#causes mass destruction and is all o geez about it

[raspberrystruck]

want a Hermitcraft hero vs villains au but everyone’s just. horrible at their jobs. classic cartoon villain doc. People either never fall for his traps or they fail spectacularly. Xisuma has this reputation for being like a number one villain. He’s not. Don’t let his scary armor fool you. Scar as a “hero” but he can be pretty easily swayed wherever his best interest lies. Grian as a vigilante, doesn’t really care about hero vs villain but truly loves messing w both. Chaotic balance. Mumbo being a civilian. Like /the/ cartoon civilian who gets captured everytime. Imagine the villains like kidnapping him and mumbo’s just. A little oblivious. He’s like working on a lab project or reading a book. Heroes come to save him. He’s horribly confused.

[idontworkforsega]

Hii! ^^ My first time asking for a promt here :3 I'm a big fan of you and cutegirlmayra's work! Could you maybe if you'd like, make a fic about amy turning into a boy or something from a machine tails made? Like gender blend. How would sonic react? Make it sonamy ;>

Hey! Thank you! I’m so excited this is your first time asking for a prompt. I hope to see many more from your beautiful mind, Cherry-chan ^^

I don’t know… Cutegirlmayra is kinda hard to beat… but since we’re setting the bar, I’ll jump as high as my writing can take me! :Db

Prompt:

It was supposed to help Tails understand the female mind more… but instead, as Amy sat in the chair with the strange waves moving up and down her body from the helmet attached to her head, a new–stranger–sensation set in.

Suddenly, she didn’t feel like herself.

In fact, her stomach hurt. But it was a different kind of hurt.

She needed to pee.

“Are we done yet, Tails?”

She covered her mouth instantly, “T-Tails!?! Why is my voice so low!”

She felt something move under her hands and touched what felt like a… “Adam’s apple!?” she jumped up, “MY BOOBS!” her dress looked deflated. Instinctively, she covered her chest with her arms, almost hugging herself, and realizing nothing but a broad chest was there.

“AaahhhhaaAAAAHhh….” she made a sound that could only be interpreted as uncomfortable as she lifted a leg up and crunched her body in.

Tails was still analyzing some things, not having turned around. “Huh. That’s funny. It seems instead of putting information in to counter-play the male brain dynamics… the machine ended up downloading information out… but that’s odd, information can’t download into-” he slowly turned around as Amy was waving her arms about, trying to get his attention as he gasped.

He fell back and gripped the edge of his lab desk, his engineering pieces falling everywhere behind him. “Oh, Chaos!” he shouted out, “What… who… Amy?!”

She whimpered…. he whimpered???

Tails shook his head, “That’s impossible.” he turned back to the computer, typed some things in, then shoved the entire keyboard and turned back to walk up to Amy, “How is this possible?!”

Amy frantically tried to place her hands anywhere that wouldn’t be touching her newfound body, “I don’t know, but I care, so fix this and give me back my cute girlish charms.” she was surprisingly trying to keep herself relatively calm but was failing drastically.

“Huh. I think I’m gonna have to reverse the polarity-” Tails looked away for only half a second, but Amy’s now manly hands grabbed at his chest fur and hoisted him up to her/his face.

“Don’t leave me like… This!” Amy used her eyes to gesture to herself.

Her now, baggy, dress fell flat and barely moved with her. With the figure change, so did the clothes…

“A-Amy…” Tails tapped her hands, “You probably have a lot more testosterone in ya then you’re used too! It’s causing you to be violent… just… set me down… deep breaths.” Tails lightly tapped her hand, as though saying ‘uncle, uncle!’ at her new found strength.

She was always strong, but with more muscle and bone mass, she was even more of a destructive powerhouse… probably more than she was used to having.

“O-oh… Deep breaths… right.” she put him down.

Her boyish form moved over to the most reflective surface she could find, gripping her now spiking hair as it wouldn’t fully lay flat–the object she chose was a steel plane cover that had been taken off one of Tails’s earlier planes for refurbishment.

She looked at her mouth, her eyes, the now angled and sharpened three bangs she had.

Nothing looked soft anymore… She wanted to cry but tears weren’t coming.

Why was that?

She looked at her dress, now looking ridiculous on her as it didn’t hold its same ‘hoop’ look. She was like wearing a huge, basketball t-shirt with a tight band at her waist.

She then saw something she never knew she’d like.

Her gentle look.

She was amazed to see that her eyes, although different, still held her emotions well in them.

“I-I’ll fix this, Amy! I’ll do… do something!” Tails was clearly flustered, but had no idea that whilst he talked to himself, Amy began to smile, and flexed in the reflective steel.

“Take your time…” she chimed, registering her voice a little higher than a man would normally carry it. There was some music in her voice, as she made a duck face and turned around, looking at her new–flatter–butt. “Well that’s a shame.” she stated, but then rolled up her dress to see her tail. “Interesting…” she lowered that and let the fabric flop back into place.

She touched her teeth, checking for fangs, before making cute faces and realizing… “You know what, Tails?”

“I’m sorry! I’m really, truly sorry, Amy! This wasn’t supposed to happen…” Still oblivious to her new found discovery, Tails was continuing to work rapidly on his computer.

She side-glanced him, frowned to the side of her face as though deciding not to tell him, and smiled at herself in the reflection. “I look pretty good.” she placed her hands on her hips and grinned brighter.

She tried to sneak away from Tails… but her usual 'hip movement’ now seemed blocky and caused her slow down her steps. 'Do men really not move with a figure-8?’ she was making a lot of discoveries, taking more 'straighter’ steps and realizing that her arms didn’t need to move so much anymore. 'Huh,’ she tilted her head, 'This man-body is well-portioned. I wonder if it’s because I take care of my diet..?’ she continued to move swiftly and stealthily out of Tails’s home.

As she made her way outside, everything still felt the same. 'Wind? check.’ she moved her gloved hand out into the air, then stepped forward. 'Balance? A little different… but not by much.’ she jumped around, “Ya-hoo!” she charged ahead, summoning her hammer, which was now enormously larger than before, and much heavier. “Yikes!” she adjusted her grip with two hands and then spun herself, charging towards a zone to test out her new self.

It was strange, she felt different, but it wasn’t bad?

Besides, she trusted Tails to fix it… after all… he had to fix it… right?

That’s when it dawned on her.

“Hey…” she put her hammer down by her side. “If I’m a boy now… I wonder…” She placed a hand on her chest, and looked excitedly towards what looked like a flash of blue blur…

She grinned, a bit mischievously. “Hmmmm….”

A devious new plan…

Was forged.

Sonic sped by Metal Sonic, goofing around as he placed his two hands to the side of his face, sticking his tongue out, and taunting Metal Sonic on.

Metal Sonic’s engine revved in fury, but Sonic just chuckled and ran through one of Eggman’s collapsing base doors, extremely thick and made of titanium, meaning that Metal Sonic crashed into it–unable to break in time.

With the explosion behind the closed door, Sonic dusted off his hands and made his way back to the zone. “Trashed a wannabe-robot, raced a loser, and… explosions. Yep. Full day, as usual.” he flicked his nose, walking on until almost bumping into somebody.

“Woah!” He stepped back.

Amy had revamped the dress, making it look just like a thrown-over, long t-shirt tucked enough so in that it looked to resemble a lazy attire, but still a boy’s look. She had manipulated her headband into a 'sweatband’ and placed it in front of her bangs, making them swoop back a bit and change her iconic look.

Her spikes now stood more up and pointed outward, mimicking male hedgehogs but still retaining some soft bends towards their crook.

She rolled down her boots to match the dress’s 'baggy’ look and winked to Sonic. “S'up dude!” she coughed, clearing her voice and placing the new designed Piko-Piko Hammer, the much bigger and heavier one too, on her shoulders.

“…Ummm…” Sonic tilted his head, then tapped his foot. “Do I know you?”

“Oh!” Amy grew a bit flustered, but pointed to the heap of robots behind her. “I-I-um, ehem- saw you were chased by some no-good robots and thought I’d help out!” she tried to keep the deeper range on her new voice, but it still came off a bit fake…

“…Uh…huh.” Sonic folded his arms, squinting. “I thought I noticed some robots trailing off at the end there… Thanks! I guess.” He gave the boy a wave and walked up to him, patting his shoulder. “What’s your name, pal?”

Thinking him a fan, Sonic shrugged off the similar and familiar vibe he was getting, and took it as just 'stranger danger’ for a moment.

Amy felt a tinge from the touch, the same excitement she felt before was different now in this body, but it still felt like her heart was giddy. 'Strange,’ she looked at his hand, 'I’m still happy to be around him… but it feels… somewhat different now. But I can still recognize how I feel.’ Amy closed her eyes, relieved that even in her boy body, she could still feel her girlish wonder for Sonic.

“I’m A-” she cut herself off, “I-I mean-” her more feminine tones came out as she took the hammer in front of herself and shifted her eyes about, “Amil… Amil the Hedgehog.” she cleared her voice and tried to keep it at a normal, still deeper than her usual voice.

Sonic raised an eyebrow, feeling something off about this dude and removed his hand. “Ohh… k?” he didn’t feel comfortable with this guy. “You okay there, Amil?”

“Oh! Just excited to meet a real hero! That’s all!” Amy twirled her hammer, attempting to lean on it but it whacked her in the face, “Ow!”

'Geez, I can’t control my own strength!’ She silently cursed her new, muscular body and poofed the hammer away.

“Rrrriight.” Sonic smiled, but a sweat-drop had appeared on the side of his face. “Well, I should be off…” He began to move on, “Take care!”

“W-wa-wait!”

Surprisingly, Sonic did.

Why did Sonic stop when a dude asked, but not when she asked him too?

Trying to play off the fact that she could be mistaken as a young boy, she decided to play the part of an awkward new kid in town. “Mind if I train a bit with you? Fighting robots?” she pointed to the field, having some of Eggman’s robots still littering the zone.

Sonic looked to the boy and then the zone,… after a double-take, he smiled and gave her a thumbs up. “Sure thing, pal! Want to fight along a hero?”

“Absolutely!” Amy’s eyes shined.

She was able to see a different side of Sonic, one more relaxed but still trying to keep up appearances in front of a fanboy… She liked that even though he didn’t know it was her, she could still feel his kindness and friendship towards her.

“Woo! You sure know how to swing that hammer!” Sonic stretched out on a low-riding tree branch, still having his feet planted on the ground, as Amy watched him with happy admiration. “Harder and more violent than someone else I know.” he yawned.

'This is my chance!’ Amy’s eyes lit up at that.

“R-really?” She tried to play it cool, leaning on the branch with her arm up by her head, but it looked way too much like she was leaning into him.

Sonic didn’t notice though, so she quickly grew nervous and moved back to folding her arms and facing forward.

“Yeah, just an old friend.”

She frowned. 'I’m not that old…’

“W-what is he like?” Amy played along, tilting on her heels which … as Sonic adjusted his gloves, made him look down and suspiciously look back up at the boy.

'That’s something Amy does when she’s trying to be sneaky about something…’ he thought, but shrugged it off. 'Amy couldn’t pull off such an elaborate ruse. There’s no way she could hide those long eyelashes, or even glue them down.’ he snickered, but Amy wondered what that was about.

“Not… a boy?” She thought he might be laughing at the fact that she said 'he’.

“Nah, but can rough it out like the rest of us.” he finished adjusting his gloves and smiled back to him. “Hey, Amil. Ever had a girl you liked?”

She felt her whole body shoot up with fire. Strange, as a girl, this felt like bubbled lightning…

“W-w-wh-what do you mean?” She was acting extremely suspicious, and Sonic began to see more and more Amy in this dude…

He narrowed his eyes, 'Is it Amy..?’ he leaned closer. “Yeah…” he smirked, turning his body more towards her, and tilting his head back. “Is that a yes?”

“I-I mean… W-where did this come from?” She grew nervous. 'If I say the truth, he’ll think I’m a dude who likes him or something! I-I-I don’t want to make this awkward for him…’

As the boy looked down, clearly nervous, Sonic decided to play it smooth. He did the exact same stance Amy had pulled moments before, with his arm up and his hand supporting his head as he leaned against the branch, turning more towards her…

“You just seem like the romantic type.”

Amy suddenly felt a strange sensation and grabbed at her stomach, 'Oh my Chaos…’ she sweat nervously, looking up at his face.

With such a clear sign coming off of Sonic, she almost felt like she was about to spit out in a gasped shock, 'WHAT IF HE’S GAY!?!?!?’

Amy moved away, shaking her hands out. “H-aafahsahbah-!!” she couldn’t speak right, her head was reeling. 'Does he know it’s me??! Is he actually flirting with some stranger!? Oh no… what if he is gay!? What if that’s why he’s always so charming and sincere, but never available!?!?’ Amy’s head reeled as she didn’t realize she was blushing in real life… nor keeping up her 'manly facade’ very well.

“Got'cha.” Sonic pretended to 'fire’ with his hand, which he had formed into a gun-like position, and tapped her forehead. “You’re Amy, aren’t ya?”

Her knees wobbled, before she slowly fell to her legs. 'What’s going on!!?!?’ her eyes were wheeling.

“Hahaha! Knew that was you. Nice try, Ames. But there’s no way I wouldn’t notice you.” He waved a finger, thinking himself very clever before…

He picked the bloke up and felt the strange weight difference.

Then…

He noticed the shape of the dude in his arms… the different body suddenly made him drop Amy and speed back.

“What on earth!?” He thought maybe she had chest-binded, but that wasn’t the case now. “Are… Are you not…?” Now Sonic’s head was clearly reeling.

“I-I can explain-” Amy began, but Sonic immediately bowed in apology, then looked away extremely nervous.

“Woah, sorry dude! You act exactly like a friend of mine. I mistook you for a second as her, but you’re clearly not.” He offered him his hand. “Seriously, really sorry! You two have a lot of similarities… hope that doesn’t squash your ego, though. Girls love a man in pink!” he winked, trying to recover from what he thought was a blunder.

Amy’s eyes seemed to shrink, “You… mistook me?” She suddenly burst into laughter.

Sonic felt all his pride dwindle away then, his head hung low and his spirit almost seemed to be escaping the embarrassment by flying out of his mouth, having three spikes in it’s ghostly form to show it was him.

“Hahaha! That wouldn’t be the first time. You’re okay. A lot of people mistake me as looking kinda girly.” She scratched the back of her head, then narrowed her eyes in a smirk, 'Who’s got who?’ she disguised her victorious, devilish laugh as just part of her mocking him. “Anyway, what’s this girl like? Someone special to you? Must be if you think she would dress up just to trick you.” She waited with sparkling eyes as she got up to hear something romantic slip from his mouth again–and this time–no jokes!

Sonic scratched his nose, looking away with a frown. “Well,… she’s a handful. I’ll say that much.”

A shot fired through her heart. She could literally fell it sinking. “W-what?”

“Well, you know girls.” he shrugged then, “Kinda emotional.”

Amy’s eyes bounced down, “O-oh… you think she’s clingy then?” something hard was stopping her from swallowing… something fierce was forming in her fist… was this… rage?

Normally, the first emotion would be devastation, right? Being rejected so openly and bluntly… but that emotion swept by and was immediately replaced with some form of anger and shame.

Was she not good enough?

She dipped her head, darkening out her expression.

“Clingy? I wouldn’t say that. She just gets lonely sometimes… understandable for the lifestyle I live.” He walked by, but Amy grabbed his arm before he moved too much away. “H-huh?”

“Ever thought that maybe that could hurt too?”

Sonic was a bit weirded out again, now thinking this wasn’t–in fact–Amy. “Umm…”

“Maybe she just feels things differently… maybe girls… feel differently about things than you do…”

“Then… I do?” He noticed a strange mix-up in the boy’s speech, and slowly turned back to him. “…Amy..?” he questioned it again, as Amy released his arm.

“There you go again… just cause a dude’s a little more sensitive doesn’t mean he’s a-”

Sonic grabbed her by the shoulders, spinning her around and digging his eyes into her own, studying her.

She tensed up, freezing in place…

“…Tell me, honestly.” He narrowed his eyes, “…Are you in there?”

Amy felt herself let go of the facade, “Tails’s machine changed me… he said he’d change it back, but I wanted to see you…” Finally… there was finally tears forming. Her old emotions kicked in, but violently pushed her.

She grabbed him, a little too strongly, back into her arms and gripped him there. “Being a boy is so confusing!!!” she cried out, her voice turning back into a higher register. “Why can’t I make sense of my emotions anymore!? It’s like, they’re not all at once, they’re different and happening at different times. I don’t like this anymore! I don’t want you to being so chill with men and not me! I want you to be like this and honest without tricking me like I’m something different! WHAAA-HAAA-HAAA!!!”

The signature cry made Sonic’s eyes widened.

“You’re not kidding…” He sweatdropped, moving her away, “A-Amy,… if you really are in a different body now then…”

“But I’m still me.” she sniffed, her usual look suddenly coming through the sharpness of her new, angled features and face. Her hands were bundled up by her chest now, and Sonic could see his memory flash between Amy and the boy standing in front of him now.

“Alright,… Alright, just… take a deep breath.” he was much kinder now, something Amy had missed.

“Why do you and Tails say the same things.” she rubbed her eyes, “Boys can still cry?”

“Of course we can cry.” Sonic smiled, putting an arm around her shoulders and winking into her, moving her towards Tails’s direction. “But let me ask you something… you haven’t… you know..?”

“What?” Amy looked up, quite innocently at him.

“Needed to… well… nature’s calling, or anything… right?”

She gasped, blinking and understanding what he was saying. She put her hands up to her face, “I’ve been holding it this whole time!”

Sonic, again, very awkwardly offered his arms, “Let’s get you Tails… I think you look a lot cuter as a girl, though…” He blinked, rather innocently at her new body, “You’re so much scarier as a boy! You were savage towards those robots!”

“Oh, you.” She fanned a hand out, “I’m still tried from crying. Why do boys tire so easily?”

“What? Women don’t?” Sonic joked, scooping her up.

“We handle it a lot better… cause it’s not all at once.” She stuck out her tongue.

“I guess you can’t really say things like that, Amy.” He began to take off, “Besides… you’ve only been a dude for a half a day, right?”

“R-right.” Amy blushed, embarrassed to be making so many comparisons.

“There’s one thing we can kinda agree on though, right?” Sonic sped up to Tails’s door, then struck a confident, flirty pose. “Boy or girl… I still got it.”

“D'oh! You-!!!”

Amy was changed back, and though glad to pee as she always had, still kinda wished she could have continued talking to Sonic as a boy.

It felt different, but it wasn’t so bad.

(This isn’t really my forte, it’s hard to write these, but Genderbending is fun regardless! I was about to call out a rule that Cutegirlmayra has on you, but I let it slide ;) might not happen in the future tho!)

Fanfiction Entry 608 (x)

[a-panda-reads-act-omega]

ACT OMEGA PART 26

THE 04/14/17 UPDATE

OH BOY HOW DO I WORK THIS DOODAD AGAIN BOY HOWDY I SURE FORGOT ABOUT TUMBLR FOR THE LONGEST FUCKING TIME

Whatever Alright so, I really don’t care enough to try and remind myself of what was going on during the last update so I’m just gonna get started on this one and hope for the best.

Alright so I kinda remember. Aranea just explained a ton of stuffs.

And Vriska isn’t pleased by it.

VRISKA: W8. VRISKA: So... what are you saying exactly? ARANEA: I thought I was fairly clear, 8ut I understand if this inform8tion is too jarring for you to a8sor8. ARANEA: It means that if nothing is done, everything that we know will cease to 8e. VRISKA: ... Everything. Really. ARANEA: Yes, Vriska. Everything. Every ghost. Every horrorterror. Every dream 8u88le, session, and universe. ARANEA: It will all eventually fall into The Pocket and 8e lost. ARANEA: Of course, this ensures that there is no point in time or space to which Lord English can escape. ARANEA: 8ut then again, the same goes for us.

Oh. Well shit. Apparently I was right.

They better get the fuck to work.

VRISKA: ........ ARANEA: If it is any consol8tion, from the perspective of any universes currently nestled inside of Skaia, this is 8usiness as usual. All universe die, and from the moment of the Vast Croak, they contain every instance of that universe and all of their histories at once. The residents of any given iter8tion have no real way of perceiving anything that occurs in this 8roader scope. They are free to live their mortal lives as they would have otherwise. ARANEA: As they say, ignorance is 8liss--a 8lessing that those of us among the dead cannot afford. 8ut the consequences of what we manage to accomplish will reach 8eyond such individual concerns and matter a gr8 deal to the masses yet to even 8e 8orn.

So, as I said.

They better get the fuck to work.

How do you even stop a black hole though? I mean, there’s like real world theories and shit but fuck real world. I already have sort of a theory. If they use The Tumor. Or, a tumor. I forget if that was a beta kids exclusive though, so really who knows if that’s even possible. But supposedly, the tumor has the capability to destroy the sun, so maybe if they could get some other tumor it could destroy the hole.

Why is everybody bein so J U Dgy. Fuck, just LOOK at Kankri back there. So hateful.

ARANEA: I did everything I could to prevent The Pocket from forming. ARANEA: In fact, I spent considera8le time and effort seeking out the Lost Cheru8 for myself. I planned to attempt reasoning with her, to convince her there must 8e some other way. 8ut she was far too elusive, and no doubt too dedic8ed to her cause to have listened if I HAD found her. ARANEA: So in the end, I failed, just as you did. I’m not too proud to admit that.

Well yeah, there was nothing you could ever do to prevent the worst thing possible from happening, that’s sort of a running theme in homestuck. You just kinda gotta. Find a loophole around the consequences.

Pf i forgot about double eyepatch sollux

Also, Wow Feferi sure is sad

ARADIA: i dont know about calling it a failure ARADIA: its just like you said isnt it? ARADIA: this was always bound to happen ARADIA: as i see it this is simply the story reaching its natural conclusion ARADIA: honestly im kind of excited! ARADIA: i had a hunch that this is how everything would end ARADIA: though the added context definitely makes it a lot more interesting

Goddammit Aradia pls take this seriously

FEFERI: So T)(IS is w)(at the )(orrorterrors meant. 38( FEFERI: T)(ey )(ave been w)(ispering about T)(-E -END for quite a w)(ale now. FEFERI: I t)(oug)(t t)(ey must )(ave been talking about Lord -Englis)( ripping t)(em and t)(eir bubbles apart! FEFERI: But t)(is makes muc)( more sense. FEFERI: It’s so )(ard to )(ear t)(eir sad little glubs now! FEFERI: Soon I t)(ink t)(ey will go quiet for good. 38(((

Oh. Well. I guess that’s bad. Yeah, the horror terrors dying is definitely a bad thing. God every time I take a break from liveblogging I lose so much context.

ARADIA: really? then whatever they have to say right now must be important! FEFERI: RIG)(T?! FEFERI: I am trying to listen carefully, but I must be )(earing t)(em wrong! FEFERI: T)(ere was SOM-ET)(ING about... a door?

Well you have a house. Maybe a door’s gonna pop up soon.

SOLLUX: man i’m glad i’m n0t the 0ne hearing v0ices, for 0nce.

I really just love the sassy stance Meenah’s got over there.

ARANEA: Are you sure that’s what they said? ARANEA: A door? FEFERI: Um well it sure did SOUND like t)(at, but t)(at doesn’t make any sense! Does it? ARANEA: What else did they have to say a8out this door? FEFERI: Glub! Not)(ing I can make out yet, sorry! FEFERI: Just... T)(-E DOOR.

Well. HUHM. I dunno, they’re building this up quite a bunch, so I doubt it’s just gonna pop up and they’re gonna walk through it.

OOH! MAybe they can like, seal the black hole in the house Or something

I don’t know

FEFERI: I can keep listening if it’s important. ARANEA: Yes, please do. It is vitally important. ARANEA: That door is likely our 8est 8et at circumventing our current plight! MEENAH: wait MEENAH: a door MEENAH: they couldnt b talkin about the door that showed up on the weaprawn i mean weapon

I mean that seemed obvious to me

MEENAH: right? ARANEA: Actually, I 8elieve that is exactly what they are talking a8out. MEENAH: how the fuck would a DOOR save our asses exactly ARANEA: It’s not a8out the door. It’s a8out what’s 8EHIND the door. ARANEA: If I am right a8out the nature of the juju, then that door could very well lead to another realm entirely, one completely 8eyond the reach of the ever-expanding Pocket. ARANEA: It is the key to everything--the only logical next step to t8ke! ARANEA: Everything is slotting into pl8ce!

Oh boy. Well this should be interesting. I don’t exactly know how that’s gonna stop the pocket but hey we’ll see.

MEENAH: uh... MEENAH: youre losin me serks ARANEA: THINK, Meenah. The story isn’t over yet! ARANEA: The Lost Cheru8 has done her part. We have done ours in activ8ing the weapon. ARANEA: 8ut what of the warriors? The challengers Lord English trapped inside his juju? Where do they come in? MEENAH: uh?? ARANEA: They are through that door! Them and the higher plane they have 8een trapped within for eons! ARANEA: The warriors could 8e w8ing for us to find and free them so they might do their work in repairing the damage the Lost Cheru8 has done. ARANEA: After residing in what could well 8e a macrocosm of infin8 power, surely they have the means to accomplish anything! ARANEA: What could WE accomplish 8y going there ourselves? MEENAH: uhh??? ARANEA: If nothing else, the juju is the only way we can escape the destruction of reality itself! ARANEA: It is the only path to take that leads somewhere ELSE! MEENAH: arane--

It’s probably true. Probably. I dunno. I mean, I’m really curious to just see what’s behind this door already.

oh fuck

What did le do

MEENAH: what the anglin fuck?! ARANEA: It’s already 8egun. ARANEA: Lord English is as aware as I am of the juju’s potential. 8ut it seems his 8est course of action is to aimlessly attack it. Perhaps a 8yproduct of how unsta8le he has 8ecome.

Daddy Caliborn just needs to take a moment to chill. Enjoy a lil ice cream break maybe.

ARANEA: Instead of fleeing The Pocket, he will stu88ornly try to evade his f8 even while facing certain destruction. And 8arring that, he will do whatever it takes to take doom us all with him. ARANEA: He will not rest until the juju is destroyed. May8e he could even 8e attempting to enter it himself! Either way, we CANNOT allow him to take away our last hope!

So what’s the game plan? How do they plan on getting through there with Lord English goin all fuckin berzerk on this poor house.

 MEENAH: ... MEENAH: yeah MEENAH: sure

Have some faith, Meenah.

O h thats a face.

ARANEA: “Sure”? ARANEA: You sound anything 8ut. ARANEA: Don’t you agree with me?

Call me crazy but I don’t think she does.

MEENAH: i mean yeah i guess MEENAH: all this stuff youve been spouting sounds legit MEENAH: maybe ARANEA: May8e. ARANEA: So, you don’t trust me. Is that it? MEENAH: i dunno! MEENAH: i wanna believe you MEENAH: but somefin just smells fishy MEENAH: mostly cause youre gettin kinda MEENAH: weird

To be fair, she’s always acting weird. I think the most worrying part about her behavior is how excited she is to pull this plan off. I don’t really think she’s gonna try to pull off another suicide plan. Worst case scenario, she tries to steal the glory from Vriska.

ARANEA: Weird? ARANEA: Reality is on the verge of collapse, 8ut I’M 8eing WEIRD? ARANEA: Don’t you realize what’s at st8ke?! MEENAH: Y-EA)( i do MEENAH: im just thinkin maybe we otter clear our heads before we bellyflop into anyfin ok geez MEENAH: wait for angelfish over there to synergize with the horrorglubbers or whatever ARANEA: Do you think we have time for that? At any moment, we could 8e erased forever! ARANEA: Don’t you CARE a8out DYING, Meenah?! MEENAH: i...

Nope. She doesn’t. She’s made this clear in the past (Look who’s been doing their Homestuck rereading. It’s me.)

ARANEA: You used to be so dedic8d to staying alive that you were willing to 8low us all up as a last resort! ARANEA: I know that we are all technically living on 8orrowed time. I am AWARE that every moment we’ve spent with our consciousnesses intact was a gift none of us really deserved. ARANEA: 8ut I’m not DONE YET!! ARANEA: I want to continue to exist! Don’t you?! ARANEA: I’ve 8een here for so long, trying to make the 8est of our situation, reaching new heights in skill and understanding, and yet I still...! MEENAH: 38(

Sorry Aranea, but I’m pretty sure Meenah has stopped giving a shit a while ago. Spending a zillion years alive/dead in the dream bubbles would do that to you.

ARANEA: Don’t you want to MATTER, Meenah? Don’t you want all of this to have meant something?! ARANEA: The fact that we were here, that we existed! If everything that ever was and ever will 8e is just going to disappear, then none of it will have ever meant ANYTHING! ARANEA: So please, just trust me! ARANEA: What scheme could I possi8ly have up my sleeve that would 8e worse than the alternative? What more could any of us have to lose?! ARANEA: All you have to do is listen

Yeah- Aranea you’re desperate ramblings aren’t helping to make you seem more trustworthy. You kinda need to CHILL a bit.

Oh my god. Sad mopey Meenah might be one of the best things I’ve ever seen? I wanna feel bAD because I SHOULD feel bad but it’s just too fuNny to look at for some reason.

MEENAH: ... fine MEENAH: whats ur big plan

And she gives in. All sad about it too. Good job Aranea, you made someone who don’t give a shit about nothing sad. S m h.

Goddammit Aranea she finally gives you the chance to explain your plan and you instantly go back to appearing more dramatic than you’ve earned the right to be.

ARANEA: We need to find a way past Lord English. While it might 8e within our a8ilities to defeat him as he is now, it feels to me like too much of a gam8le when so much rides on our success. We can simply lure him away with a proper distraction and deal with him l8er.

Well he’s not known for his brains so that should be easier than it sounds.

ARANEA: Really, the most sensi8le course of action is for me to call 8ack the remainder of the army. ARANEA: Perhaps it would even 8e 8est if I took control of the entire oper8tion? Surely you agree we don’t have time for any more petty squa88les. So long as I have control of the majority of our attack force, it would simply 8e more efficient for me to 8e calling the shots. Time is of the essence, after all.

Fuck yoooouuuu.  But Yeah.  It probably would be smart if You did that. Ahem.

WElp thats the end of this fucking liveblog what a goddamn miracle its finALLY RELEASED NOW PRAISE ME LIKE THE MESSIAH WHOSE RETURN HAD BEEN FORETOLD IN LEGENDS DATING BACK TO BEFORE MAN

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