#The Expatriate

[themassmaster]

Pari hadn't been working for the company for long, but her boss was more than happy to get her involved in meeting the up and coming Sumo wrestler he was sponsoring. A huge talent, so she'd been told.

Sitting in the private room in the Izakaya alongside the gentleman in the business suit, she quietly awaited the entrance of the person her boss had spoken so highly of.

Granted it was all very much new to Pari, she'd been just as excited. However, she'd remain a little subdued.

@the-expatriate

A long day of training and Hiroyuki was tired. It wasn't exactly the end of his day. However, the young man still had to go and meet his sponsor for dinner and a drink. He dressed in his best. A kimono with a simple design, wooden geta and his long hair tied back.

Hiroyuki slipped into the private room. Offering both the businessman and what seemed to be his guest, a smile. "Good evening." He'd begin to say before he would bow slightly. "Thank you for having me." He'd say quietly.

[dispsii]

Doing some big stuff guys

[casanovasadmiral]

Daddy void darkleer?

Here you go!! Orlund Zahhak, aka The E%ecutor, Darkleer.

[the-archetype-of-civilization]

Junk (@the-expatriate)

Ender didn't go out all that much after settling down in this universe. He was done roaming the stars and the worlds of here and not there to find answers and such. It was tiring, trying to find meaning in everything. How long had it been since he flew up into space? Being an accountant wasn't something he was quite fond of, but at least it gave some semblance of meaning into his rather meager existence. He sighs at the thought as he makes his way into the bar he'd been hearing from the grapevine.

It seemed like a slow night, not many people around and it was pretty quiet minus the music. Ender goes up and takes a seat at the bar. He wasn't sure what to order as he looks at his phone to see what he could get.

@the-expatriate

[burdened-android]

Excess, pt. X

@the-expatriate

"Here it is," the android murmured, sticking her key into the lock, and unceremoniously body-slamming her front door ajar, "Home sweet home, as they say."

The sun was slowly setting, and Arma's half of the rental house (the basement portion, of course) offered shelter from the grinding, over-stimulating implements of her world. Even as she beckoned for Pari to follow, a massive, hulking street sweeper slid past on the street, a monolith of flashing lights and horns.

While the android's apartment, like her car, cast the debonair and sultry woman in a slightly more austere light, Arma had done her best to make it at least somewhat inviting, without endangering her security deposit.

"Would you like something to eat?" she purred, slipping out of her giant fur coat. Arma also seemed to drop a meter in stature as she took her high heels off. "I was planning on making some soup."

[davekat-sucks]

Amporas x Zahhaks aka "Hoofbeasts and Skyhorses" aka "Landwellers vs Seadwellers" aka "Weird Science" aka "STRONG Beliefs" aka "Giddyup Gills" aka "Thoroughbred Purebloods" aka "Pride and Prejudice" is better than davekat

Amporas x Zahhaks aka STRONG Beliefs is better than Davekat. Background from Distantquest.

[booksofadventures]

It didn't matter the season of the year, the twilight hours between sunset and dusk, though he did like the ones between dawn and sunrise when he could be awake for it, was his favourite time of the day. As long as the weather was clear and no threat of rain, he'd hate to damage his violin that way.

He sat on the bench in a quiet corner of this park as he careful took the violin case at his side and place it delicately onto his lap. Opening it up to let his fingers carefully run over the instrument inside.

This was his treasure and most prized possession.

He put the case back onto the bench at his side and took the instrument and bow out from the case. Resting it into the position to play it, it looked like another part of him like an extension of his being.

And then he began to play to himself mostly but he didn't mind if anyone else heard within the park, it was quiet this time of night and he loved the way the small wind and breeze would carry his music now as he slowly stood from the bench as he got lost in his music.

@the-expatriate // you found the musician!

[et-omniam]

We killed native Americans. We killed people in the Philippines. We killed Haitians. We committed heinous, disgusting war crimes in okinawa. We killed italian civilians and POW. Over 400 recorded rapes in England by American servicemen. We killed Nicaraguans. We killed Vietnamese people. We killed Panamanians. Look up Abu ghraib. Anyone forget about the blackwater guys that killed 24 women and children and just got pardoned by Trump like no biggy. Obviously, our government would never do anything even remotely close to this awful shit to it's own people. Even if it meant that we would have justification to take back control of all the opium farms that were burned somewhere that's definitely not in the Middle East. Now we're killing Palestinians. If you think this was Israel's idea all along, I would ask that you direct your attention to literally America's favorite move: getting someone else to do it so they take the blame. Most of the wars America has caused were over natives not wanting to buy or produce heroin. We are the biggest, most evil company in the world, and I'm leaving one day. Once I know I'm not a citizen of this country anymore, I might breathe a little easier knowing that at least I'm not benefitting from hate and hell untold put unto the rest of the world. If you think you can defend this country's honor somehow, you are just as morally bankrupt as it is.

[derseprinceoftbd]

The Alpha Troll Rewrite Project

I have long held that the Alpha Trolls should have been kept out of Homestuck, and recently happened upon the idea of integrating them into *Hiveswap* instead. (My incoherent ramblings on the structure of such a work can be found [here](https://docs.google.com/document/d/11t5lmT36tJIwdzrKN0iuADk7QALUkMcmMGzzqrVtCkA/edit?usp=drivesdk.)

However, these changes would still present the issue of, well, the Alpha Trolls. A motley crew, to be sure, never truly designed to carry a narrative, with few sympathetic characters you want to see succeed among them, even if you don't agree that they're also littered with stereotypes.

Thus, the Alpha Troll Rewrite Project. A collaborative effort where I ask on Reddit and Tumblr and recieve ideas from the community on how they would write the Alpha Trolls and the lore of Beforus, based on:

The Ancestors shown to us, and their designs (perhaps not the Handmaid's dress/coding, though).

Their appearances in Openbound, and for Meenah and Aranea, the rest of the comic.

The Beta Trolls; what unexplored aspects of their characters would you like to see reflected?

The stipulation that there be no inherent lifespan differential between Castes, a change I remain steadfast on.

The stipulation that the names of, at the very least, Rufioh, Aranea, and Horuss be changed.

And the arrangements of Vantas=Seer, Piexes=Thief, and shared name=shared Aspect from the Ancestors, with the further stipulation that, of course, there is one of each of the standard 12 Classes, and that the Knight of the Session be either Breath/Nitram, Space/Maryam, or Mind/Pyrope.

I will be posting specific threads for suggestions on each of them in the Zodiac arrangement every Sunday and Wednesday over the next six weeks (ie; Megido tomorrow, then Nitram, Captor, Vantas, Leijon... Piexes), featuring my ideas and seeking thoughts from the community.

Thank you.

Also, I will now ping @nekropsii, who I think probably has some ideas on this, at the very least, or, if this is actually stupid or short-sighted of me for a fairly obvious reason I'm missing, I suspect will be able to explain why.

[randomhomestucktournaments]

Homestuck character most likely to read Homestuck Round 1-6

Art: https://xamag-homestuck.tumblr.com/post/8871841174

[siren-euphemia]

"Hey, look! We match."

"Well, we would be... If I chose to wear the proper uniform." ^^

[newcaliforniadreaming]

A starter for the wonderful @the-expatriate!

His NCR armor looks pretty good on him - he was never one for really staring in the mirror and seeing how he looked... but god damn, he thought he made this outfit his bitch!

A young tanned tanned-skinned man of eighteen years stood dressed in trooper fatigues with his facewrap covering a good portion of his jaw and mouth. Even with most of his features hidden, his soft features made it clear that he was a youthful soldier. And of course... the rank patch on his shoulder also kinda gave that away.

The Commonwealth. A place that Rose never thought in a million years that he'd be in. A place with Brotherhood Airships, Ferals up to the ass, and god knows what else. After Shady Sands was destroyed, the NCR needed to cover as much ground as it could before being able to launch a new offensive down South against the Brotherhood or any other threats that wanted to take a shot at them.

It seemed working with the Sole Survivor currently was his only shot at finding the rest of his separated platoon. Hence why she's allowed him and his squad to take shelter with her in the sprawling town of Sanctuary. Holding his Service Rifle with the top of both arms to relax himself, the red-haired trooper walks into the Vault Dweller's residence and pulls down his face covering to reveal a handsome face.

Red locks peek out of his helmet. A small smile forms on the young man's face. "Uh - m'am?" he hates putting on a soldier voice, but he thinks it's the best thing to do in this situation. "I just wanna say thank you for letting us stay here for the night. We should be able to reconnect with our platoon and get out of your hair soon. I promise we won't cause any trouble" He realizes he hasn't introduced himself. "And oh - I'm Private Cassidy. But uh... you can just call me Rose. I prefer that."

[astrummorte-m]

"You looked stressed... is something bothering you?"

@the-expatriate ( pari ) had a birthday semi - recently.

[ancicntforged]

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Aesthetic vs. Substance

Balancing the aesthetics and content of your blog can really be a debate sometimes, isn't it? Some people obsess over blog aesthetics, but honestly we're here to write, not to win a design award. It's about the stories, not just the visuals.

I'll be honest, I'll take a well-writen character over a pretty blog day, 'cuz yuo can't really roleplay ith a mood board now, can you? There's also sometimes like the community/peer pressure to have a visually stunning blog, nice banner, icons and the likes, but not everyone has the skills or time for it. It really shouldn't be a barrier to entry.

And you know what, here the unpopular part: Everyone's blogs are starting to look the same to me after so many years on this website.

[burdened-android]

excess, part seven

[ @the-expatriate ]

The grid extends outward, a series of brightly colored panels, perfectly lined up with razor precision. There is no rhyme or reason to their coloration, only that they are the brightest possible shade of their given color. This world is not home, it is an unnatural plane of flat textures and warm, dry air. The very edges of this empty plane are fuzzy and poorly defined, almost as if they were simultaneously pixelated and real at the same time.

Pari is almost entirely alone, save for a single black figure in the distance, and a bizarre structure to her left, which appeared to be made out of stuff sheets of paper. As with everything, the scene is either foreboding, or peaceful, depending on the observer.

[davekat-sucks]

James: Commander Karkat is the only beefcake in Homestuck.

Lord English?

Darkleer?

Grand Highblood?

Hearts Boxcars?