze. She had been accepted into Gessner University, and occasionally took her letter out to read it again and again, as if making sure it was real. “We’ll keep in contact, too, obviously,” she said fiercely. “I’m not going to lose touch with you, any of you, not in a million years.”

Max threw an arm around Freddie in a hug, ruffling her hair as well.

“I’m looking forward ‘ta spreading my wings,” Ras said, and Freddie beamed in response.

“It’s like a dream…” She muttered, and even Max nodded along.

Delacroix, on the other hand, did not have anything concrete in place, though apparently she’d been encouraged to apply to Reisinger. She said little, but met Ras’ eye and nudged her foot under the table. “Well done,” she muttered.

“You feelin’ alright?” Ras asked, frowning.

Delacroix gave a one-shouldered shrug. “It’s just strange thinking that we’ll be away from here, soon, you know?”

Between commiserations and excitement, little prep—or indeed classwork—got done in the next week. Soon, the dust settled.

The anticipating and intensity of the university and internship applications faded. Lazy sunny afternoons lounging on the quadrangle lawn, desultory strolls around the lake, gentle rides around the grounds…Ras took in the sights of Gallatin college, and she felt as if the days could last forever.

Then, a new challenge on the horizon.

Engagement season, at last, was here.

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[besthomestucksong]

ROUND 1: VOL 2: PART 4

[homestuck-music-review]

Potential Verdancy

Vol. 2

Verdancy written by Robert Blaker Remix by Robert J! Lake

Electronic sounds bland with deep chello, washing this song in the electric green of hypotheticals and possibilities. A song for the most epic build-up of all time, bringing us to the ultimate fight between good and evil, the whole universe hanging in the balance. The balance of life and death, here and the beyond. A song of ghosts, perhaps. Will the good guys win?

Who are we kidding. Of course they will. 

9/10. Would be a better Danny Phantom intro song.