#Rune Lalonde

[mary-su-is-ruining-my-life]

thinking about uncle dirk

[kalopsic-lagomorph]

God tier brain storms, nothing finalized yet

[thewertsearch]

Frankly, Kanaya, this is probably a blessing in disguise. I don't think you want to see what's about to happen.

You slip into the fabled blackdeath trance of the woegothics, quaking all the while in the bloodeldritch throes of the broodfester tongues.

Ok, this spiel is a lot less funny now.

You advise the members of your Complacency not to be alarmed, as they chronicle the event in tomes bound in the tanned, writhing flesh of a tortured hellscholar, with runes stroked in the black tears bled from the corruption-weary eyes of fifty thousand imaginary occultists. But they fail to not be alarmed. This is because, as is now painfully obvious to anyone with a brain, you have basically gone completely off the deep end in every way. You have officially gone grimdark.

Rose Lalonde has left the building.

But whatever's left behind will honor her wishes.

[roxykisser]

through altercations known only to me rereading my lalonde wizard post has made me think about what class each of the kids would play in dungeons and dragons, so i’m subjecting my 2 followers to it.

john: fighter. i’m sorry but i can’t see him picking anything else besides maybe like… ranger. he mostly sticks to the default subclass but jade probably made him try rune knight at least once for a one-shot. he found it too complicated but relented to branch out into more subclasses afterwards.

dave: i’m torn between rogue and hexblade warlock. mayhaps some sort of cursed multiclass of both. he seems like the type to look up game guides to get the most broken character build possible and make up a backstory on the fly but he ends up actually quite attached to his pcs.

rose: probably a warlock. my first instinct was wizard, but i think she’d enjoy the flavour of warlock more, considering her gothic tendencies. she started out with the great old one patron but then discovered homebrew and became unstoppable. that one player who sends 10 pages of backstory, but it’s actually enjoyable to read

jade: the dungeon master. she’s the one who can most reliably engage all the players in the game without overcomplicating the plot and probably excels in juggling everyone’s game preferences. though when she does get to play she probably has no set character type and just makes a character depending on what strikes her fancy that day

jane: my first instinct was a city ranger build, since that’s probably the closest you get to a detective in dnd, but hear me out.. paladin. the strict code of oath. the angsty backstories. the heroic persona. jane spent a lot of time pre-game playing damsel in distress. i think she’d enjoy playing the knight for once. she probably tries it just to try it at first but ends up liking the mechanics so much she just sticks to it

dirk: right. we have a few options here. the first one is specifically cavalier fighter, because they get a mount. obvious choice. but for some reason he also strikes me as someone who would play sorcerer. it has some of the most fiddly mechanics in the game and it’s one of the closest classes we get to not-newbie-friendly in dnd. he’d like the challenge. then he looks at the set up of the rest of the party, sees they have no healer, and begrudgingly picks cleric/druid

roxy: is there really a question here? she would play wizard. she might branch out into warlock for a one-shot or something when she sees rose play it but she would probably prefer the versatility and sheer volume of wizard spells. i swear opening the wizard spell list is like spinning a wheel of fortune every damn time. also it means she gets to have a familiar and obviously she would make mutini (i mean, excuse me, moutani)

jake: i’m imagining his character creation went a little something like this: “So which class will let me do some pistol action?” “well, technically any of them, if you have the right proficiency!” “Okay but are there any that are like, really good at it?” “i mean… there are gunslingers and technically artificers…” “Great! i’ll play that then” before jade can explain gunslingers are actually sort of really complicated to play, especially for newbies. eventually he switches to bard

bonus: terezi plays barbarian. you can’t convince me otherwise.

[magicalgirlmelee]

Magical Girl Bracket

Written list under the cut

Polls will be posted later this week

Madoka Kaname from Puella Magi Madoka Magica vs. Valerie Amaranth from Magical Warrior Diamond Heart

Arisugawa Himari from KiraKira☆Pretty Cure A La Mode vs. Sora Harewataru from Hirogaru Sky! Pretty Cure

Erza Scarlet from Fairy Tail vs. Cocona Cocomine from Flip Flappers

Yugi Muto from Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters vs. Ahiru from Princess Tutu

Zatanna Zatara from DC Comics vs. Koyuki Himekawa from Magical Girl Raising Project

Ben Tennyson from Ben 10 vs. John Constantine from DC Comics

Doremi Harukaze from Magical DoReMi vs. Momoko Akatsutsumi from Powerpuff Girls Z

Andromeda Shun from Saint Seiya vs. Max Owen from Magical Boy

Luz Noceda from The Owl House vs. Jem from Jem and the Holograms

Momozono Love from Fresh Pretty Cure! vs. Ruru Amour from HUGtto! Pretty Cure

Mari Maya from Samurai Flamenco vs. Madoka Aguri from Doki Doki! Pretty Cure

Tinker Bell from the Pixie Hollow movies vs. Ryuko Matoi from Kill la Kill

Flora from Winx Club vs. Aelita Schaeffer from Code Lyoko

Himeno Awayuki from Pretear vs. Amu Hinamori from Shugo Chara!

Danny Fenton from Danny Phantom vs. Ayumu Aikawa from Is This is a Zombie?

Luluco from Space Patrol Luluco vs. Homura Akemi from Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Ichigo Motomiya from Tokyo Mew Mew vs. Undine Wells from Sleepless Domain

Marinette Dupain-Cheng from Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir vs. Chocola Meilleure from Sugar Sugar Rune

Shirayuki from Snow White with the Red Hair vs. Myoudouin Itsuki from  Heartcatch Pretty Cure!

Adrien Agreste from Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir vs. Dante from Devil May Cry

Minami Maki from Majitora vs. Alear from Fire Emblem Engage

Sally Yumeno from Sally the Witch vs. Talia from Lolirock

Korra from The Legand of Korra vs. The Guardian of the Veil from W.I.T.C.H.

Kiana Kaslana from Honkai Impact 3rd vs. Hotaru Tomoe from Sailor Moon

Utena Tenjou from Revolutionary Girl Utena vs. Steven Universe from Steven Universe

Atsuko Kagari from Little Witch Academia vs. Meimi Haneoka from Saint Tail

Anne Boonchuy from Amphibia vs. Adora from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Laura from Tropical-Rouge! Pretty Cure vs. Anthy Himemiya from Revolutionary Girl Utena

Star Butterfly from Star vs. the Forces of Evil vs. Hoshina Hikaru from  Star☆Twinkle Pretty Cure

Chibiusa Tsukino from Sailor Moon vs. Kurama from Yu Yu Hakusho

Rose Lalonde from Homestuck vs. Sakura Kinomoto from Cardcaptor Sakura

Iris from Lolirock vs. Usagi Tsukino from Sailor Moon

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

TT: Dave, you need to be able to do this. Do you know whether or not it’s better for your notes to be easy to read, or more difficult to decipher?

TG: i mean id think they should be fucking easy to read

TG: i however write my notes in the olde Nordic Rune Alphabet

TT: Actually, notes should be a little more difficult. Try writing out, then typing your notes in a hard-to-read font. When something is more difficult to decipher, the more slowly and systematically we learn it. 

TG: oh legit??

TG: DUDE THE RUNES ARE WORKING

[averageriot]

How big is gap in the time between when you were alive and dead? (what time is it now?)

TERESA: 1T5 B33N M4YB3 H4LF 4 SW33P FOR M3. DUNNO 4BOUT 3V3RYON3 3LS3 THOUGH, 1 TH1NK HOP3S B33N H3R3 FOR M1LL1ONS OF SW33PS HON3STLY.

RUNE: …. it has been three years since I ascended and made my way here. at least that’s my perception of what time has passed.

ALPHA:  I'ma Be Real Chief I’ve Got No Fuckin Clue. [He shrugs.]

REMY: I’m… not really sure how long it has been since… I don’t keep track of time. Sometimes, it feels like everything is so long ago, a distant memory. Other times… It feels like a fresh wound, burning every nerve of my existence. Zora… She… She makes things easier.

MESTEK: -^v- Bold of you to assume I know that. I’m a technical genius, not a chronal genius.

ZORA:  … I honestly don’t know. I stopped caring a long time ago.

[limeade-arcade]

Another doodle page surfaces.

Individual images under the cut.

@trickstercandy

[tomatograter]

hey dirkjake guy , what makes you so interested in dirkjake so much ?

if I were to answer this with total accuracy we would be here all day and i’d have to hand you a 60 page peer reviewed thesis but since I don't have that time and i’m assuming you also don’t; There’s a LOT of things to work with if you read dirkjake as more than just… a vehicle for dirkcentric character angst. And they’re pieces actively embedded in the story! That matter! I like building fanwork around a textual basis and these two quite literally go as far back as being part of the guardians setting up SBURB beta in Act fucking 2. You can mine motifs until you’re dead. Here’s a contained, though by no means complete, list of things I particularly like about them:

1) Dirk and Jake both have highly imperfect experiences with their own gender/sexuality, partly out of societal pressure and partly because the story has decided what they ought to be. You've got two gay characters who are both a man in the WRONG way; Dirk overcompensates masculinity so hard he thinks of himself as too brash, imposing, damaging, nearly sizzling arsenic. Jake is expected to be the most perfect dude that has ever Het'd and fails in every feasible way because its not who he's comfortable being. He's not a wife-hunting casanova, He's just kind of a blatant useless fruit. Each of them thinks the other has it together and is doing sooooooooo much better than themselves, though.

I like that even though the adoration is mutual, the relationship is not smoothed out. It's not perfect from the get-go, and it's easier to make it awkward before making it good. We see them at their most immature, they have plenty of flaws, and they're extremely self-sabotaging in the way that isn't "cute" (or romantically convenient) but rather realistically concerning. I like seeing them working through it & maybe relapsing & putting in the effort to be better. They mean a lot to each other but have no idea how to go about it without putting on a show, it's comical to the point of being endearing. 

...And they're still the one person that makes the other feel like more than just a sum of poorly stitched frankenstein parts. 

2) Moving onto The Cringe Axis Of Relevance: Dirk and Jake are inextricable from the overarching plot and cyclical nature of Homestuck itself, Dirk as a motivator and Jake as a escapegoat. You could technically “pin” the “blame” of more than a dozen game changing plot events on them, and sometimes they’re not even aware of it. Beta Jake is HIC’s bastard child, a Dirk splinter is a core component of LE, Jake Harley translates the ancient runes in the frog temple containing the game code & is the one to release SBURB worldwide, eventually going on a time-displaced quest to get the game in motion; Ultimate dirk, funnily enough, is trying to do the exact same thing but much more shittily after borrowing one of Jake’s company ships and copying jadebot’s schematics for the purpose of making a robot daughter to forcefully restart Homestuck, The Webbed Comique, after its over. (Mom lalonde was Grandpa’s assistant & vaguely familial protégé, if you remember. Funny how that works!) And this is just like, in the text. Rose in the candy postscript directly drops it: 

I guess plagiarism is a backwards form of flattery :/

Alpha Jake in turn ends up flooded with promises of giving LE’s his first defeat, kickstarts a thousand little conflicts throughout act 6, brings dirk back to life with a kiss, sends the bunny back in time in the box (he was jade’s secret penpal that far back!), eventually only knocks caliborn on his ass because *Dirk* gets hurt in a fight, then it turns out davepeta is his sprite and actually the one fated to defeat the final boss, and that’s just the major stuff. Alpha Dirk & his dastardly AI-self messily usher the alphas into a new session, we only discover what the hell is up with alpha earth through dirk’s 20 page pesterlog gifted on jake’s birthday, Hal’s existence partly relies on Jake’s unending support- and so does Brain ghost dirk’s existence, for that matter. In big-scale and small-scale stuff alike, they’re tied up.

3) Overabundance of referential motifs: Homestuck is practically a big collage of character-relevant media. You can talk about things like some of jake’s favorite superheroes being similar to dirk, or how dirk and jake’s romance is jokingly compared to the Princess Bride via their planets/personalities/BGD literally quoting the movie and acting out the same sword movements, or how they both have a thing for artisanal puppetry, or how dirk is a history buff while jake is a time-displaced verbal oddity, or how Dirk's concerns with narrative philosophy and clean logic make him squarely Apollonian in certain lit terms & that is perfectly opposed by Jake's haphazard Dionysian approach! Or how Grandpa has an orange-lit room of knights and a replica of Iron Man’s armor (widely known for his fragile heart) to stand in for Dirk while Jake has his knight genre movie posters and dreams up dirk to serve the same role, or how the brobot, built with jake’s help, eventually has a nervous conniption and rips his heart out so it can be used as a battery - and while the moment is reminiscent of aradiabot's blue blood breakdown, the heart is actually the same kind grandpa had installed into jadebot; as both were created to protect someone dearly beloved.

Funny how that works x4

Or just how like, Jake fantasizes about Avatar while kissing a poster but mentally he's having an elaborate dream of putting Dirk in the role of the movie's lead to prove how Awesome And Perfect life can be. Or how brain ghost dirk tells jake he looks good when he's feeling like shit and jake, in turn, says his gay little prince outfit looks pretty sweet and not dumb at all, in a sort of covert pep-talk system covering for both of their masculinity hang-ups. That works too.

4) They're the only ship I can confidently compare to Shrek, the Movie, and make that into insightful commentary.

And lastly:

[ask-oppositestuck]

I DEMAND TO SEE A CLOSE UP OF ROXY! ((whoops sorry ignore my last ask please

there she is!!! there she i

((you can drag her around your dash and it looks like she’s floating!))

[transformationstuck]

one b00tched summoning

Rose finished the circle, a little project of her own making based on some minor alchemy and some ectobiological notes, a circle of salt and bone dust, a drop of blood and a rune of death overlayed with one of binding and the correct magic word and, a spirit was called, not a human one strangely enough but an alien one, a... rather large and powerful alien one Rose thought to herself as it began to rise through the ground in the center of the circle.

"b00!" it says as it rises up, getting caught twice by the circle, once on her ample chest, the other on her wide hips as it struggled to manifest as the circle was a little small, and a little tight for such a big spirit.

"Oh! This ritual actually worked quite well, You are something special aren't you?" A monotone comment which made the ghost frown. "Are you struggling with the size of the summoning circle perhaps?" She inquired the spirit, neglecting to notice her wards had been altered through the summoning of such a spirit, the death rune having changed to that of Life.

"perhaps" The ghosts says as it folds its astral arms over its rather enormous chest, a feature that rose stared at for a good few moments.

"You are not a succubus are you?" She stated which got a laugh and a shake of ghosts head. "Do you need help there, it's not too tight is it?" She asks with a neutral expression. "Do you need... help?" She asks the ghost as it continues to hug onto itself.

"the depends" The ghost replied in a devious tone. "vesselsayswhat" the spirit utters as its voice echoed around the room as if it were a lot larger than it actually was, the surprise of the sound produce by Aradia making Rose become momentarily startled.

"What?" Rose asks not understanding what the Megido spirit had uttered. as the room turned cool.

The ghost threw its arms open wide, its figure jiggling a moment before it cackled a mean but pleasant laugh as the circle breaks. "Consider yourself haunted little human!" Aradia cried triumphantly as she floated around the room freely.

Rose looked in a moment of review, the tight summoning circle had waned in energy completely and was broken, the dust and salt lines warped and ineffective, that wasn't Rose's primary concern however, there was a loose spirit she had unwittingly unleashed upon herself. "Haunted, I don't have the time or energy to be haunted." She replied with a sigh.

"you should have thought before you spoke then, oh okay, that was a mean trick on my part but that body of yours..?" Aradia said as she faded from view before placing her hands on the Lalonde's shoulders, icey fingers placing themselves on warm body as she whispered into Rose's ear. "-it's to die for~!" An ominous set of words and a bad joke.

"I don't feel and ectoplasmic chill yet which means i've only released you from a binding, not imbued with with access to my ho-ACHHH!" Rose is cut off as she shivered as Aradia's touch turned colder, a shiver running down her spine making her yelp. It was cold, but not unpleasantly so, like an icy breath.

"chilly~?" Aradia asked in the other ear, the cold sensation of course doing something particular to the body of rose, two firm nubs making themselves known against her shirt as goosebumps ran along her pale skin.

"Yes.. If you could cease contact then i can accept your apology" A dangerous line of words, that could be misconstrued as a challenge to a powerful spirit, which it wasn't. Aradia taking it as more of an excuse than anything else for her actions.

"i could do that, or i could..." She'd say pulling her hands away before plunging them into rose's back, phasing inside as she dove in, a cold sensation like water spreading over the human's body as heat prickled across her skin, the ghost wriggling and writhing as it pushed inside through the fabric head, shoulders, large chest, wide hips and eventually dainty toes diving in leaving a patch of ectoplasm where she had entered through, a damp patch along Rose's spine.

Rose nearly choked on her breath as she saw it, her next exhale came out as a cold pant of frosty mist. It was everything a gum advert could promise made viscerally real. Her skin felt like it was on a bath too hot and that heat only grew worse on her chest as she felt Aradia wriggling inside her body. "Haaah- Aaaah!" She panted helplessly.

"something wrong vessel~?" The voice of the ghost chimes out from across her mind as the ghostly mass just made itself at home, all that afterlife weight having to make room for itself. "ah, there we go~" Aradia said within Rose's ear as the human creaked and groaned.

Rose's chest was by no means small, it even pushed past medium into a comfy and subtle largeness that suited the petite human, an elegant bust for a dignified woman, but Aradia's ectoplasmic mass haunting her own flesh and blood made a nightmare from her pubescent past manifest itself, her chest grew, larger, heavier, her areola and nipples straining and weighting as ectoplasm pooled within stretching inside and out. "M-My body, w-what's happening to it?"

"yes... your body." Aradia said with a bored tone within rose's frame, her voice making the human's skin prickle. "well... for now vessel. permenantvesselsayswhat~?" Aradia said in rapid succession, her voice ringing in rose's ears the tone deadpan but echoing as the cold feeling slowly fades. Just a little as Rose's chest eventually grows to its maximum once the size fit the scale of the ghost that had done a little more than merely haunt her home, for home was where the heart is and the summoning, as Rose should have known can be dangerous when carried out improperly.

"W-what- What! I just, I said wait and you will- Ngh-" Rose groaned as she tried to think of any counter measures she could, her book, where was her book of rituals. "-w-why is it all the way over there!?" She yelled in panic as she saw it on the other side of the room as she found her hands holding her chest, her breasts ballooned past any notions of D, her back strained as her at least J-cups leaked as whatever perkiness remained was clearly supernatural as they dripped onto the floor.

Rose as she tried to stand found the rest of her body curving up, shifting subtly, her hips aching for a moment as she felt herself widening as ectoplasm continued to run rampant through her body, she felt... enormous and then, small, surprisingly small as she got to her feet, she coughed as she felt her lips swell a little. "oops, should have been more careful there hun~" she felt herself say... no that wasn't her, it was her voice but she didn't say that.

"You... y-you're inside me, w-why do it feel so... s-strange." Rose had control, she could walk, talk but she felt less than halfway in control of her body, each step was difficult like she was walking through treacle. it was like she was shrinking inside herself. She reached a hand towards her book only for that internal vertigo to get worse, her hand once outstretched paused and turned around, she found herself looking at her fingers. "W-what are you..." Rose uttered before...

Rose's body stoop up bolt right, Aradia's control wasn't complete yet, but she had the strings if not the ropes, as the change'd humans body began looking at itself, examining, a her nails, her palm she saw herself looking down and cupping her chest, a hand pinching her thigh before she turned to look at the mirror watching herself, her voice being made to speak again." "shh a second please vessel, would you take a look at that, what a body!"

Aradia puppeting words out of Rose's body as she was made to look at her bare blubbery breasts, aradia kneeding them like dough, a blush on rose's face with a grin beneath. "h-hah...hah..." She laughed nervously as she felt it, the weight and then...

"mmmhm, just making myself at home here, don't worry~" Rose's chest was large and... pale, paler than it was before like the touching was draining it as it leaked that ethereal joice from her nipples, Aradia pinching their nipples. a moan escaping from their mouth. "-aah~ n-now was that you or me?" Aradia asked as the thick fluid trickled between their fingers before the Megido let go, running their hands through their hair.

Rose's hair lengthening as Aradia's ectoplasm laident hands ran through it, the straight shortness growing, turning darker and curlier, streaks of black and platinum flowing under Aradia's motion as it waterfell down their shoulders and turned pitch in colour, Aradia shaking their head as Rose looked on in horror, she felt so small now in herself.

What fallowed only made it worse for the human, her pale skin was now a moonlight white, her hair deep midnight and curled in texture and... then she saw them, a pair of orange growths pushing out and twisting from her head, horns, Rose blinked her eyes regaining control again though for how long was anyone's guess, she felt less able to stop these actions as she looked at her eyes in the mirror only to see her fingers, her bleached skin turning colour again, darkening, greying slowly but surely. "N-no, y-you're... i-i'm g-get out my b-body!" she yelled.

"say... you have some nice thoughts in that thinkpan of yours rose lalonde, but... this terminology all off you know vessel, here don't worry i'll troll it up in here and set things on the right path, don't thank me~" Aradia said as Rose's expression turned grim, she felt a pressure in her head as Aradia's influence had concentrated on her brainpan, no... what was she thinking, her head was throbbing as the mind dripped all over her thought processes, the human scrunching her face as she felt her face ache a little.

"hu-troll, but you're a ghost a spirit a de-specteremenant... ungh, my facsh.. my br-thinkpan.." She said gritting her teeth hands either side of her face "J-Jegus what am I processing." Her faced humaed and popped as bones subtly shifted. and features moved. She coughed, a once elegant ach, after the third tightening of her through changing to that of the spirits. "M-my soundglan... NO Voi-soundgland." She couldn't use her old words anymore.

Rose's eyes began to change in her reflection as she opened them, shape, once small and piercing now wide and inviting, her pupils were so... black, she felt like she could be lost in them and the whites of her eyes just a hint of yellow, one with a hint of red kissing her purple iris.

"Say, this outfit of yours, i like white clothes but, let's get some black and burgundy going." Aradia chimed in and before the human could stop herself she was already looking through her wardrobe much to her confusion.

"But we don't own anything b-burgondy, but we have black in... ungh... my... v-viewballs..." She rubbed her eye as it watered a little and ached, she needed a drink or maybe a trip to the ablutionblock to wash her face in the standing basin, she shook her head as the ghost's jargon was flooding her thinkpan as she shambled around her her wardrobe and got some black clothing, it didn't fit welt, or at all but she found a loose sweater and skirt, both black, outdoor upper layer clothing that barely fit her now.

"much better~!" Aradia's voice giving approval from rose's mind as Rose tried to adjust it to get her chest comfortable unbound within. The troll spirit letting out a sigh as she slowly kept eating away at rose's soul and identity, she was like a red ink, slowly being dropped to a flower basin that was being drawn by that flower within Rose. "seeing that got me nostalgic, say remember when i used to have a flat chest, so glad i grew out of that don't we agree vessel?"

"W-wha?" Rose winced as the memory surged forward, of her looking at her flat set of rumblespheres with a sad pouting expression, she couldn't see her own face, more so the ghost's overlaid over her own, the face flickering away as the memory argued with her own history of pale skin having to change bras every year or so before finally reaching her natural size, only for Aradia's face and memory to fall atop again, as it kept growing larger, purple bra turning black and growing to the size she now remembered. "I.. my spheres, they grew so much..d-didn't they.." She said in an almost trance before staggering back to her mirror.

One of Rose's eyes having turned Rust and Yellow in its entirety, only one eye remained normal and that purplish iris of rose was surrounded on both sides, bu the impossibly deep midnight pueple and the yellow encasing it on the other. "say... vessel... what was your name again?" Aradia asked through their body's new voice.

The greyness on rose's body spread beneath the clothing, anywhere left bleached and plae soon filling in with a gently milky grey once enjoyed by a troll in their living life. Of course Rose could only watch at this point, her movements felt... not her own, this fading dysphoria started to hit quite hard as the stranger in her... it was hers right? her own body. "I'm... no, I remember that It's a flower, or in a field, It's... hang on it's on the tip of my tongue." She said placing a finger on her lip tapping it as she tried to remember. "It's... it's on a farm, no, a homestead, a goat? Aradia, that's it I remember i'm aradia!" She said with a puzzled expression plastered on her gaze holder.

"That's right body, you're Aradia, that flower thing, just a bit of imagination, like the grubscars we have back from when we were so very little. We have a good imagination in our thinkpan don't we, but I think we put that old memory to rest don't we?" Aradia said in her voice as all that remained of Rose was that purple iris with little lines of deep red infecting it.

"you're right... i'm imagining things that don't matter, maybe never did? I mean it's like i, you, we say, grubscars, I remember when we found those fallen off things and just threw them outside to rot... wait no... that's not right, did they get eaten, no..." The former rose said asking herself as Aradia filled her in. "don't be silly aradia we buried them like treasure 0u0" How Aradia forced that expression into a sound was testament to how much Rose was fading, memories of running around with a shovel and large tits being an adventurer giving her comfort as she was slowly buried.

"say aradia, body, why do we talk to ourselves so much?" Aradia asked the once Rose. "I mean it's fun after all, helps with our archeological weirdness and our lusus, oh our sweet lusus used to love it, she was great wasn't she?" Aradia said as the lost Rose placed a hand on her head, another memory conflicting with her old self.

A complex memory with complex feelings attached, Rose saw an alien creature, pale, strangely familiar and nurturing turning into another, the two flickering together and the feelings into one, then the lusus. "yeah... mo... rammmom, i miss her." She said with a slight smile. "it was nice burying her." rose said with a chuckle and a smile.

"yeah, we buried her good didn't we" Aradia said.

"yeah, we buried her good.." Rose echo'd inside her thoughts as she sat down on the bed of a being completely alien to her, finding it too dry and devoid of slime as she looked down at Aradia's body, herself.

"say... hey, mind and soul here, how about we make a toast body?"

A toast? rose thought to herself, why am i thinking this. wait... why..

Rose's last strands of purple continued to hang on the best they could, three little lines gracing her eye as Aradia slowly severed them with a shared comradery of, mind, soul and body, which she was, it's like when she was talking to herself that was weird but fun, the walls between the two being flooded. Thoughts? She didn't have those, she was a body, she had instincts and drives!

"yeah a toast a toast to being okay with ourselves." Aradia said as she reached under the clothes Rose had gotten her. as She felt her body warm to the touch.

"easy to play as always aradia~" She said to herself as she groped her body, her hands playing with her bloated rumplespheres and teasing her nook as she bit her lip, the last piece of purple in her eye quivering as their grasp digits pressed into the folds of her nook.

"aaah~ i love being me." Aradia said as the purple turned rust, her body felt complete as it meshed with her mind, it was a party inside, a corpse party and there was so much of herself to go to town on as Aradia Megido sang out a moan.

Sclick, one finger, then two.

In... out. A moan and a pant, a pinch and a cry.

Aradia lost herself in that moment as time stretched on, Rose was gone, there was only Aradia, Time crawled on as Aradia used that room, finding something sizable as she spread her wide thighs, pressing it inside, her psionics calling spirirts to kiss her skin and lap her sweat, she pumped her hips.

Her hair was a mess, she moaned, even bleated as she rode that rust road to orgasm as her body ceased leaking ectoplasm, crying out one last moan as she collapsed on the bed of the alien that had lost itself to a ghost it never should have met.

"f-fuck that was more than okay..." she panted out as she laid on her front with a dumb grin on her face, she'd have to find a way to stretch out the next time she took over a would be summoner of the dead. But that was a long time from now, she had a lot of living to make up for, a shower later in the hygineblock of the alien Aradia stepped outside, barefoot and clad in black with a shovel over her shoulder and a manic grin plastered on her face.

"lookout world, this megido is ready to get dirty! 0u0"

-x

[mary-su-is-ruining-my-life]

happy mothers day

^ the kid is rune lalonde from my fan adventure btw

[kalopsic-lagomorph]

Miscellaneous thingys

[astronomy-is-cute]

woah pinned post pog :0

other names n pronouns for the day (sam, wynn, or mayven or dave r always good tho): victor or bean, he/it

dni + about below the cut

dni

don't interact if u are or support:

racism, sexism, any kind of lgbtqphobe, exclusionists, ableists

transphobes, anti mogai, anti neopronouns, transmeds, terfs

anti kin or anti self diagnosis

pro shippers/ anti antis, or pedophilia or incest shipping in any way

if you're a blog who only allows interaction from 18+ or if ur an nsfw blog (i don't care if u support these blogs but i'm a minor so it makes me uncomfy)

if ur an endeavor (from bnha) stan or if u think endeavor is redeemable or you're an endeavor apologist.

MAPs, PEARs, pedophiles, or whatever the fuck else y'all call yourselves these days

u support d*nald tr*mp, all lives matter, or blue lives matter

you're against blm and acab

you're a neonazi, a nazi sympathizer, or antisemetic

u follow/support tumblr user @/biggest-gaudiest-patronuses

any other dni criteria i may have forgotten

about

hey hi howdy i'm sam! i'm 15 and queer, greyromantic, aceflux, and polyamorous!

i have four partners, only two of which have tumblr!!! they're @/thecatboyfriend and @/fancyfroggiebee!!!!!!! :3!!!!

i'm diagnosed with depression and anxiety but i'm self diagnosed autistic and/or adhd dnfhshdh

interests

homestuck

dream smp

undertale and delta rune

bnha

ddlc

the owl house

spop

fnaf

steven universe

atla and lok

glitch techs

heathers

hunter x hunter

warrior cats

furries

kipo and the age of wonderbeasts

kin list

janus sanders (sanders sides)

mai (atla)

zuko (atla)

himiko toga (bnha)

denki kaminari (bnha)

shinsou hitoshi (bnha)

todoroki shouto (bnha)

jirou kyoka (bnha)

uraraka ochaco (bnha)

bakugou katsuki (bnha)

kirishima eijirou (bnha)

lapis lazuli (su)

spinel (su)

can u tell i have mommy issues, daddy issues, and abandonment issues yet

natsuki (ddlc)

monika (ddlc)

frisk (undertale)

werewolves

vampires

foxes

bunnies

cats

demons

angels

moths

miko (glitch techs)

bunnies

amity blight (the owl house)

connie (steven universe)

and theres definitely more im forgetting abt here lol

rose lalonde (hs)

dave strider (hs)

jade harley (hs)

my other blogs

@wynn-does-witchcraft-0w0 - my witchcraft blog

@samssecretselfshipblog-xx - my self ship blog

@mowogaii - my mogai blog

@letelwynneatglitter2k21 - my chaos fam blog

@the-cin-sys - system blog

[landofsomethingsomething]

Theme Sprint - Smoke / Stars - A Rosemary Eldritch Aesthetic AU/Ficlet

This is my submission for the first Theme Sprint on the Strilondes Server - themes were Smoke / Fog / Haze and Stars / Starlight - this fits both.  For months Rose had studied meticulously, memorizing eldritch intonations and complex, bizarre runes from the deepest wells of knowledge the Great Library had to offer. She had poured and molded the candles herself, thick waxy columns that burned like black holes, absorbing the light. She had drawn the incantations in the powder and ichor derived from the blood of the creatures that had come for her, first in a trickle and then in a swarm, the natives of Celeano determined to drive the outsider back through her Gate, back to her Plane, back to her boring world with its uninspired inhabitants and its stubborn cling to the third dimension. 

She had crafted the chamber with her own hands, clearing it of rubble and debris, blasting the dust and grime and obvious years of disuse from every surface. The altar must have weighed near four hundred pounds, thick with the look of obsidian studded throughout with flecks of crystal. She had floated it in with a simple cantrip, twin wands compelling the stagnant air to action. The black candles burned ominously on each corner, and in the center she had drawn a complex rune in the sticky, scintillating blood of a young star spawn -- young, yet still several times older than all of humanity, Rose supposed. 

It had perished here for a good cause. 

The jaunt to Celeano had been no mean feat; she'd left a crater the size of a city block smoking behind her, ensuring none could follow her on her interstellar field trip. Ensuring as well that she could not possibly go back. There was only forward, and Rose Lalonde was going to walk the starlight studded path through and beyond her current meager universe and into the next, and the next, and the next.

All she needed now was a guide. A being with the knowledge and power to carry her through the infinite black expanse between, bound to her whims and helpless but to obey. 

She stepped into the center of her incantation -- it was comprised of more than a thousand runes, the smallest no larger than a fingernail, the largest as wide and broad as the room itself. Each was part of another, larger symbol, a chain of eight magnitudes, culminating into the symbol that, loosely translated, meant Bondage Everlasting. It was a work of beauty and precision both. Her one regret was that no one would ever see it; when she left this place, she had no doubt the native creatures would make short work of her little sanctuary. 

Such was the life of the star-touched, the sight-blessed, the extraordinary inhabitants of an otherwise painfully ordinary world. There weren't many, and of the ones that existed, she was easily the best. 

She would prove it now; to herself, if no one else. 

Her voice rang authoritatively, echoing off the smooth cut walls of the chamber. The black candles flared, and the runes drawn beneath her began to light one by one in a spiraling pattern outward from the center where she stood. The ground trembled beneath her, first a shiver and then a shudder, but she kept her feet and her incantation never wavered. The howls of Celeano's unfathomable inhabitants reached her through her wards, high and warbling and thousands in number, and if she had been any lesser of a seer the sound of it would surely have driven her mad.

Of course, some would have said she'd been lost to madness long before. 

They just had no imagination. 

She spoke the runes until her throat was raw and her tongue was sore, until the black candles had melted down to dark puddles smeared across the glittering altar. Halfway through the altar cracked with a sound like the world ending, a snap and a hiss and a sigh all at once, and the voices of the star spawn swelled to join it. Violet smoke poured from the fissure, smelling like sweet herbs and frying meat, like a lady's delicate floral perfume, like loamy earth in the grey aftermath of a summer storm on the plains. She spoke the runes for Nyx and Cetus and Echidna, Goddesses in their own right, demanding one of their daughters to accompany her eternally, pulling inexorably with the power of her words and will at the fabric of space-time itself. 

The smoke filled the chamber, blotting out her vision, filling her lungs, and still she spoke in raspy determination, eyes watering, fingers tight around her twin wands, glowing faintly through the haze at her side. A bonfire in the summer, cheap scavenged plywood and melting marshmallows and chocolate. Cigarette smoke, lingering long after its time, staining the walls a telltale shade of piss yellow. Plums and roses and the antiseptic burn of alcohol, a fresh glass of wine poured from a bottle the size of the world. A musty library. A moldy cellar. A dusty road cutting a path like a ribbon through the sky. 

A thousand eyes opened, felt and yet unseen, watching her and judging her while she scraped through the final runes of summoning, and a woman's voice filled her head, ringing like cathedral bells, larger and louder than she could ever have imagined, speaking a language she should not have understood. Silly girl, it reprimanded her, shaking her apart, you overreach.

The incantation complete, she dropped her wands and clapped her hands over her ears, panting hard. She couldn't see. She couldn't breathe. The room tilted and she fell her to knees, her heartbeat pulsing in her ears. Black spots formed in little pinpricks all across her field of vision, but before they could expand and drag her down through them to oblivion, the smoke coalesced into a shape. An unfathomable shape, unbound to the laws of the third dimension, surrounding her, enfolding her, a comfort and a threat. 

Rose whimpered in its embrace, and it made a sound like the ocean poured into a seashell, neither a roar nor a whisper, the sort of sound you could hear anything in if only you listened long enough. The eyes she had felt upon her began to wink out one by one, leaving her cold and bereft where once their gaze had warmed her. 

She might have languished there forever, trapped in the rebuke of a goddess like an insect in amber, but for a single watcher in the void. Long after all the others had turned their sight from her, this one remained. This one swept its gaze over her face, soft and round with a nose that turned just slightly up at the tip. This one examined her posture -- so proud -- and the defiant line of her spine, straight and stiff, refusing to hunch or cower even now. This one burned its way down her arms, her clenched fists, this one's admiration stoked the flames of her ego long after they should have gone out. This one reminded her that she was star-touched, she was special, and when it came to defying the power of a goddess, her willpower was easily equal to the task.

This one's eyes burned into hers, and she thought of thick verdant jungles and jade figurines cut into impossible shapes, of sunlight and romance and wine in the bath, of her mother's voice the first time she had whispered conspiratorially in her ear that she was special. This one's eyes widened as Rose pulled herself to her feet, refusing to spend eternity kneeling in penance for the sin of ambition. 

Who are you? 

The voice matched the eyes; wide and wondrous and beautiful, a waterfall spilling itself eternally on the rocks, a single cricket singing alone in a basement at night. 

"My name is Rose Lalonde," she said, her voice steady and strong. "And you are my guide." 

It was laughing, Rose thought, tilting her head, parsing the sound. Wind chimes in the spring. She held her hands out before her, relieved to find they still existed, though Celeano apparently did not. Or perhaps it did, somewhere far in her past, and she was simply no longer there. Or anywhere. 

I am a Daughter of Echidna, it said, after a long, long time. But you may call me Kanaya. Where do you wish to go? 

"Anywhere but here," Rose replied, immediately, and the nothing shifted and became -- something --Twin moons in a dark sky and a billion glittering stars. A still lake and a rolling hillside and thousands of fireflies blinking promises. A dark cave and a deep river and a swarm of moths with green eyes painted on their backs. A stretch of desert and a howling sandstorm making and remaking the landscape, again and again. A cold void and a burning stone lighting a path like a celestial lantern through twisting corridors of space and time. 

A field, impossibly wide, and a tower, impossibly tall. Rose spilled into herself at the base of it, gasping, lungs aching as though she'd been holding her breath for a very long time. The sensation of physical self was overwhelming, and she fell to her knees in the grass, blue-green and soft against her skin. Her head pounded. Her mouth was dry. She hunched over, shoulders shaking, gripping handfuls of grass and earth in each hand as she retched, violet smoke pouring out of her mouth and nose, out and out and out. 

The black spots returned, dotting across her vision, and for the first time since Celeano -- earlier -- since ever, perhaps -- she surrendered.

[superlativesamsara]

Rose receives a package with what Jade hopes will be a good gift for the mischievous alternate of a Lalonde - A bundle of "Disco Bombs" much like a certain video game, which when thrown erupt into an outbreak of alarmingly catchy music, burst biodegradable glitter all over the victims, and launch a little self-propelled disco ball into the air to project glimmers everywhere. It seems like something she'd like to do to some poor sap.

These are beautiful and I've got just the runes to put on them >:3

Muchas gracias Señorita Harley >;)