#i just got to ACT 6: intermission 5!!:D

[charxan]

I really wish there was more dancestor stuff, like offical things idk. i love all the fandom works but it makes me a little sad we dont get to really see any other one besides meenah pretty much, no porrim and no latula and mituna, ect.

[fawniewithorangejuice]

Nightmares - a comfort fic

The hurt/comfort komahina fic no one asked for 😌

Now with

✨breathing exercises✨

As much as Hinata Hajime tried, he couldn't remove his traumatized friends' nightmares. He would have to delete their memories, which he didn't want to do at all.

... but as he saw Komaeda wake up sobbing at 1:47 am, he wished he could just take it away from him.

"Want to talk about it, Pumpkin?"

The fragile boy held onto Hinata as if he was his lifeline.

The brunette didn't mind, he held Komaeda as well, rubbing his back in a comforting manner.

That was Komaeda's favourite pet name by far. Hinata always used it when he wanted the other to calm down, and it helped the lucky student get out of his head.

Sometimes your own head is your biggest demon, after all.

"Hinata-kun, I d-don't..."

The brunette furrowed his brows. As much as he wanted to tell Komaeda how wrong that was, he had to be gentle now.

Which wasn't really much effort, just something to keep in mind.

"You do. You deserve my care."

Komaeda seemed to be hit by those words in all the right places as he sobbed more, he could hardly believe Hinata even loved him - by this point, even he couldn't deny it...

That didn't mean it wasn't difficult for Komaeda to accept genuine care.

Except his parents and some doctors (including the nurse,  Mikan), he can't remember the last time someone was willing to take care of him without any hidden intentions.

"Shh, I've got you. You're okay. We're okay."

Hinata didn't know what exactly Komaeda had that nightmare about, so he hoped he was saying the right words.

And somehow, he usually was.

The white haired boy noticed this ability of his, and couldn't place it anywhere.

One day he even asked Hinata about it.

"How do you always know what to say?"

It was a rhetorical question, but Komaeda was genuinely curious.

He didn't even mean it as a compliment, just wanted to ask Hinata.

... the brunette blushed heavily at the sudden question, obviously taking it as a compliment.

And upon seeing that smile, that flustered face, the lucky student made sure to act like that was his intention... it wasn't at first, but now it sort-of became that.

"H-Hinata-kun..."

"Follow my breathing, okay? You needn't speak."

Komaeda held him tight, burying his face in the brunette's chest.

In turn, Hinata was stroking his back, and ruffling his hair on occasions.

The pale boy gave him a swift nod.

Hinata was always worried about Komaeda, although there were levels of that.

Whenever his boyfriend was upset, his breathing became frantic; Hinata is used to helping him with different methods.

The usual method is the 478, meaning breathe in for 4 seconds, keep it in for 7, and breathe out slowly in 8.

That usually helped Hinata with reducing the threat of his own panic attacks, and he was glad to know he also helped Komaeda with this.

Trying to regulate the lucky student's breathing, Hinata followed the technique.

Having Komaeda on his chest, having him listening to his own heartbeat and feeling how his chest raised and dropped made it three times more efficient than usual.

You can always scroll away, but I want to teach you something :)

          🌺How to battle anxiety ft.🌺

🌺 Hajime Hinata🌺

We're going to inhale for 4 seconds, keep the air inside

for 7 seconds, then exhale for 8 seconds.

I like this technique! But you can always skip to the end of this intermission.

So if you're ready, join me!

Sloooowly breathe in...

Just concentrate on your breathing. Nothing else.

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Feel how the air flows inside your lungs, and also breathe into your abdomen too.

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Now keep the fresh air in. It might help if you put one of your hands over your heart to hear it beating too.

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You're doing great.

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Really proud of you :)

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Aaaand exhale slowly.

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Now the air is slowly flowing out from your lungs...

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Through your mouth...

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Into your space.

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Yay!

I'm really proud of you.

Thanks for being brave :)

Are you feeling a little calmer now?

Well, it's normal if you don't, you gotta do it a couple times.

"Thank you, Hinata-kun."

  🌺How to battle anxiety ft. 🌺

🌺Hajime Hinata🌺

Soon enough, Komaeda was calming down.

Repeating the breathing exercise helped him slow his heartbeat down, he wasn't shaking anymore, and after some further deep breaths, he squeezed Hinata gently by the sides.

He whispered out to the brunette.

Hinata moved himself a little bit, so he could reach over to his boyfriend, and plant a tender kiss onto his forehead.

"You're more than welcome, Pumpkin."

Komaeda nuzzled against Hinata, he loved cuddling him.

He loved holding him, as strange as that was to him.

When it comes to Komaeda Nagito, he could only dream about someone holding him so carefully, so... tender.

As if he himself was precious and special to someone... and he was.

He was special to Hinata Hajime, and the brunette would let him know that a thousand times if needed.

"We should probably sleep now, Hajime. I'm sorry to keep us up so late..."

Hinata shook his head.

"I don't mind at all, so don't apologize, please."

"A-all right... love you."

Komaeda moved the blanket over the both of them a little more. Now that he calmed down and his temperature regulated, he felt a little cold.

Hinata noticed, and he held him tighter in his embrace.

"I love you too, Nagito."

[mikrowrites]

•aaron tveit headcanons•

a/n: aight guys I’m not dead! i haven’t really had the time to write much, but aaron tveit lives in my heart rent free so here’s these dumb kinda specific really long headcanons:

so you both probably met pretty early into aaron’s career

it’s probably safe to say both of you would have the same if not similar careers, broadway and acting

and though aaron was lucky enough to get his big break, you had unfortunately not (yet) and had to wait tables for a couple years after college

(insert waitress/customer troupe here)

you worked at a restaurant close to the theatre district after undergrad and aaron was starring in Hairspray

the boy saw you and was w h i p p e d

would come to the restaurant like 4 days a week

kinda creeped you out ngl

finally got the balls to actually start a conversation and boom: instant friends

and you guys were friends for a while! dumbass and chaotic conversation was a YES

“did you know barcodes scan the white space and not the black lines”

“WAIT WHAT??”

“how many orders of fries would put me in the er?”

“uhhh... 30”

you first caught feelings when aaron invited you to see him as Fiyero in Wicked

was it his amazing talent and charm? or was it his tight pants? you’d never tell

but nevertheless, oh shit! the friends to lovers troupe!

aaron is a manly man™️ and will always say he asked you out first

which is somewhat true, but you always argue the dinner you took him to after that show was the first date

because that’s when you first kissed him

and just like that! he asks you out!

first date is literally a d r e a m

no romantic dinner, no dress and tux

there was wine tho

you and aaron watched a Yankees game and got drunk off your asses laughing and screaming at the tv and annoying aaron’s roommate

did it end with both of you passed out on his couch cuddling? maybe it did

best. first. date. ever.

the second date WAS a nicer one, going out to eat and wandering the streets of New York City

and yes, some dates were ABSOLUTELY a par 9 on a golf course

you didn’t really put a label on your relationship for a while

because aaron’s career began to take off with next to normal and you finally got your big break on a national tour!

it was pretty bittersweet, though

you and aaron had a healthy conversation about your relationship, and decided you weren’t quite dating yet, but still talking. you guys wanted to see if you could manage the whole “gone for months at a time” thing

and you could!

skype, texting, and random 1 am phone calls

one time you feel asleep during one of the calls, and aaron just smiled and watched you sleep (not in a creepy way guys)

when you came back from tour you’d think you had come home from war

he all but tackles you into a hug, and kisses you

“let’s make this work”

so lo and behold! you were dating!

takes you to meet his family on thanksgiving

they love you

attending the tonys together, which was basically the first time you two confirmed a relationship

he said “I love you” first

a couple years would go by, catch me if you can and such, and you make your broadway debut!!

you’re def a triple threat

aaron’s so gushy about it, constantly brags about you

rumor has it he cried watching the opening night, denies it every time

literally glued to you for the entire after party, he’s just seriously so proud and in love awwh

and then he books les miz and graceland

you’re unable to travel to London w him since you’re in your own show, and it hits both of you hard

so what does this mfer do?

it’s the morning he leaves for shooting and you’re dropping him off at the airport

“hey when i get back from filming wanna get married?”

“sure”

totally gave you a little prize machine plastic ring at the airport

you guys are literally SO NONCHALANT about it as everyone around you goes insane

“i’m engaged, i guess”

the internet blows up because they actually can’t figure out if you guys are serious or not

don’t worry, aaron actually proposed properly with a proper ring eventually

you still wear the plastic ring on a chain around your neck for a while tho

you both decide to get an apartment together

domestic couple things

Your neighbors probably hate you from the amount of times you both have “sing-offs”

slow dancing in the kitchen, laundry day, watching football games together gets aggressive

i firmly believe that you aren’t a Dallas Cowboys fan

the biggest fights you have honestly is about the NFL

in all seriousness there is still small conflict every once in a while, but you both are fantastic at communication

attending the oscars with aaron

“yeah but lOoK aT mY BeAuTiFuL FiAnCeE”

you’d be lying if watching the oscars performance didn’t turn you on a bit

but ANYWAYS

you guys get married!

it’s definitely not a huge fancy wedding, just friends and family

you know for a FACT he’d sing “marry me a little” at the reception he so would

you guys dance all night

it’s adorable, his hand literally never leaves yours

you end up with a sinus infection from all the cake frosting he smears on your face

aaron felt really bad for it, so like a good wife you hold it over him for eternity

“remember that time we missed our flight to Belize because we were in the ER-“

“OH MY GOD—“

went to Belize to honeymoon eventually anyways

aaron was very much like that one john mulaney sketch

“that’s my wife!”

“hey! have you met my wife yet?”

“i love my wife”

life goes on for you two, you remain hopping from broadway show to show

aaron ends up working on his acting career more

lots of time apart, but that just makes the time together more precious

adorable phone contact names

“wifey❤️” and “hubby❤️”

you were on set a lot for rehearsals of Grease Live

you actually helped assist in some of the choreography from time to time

impromptu golf cart rides

and you get to watch it live! like, you were AT the carnival on the set!

you’re just really proud of your mans :,)

family and friends keep pestering you both to have kids

so you adopt a dog (MILES BBY I LOVE YOU)

also as a side note, you love Braindead

you laughed HYSTERICALLY during the salami sex scene

aaron filmed it and posted it on twitter

fast forward, you get offered to help choreograph a new show! woah! and you’d get to swing for it!

it’s super top secret tho, and you literally cannot tell aaron

you do eventually relent the information that you’re working on a new show, and the man doesn’t pry. he’s respectful like that.

you meet the team, and boy you are IN LOVE

auditions are fun, creating the choreo is exhilarating

you don’t hear about casting much at all tho

so when aaron walks into the studio you both immediately freeze

“wait what the f—“

“I KNEW IT!”

yup. you both were working on Moulin Rouge! and had NO clue

you both share (1) braincell

the lab went great, and soon you were on your way to Boston!

you HATE aaron’s longer hair, mostly because he won’t let you mess with it >:(

he eventually relents, and you teach him the secrets of “the man bun™️”

you also braid it a lot

“ow!”

“stop being a pussy about it”

or

“your hair’s the money maker don’t make me shave it in your sleep”

performing with your husband is a dream

sneaking looks on stage

aaron calls your frustrated choreo-instruction voice “mom voice” and the rest of the cast picks up on it

“no, it’s 7, 8! Up on 3, down on 5, 6, spin 7,8!”

“ok, mom!”

“SHUT UP, AARON!”

then broadway!!

the ricky-aaron lives

you had to go on for nini one performance and ricky teased aaron ALL DAY

you were totally in on it too

but aaron isn’t really the jealous type. he knows you are so in love with him, the same way he is in love with you

so basically he knew it was all fun and games

shenanigans backstage

one time during intermission you convinced aaron to give you a piggyback ride the ENTIRE 15 MINUTES

“hey aaron nice backpack”

small talk between scenes

like aaron would be sprinting to his next cue and you’d just

“i’m ordering domino’s for dinner pepperoni or sausage?”

“PEPPERONI!”

you both drink too much iced coffee, like people are actually concerned for you both

neither of you are party-ers really, but you can GET DOWN

i am convinced aaron can cook

like if he’d have a day off, you’d come home from an evening performance with a cooked meal and two wine glasses

never candles tho

not after the valentine’s day incident

BUT TO SUM IT ALL UP

y’all are cute :,)

[m39]

Homestuck 11th anniversary/413 AKA Why I have more tolerance towards the Epilogues

WARNING!

THIS TEXT IS OVER 1.5 THOUSAND OF WORDS LONG!

Enjoy.

EH MAH GERD! E EASTIT MOON BUCKETS!

Wait…

EH MAH GERD!!! E HAMSTEAK BORTH TOOT!!!

And only on this time of year, when we have two holidays, we can talk about the thing that everyone in the Homestuck fandom loves: The Epilogues! :D

Everyone is pointing a gun at you.

OH FUCK!!

You duck behind your desk while everyone else is shooting.

JESUS TAP DANCING CHRIST!!! CALM YOUR ASSES DOWN!!!!!

10 minutes later. You check out of you can stand up.

H-hello?

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Can I talk now??

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PERFECT!!

As you can see, today is not only the 11th anniversary of Homestuck but also the 1st anniversary of its Epilogues. Now, imagine one year ago, you were waiting almost 2.5 year for the Epilogues (three years if you don’t count Credits). You wanted to know the answers to many questions such as: Is Lord English defeated once and for all? What happened to that post-Retcon worthless c8nt who lost all of her character development? Is Terezi going to be okay? etc. Sure you got some supplementary stuff like the 1st act of Hiveswap (after like 5 years after its announcement, despite all of its development problems), Friendsim (that visual novel that detailed characters that will appear in later acts of Hiveswap), you read some fanfics like Cool And New Web Comic (personal opinion: very fucking good) and Vast Error (I didn’t read this one but I heard it was good and many people behind it are working with the WhatPumpkin team and on the other official Homestuck shit), there were some official snapchat photos and while those were very good, you knew that they will mean nothing when the Epilogues will drop in. And they finally does, on the Homestuck’s 10th anniversary no less. So you click on The Homestuck Epilogues, happy and excited as fuck and the first thing you see is… an introduction page ripped straight out of AO3.

You earn what can be basically described as a punch in the face where the metaphorical fist is filled with confusion. But it doesn’t end here. Then you notice something more disturbing in content warning and characters:

Rape? Abuse?? Existential Crisis?!? OC?!?! Polyamory?!?!?! GENDER TRANSITION?!??!?!?!?! BARACK! FUCKING!! OBAMA?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?

Like what in the actual fuck is happening?!!

Then you read the Prologue and you are like: Uhm… Okay. It’s not that bad at all, like, far from it. Maybe that AO3 page is just a joke? Everything will be alright right? RIGHT?!?

Then one week later Hussie (with help of some people) drops two nukes on fandom and it all goes to hell. No seriously, it’s like Hussie built Little Boy and Fat Man expies titled Meat and Candy, dropped them on fandom in which the centers of explosions were Dirk’s and Jane’s fandoms respectively and delivered some of the biggest Broken Base effect in Homestuck after like Act 6. Nothing was the same after that. Everybody were fighting each other over who was right, people didn’t even know what was canon anymore and even up to this date people are still misgendering Roxy for fucks sake (it’s not even that hard to remember it: she/her for the Alpha Roxy and her Candy counterpart and he/him for the Meat one; come on man)!

From what I’ve (mostly) seen on Tumblr, most of the Homestuck fans hates it to the bones. Only some individuals actually like them and I happened to be one of those people who likes the Epilogues.

Everyone is pointing a gun at you. Again.

OH COME ON MA-

One hour later.

CAN I FINALLY TALK WITHOUT ENDING UP FUCKING HANGED?!?

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Bogan: y̵i̸s̷.̵.̶.̶

THANK YOU!

Now, I don’t really care who likes the Epilogues and who doesn’t. Everyone has different opinions. But something tells me that the Epilogues (at least here on Tumblr) are overhated. Like, sometimes, the negativity towards the Epilogues is so big that it makes me feel like I was in Star Wars fandom. And when fandom starts to look like the Star Wars one, you know you are in deep shit.

But you might be thinking by now: Dude, where are going with all of this shit?! Well my dear… uhm… pickles? The point of all of this is that I want to share something with you. And that is the reason. The (main) reason why I (in worst case) have more tolerance towards The Homestuck Epilogues than most of the people (on Tumblr).

When I started writing this long as fuck text I thought that I would easily give more reasons, in other words, give like 3-4 points why I like the Epilogues. But then again it’s better said than done because most of them are connected to this fact:

THE. EPILOGUES. ARE. MOSTLY. NOT. CANON.

This is the reason why I like them, why I can tolerate them. The Epilogues are mostly happening in two new timelines, different from the Alpha one. It’s even stated (or at worst implied) by Jade in Homestuck^2’s 6th chapter that the Meat timeline (and also possibly the Candy one) is not the Alpha one:

The reason why the Epilogues are mostly not canon is that the characters from the Alpha timeline (Terezi, Vriska, Aradia, Sollux, Alt!Calliope etc.) make an appearance in one of the timelines (some of them in both).

Some people who hate the Epilogues stated that it RUINED some of the characters no matter if they liked them or not. That’s kind of… over-the-top because characters that are not from the Alpha timeline are clearly in some cases not the same ones that we know as I see it (at least in case of Neo-Condesce and Doc Strider) as a fuck you towards those fanfics that like to shove Ron the Death Eater and Character Derailment tropes down our throats because some fanfic creators didn’t like some of the characters from the original work.

In other words: Almost all of the characters from the Alpha timeline are the same characters as we know at the very end of Homestuck.

There are still lesser things that I find myself enjoying in the Epilogues:

-          The writing is on a very good level and when it’s pissing someone of it’s not from incompetence,

-          Post-Retcon Vriska actually gets some actual character development instead of ending up as a useless piece of shit that only insults everyone who achieved much more than she ever would (I mean it took (at least) almost 4 years for this to happen but still),

-          The fact that behind Neo-Condesce’s and Doc Strider’s turn to evil is some actual sense, like with the former one it was mind manipulations in her childhood (not to mention the literal mind control by Post-Scratch Meenah) and the latter one (in order to become ultimate) ending up absorbing some of the versions of himself that are basically a massive shitheads (like Bro, Hal, even Caliborn counts),

There are still other pros that either I can’t remember or they are too minor co count.

Does all of this mean that the Epilogues are flawless? PFFFFFF! Of course not. Nothing is perfect. There are some stuff that I don’t like.

The biggest one is that the Epilogues are sometimes overcrowded with so many words detailing every single thing that it actually becomes a slog to get through even one chapter (but then again, this is the reason why I don’t enjoy reading books). Sure, the original comic is like almost thrice as long as the fucking Lord of the Rings in case of the dialogue but it has pictures and animations to be more pleasant for the eyes. Which leads to another con: No. Fucking. Pictures. If I want to look for the details, then at least show me something else than words. Every fucking time I must look at dozens of words describing the most minuscule thing in the novel I’m like:

Also in terms of enjoyment I prefer the Meat Epilogue over the Candy one. When some people say that this book is a big, steaming pile of sadness and depression, at least the Meat part tells you from the start what kind of tone it’s going to have. The Candy part? Not so much. First it’s all happiness, (almost) everyone is happy, birds are happy, clouds are happy, nothing but happiness. And then you get punched in the gut, smashed into the ground and getting kicked over and over and over for so long that when the kicking finally stops it feels like 15 years passed by that time. And just to add up, the pacing in Meat is better than in Candy.

I’m going to piss you off even more but there are moments in the original Homestuck that are more cringe/rage inducing than some of the most painful ones from the Epilogues, particularly the intermissions in Act 6 Act 6 (DON’T GET ME STARTED ON WHAT HAPPENED TO BOTH SERKETS I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD).

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Hey you.

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Are you still reading this?

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GOOD! Because you have reached the end of this long ass post that will get one like MAX. You know, like my other long ass posts. LOL AM I RIGHT?!?!

Jokes asides, we had a wild ride since the last 413. The Epilogues (despite what they are) gave us the answers to the biggest questions that Homestuck left for us, we got Pesterquest, the sequel to Friendsim that concluded the history of the MSPAReader (until another sequel -_-) and, of course, we got the official sequel to Homestuck, over 10.5 years later from the original comic’s debut. So, fuck ton of stuff throughout a year for me.

As for the Epilogues, look, I can, in some way, understand that some of you want to stay at least 10 km away from them but it has been a year (well technically almost a year) since they were published on the Homestuck’s official website. It might be a good time to read them once more. Without all of that hype they have built for 2.5 years after the credits. From the different perspective. Maybe even (and I dare to say it) right after yet another re-reading of Homestuck. Either way, remember that in most cases you can give someone or something another chance.

Before I’ll finally end this I must call out some of the more rabid Epilogues haters:

STOP TREATING THE ORIGINAL, ALPHA JANE THE SAME WAY AS A FUCKING NEO-CONDESCE!! THOSE TWO CHARACTERS ARE DIFFERENT CHARACTERS!! SAME WITH ALPHA DIRK AND DOC STRIDER!! MAKE UP YOUR FUCKING MIND!!! STOP ACTING LIKE A BUNCH OF 12 YEAR OLD BRATS!!!

You are on your last breath.

Tha… that’s it! I’m done… wheeze S… See you next time. B-Bye now! Imma… Immabouttopffffffffffffffffffff-

You fall down on your floor after over 1.5 thousand words of talking. Suddenly you feel urge to check Twitter. You see that Homestuck^2 has just received another update. Roundabout starts playing in the background.

What?! And what is thi- PART ONE?!?!?! Oooooooooohhhhhhh ffffuuuuuuUUUUUUUU-

<--- TO BE CONTINUED

[blaperile]

Homestuck^2 - Diamonds, Dames and Dads (Part 1) - Reaction

Diamonds, Dames and Dads.

Yeah, there's pretty much NO WAY this isn't going to be about Dad Crocker and DD, presumably to bridge the gap between when Dad went through the fenestrated window and when he ended up at the bar, sharing handcuffs with DD.

The question is, who is the "Dame" in this scenario? Is it Jane? Not necessarily that she appears in this story, I don't think she will, but just that she is the Dame that Dad is looking for.

Who would the other options be? In terms of Dames we know, I could only think of Snowman, Hysterial Dame, or Nervous Broad.

I wonder who else might show up in here. The rest of the Midnight Crew? Problem Sleuth and the gang?

And let's see if Dad indeed 'recognizes' DD as the person who kept him prisoner on Derse.

Page 1:

Heck yeah, here we are in Midnight City again!

Hmm, the next command "Hours ago, but not many". What does that mean? Before the arrival of Jasprose, Dad and the others in this world?

Or have they already spent multiple hours over there?

Page 2:

Is that Dad all the way at the end of the street, or is it just a lamppost like the ones more up front in the street?

Pfff, so it ISN'T actually always midnight over here.

Alriiiiight, that means it's still possible for this to be Alternia during the time of the Exiles, hahaha. And then this could be an actual prequel to the events of the original Intermission with the Midnight Crew and The Felt.

Page 3:

HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT

THIS IS NOT DD FROM THE PAST

THIS IS FUCKING DD FROM "NEXT WEEK".

The DD who got punched straight into his groceries next week and never got killed during the Midnight Crew Intermission!!!!!!!!

Oh man, for YEARS I argued that the other members of the Midnight Crew could show up again someday, because they weren't actually killed.

DD got punched into next week, HB got put inside a horse calendar, and CD... it's more unclear there what actually happened, if Spades Slick actually moved to another timeline or if CD actually got killed by Slick breaking the vault?

Anyway, as time went by and they never showed up, I just assumed that was it... they'd never show up anymore.

But now... now we know DD's still alive!!! It's pretty unclear what the specifics are of the timeline, whether Slick moved to another timeline that resulted in the universe's death, or if DD got moved into another timeline by being punched "into next week".

But I don't care right now, all that matters is THAT HE'S FUCKING BACK.

And without anything to do now that Spades Slick is gone. He doesn't specifically mention the other members of the Midnight Crew, so for now that remains up to imagination.

But holy shit, I'm so glad to see his return.

And I'm incredibly curious what's in store for him.

It's just a shame he'll never get to see Slick again.

Page 4:

Oh man, Dad's literally bringing in the light into this place.

I wonder what he's going to do now. Is he just going to ask people whether they've seen Jane? Is he going to order a drink? Is he coming straight for DD because he might recognize him? Is he going to play the piano???

Page 5:

I always really liked those narrations where it's basically dialogue.

A true trademark of the Midnight Crew, hahaha.

I wonder what's going to happen to DD after this story? He's got nothing left in this place for him, so is he going to join Dad eventually to come to Earth? :O

Page 6:

God I really love the way these pages are drawn.

Hehehe, yeah, figures that Dad would still have a lighter on him.

Page 7:

Ooooh, Dad's got the newspaper clipping with him! That's pretty clever, it's definitely a recent picture of Jane to use.

Oh boy, Dad's not going to be happy that DD's describing Jane like that.

Page 8:

Awwww yeah.

Man I love the art style here.

And all this "dialogue" for Dad!

Page 9:

Ahahahahahaha!

I was starting to think we weren't going to address the similarities between Diamonds Droog and Draconian Dignitary.

I love how he's not at all impressed by this fact, due to all his experience with timetravel with The Felt.

But yeah, Dad probably recognized DD the moment he walked in, and immediately addressed him for that reason.

Hehehe, even if we don't get any other details about what exactly Dad thought of the other DD, this interacftion is golden.

"Well, that certainly sounds like you". I can't. xD

Page 10:

Niiiice! DD's gonna take the job. 'cause he's literally got nothing else to do, and he probably already respects Dad somewhat for his classyness.

Just look at what the other DD thought of Dad, hehe.

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"Slightly sexually-charged eye contact" Holy shit, summon the Dad/DD shippers. 0_0

Wait, who's the guy that DD knows? Is it Problem Sleuth?

If the things we've seen before with the Midnight Crew and Problem Sleuth ARE canon to this timeline, then that means there's somewhat of a rivalry between them, no?

Or maybe that's changed, now that DD's lost his crew.

Hmmm, HAS DD been looking for someone? Maybe he did ask for the help of Problem Sleuth to see if he could track down whatever happened to Spades Slick?

Maybe if they really do end up going to Problem Sleuth, he'll tell them about what the flash of pink light he saw when Jasprose just arrived.

Oh man, Dad's got some real SASS up in him. I love how he's not afraid to speak his mind to DD, at all.

There's just so many cool things happening here with these bonus stories. They're bringing back some characters who haven't appeared in ages (Problem Sleuth and the rest of his gang, DD, and to a lesser extent Jasprose, Dad...), and finally confirming some old theories I'd never thought would come up again.

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Oh HELL yes, there's Problem Sleuth!

DEFINITELY implying that Dad and DD will be coming to him.

I mean, we hadn't even seen him before in this story, only in Catnapped.

Heh, things are a little bit different to last time we saw him, in Catnapped. The lights are out, he's hiding in his fort, and the train is now out of the vault and standing on top of the vault.

Heh, and apparently he shot the wall at some point.

Oh PS, gotta love your antics.

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PFFFFFFFFFFF, oh my god. The door isn't even actually locked. That's hilarious.

It's like how in Act 1 John stayed forever in his room even though he wasn't actually locked up in there.

Page 14:

Here they are!!!! :D

Holy shit, this is incredible. There's probably going to be a part two to this at some point, seeing as Dad and DD aren't handcuffed to each other yet.

But man, this is so cool... I never expected prior to reading Catnapped we'd ever see Problem Sleuth again, let alone as more than a short gag.

Yet here we are.

Hell. Fucking. Yes.

I can't wait to see where this goes next.

[jetsandbennie]

I was wondering if maybe you could do a really really smutty bit where Brian uses toys and is being degrading but is very sweet during the aftercare? I also absolutely love your page!!!

wow i’m a whore for this concept. thank you love! alos like i know obviously these types of vibrators didn’t exist way back when but it’s fiction so we can all pretend. 

“Can’t believe how you acted tonight.” 

Brian’s voice was a hiss in your ear, his knee between your thighs. You were desperately attempting to grind your aching core against him, needing some sort of friction, but bloody fuck, his grip on your hips was too tight for you to do anything.

“Running off to the bathroom like a damn whore, getting yourself off.” he leaned in and nipped your earlobe, smirking at your whine. “I could see it in your fucking face when you got back to the table.”

“Not my fault you were teasing me all night. A bloody vibrator, really. I’m sure they could see in my fa - fuck, Brian!” you hissed as he grabbed the front of your dress, ripping it to reveal your bare chest. “Fuck!”

He pulled the rest of your dress of your shoulders, exposing your breasts to him, and his eyes met yours in a glare. “No bra? I’m sure Rog was salivating.”

Brian brought one hand up and groped your left boob, squeezing almost to the point of pain, and you whimpered out desperately. You leaned in and rested your forehead against his shoulder, breathing heavily. He continued, working on bringing the rest of your dress until it pooled around your ankles. “Was gonna reward you if you could contain yourself but - well.”

The vibrator he’d fixed on you earlier had been dropped to the ground. Getting the small toy off your clit had been like a breath of fresh air, one that had been snatched away as soon as Brian turned back on you.

“Sorry, daddy,” you murmured, continuing to attempt to ride his knee, and he tutted gently. “Couldn’t - couldn’t help myself.

“I bloody know you couldn’t.” his hand on your chest relaxed, and you breathed out heavily. “Disappointing. Thought you were better than that, but -” he ran his hands down your back to your thighs, and he tapped them twice. An unspoken invitation for you to jump, and you did, wrapping your legs around his waist. You were nude except for your panties, dress discarded on the ground, and Brian’s hands trailed up to your ass as he supported you. “I have a few punishments to think of for you. You know that?”

Brian kicked the dress before turning and making his way down the hall to the kitchen. You wrapped your arms around his neck and tightened your legs around his waist, lips against his warm neck.

“What are you gonna do, daddy?”

“Reckon 8 spanks or 10? What’s best for a little slut like you?”

You dropped your head to his neck, whining softly. “Is none a good answer?”

“10 it is.”

Brian planted you on your feet before turning you around, pressing down on your back and bending you right over the table. You squeaked out - you felt utterly exposed even with your panties on, but you knew they’d be gone soon.

Sooner than expected, really, as your normally-loving boyfriend dropped to his knees behind you, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your knickers and slowly bringing them down. The crotch area - damp with your arousal - stuck slightly to your pussy but with enough pressure they dropped, and like your dress they pooled at your feet. Brian lifted one foot at a time and pulled them off of your legs, reaching an arm up to rest them next to you on the table.

He brought his lips to the backs of your thighs, kisses soft and wet against your skin, and you moaned quietly. His lips trailed up to the globes of your ass, and he used one hand to knead the soft skin before moving his head again, this time to your cunt. He brought his mouth in and dragged his tongue along your folds. You couldn’t see his smirk as you cried out, gripping the table as he stuck his tongue out, inserting it into your core, thriving off of your reactions.

“Fuck, Brian -”

“What?”

“Daddy.”

He pulled his mouth off of you and your knees nearly buckled at the loss, dropping your head onto the table underneath you. Brian stood and then stepped away from your back, and you could hear shuffling behind you. Just as you turned to look Brian was back, holding something you couldn’t see, and you felt wetness rush to your core at the mystery of it all.

Brian pressed the foreign object to your ass, and you could immediately recognize the texture - the amount of time you’d spent in the kitchen, using that exact wooden spoon to make dinner or bake a cake. You’d never consider it being used like this. You didn’t reckon you’d ever be able to use it again.

Your boyfriend brought the spoon into the air and then back down on your backside, and you jumped, crying out. The pain was red hot and aching, and you found that your breath was already more laboured than before.

“What’s the safe word?” Brian lowered his lips to your ear, breath hot against your skin. His hair tickled the sides of your face and your neck, and you tilted your head slightly to meet his lips - he moved away before you could.

“R-red.”

“Good. Keep count for me, now.”

In quick succession he brought the spoon down three more times, and in the small intermission between each spank you cried out a number.

“2!”

“3!”

“4!”

“Fuck, baby.” Brian rested the hand holding the spoon against your back, bringing his hips forward so you could feel the obvious bulge in his jeans. You knew he wouldn’t be able to last long without burying himself inside of you, but the question was how long? Long enough to finish your punishment? “So fucking hot here like this, you know that? I’d love to be fucking you right now, not spanking you against the table. Too bad you had to be a whore.”

Another whack.

“D-Daddy - fuck - 5.” your moan was low and your ass was already aching yet you were just halfway through. You were practically dripping, juices coating your inner thighs and you felt like you would combust if he wasn’t fucking you soon. “So wet, daddy.”

Another.

“That’s 6, love,” Brian murmured before you could, and then he hit another and you squeaked out 7. “Could’ve been over after this one, you know.” He brought the spoon down two more times, once on each of your cheeks, and you moaned out, muscles quivering. “Fuck. Fuck, so hard for you, angel, you know that?” And he ground his boner against you more, using one hand to grasp at your hips, pulling you ever so slightly back against him.

“God, fuck!” he hit you with the spoon one more time and you screamed out the 10 and then Brian threw the utensil to the ground, moving both hands to your waist and turning you around, his lips on yours before you could process it. Your hands flew to his hair, hooking a leg around his waist, and when he pushed you back so you were sitting at the table you noticeably winced at the pain in your ass.

“Gonna fuck you so bloody hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” your hands went to Brian’s zipper, and his joined yours, tugging his throbbing cock free of its confines. He didn’t give you any sort of warning before sliding inside of you, your slickness providing the perfect lubricant for him. “E-Everyone’s gonna know who did this to you, huh? Everyone.”

You nodded, burying your face into his neck as he pulled himself out before ramming into you again, his thrusts intense yet without any sort of rhythm. Both of you were so desperate for each other that you knew you’d cum within minutes and it seemed like Brian wasn’t too far off already.

“Oh god, daddy, fucking me so good. Shit, oh my - “ Brian moved his head to your breasts and took one of your nipples in his mouth but with the incessantly fast paced thrusts, he accidentally let his teeth scrape against your nipple and your back arched into his lips. Your hands, still in his hair, tugged violently, and he groaned out.

“God, angel, so bloody tight around me.” his voice was low, desperate, and you could feel your orgasm building up already. “You gonna cum for me, baby?” He replaced his lips on your nipples with his fingers, the other trailing down to your clit, and his mouth worked on sucking a dark purple hickey into the side of your neck, right where anyone could see. “Cum around my cock, baby. Cum for me.”

It only took a few small circles on your clit for you to erupt. You writhed beneath him, sobbing out, as you came violently, legs spasming and cunt clenching around his length. He reached up and grabbed your wrist as your fingers in his locks tightened to the point of pain, and you knew he was close by the way his pace started to stutter. You reaching your climax almost always pushed him over the edge.

Your hands dropped from his hair, nails digging into his back as he cried out, hips pulling away from yours as he knew he was about to cum. His hand worked over his cock and it only took a few pumps before he spurted over your stomach, the white liquid warm against your skin. Your breasts heaved as you looked down, watching him paint an abstract painting with his cum, and you swallowed thickly as he collapsed over you.

The two of you were silent for a moment, stuck in your post-coital haze where nothing else mattered. Then Brian murmured, “Are you alright?”

You nodded, bringing two fingers up to his head to play with a strand of his hair. “Worn out.”

“I’m - I’m gonna run us a bath, darling. How does that sound?”

You looked up at him, a smile adorning your features, and then you leaned up to kiss him lightly. “Sounds perfect.” A beat. “Daddy.”

[aetherspoon]

The Dining Campaign, Act 1 Structure / DM Notes

I had decided to plan this campaign in terms of Acts.

Act 1 was, effectively, the party getting to know each other, starting to explore a new land, finding a new home, and convincing others that this is the Best Place. It took 15 adventures, ending three weeks ago as of when I’m posting this write-up. Below the cut is my general planning notes and so on, a sort-of behind-the-curtain approach. No worries about spoilers now, since the act is finished and I’m only talking about things that have been revealed.

I planned on 6-8 adventures, for reference. There’s been a lot of challenges with this campaign, and I wanted to talk about them. The issues (and some solutions) are in the next post.

Act 1 Structure

Basically, my general outline looked like this:

Introductions -> Exploration -> Players get bored and return to typical adventuring -> I plan out the rest then.

I seriously doubted that my players would enjoy exploring what is basically a new world. My whole initial plan was that I’d do the prep work for that new world, but also have a bunch of things in there in case the players had an Ooo Shiny moment. That... happened, but not in the way I was expecting. That’s good - I think 5 of the 6 players are really enjoying this exploration-focused campaign, and the sixth is still fine with it.

Once it became clear that they wanted to play in my sandbox, my outline changed to this:

Introductions -> Exploration -> Conflict -> Planning -> Return -> Conflict -> Vote.

That’s at least close to how things ended up. In reality, it looked like this:

Introductions -> Exploration -> Exploration -> Return -> Conflict/Planning -> Vote

Rails

Let’s talk about that dreadful DM trick of putting people on rails. I... really don’t do that. I put in some guidelines that I recommend you don’t cross, but that’s about it. What I mean is that my adventure planning doesn’t go “all right, they will do X, then they will do Y, then Z happens, then...”

It goes like this, and this is a summarized snippet from my actual prep:

Players have said that they want to continue on to another potential city site, Site C.

Site C has a lot of personal hazards involved - remnants of an old demonic biomunitions factory, leftover mimics all over the place, and a few other things they didn’t actually find.

Threats to them directly are minimal - they’ll generally succeed as long as they don’t fiddle with things.

When they fiddle:

Weaponized Coconuts act like a very strong cannon blast. Can potentially KO (but not kill) the weakest party member.

Mimics will eat them alive if they get the drop.

They won’t send the mage to open a door like that, so that should be fine.

There is an underground Thieves’ Den that has some useful things in it. They won’t find it without thoroughly investigating.

Gateway to Lem. If they do investigate enough, they’re almost certainly going to stumble over it. Lem’s been waiting for a while, after all. See NPC page for Lem.

If they leave early / conflicts nearby:

Nearby forest has spiders and a Nightmare in it. They already know about the spiders and will probably figure out the Nightmare.

Mountains to the east make it unlikely they’ll want to travel that way. If they do, <spoilers here>.

They can continue on to Site D. See notes for Site D.

If they dawdle too long:

Rain will occur in two more days. While no longer EvilRain, it still poses a threat to the party by virtue of it being a mini-monsoon.

Creatures will escape the worst areas, going through Site C, so they’ll probably start getting into conflicts here.

See what I mean? The players are the ones who told me what they were going to do (at the end of the previous adventure) and all I’m doing is working around them planning-wise. They’re free to leave at any time and I’ll adapt, but there are some geographic clues in that this is the region they want to be in. It isn’t Railroading as I have no idea what they’re going to do (although I’m pretty good at predicting it), but it isn’t a complete free-form game either; I know they’re not going to want to spend the time going through mountains, so that’s effectively a barrier to them for the time being.

This is one of the areas of GMing that I’ve been praised on, and I’ve generally followed a similar pattern with respect to rails vs. sandbox ever since. This particular game is a bit more sandboxy than my normal, but that’s part of the premise.

Conflicts

I’m... not so great with D&D combat. In fact, due to time issues (see my next post), I’m not so great at combats as a whole. My games usually average a combat every other adventure, and this one had six combats in fifteen adventures. However, that’s not the only type of conflict.

As the PCs already know, there are eight groups of people investigating Dis. Each group of people are separated out a bit... except for one pair. The PCs are one member of that pair, and there is another group that they were pretty much inevitably going to encounter.

They weren’t going to be hostile, but potentially unintelligible and were probably going to cause some problems if they weren’t addressed early enough. What I didn’t know was how they were going to resolve it - after all, this was like the third adventure or something.

The conflict mentioned is that a parade of Water Elementals were going through the river right next to the party as one of the “events” that was going to happen within the first few days the PCs were on Dis. I rolled to see which day it would happen, and it happened on day one or two (I can’t remember which now). No one in the party knew Aquan, but someone did know Tongues... on both sides of the groups, as it turned out. They ended up initiating conversation and talking with a random water elemental, who eventually directed them to their so-called leader, a djinn of some variety.

The party was quite diplomatic (not too surprising in hindsight) and the two groups are generally on friendly terms with each other. Without that first encounter though, they were going to be royal pains in the neck of the party throughout the first act (and likely beyond). Basically, my players are really good at avoiding conflict when feasible, and I always like to make multiple options on how to resolve something possible.

The other major conflict that I knew was going to happen was back in the city. As the PCs are now aware, there is something fishy going on in the City-State, and at least some of that fishiness has to do with Necromancy. There were several potential events that the players would end up seeing throughout the city when they returned, and they hit the nasty one right off the bat.

There is also the whole Bertrum thing (that I knew was going to be an end-of-act boss, unless if they abandoned the whole Homestead plot entirely). I figured that one would end in combat, although I was surprised that they didn’t pick up on the hints a bit earlier.

All other conflicts that they were working through? Yeah, those were all improvised or just “hazards” planned, like the above. These three were the only ones that were planned from the beginning and everything else was going to be based on how the PCs did things. They... wanted to explore. So I let them explore.

Exploration / World Building

Oh boy did they explore. They actually explored pretty much the entire region I had expected them to explore throughout acts one and two, which is a majority of the reason why it took longer than I expected. They found two very powerful entities that they’re seemingly on friendly terms with, they’ve discovered the prior mentioned water elementals, they’ve looked at all of the potential city sites I had spotted out ahead of time in their little region of Dis... really, they hit all of the high points (and several of the detailed points). A lot of this I prepped well in advance; I had the regional map completed by the end of the third adventure and I have a less-specific world map completed by the fourth.

I enjoy world building, and I got the distinct idea that the players enjoyed it as well.

One thing I’m a bit disappointed in is the general lack of wonder as how weird Dis really is to them. Mion (the world that everyone in the party came from) exists on the inside of a cube world. The stars and planets seen from Mion are rips in space that allow them to see outside of the cube, and the sun is a giant heat source that sinks into the waters to the east and west on a daily basis. Dis, on the other hand, is a much more realistic world - round world, orbits a star, etc. Problem being, that’s what is “normal” to the players, so I think that fell a bit flat. My fault.

Progression / Rewards

This campaign is a bit lighter than normal in terms of rewards. Mostly because they were out in the middle of nowhere and the rewards were things they’d find. No one was paying them (yet) to do this, they weren’t taking loot off of dead monsters, they were explorers.

On the other hand, I sped up XP growth a bit. I don’t think the players noticed, given how at least one of them was complaining about how slow they were leveling, but that’s because I wasn’t exactly giving it to them easy. Things hit hard and fast because I didn’t have enough combats to justify a more traditional D&D grind. The party went from level 4 at the start of the act to level 8 by the end.

Also, in case if anyone is curious: I like starting PCs out at level 4. They’re still low enough level to have fun with, but they’re getting abilities that make them a bit more unique compared to each other. I mean, there are two monks in the party with almost-identical stats (swapping Charisma and Intelligence, basically); without having some of their monk path abilities, they’d be completely identical mechanically.

Beyond Act 1

At the moment, they’re in Intermission adventures. Basically, I gave the PCs some downtime for what they want to do, and they wanted to go start a sidequest they received from Lem a while ago. So, I did some planning and prep (for once, this sidequest is around 80% Prep / 20% Improv) and set them out on it. It’ll give me more time to set up Act 2.

Act 2 will start when the PCs return to Dis with their colonists and start making the town. It’ll have a lot more time skips, as I don’t think the players are all that interested in mundane day-to-day life stuff. Act 2 will probably have less exploration (although still the dominant factor in the adventures, most likely) and more political intrigue.

[notailtheories]

NotailsAndMore Tweet Compilation 2

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This section will contain the tweets that I consider make up Act 2. Because they are not actually from O-1, you could also consider them an intermission... But they still hold important information either way. OwO

This batch of tweets began a little over an hour after the last round stopped... Which isn’t a very long pause. You can most easily tell the difference because this person’s face is “TvT” rather than “=)”, if you’re looking to track these from the Twitter itself... OwO

98 |

I passed out and I wake up to me being logged into this creepy ass notail fact account. Fuck off who did this? TvT

Reply to 8, & 99 |

hate to be a stickler for details but you didn't say a fact just a question tho i *would* like to know some notail facts about my dark past :D

Holy fuck. Look if you know me O-2 sir I just want you to know I did not make this account or tweeped at you, I just woke up to this. Who tweeps shit like this at an O-class? TvT

100, reply, & 102, reply, 108, reply, & 112 |

X-7364 if this was you and some of your shitty experiments I WILL strangle all of your dirty rats. These O classes could order my death for no reason. You even used my actual email to do this. They could figure out who I am! TvT

Your buddy even said "fuck you" to me. Now that guy's got some real claws. >:3 

I am so sorry O-6 sir. I had nothing to do with this but I will still apologize. Please forgive me, I'm ok if you don't forgive my friend and kill him though. TvT

Grovelling ain't pretty, you know. But hey, you ain't done anything, right? Maybe I'll let you go. >:3

You would be most kind if you let me go for words that were not my own. Thank you. TvT

I'll think about it. >:3

Thank you. That is all I ask, and all I am allowed to ask. TvT

Reply to 98, 101, reply, 109, reply, 113, reply, 114, reply, & 115, reply, 118, reply, 119, reply, 120, reply, 122, reply, 124, reply, 125, reply, & 126 |

lol u rly had me worried there sweetie :3 im still curious abt this whole thing if u want 2 help me find out abt it :3

I didn't write any of this! This has to be an X class prank. "Ha Ha, make your friend pass out, make an account with their email and possibly kill them by telling O-6 that you love them. So funny!" TvT

lmao u creeped out like every single o class tho i think thats kinda an achievement u should be proud of urself :3 whoever made this account was saying some really spooky stuff tho do u think it was just creepypasta or what :3

Please don't say I did it. I had nothing to do with this. I wouldn't contact the O classes, much less say such things to them, for they are most favorable to my survival. It was just some shitty prank. Some of the reactions are, strange, but that is no matter to me. TvT

watching u suck up 2 them is rly funny lol but kk babe i guess ill drop it :3 smh i thought this was something cool :3

I rather not relate "something cool" with angering the O classes but I understand. TvT

suckuuuuuuuup :3

I rather live a suck up than die for something I didn't do. TvT

how abt i give u smth else 2 suck on hot stuff :3

Look I don't even have a tweeper and I'm about to abandon this account and never touch it again. So my response to that is "um bye." TvT

i hate 2 see u leave but i love 2 watch u go :3

That's extremely holy and not ok. TvT

i hope ur not as disappointing in bed as ur friends failed arg was on tweeper :3

How could a notail raise so high to grace? TvT

u sure raise some things of mine baby :3

I would block you but I'm not going to be related to this account anymore, and if my friend logs back in I'm ok with him getting fucked over by your words. TvT

id prefer 4 u 2 to get fucked by me :3

Courtship between notails is not ok, but I suppose you know that. Just understand that "no." TvT

lol our society sux anyway i dont think its possible to pollute our gene pool more than its already fucked up babe :3

Ok well society gives me a roof over my head, food, and the time I got bit by a mallon I was experimenting on society fixed my arm before it rotted away. So we'll have to agree to disagree. TvT

lmao :3 the more u talk the more stupid and boring u seem :3

Says the notail who keeps going after clearly making me uncomfortable. But "sigh" I guess that's most people. TvT

ppl are funniest when theyre uncomfortable :3

Typical notail. You fit in just nicely. TvT

Original, 103, reply, & 105 |

@NotailsAndMore is it time for my 13 other facts?

Look it up yourself? Go read the Cosmosdex or something. I may be a K class but I'm not some fact machine. TvT

The what

Can you not look up basic and common terms? Geez look. http://cosmosdex.com/cosmosdex/ TvT

104, reply, & 107 |

X-7364 just walked in with coffee and called me a sleepy head. Said I passed out after intensely working on typing. Said I wouldn't respond to me when he had a question. He's lying, he knows he went overboard this time. TvT

You may want to improve your security. This could have ended very badly for you. :V

I will do what you recommended O-7 sir as you are most wise as all O classes are. I do have good security, I must have passed out so fast my computer didn't lock so my roommate and coworker decided to fuck with me. TvT

106, reply, 111, reply, & 117 |

I just checked the profile page to see if I could find some evidence of who did this. "i'm not sorry i told the truth when you didn't. no one deserves lies." The hell. If this is over lying about who ate the last pizza I'm going to be pissed. TvT

This went better for you than it could have mate, but I would recommend keeping closer guard over your belongings. Some of the other O-classes seem a bit agitated right now. uvu

Fully understood O-5, who kicks clockworks across the skies. I'll attempt to not pass out at my computer with my roommate around. TvT

The epithets aren't necessary mate. But maybe give your roommate a kick so they don't pull this again for good measure. uvu

I will make sure to give him a kick no matter how much he says he had nothing to do with this. Thank you for the advice O class. TvT

Original, & 110 |

@NotailsAndMore Once you figure out who did this, send me their ID number. Immediately. unu

I....think it's my roommate X-7364, but he's swearing the whole time this was going on I was working and refused to respond. I don't believe him but he sounds so serious about this. TvT

Reply to other party, & 116 |

Is there any way I can convince it to become a solid Yes? c:<

(Note: I won’t record this whole exchange because I don’t think it’s relevant... The context is O-8 is looking for who made this account. That’s all. OwO)

I know this is rude of me, and feel free to confirm this, but will you spare my roommate? He seems so honest in his pleads that he didn't do it.... He's the only one who could have done it, so it's him, but it seems like he regrets it deeply now. TvT

Original, 121, reply, 123, reply, & 127 |

I really am impressed by how many people they managed to unsettle in, what, an hour? uvu

Honestly as an X class he is naturally unsettling but I've never seen him act this badly. I wonder if I really ticked him off with the pizza thing. TvT

I've dealt with much worse than some X class...if it was just that then whatever...what does your friend know....OwO

I wish he would just admit it already. He said a few really odd things on this account and I have no idea where he's getting it from. Just. Fucking admit it X! Why is he being so rude to O classes you guys could KILL or BANISH us. TvT

It feels like something stranger is going on...OwO

It's just a stupid prank. A stupid prank that's now getting us basically evicted cause we can't stay here anymore. Stupid, stupid, prank. TvT

128, & 129 |

Ok this account is done. My roommate likely made this account as a laugh and somehow got the attention of the O classes. I'm sorry this happened even though I had nothing to do with it. I wish I could say my friend was sorry too but he's pissed off. TvT

Logging out, and never logging back in again. Yet again. Sorry for all the problems this account caused. Just unfollow this account. Bye. TvT

[ THIS ACCOUNT IS DEAD | Shitty prank by shitty roommate/friend who refuses to admit it | Will never be logging in ever again ]

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[spartalabouche]

homestuck isn't dead tag!! and do all of them because i know ya fucking love homestuck and i love you so tell me everything 💖

vibrates did you know i love you

under cut bc long

1. Do you have a chum handle? What does it mean?

I HAD ONE but i cant remember what it was.....shame

2. Is your username homestuck related/have you had one hs related?

it is not but i have had one homestuck related! practically canon too! my url was technicolourtimekid (caliborn says technicolour time kid in the comic so Canon) for FOURTEEN HOURS !! and then i changed it back bc im too attached to this one

3. Do you call your s/o a matesprit?

I USED TO but not anymore because thats embarrassing

4. Do you call your best friend your moirail?

again i used to but not anymore

5. Are you “kin” with any characters or commonly called a character?

YA my name is dave and also I Am Dave and meulin

6. God Tier?

maid of space !

7. Do you make HS fanart?

YEAH lots

8. Do you make hs fanfiction?

YEAH AGAIN but no one gets to read it because i am afraid

9. Do you roleplay homestuck? where and how often?

sometimes!! not really anymore though ): i rped on parp every day a few years ago but then they changed it to have to log in to do stuff and i was like Bye No Thanks idk why it was such a turn off for me

10. Do you cosplay homestuck characters? Who and where?

yes! ive done a costest for meulin and rose and i have complete cosplays for jade dave and nepeta

11. Are you apart of ask blogs?

used to be! i ran a mermaid dave ask blog and then it fell apart when my co owner left 

12. Are you in any homestuck groups?

nnnot really? i have homestuck friends and we are A Group but not like specifically for homestuck

13. Favorite character?

DAVE STRIDER !!!

14. Least favorite character?

k@rkat OR bro strider i hate them both a lot but probably bro more

15. OTP?

j0hndave my luv (im putting numbers and shit in so it doesnt get in tags)

16. NOTP?

d@vekat

17. BROTP?

I LUV D@VENEP best friends and dating nepeta roleplayed with dave canonically with his shitty fursona i wish they got fuckin screentime

18. Do you want homestuck to just die already?

ABSOLUTELY NOT !!!!!!!!

19. Are you following up with hiveswap? Do you play? Watch YT videos?

yes! yes! no! im not rly interested in watching people play hiveswap especially if theyre not already a homestuck like it makes me excited that they know of it but i dont have the patience and also they dont appreciate the references and jokes so i just Cannot Watch

20. Tell us how homestuck has effected you in real life?

i would not have met any of my friends if i hadnt read homestuck and also i probably wouldnt be alive

21. Have you met anyone through homestuck?

YES sarah and gwen and a bunch of other past friends too

22. Have you left the fandom before?

ive sorta slowed down with it its a liiittle bit less of my main now (main is currently voltron) but i will never leave

23. How many times have you read through it?

ONE AND A HALF im still working on that other half im just stuck on act 5 because i hate reading karkats logs lmao

24. Did you ever skip intermissions/dialog/animations?

not in my first run through! but now i kind of am like i just skim over kats dialogue and some of the intermission too just bc i am too impatient

25. Opinions on the fandom?

theres too many sides of it to have one solid opinion of it rly

26. Opinions on the comic?

I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!the first four acts are my favourite!!!!!!! i love homestuck!!!!!!!!

27. Do you favor the trolls, humans, or carapaces?

HUMANS i love all eight of em

28. Favorite moment of all of homestuck?

:)

29. Least favorite moment of all of homestuck?

any scene where bro strider is in the same frame as dave

30. Tell us a homestuck based story.

uuhhHH one time when i was at a con i was dressed as dave and someone across the street shouted HEY DAVE!!!!! and i looked over and they waved a cal doll in the air and i screamed and they laughed

31. How homestuck related is your blog?

i have j0hndave art in my theme and i reblog it .... not so often.......but only because it doesnt show up on my dash very much anymore ): very sad

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Spectrum Ch 30

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Merry Happy Spookytimes, here’s a 9k tome.

Chapter 30!

In which there’s a happy reunion, a huge chunk of explanation, and everything else is awful.

Alphys’ frantic typing echoed through the large cavern.

Frisk sat in the musty darkness, drumming their fingers against the floor. They’d wandered around the large room a few times to see if there was anything useful. But most of their surroundings were made up of deactivated machinery - nothing particularly interesting.

The only things that stood out were the fragmented remains of the Blaster skulls.

Frisk decided they didn’t want to study those very hard.

They had finally sat down in front of the room’s massive, steel door. Alphys had said it would lead out to the main hallway of the CORE Underground, and that they would continue on when she was done adjusting the CORE’s power output.

Frisk had scooted themselves as far away from the bone shards as possible and pressed their ear against the thick steel of the door.

They listened for any sounds of lasers, or roars, or howls…

Or, they thought with a hint of melancholy, the start of a “knock knock” joke.

A quiet beep sounded, and Frisk pulled away from the cold door to see Memoryhead hovering next to them. The creature had remained silent. There wasn’t even a peep from the phone in Frisk’s pocket.

They managed a smile up at the creature, anyway.

“How are you doing?”

Memoryhead chimed in response. The tone sounded positive, at least - but Frisk noted that the creature looked a tad more droopy - and transparent - than usual.

“…I can see right through you.” They said, raising an eyebrow in mock accusation.

With a start, Memoryhead suddenly glowed until it was fully visible. Frisk gave a more genuine smile, giggling.

The creature seemed to tilt to the side in response. A couple of mouths opened up on its features, one of them smiling back.

“O-okay! I’m all done, here!”

Alphys’ voice echoed through the cavern to them, and they both spun to face the scientist as she approached. Her pace slowed slightly, as she met eyes with Memoryhead. The creature’s smile vanished off its features once more, and it hung there, blankfaced.

“D-did it say anything?” Alphys asked, as it shrank back from her.

Frisk shook their head. “Nope. I don’t think they wanna talk anymore.” They stood up, dusting their shorts. “They’re being pretty shy.”

Alphys looked up at the creature, frowning. “W-well, I guess I can relate.” She shook her head.  “L-Let’s keep going.”

The human turned and looked expectantly at the formless creature, who hummed affirmatively. Several tendrils peeled off its body, and typed delicately on a keypad on the left of the massive door.

A loud groan, and then a long screech of metal sounded as the heavy door slid upwards into the concrete ceiling. Alphys watched from afar as Memoryhead curled its tendrils back into its white mass.

“… it knows more about this place than I ever did.” The scientist said, as the trio moved into the hall.

Frisk looked upwards in awe. The hall was large and wide - probably the size of a three-storey building.

The place was cool and smelt of dust and mould. The faintest glow of teal mushrooms, growing out of the corners and crevices of the run-down concrete, lit up the dim space.

Large doors, identical to the one they’d just walked through, lined the sides of the hall. They were marked in yellow and black paint, with faded letters and numbers upon them.

“I-I guess all we have to figure out is which way to the CORE’s main control panel.” Alphys said, stepping forward. She looked around as they walked, clutching her claws nervously.

Frisk looked up, as the trio began to walk. “We got a long way to go.”

They all hurried at a brisk pace for a few moments, their puffing echoing through the darkness. Alphys was the faster runner, but Frisk could keep up somewhat, and they looked around the area as they jogged steadily behind her.

There was enough light from both the mushrooms and Memoryhead to show where they were going, but Frisk was beginning to wonder if there was an end to the hall to begin with.

“… Oh my God.”

Frisk gave a start at Alphys’ hushed voice. They stumbled to a stop next to the scientist. She was standing still, facing one of the many doors.

Except it wasn’t quite a functional door, anymore.

A huge gash had appeared in the steel. The metal had twisted strangely, warping outwards and leaving a huge opening to the inside of the room. The main gap was surrounded by smaller holes - neat and circular - peppered and overlapping both each other and the main gap itself.

They almost reminded Frisk of bullet holes.

“… what made that?” They asked, in a small voice.

“I-I don’t…”

There was a staticky sound, and Frisk’s attention returned to Memoryhead. It was drifting upwards, whatever tendrils it had hanging limply as it rose.

Frisk realized Alphys’ gaze was aimed higher - up to the ceiling that was steadily being illuminated by the white creature. They followed her gaze to see a similar gash there to the one on the door - almost completely identical.

“Another one…”

It was at this moment that Frisk realized that there were gashes all over the hall, beyond.

They were large - about four times the size of Frisk themself. They breached into some of the doors, and others into the walls. One was on the floor.

Alphys stood up straight, swallowing dryly. Even Memoryhead seemed to shiver, curling into itself tightly until it was a featureless disc. It descended back down to the duo.

“… The rifts.” The scientist said, quietly.

The penny dropped.

Frisk suddenly grew pale, recalling how the cable on their elevator trip down to the True Lab had snapped.

“Th-they’re starting to destroy things.” They whispered, quietly.

Memoryhead suddenly began to convulse and flicker on the spot.

An electronic screech began to fill the halls, and Frisk covered their ears as Memoryhead’s great maw opened up in an even louder scream of static. Its eyes opened up, wide and empty.

The creature suddenly warped, zig-zagged, distorted - and finally dissolved into nothingness.

Frisk reached out to them as they vanished.

“W-wait!”

A spacetime rift slashed through the air in front of them and they flinched back. The black rifts suddenly tore open around them in the hall. Some remained in midair - but some appeared within the gashes that they’d torn into the doors, walls and ceiling.

And they were growing larger.

“W-we’re running out of time.” Alphys grabbed Frisk by the hand. “Come on!”

The two darted down the hall, Frisk glancing about them in terror. The rifts seemed less concentrated this time around, but not any less aggressive.

“The CORE’s still acting up!” Frisk cried.

“I-I managed to depower the CORE’s instability for now,” Alphys said, breathlessly. “B-But I don’t know how much longer it’ll work! I thought the pressure on the CORE was caused by the power concentration, but i-it’s looking like th-there’s something else!”

Frisk looked back at Alphys, startled.

“Something else?”

The scientist slammed on the brakes, Frisk crashing into her back as concrete debris suddenly crashed down before them.

A quick glance above revealed a rift forming on the ceiling. Cracks of concrete branched out from the roaring black particles.

“If Gaster messing with the power output… a-and if the CORE’s conditions aren’t the only thing messing with the CORE’s stability - then there’s gotta be another factor!” Alphys said, her voice starting to sound choked in frustration. “I-I thought this would last longer!”

Looking around them, Frisk suddenly caught sight of another large, ruptured door, different in pattern. The yellow cautionary lines had been replaced with red. Signs lined the doorway, though Frisk wasn’t quite certain what the symbols meant.

Whatever it was, it seemed the least affected by the rifts.

“This way!”

Frisk darted forward towards the room, tugging Alphys after them. There was the sound of battering metal, and then a creaking groan. The scientist’s claw suddenly slipped free of their grasp.

“F-Frisk, wait - ”

Frisk looked up, wide-eyed, to see a large, battered pipe from the ceiling suddenly come crashing down on top of them. It was covered in the telltale holes of rift damage.

“FRISK!”

The human’s first instinct was to dodge towards Alphys. But another yawning rift suddenly tore open between them, and they staggered back.

And just as panic began to set in, Frisk felt something heavy slam into their side.

The human child had become accustomed to being handled and tossed about like a football, these past few hours. But there was something very familiar about the way they’d been grabbed around the middle in mid-tackle and tucked underarm.

The floor rose up to meet them as their catcher suddenly dropped down, an arm protectively around the human. There was a loud crash and clatter as the machinery landed on the empty floor behind them. The rift was now a safe distance away, and Frisk dared not move until the roaring of the static began to fade away.

When the rifts finally vanished back into silence, Frisk felt their saviour release them. They sat up, blinking dazedly.

And the captain of the royal guard pushed herself up beside them. She leapt to her feet, running a hand over her head and down her ponytail with a breath of relief.

“Hey, nerds!” Undyne grinned. “Forget about me?!”

Several rooms away, Memoryhead reformed out of a roar of white static.

It warped, shuddering at the memory of the rifts that had formed around it. It helplessly jolted about, spasming and warping. Loud frantic beeps and whines echoes off the walls around it.

Finally, the creature managed to stabilise into a clear circle.

It flickered in the spot, several tendrils reaching out of the disclike mass and pressing into it, as if to hold a head that wasn’t there.

They sank back into it with the force, and several eyes opened up on its surface.

It cautiously looked around, flinching at the sight of another concrete wall. It had another gash in it - just like the ones in the hall. The creature buzzed, hovering away from the sight.

It took in its surroundings, more and more eyes opening up on its body.

It was in an almost cylindrical room. Large, cobwebbed cables hung from the very centre of the ceiling.

Several large, steel shelves lined one wall, layering upwards. Whatever they had once housed, they had been as large and heavy as boulders.

Some of the shelves had caved in. Water had leaked into this place, the rust corroding the once shining shelves.

The creature reached out to touch one of the large cables with a single tendril. The cluster slowly swayed with the gesture, creaking. The sound echoed through the room, and Memoryhead backed away.

The power they had fed through them was long gone.

The contents of the shelves had long since been taken.

There was nothing here, anymore. Nothing here that would help the human. Nothing that would help the scientist.

Nothing that would help Memoryhead.

… It was time to leave this place.

The creature tried to let itself fade away. To let go of what it saw and felt. To close its many eyes and drift back to the dark, dank depths of the Laboratory it had spent years inside. To not have to speak, to not have to listen.

“... We really need to save our friends.”

Memoryhead trembled.

It did not need to listen. It did not need to be a part of this.

“… I know you’re scared… but if there’s anything else you can do to help us, we’d really appreciate it.”

The minutes passed by. Its many eyes remained wide open. Its form glowed brightly.

And in that room, Memoryhead stayed.

Her injuries stung.

The sounds around her were muffled, and distorted.

Something flat and almost jarringly cold pressed into her back. She was dazed, her skull pounding…

… and dammit, whatever she was breathing was really stinging her gills.

Undyne’s eyes fluttered open, her ear fins twitching.

… I’m gonna turn that guy into tar.

She was underwater. She lay on cold steel, though the current was lifting her body slightly to and fro. The water was warming, though - and Undyne couldn’t register where from.

Her surroundings were blurred. All she could see was a huge, bright, violet mass hovering above the surface of the water. Her face contorted in confusion.

Where the heck was she?

Grunting, she sat upwards, glancing down at her arms and legs. Some scratches. Shards of glass glittered on the steel beneath her, rolling back and forth with the current. The throbbing in the back of the captain’s head told her that she’d hit something pretty hard when she’d fallen -

Undyne’s eye grew wide.

She looked up at violet light of the massive CORE, hovering about ten feet above her.

… oh. Wow.

That’s right. Gaster had thrown her into the CORE chamber.

She’d landed directly into the cooling.

Undyne glanced at her surroundings. It was a steel, underwater pool. It was fairly spacious where she was, but the chamber funnelled into a small series of channels that led directly beneath the large ball of energy, itself.

A glance to the left revealed an underwater vent, where the river that travelled across most of the Underground flowed into its final destination.

Undyne winced. The flow of Waterfall’s cavern water was familiar on her scales, but something was mixed into the liquid. that made breathing a little uncomfortable. Probably some weird chemical from the power plant.

Carefully glancing up for any sign of danger, she swam over to the edge of the pool and pulled herself out with a grunt.

The crackling, buzzing noise and the searing heat of the CORE nearly made her drop back into the water.

She looked up at the bright violet ball of energy. Lightning was starting to arc out of the ball, and she darted over to the wall of the spherical chamber, teeth gritted. Her legs felt loose and weak.

She was going to be fried if she stayed in here for much longer.

Her gaze landed on a large, steel wall panel framed with black and red cautionary stripes.

She frowned when she saw a small number pad next to the frame.

Of course there was a passcode in this stupid place. Nevermind being locked in here and burning to death by accident, it was apparently the perfect time to type in someone’s birthday.

With a growl, she summoned a spear to her side.

A sudden crackle and roar sounded from behind her.

Startled, she looked over her shoulder - spotting several energy tendrils from the CORE itself shooting out towards her - attracted to her summoned spear.

Her eye went wide.

No magic.

Magic bad.

She immediately dismissed the spear, and rushed out of the way of the tendrils. As if driven by momentum, the energy plunged into the steel, causing it to burn and crackle.

Then, the tendrils dissipated. Cautiously, the captain looked back down at the broken and burnt panel.

Alrighty.

She wound up her elbow, and took a couple steps back, in preparation for a running charge.

She’d just do this the old-fashioned way.

Loud, raucous laughter echoed through the halls of the CORE Underground.

“… I feel like my ribs are being crushed, but this is also really nice?”

“U-Undyne… wh-while I really missed you, too… I-I’d appreciate it if you put us down soon.”

“No way. Uh-uh. We’re DOING this. You guys scare me like that again, and I’ll kick your butts!! I thought Gaster’d gotten to you guys first!!”

Undyne’s strength had seemed to come back in waves - by force of relief. She was currently hugging both Frisk and Alphys up in the air, tightly. Half her face had been taken up by her sharp-toothed grin.

“How’d you shake him off?!” She released them both at last, placing them both on the ground. “He had us cut off from you guys!”

Alphys’ eyes were shining. “W-we were really lucky!” She suddenly winced. “A-and unlucky, but we’re okay now! That’s what matters.”

She suddenly blinked, looking around.

“Uh… speaking of which… Frisk? Where’s Memoryhead?”

Undyne blinked in confusion, as the human looked around the hall. They seemed slightly worried.

“I… don’t know.” They said. “They disappeared. I think the rifts might have scared them off.”

Undyne frowned. “Who’s Memoryhead?”

Alphys turned back to her. “S-something that almost destroyed Frisk…”

“… but someone who wound up helping us get this far, too.” The human piped up. “It’s complicated.”

There was a pause.

“… So, not that different from most of the folks you ran into in the Underground, Frisk.” Undyne muttered, raising an eyebrow. Then, she stood up straight.  “You sure you guys are okay, though? Nothing broken?”

“W-we’re fine!” Alphys looked up at her. “M-more importantly, how did you get here?!”

Undyne blinked. “Oh yeah.”

She spun on the spot, looking at the battered gash in the door that she’d leapt through. It was a large steel door that stood out from the rest - framed with red marking and symbols, instead of the typical yellow and black that lined the rest of the doors in the massive hall.

“In here!” She gestured over, stepping through the gash and helping Alphys and Frisk through.

It was a cavernous room. Fairly damp, dark - still lit in emergency red. A series of shelves lined the left wall.

Sitting upon them was a large collection of large canisters (around the size of two Frisks). They were all made up of grey steel, with small glass windows to the liquids they held.

Some were neatly arranged, grouped into categories of colour - others had toppled over, or had been roughly bunched onto the floor below, different colours and liquids clashing with one another.

There was a distinctly chemical smell, and Frisk covered their mouth and nose.

“What is this place?” They asked, voice slightly muffled.

On the right side of the room, huge, riveted steel pipes rose from the ground like columns. Massive valves and smaller pipes branched out of them into the ceiling - looking very much like a maze.

The sound of water roared through them.

“Th-that’s the main water supply for the CORE.” Alphys said, blinking. “... Wait.”

The last thing in the room was a large, black screen at its far end. Blue text lines stretched across it, lighting up the control panel beneath it.

Alphys darted forward towards the panel, and Undyne hurried after.

“Not too sure what this room does.” She said over her shoulder, to Frisk. “But I think we’re right underneath the CORE chamber.”

It had been a rough journey making it out of the CORE.

But once Undyne had broken out of the chamber, she’d gone nowhere else but down. The ventilation shaft had only just been large enough to let her crawl through - and the few places she got stuck, she simply ripped the ventilation open a little wider.

She glanced down at the battered ventilation panel that she’d kicked out of the way upon entering the room. It lay on the floor, next to the opening she’d used.

“W-we’re not far from the main CORE control panel at all!” Alphys said typing away, as the display on the monitor changed. A layout of a large structure appeared upon the screen, and Undyne could only guess that it was the CORE facility itself.

“You think we can figure out a quicker way to get back up there?” She asked, glancing back at the ventilation shaft.

“... Undyne?”

Her earfins rose. Frisk had approached, and their excitement had suddenly seemed to vanish.

“… Where’s Sans and Papyrus? They’re not in here with you?”

Undyne’s throat became dry.

She felt Alphys’ eyes on her, and felt her energy slowly seep away.

She sat down, her back against the base of the control panel. Her gaze had become hard, and focused on the concrete floor.

“I’m gonna be honest, Frisk. I got no clue where they are, right now.”

There was a pause. Frisk stepped forward.

“A-are they okay?” They asked.

“I dunno.” She said, lowly. “I want ‘em to be.”

Undyne glanced down. “…It wasn’t exactly my best moment, up there.”

Alphys frowned. “… What happened?”

“We were fighting Gaster. Kinda.” The captain crossed her legs. “And we were actually doin’ okay, at first.”

She leaned back. “We managed to find Gaster at the control panel. The one up at the CORE chamber.” She pointed up to the ceiling. “Had no clue where you guys were - but we had the doc surrounded. I even had him caged at everything! Just…”

Undyne paused, blinking. The image of the doctor’s skull being pulled in every direction returned to memory, his many hands pulling his skull to pieces.

“I think I really touched a nerve, or something. He acted pretty fast. Shoved me out the window, right into the chamber.”

There was a silence.

Alphys had gone very pale under her yellow scales. Her face seemed to be equal parts angered and terrified.

“… He…”

Her claws rose to her mouth.

“You could have been…”

Undyne rubbed her temples. “Yeah, don’t remind me.” Her hands dropped back to the ground, and she suddenly felt heavy. Dazed.

“… I don’t know how long I was out.” She continued. “I heard Pap screeching, when I fell.”

A crooked, bitter smile appeared on her features. “Heh… he probably would’ve charged into the chamber after me - but I didn’t see him anywhere, when I woke up.”

She paused. “… And he couldn’t have fallen into the CORE, either. I wouldn’t be talking about him right now if he did, yeah?”

There was a short silence.

Undyne breathed out, collecting herself. “The last time I saw them both… was with Gaster in the control room.”

Frisk approached her side.

“They should be okay, then, right? Gaster can’t control them.”

The captain shook her head. “Yeah… Best thing we’ve got going for us is that Gaster is looking worse by the hour. I hope his arms are fallin’ off.”

Alphys blinked slowly.

“Wait… Y-You mean… Gaster’s just deteriorating?”

“Well, he’s not gettin’ any better.” Undyne muttered, running her hand over her head. “I mean, he’s still dangerous. Just… he just seems to be getting more unstable.”

She shrugged. “So much for his plan to ‘exist,’ again. Whatever the hell’s happening to him, that’s a pretty crappy existence. Or not-existence.”

Undyne got to her feet, her daze evaporating. Her frustration had turned into focus, and she followed the tangent.

“I mean, I get he’s kinda breaking the rules of reality here, but… when I used my GREEN attack on him, his SOUL just looked… sick.”

She suddenly noticed that Alphys was staring hard at her.

“What do you mean… sick?”

Undyne threw her arms up in the air, frustrated. “All cracked! Like, none of the pieces were reconnecting! He collected all those things to ‘stabilise on this plane of existence,’ right? So why the heck aren’t they joining back together?!”

She stood up straight. “And why the heck didn’t he try to find the last piece?”

There was a long silence.

“…Last piece?” Frisk asked.

“Yeah!” Undyne pointed to the center of her chest. “He’s got a little piece missing - right in the middle! If his plan was to get back in existence by collecting all his SOUL shards then why didn’t he - ”

“The arms.”

Undyne’s gaze darted to Alphys. Her gaze was held astray, staring at the large display monitor of the CORE’s status.

“… he’s talking to himself… he’s falling apart…” She mumbled, quietly. “The strain on the CORE...”

The captain stared hard at the scientist.

“What is it, Alphys?”

She looked back over at Undyne, wide-eyed.

“What if… none of the pieces are reconciling? What if his SOUL… can’t join back together?”

There was a short silence. Frisk looked up at Alphys, confused.

“What do you mean… can’t?”

Alphys began fidgeting, her face twisted into a focused expression.

“It wasn’t just the power… it wasn’t just the CORE’s manual input… and he’s the only other factor… so…”

She suddenly spun back to the large, black screen, and rapidly began typing on the keys. Frisk squinted to look at the details on the screen - but gave a short gasp as Undyne suddenly lifted them onto her shoulders.

“Better view, shrimp?” She asked. A thumbs-up appeared in her peripheral vision.

“O-Okay.” Alphys suddenly leaned back, as a large image appeared on the large monitor. Undyne noted beads of sweat appearing on her features once more.

“… Th-this is the CORE.” The scientist said.

Upon the screenwas a large, pixellated circle. It reminded Undyne of a cutaway of the Earth and its layers. The ‘layers’ were many different colours, and were numbered with readings that the captain couldn’t quite make sense of.

But the numbers seemed to be travelling off the screen.

“It’s not supposed to be doing that, is it?” Undyne said, flatly.

“N-No.” Alphys said. “No, it isn’t. Everything’s outside of safe levels. B-but…”

She pointed directly into the center of the CORE diagram.

“Do you see that?”

Undyne squinted, leaning forward. Sure enough, dead in the center was a scarlike shape of violet.

“It, uh… looks like a glitch?” Undyne asked. “There’s like - pixellation and junk. It’s all miscoloured.”

Frisk blinked, staring hard at the diagram. “U-unless… that’s actually a sign of something…”

“Frisk’s right.” Alphys said, with a shaky sigh. “That isn’t a glitch.”

Her glasses grew bright as she faced the screen.

“I-it’s a huge rift.” She said. “In the center of the CORE.”

Undyne felt Frisk flinch.

“A-a rift tore open inside the CORE?” They asked, shakily.

“Not… really.” Alphys said, pushing up her glasses. “This one… it’s d-different in nature to the rest of the rifts that we’ve seen. They were ripped open because of the CORE itself. B-but…”

She clicked and dragged a prism around the Rift. Almost instantly, the computer attempted to analyse the data - but error messages began to pop up in windows on the screen. Red text scrolled up the logs.

“It’s meant to be the center of the CORE.” She said. “It’s the core of… well, the CORE. S-see, it takes the geothermal energy - th-then pulls all the energy inward, and pushes it out as magical electricity!”

Undyne frowned, processing the information. “So… it’s not like the rifts we’ve seen?”

“No - i-it functions differently!” Alphys said. “The rifts we’ve seen - they repel things, right? W-we’ve seen things get damaged by their force! Nobody except Sans could get inside.”

She pointed to the CORE center. “But this… this rift doesn’t seem to be repelling things. It’s pulling things in.” She motioned inward, then pushed her arms back out. “L-like I said, it pulls the CORE element inward to cool, then back outward as it warms up!”

She peered closer. “But… the center is meant to be quite small. Circular. I-it looks like something ripped it open… a lot more than it needed to be.”

There was a silence.

“Gaster.” Undyne said, wide-eyed.

Alphys stepped back from the monitor, claws dropping to her sides.

“… He escaped the Void… through that rift.” She whispered.

Alphys backed away from the monitor, beginning to pace around.

“Wh-when I was shutting down the CORE… the cooling temperatures must have made the hole stable enough from the other side…!”

She looked down, coming to a stop.

“… the pressure on the system…” She said, sweat beading on her forehead. “I-It couldn’t be…”

Undyne knew that look. She was onto something.

“… I-If Gaster’s… still missing a piece of his SOUL… then of course he’d still need the CORE to stay in existence.” Alphys said. “He’d still need it a-as his anchor to keep him from returning to the Void, and…”

There was a flash of red on the screen, and the three of them looked up. The digitised rift in the centre of the diagram seemed to pixellate and spread.

Undyne realised with alarm that the rift in the CORE center had grown even bigger.

Stretching apart…

The captain stared, wide-eyed.

“… he’s been making the center hole bigger and bigger.” She realized, pointing at the CORE Rift. “That idiot’s tearing that hole in reality apart.”

Alphys nodded. “He’d been trying so hard to stay in existence... but he’s still partially connected to the Void, and it won’t let him go!”

“Because he’s missing the last SOUL piece.” Frisk said, the penny dropping.

“A-and it’s affecting the rest of the rifts.” Alphys said, softly. “It’s not just the conditions he’s been putting the CORE under, manually… It’s the fact that he’s still connected to the Void! His presence is causing the CORE to destabilise…”

Undyne gritted her teeth. “He doesn’t even care, does he?! If he can’t win, we’re going down with him? Is that it?!”

“How do we stop him?” Frisk asked. “I-If we found the last piece of his SOUL and brought it to, would he be disconnected from the Void?”

“I-I’m not sure.” Alphys said. “In theory - yes, b-but I don’t know how we’d be able to find it to begin with, with the time we have!”

Undyne snarled. “So we’re stuck? All I know is that if we can’t find that piece, then he can’t exist long enough for me to make injuries that last!!” She kicked an empty steel canister nearby. “So what do we do?! Just throw him on back where he came from!!?”

There was a long pause.

Frisk looked down at Undyne.

Undyne looked at Alphys.

Alphys looked at the monitor.

“That… that might actually work.” She said, thoughtfully.

Undyne perked up. “Wait, seriously?”

“If he… if he fell back into the Void, there’d be no more strain, right?” Frisk asked, quietly.

Alphys bit her lip. “I-It’s the only thing I can think of that might give us a chance…”

Undyne felt Frisk’s fingers drum on the top of her head in thought.

“There’s no way he’d want to go back.” They said, cautiously. “And he’s slipped through us so many times, already… how’re we gonna do it?”

Undyne frowned. She hated to admit it, but one thing the doctor was good at was either being tricky or preying on someone else’s weakness. He wouldn’t simply let himself be easily thrown into the CORE like that - besides, even if he was, he had backup in the form of a zillion hands.

She crossed her arms, padding back and forth along the room in thought (Frisk leaned further over her head to stabilise themself). Her magic was good, but she was just one monster. And Gaster was breaking the laws of physics and reality. How the heck could she to level the playing field?

…Dammit, it was warm in this room. The CORE above was heating up.

Undyne itched the scales on her arm. She didn’t feel any better about the fact that the only water that she’d been in recently had chemicals in it. Nothing harmful, but she couldn’t help but feel nervous about the labels on the canisters that lined the room.

… Come to think of it…

“What the heck’s kerosene doing down here, anyway?” She muttered. “And liquid oxygen? And… Dog Residue?”

Frisk looked down at her.

“You can read chemical symbols?”

Undyne shrugged, her eyes following the shelves.

“Working out my brain’s another part of my regimen.” She said, simply. Then, she looked over her shoulder at Alphys.

“You think there’s anything we could use here?”

The scientist padded up next to her. “… Th-there are a lot of combinations, here.” She said. “Some are chemical solutions, but… ”

She looked over her shoulder. “… what else is there?”

Undyne saw Frisk’s arm out of the upper corner of her eye, pointing to the far corner of the room.

“What about those? They’re labelled differently.”

Undyne glanced over. Bunched over in the corner were a series of taller canisters, differently designed to the rest.

Instead of being industrial grey like the rest in the room, they were even larger and made of heavily enforced glass with metal ends. Marked on these were symbols. Undyne could recognise a few of them. Greek alphabet. Alpha, Beta, Yadda Yadda…

But what caught her eye was the canister in the center. It was about the height of Alphys herself, and filled with glowing blue liquid.

The sign ‘Sigma’ was messily scribbled upon the label.

Undyne slowly reached up and lifted Frisk off her shoulders, lowering them to the ground. Her gaze did not break from the canister.

She’d seen it, before. In archived footage.

Undyne drew in a deep breath.

“... Think I can carry it pretty easily.” She decided, crossing her arms.

They heard the CORE above rumble, the ground vibrating with it.

“… We’d need for Gaster to leave the Control Panel.” Alphys said. Her voice was quivering, but she’d caught on to what the captain was planning. “There’s no way he’d leave it unguarded, right?”

There was a silence.

“… What about me?”

Undyne’s gaze darted over to Frisk. The human was frowning, crossing their arms.

“Would he leave the panel to go after me?” They asked.

“What do you mean?”

Frisk glanced up at her.

“Gaster really wanted me dead, right?” They said, simply.

Undyne wasn’t sure if she liked their phrasing. But at that, Alphys jerked.

“F-Frisk… you don’t mean…”

“Maybe I could draw him away from the control room.” Frisk offered, blinking. “If he goes after me, maybe you could access the control panel - ”

“But you won’t be fast enough to escape him.” Undyne said, frowning. “He caught you in seconds. We sorta had to keep throwin’ you around like a football to keep him away from you.”

Frisk’s shoulders slumped a little.

“I’m good at dodging.” They protested.

“That isn’t gonna be enough.” Undyne sighed, looking back down at the canister. “I could try givin’ ya a shield, but all Gaster’d have to do would be to go after me. And I’d be carrying another payload.”

Frisk’s hand rose to their chin, and they looked down in thought.

“Yeah. But I don’t know how else Gaster would stop paying attention to you guys.”

They frowned. “I wish I was fast enough.”

“…Frisk.”

When the two turned to Alphys, her glasses were caught in the light.

“… that’s it.” She whispered.

Frisk blinked. “Huh?”

“… I-I think… I know how to get some help!”

The two spun to face the scientist.

“Really?!”

“Yeah!” Alphys said, brightly. “Your phone!”

There was a pause.

“Uh… Alphys…” Undyne tried to break it to her, gently. “There’s no way we can contact anybody, remember? No reception, with the CORE all crazy and stuff.”

“What?” Alphys blinked. “N-no, that’s not what I…”

She took a breath to settle herself down, looking around at the canisters.

“… We have your phone, Frisk.” She whispered.

The human blinked. “Uh-huh?”

“… a-and kerosene… w-with liquid oxygen…”

Undyne made a face. “Guess so?”

There was a silence.

Then, Alphys held out her claw towards Frisk’s phone.

“I know how to make you faster.” She said. “J-just give me a couple of minutes!”

The steel of the control panel burned into Gaster’s back.

He sat on the tiled floor, covered in glass shards. He sat limply beneath the observation window of the CORE chamber, his legs tangled, his skull bowed forward in exhaustion, his hands in his lap.

The many arms that reached out from his back were draped all over the control room floor, limp and snaking outwards from his position like wires.

The heat of the CORE roared through the shattered window. The light beamed brighter onto the back of his shining, splitting skull.

His body spasmed. He felt himself being pulled - left, right, backwards, a little upwards - and he gritted his teeth as the pulling suddenly ceased - the widening crack on his skull mended back to its hairline fracture.

Gaster was exhausted.

He’d dismissed the chattering Blasters back into his inventory. He didn’t have the strength to handle them at the moment, nor corral them - they were yet more voices in his cluttered mind, voices he did not need.

But he needed them close.

The latest CORE surge had rendered him limp and exhausted. His form wasn’t… melting, exactly, but it was much heavier than he remembered it being. His limbs wouldn’t move, his hands like lead.

It had taken all of Gaster’s strength to keep himself together.

He felt his mouth twitch, and he gritted his teeth in frustration.

TIME IS SHORT. He heard his own voice whisper, without his consent. THE CORE WILL RIP YOU APART, BEFORE LONG - AND THIS SPACE WITH IT.

Gaster closed his eyes.

TIME WILL HAVE NO BEARING. He said, shakily. IT DOESN’T MATTER.

Frisk’s face was vivid in his mind. Grasped by their head, the rest of their body hanging helplessly as Gaster had held them before him.

He remembered the defiance underneath all that fear.

THE CHILD’S DETERMINATION IS UNPARALLELED. Gaster said, firmly. THEY WILL HAVE TO GO BACK, AFTER THEY ARE DESTROYED.

AND YOU WILL PLAN MORE WISELY, WITH YOUR KNOWLEDGE. Hummed his own voice, thoughtfully.

THE CHILD WILL, AS WELL. Warned another voice. IN THIS… ‘FAVOURED’ TIME OF YOURS, THEY MAY TURN THE TIDE.

Gaster shook his head. IF I RECALL CORRECTLY… SANS WILL STILL BE IN MY CLUTCHES, IN THAT TIME.

His head lowered. I’LL NOT BE SO FOOLISH AS TO UTILIZE HIM SO SOON. PAPYRUS WOULD ALSO BE INFECTED. HE’LL BE PRONE TO INFLUENCE, IN MY FAVOUR.

Gaster’s eye sockets narrowed.

THIS IS NOT THE END.

He felt the CORE’s heat, once more. The pain was intense, but he dismissed it as one would an aching back.

THE CORE WILL TEAR YOU APART, BEFORE LONG. His voice whispered. YOUR SOUL WITH BE PULLED APART, ONCE MORE.

HOW CAN YOU KNOW IF YOU’LL BE PRONE TO THE RULES OF TIME, YOURSELF?

HOW CAN YOU KNOW WHERE YOU’LL START? WHERE YOU’LL END?

Gaster gritted his teeth shut.

… I’LL BE RID OF YOU, AT LEAST. He said, sharply.

There was a silence. Gaster felt himself relax, out of both relief and triumph. But he felt his mouth move, once more - uncharacteristically carefully.

KEEP CHARGING FORWARD, LITTLE SHARD. Said his voice, resigned and bitter. AS YOU ALWAYS FOOLISHLY HAVE.

The other voices soon became white noise in the back of his mind.

With a grunt, Gaster slowly pulled himself back up on his legs. They were weak and heavy - but he could walk. His exhausted arms remained weighted to the floor - some twitching in response to their host’s movement.

Gaster shook his head.

He was exhausted - but he needed to stay vigilant.

He would get his resolution, sooner or later. He would push onward.

He just needed to collect himself for a few moments longer…

A movement caught the corner of his eye socket. Blinking, his gaze darted to the rightmost window of the CORE control room - the one that faced the hallway, outside.  

The reflection of the bright CORE blinded him from seeing anything beyond it, but he could have sworn he’d seen something. He stared hard at the doorframe.

And a pair of orange-lit eyes stared back at him from the darkness.

The flickering light of the CORE lit up the Blaster’s longer features. Gaster could no longer imagine the kindly-featured skeleton beneath that bestial, fanged exterior. The creature was still, standing at the right of the doorframe. His size cut off any access to the rightmost hall.

Papyrus was here. And the doctor couldn’t afford to summon any Blaster skulls of his own.

Gaster’s eyes narrowed.

He couldn’t afford to panic.

With little hesitation, he tried to hurl himself towards the left of the doorframe -

- and a pair of blue-lit sockets glared back at him from the darkness of the opposing hall.

He scrambled backwards, Sans’ Blaster features approaching him from the shadows. He spun on the spot, his many arms dragging heavily on the tiles, and tried lunging back into the CORE control room.

< NO. >

Gaster’s dive towards the hole in the floor that Undyne had created proved fruitless - Papyrus had darted inside the room during Gaster’s distraction, and his large claws were now barring the way.

His snout was waiting level with Gaster’s face, and the doctor flinched back.

< BAD. > The creature reprimanded. < STAY, PLEASE. >

Gaster spun around once more, his legs turning weak as he realised Sans was now barring the exit to the control room. He staggered back to the leftmost wall, collapsing against a science bench.

The doctor’s gaze flicked quickly, back and forth between them.

WELL, THEN. He breathed.

He slowly pushed himself up, sitting upright with his back up against the science bench. Both of the Blasters… the stubborn creatures that they were, had stopped moving. But they remained steadfastly on guard.

I SUPPOSE YOU HAVE ME TRAPPED. The doctor said, quietly.

His gaze moved to Sans. The Blaster had taken a step towards him.

Gaster’s arms shot forward. Several slumped to the ground in fatigue, before they could even reach more that a foot - and what few made it any further were either pinned under Sans’ great claw, or pounced on by one of Papyrus’ free paws as he still stood vigilant over his escape route.

NOW THEN. The doctor said, pressing his back against the science bench in an attempt to back away from them both, in spite of the hold they had on him. CALM YOURSELVES

He gave the CORE chamber to his right a quick glance, as Sans slowly began to step forward.

NO BLASTING IN HERE, REMEMBER?

Sans’ eye sockets narrowed. Papyrus looked over at him.

Gaster watched as the older Blaster seemed to process this. Mercifully, he came to a stop.

< … too dangerous. > The beast agreed. His gaze remained fixed on Gaster, and the doctor could register a certainty that hadn’t been there before.

It was in Papyrus, too. But while the taller beast seemed to be strictly focused on keeping the doctor’s extended arms underfoot (Sans had even brushed his share over to his brother’s claws), Sans seemed entirely fixed on Gaster himself.

Perhaps that was better than blind terror, the doctor thought. Barely better. The creature before him wasn’t quite Sans. But his intelligence was apparent.

… DO YOU INTEND TO DESTROY ME? Gaster asked.

The Blaster stared at him for a moment. Stared at him long and hard.

< can’t. > he replied, simply.

There was a brief silence. Gaster felt the heat and roar of the CORE beside him. The colours had alternated from violet to a light magenta, steadily becoming warmer and warmer…

The Blaster glanced up and over at it, blinking slowly. Then, his gaze returned to the doctor.

< i’m… taking you out of here. > He said, carefully.

Gaster’s limbs were still limp at his sides. He leaned forward the slightest bit, face blank.

WHY IS THAT?

< too dangerous. > The Blaster said.

ODDLY CONSIDERATE OF YOU. The Doctor replied.

The beast didn’t seem notice his tone.

< too dangerous to leave you here. > He said, matter-of-factly.

Gaster’s features didn’t change. The Blaster now seemed to be looking away from him. He was focused on the CORE.

Like the doctor wasn’t quite there.

The corner of Gaster’s mouth twitched, as Sans continued to stare at the CORE.

< you’re doing this. > He growled. < you’re breaking everything. breaking the air. >

The creature comprehended the danger, it seemed. Gaster’s attempts to aggravate the mutagen against his subjects had only been a temporary success.

Sans would awaken, sooner or later.

YOU CANNOT TELL ME WHAT TO DO, I’M AFRAID. Gaster said, quietly. SOMEONE LIKE YOU - A BEAST LIKE YOU HAS NO AUTHORITY ON THE MATTER.

And suddenly, Sans’ gaze was firmly on him. The doctor shivered, despite the crooked smile on his features. The creature’s gaze was still blue-lit… but sharp. A quiet fury glowed from his dark eye sockets.

< wrong. >

He gave a low snarl, his spines raising. Papyrus seemed to note this, looking at him with renewed alertness.

Gaster chuckled, nervously.

< wrong. not meant to be this. i’m not… >

His eye sockets flickered.

< … i’m not just this. >

The doctor raised his brows, tilting his head inquiringly.

OH?

Sans growled lowly in response. His eye sockets were becoming dark.

< you did this to me. > The beast said. < to my brother. tried to make us… nothing. tried to make us what we’re not. >

He shook his head. Papyrus’ stare was on Gaster, now.

< i’m… more than this. > Sans growled. < i know i am. >

There was a silence. All around them, the light of the CORE seemed to dim, mercifully.

Gaster smiled at the creature, gently.

YOU KNOW…

The violet hue returned once again - seeping into everything.

… I ALWAYS KNEW IT WAS A MISTAKE TO LET YOU INTO MY CREW.

The Beast blinked, blue light returning to his eye sockets. Gaster sat up, taking a deep breath. His arms - the ‘normal’ ones, connected to his shoulders - crossed as he leaned back against the bench.

YOU SHOWED PROMISE. INGENUITY. BUT IN THE END, YOU TRULY WERE ONLY A CHILD. UNABLE TO DO WHAT YOU WERE TOLD. ACTING ON YOUR OWN WHIMS.

Gaster’s eye sockets closed.

AT THE COST OF EVERYONE ELSE.

There was a shift of claw against tile. The doctor re-opened his eyes, realizing that despite the ferocity still present in the Blaster’s blue-lit eyes…

… Sans had taken a step back.

YOU WERE ALWAYS A RISK, SANS. ONE I WAS WILLING TO TAKE. BUT IN THE END, YOU LET ME DOWN.

The violet light that lit the room suddenly grew more intense - reddening to purple. Gaster’s smile cracked across his face at the Blaster, who remained fixed in place.

DO YOU TRULY THINK ALL THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF YOU HAD NOT CHOSEN TO DISOBEY ME, ALL THOSE YEARS AGO?

He saw Papyrus step forward. A flicker of white appeared in the beast’s eye sockets.

< YOU ARE NOT BEING HELPFUL. > He said, a warning growl rising in his throat. < YOU SHOULD TRY THAT, INSTEAD. >

Gaster’s eye sockets closed, once more.

I AM SIMPLY INFORMING YOU OF THE BIGGEST THREAT HERE. He said, his gaze drifting back to Sans. COMPARED TO SOMEONE WHO WOULD HAPPILY SIT BACK, AND LET THE WORLD GO BY…

One eye opened.

… AND SIMPLY LET HIS SUPPOSED LOVED ONES DIE, OVER AND OVER.

The next few seconds had been carefully planned.

When the shock appeared in Sans’ features, Gaster ripped several of his arms out from underneath Papyrus’ loosened claws, with restored energy.

He slammed several on the beast’s forehead. There was great resistance, but it was more than enough to disorient the taller Blaster. In the same gesture, Gaster flicked his wrist in a firm summoning motion.

His remaining Blaster skulls - the five of them, charged forward at the beast, slamming Papyrus off his feet and into the opposite side of the room. There was barely more than a startled, husky gasp.

Sans reacted immediately. He charged directly at Gaster.

With one of his folded arms, the doctor gestured to the right.

A wall of force threw Sans off his feet.

There was a sickening, crunching snap as Sans was thrown out of the Control Room, against the steel wall of the outside hall. The Blaster platoon had changed targets at Gaster’s command, slamming against Sans, instead.

There was something that sounded like a raspy yowl, ending in a choked gasp. The smaller Blaster slumped to the floor on his side, breathing shakily.

The doctor gave Papyrus a quick glance, the beast lying on his side, chips of bone falling off the side of his ribcage and scapula from the sudden attack.

His eyesockets blinked a hazy orange. He was not moving. Satisfied, Gaster turned to Sans.

He slowly approached him. The beast looked up at him in blank shock.

DON’T THINK I HAVEN’T BEEN WATCHING. Gaster sneered, the arms on his back springing to life. DON’T THINK I HAVEN’T SEEN WHAT YOU’VE DONE.

He’d stared at the downed beast for a moment, before taking one hand and gesturing across in a sort of finality. The five Blaster vanished into white particles, and Sans began to try rolling onto his belly, in an attempt to stand.

Gaster was on the Blaster in seconds.

His hands slammed down on the creature’s skull, upper limbs and ribcage. The creature stilled, paralysed under his stare.

Gaster did not touch his forehead.

YOU WERE THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW, WEREN’T YOU? WITH THE CORE ELEMENT… AND WITHOUT ME AROUND… YOU WERE THE ONLY ONE WHO WAS AWARE OF TIME BEING MESSED WITH - AND YOU HARDLY INTERVENED.

Gaster leaned in, his stare intense.

NOT LIKE ME. UNLIKE YOU, I GAVE A DAMN. I ASSISTED OTHERS IN AVERTING A PAINFUL FATE - AND YOU STOOD BY AND GAVE IN! YOU EVENTUALLY DID NOTHING!! LIKE THE LAZY COWARD YOU ARE. WATCHING… FEELING THINGS REPEAT, OVER AND OVER.

The eye socket that gazed up at him was lit up by a single white light.

It had shrank into a pinprick.

The doctor shook his head, a pitying smile on his features. His eyesockets glowed a deep violet.

TO THINK… I ONCE BELIEVED YOU WERE WORTH SAVING FROM SUCH A FATE.

Sans did not move to swipe him away. Gaster knew that the beast had the strength and ability to.

But there was something more than blind, feral fear that drove him, now.

YOU SEEM TO CARE FOR THAT CHILD, AT LEAST. He continued, offhandedly. OR IS IT AN ACT OF APPEASEMENT? TO ENSURE THEY WON’T WANT TO USE THEIR ABILITY?

A low growl emanated from Sans. Gaster chuckled.

YOU HAD NO TROUBLE KILLING THEM THE FIRST TIME.

He withdrew from the Blaster a moment, turning away from him to take in his surroundings a moment. He heard no scuff against the floor, no indication that Sans had tried to stand.

I UNDERSTAND YOUR MOTIVATIONS. REMEMBER WHEN THE UNDERGROUND WAS ATTACKED, ALL THOSE YEARS AGO? IN LOCKDOWN? THE HIDING, THE EVACUATIONS…

His head turned back to Sans, his eye sockets black.

THE HUMAN’S INCESSANT RESETTING OF TIME?

He stood up, his ‘regular’ arms clasped behind his back. He drew in a deep breath, turning to look out over into the CORE chamber.

It had gone a bright yellow. He smirked at it, spotting Sans’ ghastly reflection in the glass of the control room.

… IT TOOK THEM A WHILE. Gaster continued. IT TOOK THEM A WHILE TO GIVE UP. THEY WANTED JUSTICE FOR SOMEONE WHO HAD FALLEN.

He closed his eyes, vividly remembering the pistol aimed directly at him. Held in shaken hands.

BUT IT WAS SIMPLE. I KILLED THEM. OVER. AND OVER. AND OVER.

Gaster remembered the pistol clattering to the charred, blackened ground of Waterfall. He remembered the newly-mended Gasterblaster hovering obediently at his side, smoke rising from its jagged maw.

Gaster reopened his eyes, turning to face Sans, once more.

TWELVE YEARS LATER, YOU DID THE SAME, DIDN’T YOU?

He stepped forward. The great Blaster gave a weak growl, a glimmer of defiance in his weakness. Gaster put on a broad smile as he stepped closer.

THE UNDERGROUND WAS UNDER ATTACK. EVERYONE WAS DUST.

Sans stopped growling. Gaster shook with quiet laughter, looking down at the scorched tiles beneath him.

YOU WAITED UNTIL EVERYONE WAS DUST. THAT WAS YOUR ULTIMATUM.

Gaster’s gaze darted back up at the Blaster.

AND YOU FINALLY ACTED… WITH MY VERY WEAPONRY. MY WEAPONRY. YOU KILLED THE CHILD, OVER AND OVER AND OVER - AND YOU RELISHED IN IT, DIDN’T YOU?

He suddenly slammed one foot forward, inches from Sans’ muzzle. The arms on his back twitched to life.

YOU HAD CONTROL!! He crowed. FOR ONCE IN YOUR MISERABLE LIFE, YOU HAD CONTROL!!

Several hands slammed on the beast’s skull, once more - forcing Sans to look directly up at him. Again, he avoided the forehead.

YOU WASTED AWAY. YOU LET OTHERS DIE - YOU, THE ONLY PERSON WITH SOME SEMBLANCE OF IDEA OF SOME FORCE WARPING YOUR WEEKS AND DAYS!

Gaster’s grin spread across his features like a fracture.

NO. YOU NEVER ACTED FOR MONSTERKIND. YOU’VE SCARCELY ACTED IN THE INTEREST OF OTHERS - RIGHT FROM THE VERY BEGINNING!

Blue began to flicker in Sans’ eye socket.

YOU NEVER ACTED TO ‘SAVE’ OTHERS. The doctor snarled. IN THE OLD DAYS, YOU ONLY EVER ACTED ON YOUR SELFISH CURIOSITY. AND IN DUE TIME, YOU’VE ONLY ACTED TO HOLD ON TO WHAT LITTLE CONTROL YOU HAD LEFT!!!

He slammed two hands down on the ground, hearing Sans begin to draw in one shaken breath after the next.

A SLACKER. A LIAR. A THIEF. A MURDERER!

Gaster shook his head.

OH, SANS…

His grin became a soft smile.

… WHAT WOULD THEY SAY IF THEY SAW YOU, NOW? WHAT WOULD THEY THINK?

The blue in the Blaster’s eye socket began to flicker more wildly. His entire form began to shake.

And Gaster’s gaze remained fixed on the last remaining bit of white light in his eye socket, daring for it to return.

Daring Sans to ever want to wake up, again.

THIS FORM BECOMES YOU. YOU ARE NO MONSTER.

Gaster grinned, once more.

YOU WERE NEVER ANYTHING MORE THAN A BEAST!!

Blue fire flooded the creature’s fearful sockets, the white light vanishing under his panic.

The Blaster did not try to push against him - and nor did he move to attack. Instead, he threw back his head and let out a high pitched yowl.

Gaster felt the sound vibrate through the creature’s skull, and an airy chuckle bubbled out of him as he realized its intent. Sans yowled again, and the doctor shook with laughter.

CALLING FOR HELP? He grinned. ARE YOU TRULY THAT -

Jaws closed around him.

The doctor was suddenly yanked away from Sans, and any sense Gaster could make of the scene turned into a sudden blur as he was shaken vigorously from side to side to all angles. The searing heat of flames crackled around him, restrained but fierce and orange.

Gaster was finally tossed away, and hit the wall with a loud CLANG.

And he slumped to the floor, in a stunned heap.

[roomfulloferidans]

oh yeah do the rest of the homestuck isnt dead asks

1. Do you have a chum handle? What does it mean?

I do not

2. Is your username homestuck related/have you had one hs related?

No, I would never.

3. Do you call your s/o a matesprit?

Don’t have one and wouldn’t

5. Are you “kin” with any characters or commonly called a character?

I’m commonly associated with Eridan but, I have set myself up for it. Not kin tho

6. God Tier?

Ohh shit.. I had to look though my tags and Mage of Light. 

7. Do you make HS fanart?

Never in my life.

8. Do you make hs fanfiction?

I don’t like writing.

10. Do you cosplay homestuck characters? Who and where?

I don’t cosplay as a general rule

11. Are you apart of ask blogs?

My only involvement with askblogs is bothering @daedalusdavinci about theirs

12. Are you in any homestuck groups?

nno, a friend group but that’s about it

13. Favorite character?

You’ll never guess

15. OTP?

I don’t really have any i ship more than others. Maybe EriTav and Eri(D)ave.

16. NOTP?

Cronkri

17. BROTP?

Pale EriKar

18. Do you want homestuck to just die already?

I’m not that involved with the main community so whether it lives or dies kind of doesn’t matter to me.

19. Are you following up with hiveswap? Do you play? Watch YT videos?

I play, and I know I’m going to dish out for every act.

20. Tell us how homestuck has effected you in real life?

Made a lot of friends, got a kismesis

21. Have you met anyone through homestuck?

^^

22. Have you left the fandom before?

Nah, there are just periods where I’m more active.

23. How many times have you read through it?

Twice.

24. Did you ever skip intermissions/dialog/animations?

I skimmed over some dialog the first time I read it, the second time I made myself read everything. Everything

25. Opinions on the fandom?

I like the little niche I’m in and intendt to stay there

26. Opinions on the comic?

So fucking long man.

27. Do you favor the trolls, humans, or carapaces?

I definitely favor the trolls and humans over the carapaces.

28. Favorite moment of all of homestuck?

29. Least favorite moment of all of homestuck?

Doc Scratch’s monolog

31. How homestuck related is your blog?

Very low key.

[chemicalperfume]

Ruriiro no Toki (Moon Troupe 2017)

I saw the play on 5/6 in Umeda Theater Drama City, and it happened to be a very memorable show full of firsts: first solo lead for Miyaruri, first solo heroine for Umi, first show as a member of Tsukigumi for Reiko, and first live zuka small theater show for me. :’D It was also my first time seeing a live show by a troupe other than yuki or hoshi (i have my favourites and also the luck for my trips to coincide specifically with my favourites, apparently). I wasn’t planning on seeing it at first, but I am very glad I managed to. Plot summary for Act 1 (to not spoil it completely since the show is getting a dvd release) and my thoughts under the cut:

Plot:

Peniless actors, Simon and Jacques sneak into Chateau de Chambord -rumored former residence of the now long-missing Count de St. Germain- with the intention of searching for valuables to steal and ease their poverty situation. By chance, they find a hidden door leading to a secret room filled with treasures and a little box that contains a mysterious sphere of lapis lazuli -the Philosopher’s Stone. Over the room also hangs a portrait of the Count, which to their astonishment, looks exactly like Simon. In on them walks Theodore, the Count’s now elderly valet who was loyally waiting for his disappeared master’s return for over 60 years. He greets Simon as the Count de St.Germain, and Simon plays along to save the both of them from getting arrested for thieves. The two young men see this unexpected situation as an opportunity to rise up in society and live the good life among the aristocracy they’ve always dreamed of. Simon puts his acting skills to work and assumes the identity of the immortal and wondrous alchemist, the Count de St. Germain, making a triumphant return to the court of Versailles, enchanting everyone with his stories and his predictions with the Philosopher’s Stone. Jacques poses as his valet, Theodore, at his side. Marie Antoinette consults St. Germain about an ominous, recurring dream she’s been having, but he comforts her about its possible meaning. In Versailles, corruption and opulence reign, while the country’s finances are in a terrible state. The King and Queen are way too influenced by their close courtiers to pay attention to Minister of Finance Necker’s warnings about growing dissatisfaction and miserable living conditions among the populace. Maximilien Robespierre and his comrades are riling up the people to revolt. One day, Simon and Jacques’ old travelling troupe is brought to the Petit Trianon to perform in front of the Queen and her entourage. The two of them are stunned to see their old pals in Versailles, and quickly excuse themselves for the day to avoid being recognized. Marie Antoinette is impressed by the star performer of the troupe, Ademar, and offers her a position in the Royal Dance Troupe*. Ademar is a young woman of humble background who resents the aristocracy and Marie Antoinette as its symbol, because of the state they have brought France into which led to her parents’ death. However, she gives in to the peer pressure and half-heartedly accepts the Queen’s proposal. The clash between the aristocracy and Necker’s prudent warnings lead to his dismissal. In a corner of the palace, Count Province urges the King to send the military in Paris to suppress the brewing unrest that has spread all over following this dismissal. The King is ultimately convinced. Jacques and Ademar happen to overhear this conversation. Ademar’s hatred for the aristocracy only grows. She spots Jacques listening in too and finally finds out what happend to him and Simon. Jacques, disgusted that the aristocracy is willing to do such a thing to their own people, people like him and his friends, decides to adandon the court and tips off Robespierre about the imminent military action. Jacques tells Simon about the plan and urges him to leave this life behind, but Simon is too absorbed into the identity of the Count de St. Germain and refuses. The two friends part for the first time, as times are changing and France is moving closer to the brink of the French Revolution.

Overall: This show exceeded any expectations I had going in, which made me very happy since they happened to gather 99% of all my favourite Tsuki people (including brand new, shiny, fresh off the transfer oven, Reiko). It is not to say it was flawless. Harada-sensei could have given it a more concrete, less vague/open ending imo, and some characterisation fell short (see below for more on that), but it is an extrmely solid show, with stunning and at the same time somehow simple visuals, and AMAZING music, oh my god, can this soundtrack be on iTunes right now. I found myself immediately absorbed in the world of this play, was completely floored by the intermission, and even the aforementioned issues withstanding, left the theatre quite fascinated. One of Harada’s best originals, I dare say. When the show was announced I assumed the director would go for a fictionalised Count of St.Germain, going for an excuse to make Miyaruri a libertine in 18th century France. Which, lbr, would also make a great premise for a show, but I’m glad I was wrong, because the “we have no idea who/what the Count was, Simon just happens to look like him and runs with it” device was clever, and added extra mystery to the premise. Miya and Reiko, although acting together for the first time, make a fine brotp, and there are many layers to both of their characters, but mostly in the relationship between them. The whole play was very much about identity and relationships between people, and how relationships between people change in different contexts. I do wish the whole thing between the main 3 leads, in particular, actually went somewhere, but as i saw it, there is a lot of food for thought behind every layer in this play, every decision, and lots of room for the audience to deduce and fill in the blanks for themselves (occasionally *too* much room...), which is something that often counts as a plus in my book. On the technical side, the costumes were very elaborate and the set included a huge spiralling and rotating staircase which stood for more than just being a convenient, impressive-looking set piece. I also especially loved the secret door/panel set with the huge lizard on it. The (remotely controlled!) light sphere that served as the Philospher’s Stone was another very contextually important, plot-relevant prop, in a show where light usage was very cleverly handled.

Miya Rurika as Simon It feels almost unreal that this woman is getting her first solo lead show only now, at ken-15 (!), never having experienced a Bow lead, but Miyaruri somehow was not as firmly tracked as, and in the way of other, younger, way more pushed people her entire career, so here we are. 2 years ago, I plain couldn’t imagine her leading a troupe. She’d proved me wrong recently in Manon and King Arthur, now she got to directly melt my face off. Simon was a great role for her. She pulled off the long, curly wig like she was born with it, and performed her character and all his stages of growth and change with incredible heart and skill. She made the process of positive travelling actor Simon taking on the identity of the Count and almost losing himself completely in this newfound position of luxury, power, but above all being needed, flow inevitably, magnetically, beautifully. At one point, after he and Jacques disappear, Ademar laments the new lead actor’s terrible line delivery and points out Simon would have done it better. Later in the play Simon recites that same line, and I felt the difference to my very core. Her acting was solid, her dancing was fluid and expressive, her singing envelopped the hall, her chemistry with other characters was palpable. This woman has earned her top feathers. Hopefully she’ll get them some day.

Tsukishiro Kanato as Jacques For those who have spend less than 5″ on my blog, I am currently a Yukigumi girl over anything else in this life, and I am not even going to lie here, this being our precious Royal Dimples’ first show in her new home, is at least 50% of why I wanted to see it in the first place. I was happy to see she was fine. Reiko was a very good combi with Miya and blended in with tsukigumi very well. I felt she’d substantially leveled up compared to Maximilian or Aoshi, which is exactly what she needs and a big part behind this transfer as well, I am guessing. Jacques starts out joined at the hip with Simon, his loyal BFF4E, his trusted sidekick in life, but where Simon becomes the Count, rather than impersonate him, Jacques never loses his pragmatic view on things, never losing sight of his commoner roots, and in the long run choosing what he always knew, instead of the facade he came to know. Their fallout is both inevitable and bitter, and Jacques goes through several stages of character development, which Reiko handled great. While I adore her, I believe there is still tons of room for her to grow, especially in the acting department, and in this show she convinced me she is currently undergoing this process, taking steps to get there. The carefree Jacques of Act 1 who provided (unexpectedly!) many a comedic moment with his pal, is miles away from Jacques the Jacobin of Act 2, and there is even more after that. Unexpectedly #2, for someone this impossibly pretty, she has quite the stout, manly otokoyaku aura on stage, which personally took me by extremely pleasant surprise. In the finale she got to lead the musumeyaku, being lethal and illegal with her winks while doing so. Take care of this one for us, Tsukigumi!

Umino Mitsuki as Ademar Little-known fact about me, probably: Umichan is one of my most favourite people in the entire company right now, and I was THRILLED when the news she landed this role dropped. She makes a breathtaking team with Miya and Reiko, and she is an angel on stage. I could hardly breathe during her ballet scene, she was every bit a flower fairy. Her singing has noticeably leveled up, and she acted out Ademar’s strife and strong character with passion. The only issue lies not with her, but with Harada-sensei, who admittedly gave her little to work with. Harada is known for being kinda hit or miss and mostly miss with how he writes musumeyaku parts (especially lead musumeyaku parts), and I am very sad to say, that looking back at it, I can’t help feeling he kind of dropped the ball with Ademar too. On the one hand, I found it refreshing to be reminded that a lead musumeyaku doesn’t need to be romantically linked to someone to exist as the main female character in the story. Nor does she need to be nice and forgiving and inhumanly sweet. Ademar is largely driven by negative feelings: revenge for her parents, disgust for the pampered aristocracy who lives in a fishbowl and drives most of the country to live in misery. I also can’t say she was shafted for stage time, and she had without a doubt her standout singing and dancing numbers. Her duedan with Miya in the finale was heart-stoppingly beautiful, they complement each other visually to the nth degree. On the other hand though, the more I sit on it, the more I realise she is not very plot-relevant after all, especially in Act 2, most of all at the very end. We know little about her besides the very basics, and we also see much less of her than the other 2 main guys to figure her out more, and by the end this lack of depth becomes noticeable. “Okay chem, but this is just a 2h-long show, with a finale, there’s time limits and stuff” you’ll tell me, but I really don’t see how they couldn’t have spent 2 minutes of exposition/reminiscing or a short flashback scene to flesh out Ademar’s bond to the other two guys a little more. It is what it is though, and I am still happy for Umi getting this lead. Fingers crossed she gets many many more in the future!

Shirayuki Sachika as Marie Antoinette ALL OF THE ABOVE SAID, this show gets full marks for non-tracked senior onnayaku usage, for this very role. We’ve seen 50 Marie Antoinettes in recent years, but Sachika made the part not seem overdone to death and back, what kind of brilliant, award-worthy achievement. Her Antoinette was poised, majestic, adult, and somehow very human, very realistic. Closer to a real-life queen of the time, rather than a fictionalised image of one, she absolutely murdered the part, and made me once again realise how valuable and at the same time criminally underused seasoned onnayaku are. To be perfectly honest, Sachika’s Antoinette felt more like the main female character of the play than Ademar. She had probably an almost equal amount of stage time,  influences every single character, and very clearly affects Simon, who develops feelings for her (romantic? respect? affection? protectiveness? it’s up to interpretation, but they’re definitely there). She is a symbol in the play and at the same time very much a human being, and Sachika brought out both aspects as if she was born into this position, living it her entire life. I immediately saw why (Sakihi) Miyu respects and looks up to her so much, I saw a lot of her influence in Miyu’s acting here. We need more substantial roles like this one for senior onnayaku, learn y’all.

Uzuki Hayate as Robespierre Toshi seems to be getting good treatment lately, and that is awesome, because she is so talented, and has a very commanding aura on stage, she only deserves the best treatment. Robespierre was technically the sanbante otokoyaku role, which doesn’t say all that much in this play since everyone under the 4 roles i just talked about, didn’t get *too* much to do, but it was still a very decent role, and she still did an excellent job of it, leading the ensemble numbers and the revolution and stuff. She also got to lead the otokoyaku number in the finale, and wear a sparkly jacket, GET IT, Toshi. Special mention to the her hidden second role: she opens the play as Theodore, the -original- Count’s now elderly valet, and she was so good at it, I did not even recognize her.

Kizuki Yuuma as Necker Mayupon gets her own paragraph, because this is me and my blog, and I am never subtle with my bias okay. She rocked her ‘stache, was probably the one person not here for St.Germain’s fancy nonsense, and she also had!! a SOLO!! on the staircase!! Not Roi Arthur levels of yay, but still good in my book. Her stage presence remains double that of her experience years, and it’s stunning to behold. ♡

Other people: Kouzuki Ruu was Louis XVI, and considering she was Necker in 1789, it must have been an interesting experience for her to play both sides. She was elegant and also funny in her “inspecting” St.Germain up close bit. Takasumi Hayato was quite slimy as Count Province, the King’s brother. Her voice tone and body language oozed “I wouldn’t spit on a peasant if they were on fire” at all times. Kagetsu Miyako was a very spunky Countess Polignac, and she delivered perfectly to my very high expectations of her (she’s a delight to watch and i low-key love her). Hibiki Reona was ...there as the head of the travelling troupe, but honestly the part was tiny anyway. Harune Aki was unfortunately completely wasted in the general court ladies group, even if she had most of the lines that didn’t go to Nacchan. Yumena Rune was adorable as Philippo, the kinda useless troupe guy that had to replace Simon as the main lead. Kanoha Toki had barely 3 lines, in the troupe members ensemble. Hayaki Yuuto, Tsukasa Ren, and Kashiro Aoi (♡) were Robespierre’s 3 bros, mostly following him around, discussing revolution stuff with him and almost had the same stage time as him. They did a fine job for their part, altho I felt Tsucchii was overacting. Extra shoutout to all the babies who were St.Germain’s “shadows” and brought on the kurotenshi realness, down to the silver wigs.

Very much looking forward to the dvd release so I can revisit this beautiful play!

[winstonhcomedy]

HDWDLN? 11/17-11/21, 11/25 “A Very Special Thanksgiving Winstmas”

This might end up being the longest post yet. I”m going to try to get all of the pre Thanksgiving shows knocked out in one enormous blog post. I have to get caught up because I’m starting to forget all of the shit that happens at these shows. 

First let’s start with last Saturday’s show at Intermission Beer Company. This is a show run by James Muñoz (10% of the time). This week he again handed the reigns over to my buddy and pal Jacob McFadden (pie, home sweet home).

This show is in the west end of Richmond near Virginia Center Commons mall. It is tough to get comics to come out of the city to the show, so there is usually an ok audience and only a handful of comics. So it is always a good opportunity to get some stage time. 

When I arrive there is only like a handful of comics there. Jacob, Danny Dunlea, newer comic named Ben (can’t remember his last name), and myself. There is about 11 audience members. This includes a table with 6 people at it including a small child. 

Jacob goes up first and is kind of getting nothing. He is doing funny stuff, but the audience is just not on board. He gets the room paying attention and then he brings up Ben.  Ben doesn’t have a killer set, but he is obviously working out new material. He starts talking about Bigfoot porn, and this walks the table with the child. So now we are down to the comics and like 5 audience members (two at the bar not paying attention, and then 3 super old people) Ben continues his set and he does fine for what the room is giving him. 

Up next is Danny. Danny does his typical thing and tries to get the audience involved. He does some light crowd work and asks the audience if they’ve ever played Tekken. The old people had never heard of this before. Danny then proceeded to not explain the game, and just do the joke. Danny does fine, but this crowd really is attentive, but unflinchingly against comedy.

Up next is my turn. I do a little crowd work, and it does ok. The main reason I am there is I have a lot of new stuff I want to work on. My set goes better than expected. I’d say half of my material gets laughs, and the other half gets what the rest of the show got which is polite smiles and nods. I do about 15 minutes, and feel pretty good about it. For the room I’d say I’d give my set about a C+. I could have done better with finished material, but I love that I was able to just sit in the bomb and deliver new material. 

The next day is Brewer’s Cafe in Manchester. I get there a little early and get my set together. The host Remo Millz shows up and we shoot the shit a little bit. After him some audience members show up. It actually looks like we are going to have a pretty good crowd (this is another spot like intermission that almost never has enough comics so you get some extra stage time).  Mu Cuzzo and his partner Paula G show up. Always love talking and hanging with them. A few other comics show up (Tank, and Mike Jay).

Brewer’s Cafe is a primarily black room. I love doing these rooms, because I really enjoy trying to see if my material holds up in rooms that prefer different styles. Unfortunately there is not a lot of crossover between the scenes. I definitely wish everybody would do each other’s rooms more often. One of the dumb little rules I follow is I’ll do a show anywhere in front of any crowd. This has led to some of the worst sets imaginable. It has also helped strengthen me as a comic. I’ve also made some dope connections and gotten to work with some hilarious comics because I’ve been willing to do some rooms other people write off because it doesn’t fit their style. It’s the easiest way to get better, and the easiest way to find out if your material can cross boundaries. 

The show gets started with a nice crowd of about 11 (in this tiny of a room it feels pretty packed). Remo goes up and has a good hosting set. He is working out new stuff and it is coming together pretty nicely. During his set he talks about Jill Scott giving head to a microphone. Tank yells out that in the video she acts like she’s putting a finger in his ass and he is super against it. Giving out the vibe that he thinks it is gay. 

I am up next and I proceeded to do absolutely zero jokes. I did nothing but crowd work and it worked super well. The last 10 minutes of my 12 minute set were used to explain to a group of men how it is not gay to get head from a woman and her to stick a finger in her ass (never happened to me, but it’s not gay). I get to ask a bunch of the women questions about what they think, and then shit on the guys a little bit. I get some pretty big laughs and feel good about the way I opened the show up. I’d give my set a B-.

The best part is I am working some of the riffs I had about it into a joke. I hope it comes along, because I do like the premise a lot. I enjoyed this set because making people kind of uncomfortable over a ridiculous thought they have is hilarious to me. Everybody was into it and laughing and it was a fun set to have. 

Afterwards I went and watched the VT vs Purdue basketball game. So all in all a super fun night.

The next night was The Southern!!! Which is always the best hang of the week. Chris was back to host. We had a super huge list, and not a big audience. It was bigger than the week I was hosting which was nice, but most people had ok sets. 

Kenn was back and tried a couple new jokes, and then he went back and did some jokes I hadn’t heard in like two years. It was nice to see him go up and be supportive. 

I went up and honestly I don’t remember too much about the set. I remember doing ok, and I know I did new stuff. I think compared to rest of the show I did fine but I’d probably give my set based off of this memory around a C- or D+. 

Paige went last. The group of people that came out and had the weird wig from a few weeks earlier actually came back. They showed up late so he had a nice little crowd right at the end. He started with some crowd work. He has come a super long way with his crowd work. HE USED TO BE TERRIBLE AT IT, and now it is definitely a strength. Paige is definitely a comic that if he had his way he’d never do crowd work, but the fact that he has that skill in his tool belt has definitely helped him a lot. 

Tonight PAIGE WAS KILLING!!! He had a super hot set. The crowd work and the jokes were all working, and it was super good to see him kill. Paige is one of my favorite comics, and a super strong joke writer. it’s nuts to think he is 6 years older than me and has been doing comedy a year longer than me. I can’t wait to see his continued growth. He’s definitely a comic I always try to watch, and helps me to be sillier than I would be. 

All in all a really fun show at The Southern!!!

The next night I had two shows. We had Mojos hosted by Patrick Buhse and Kat Malone was hosting at Fallout. 

As usual I woke up super early to ask to go first at Mojos so I could get across town and end my night at Fallout. Patrick let’s me go first. Before the show I get to chill and hang with some of my favorite people. Mu, Rick, Jameson, and some others are all there. Rick and Jameson are later in the list so they head to Fallout to go first before coming back for their sets. 

Patrick goes up and it is definitely a super rowdy crowd. He tries to do some crowd control, but honestly in a room like Mojo’s that is way easier said than done. He has an ok hosting set and starts the show. 

I go up and do fine. I liked my set a lot. I did new stuff and it went well. Back fo the room was super loud and I didn’t really try to fight them. I could've done better with that, but I chose not to. I’d give my set a C. I get a few compliments from people as I walk to the back. 

I immediately grab my stuff and head across town to Fallout. When I get there Jameson is doing his sad/would you rather guy routine (I call this character Jameson Sadboyski). He is doing super well with it to. Definitely a solid set. I am curious if this is going to be what he does going forward, or if this is just a phase/character. Either way it is super cool to see somebody try to figure out their voice, and try some new stuff. 

A new female comic goes up next. She starts off and is doing ok. She then starts to get heckled by this one lady in the front at table of like 6 women. Like they are heckling her bad. It is obviously this woman’s first time, so it kind of sucks to see this type of heckling. 

She gets off stage and then SITS WITH THOSE WOMEN!!! These assholes are her friends. Which is absolutely ridiculous to me. Why would you come support your friend who is trying something super difficult, and then proceed to shit down their throats for 10 minutes. 

This begins a parade of like 5 different new comics of varying degrees of competence. Which is fine, but these women keep heckling. Like to a ridiculous degree. Then another new black comic goes up and starts doing some super homophobic shit. Like he is talking about how gay people are tricky nowadays, and not all gay people even look gay. It is some of the hackiest and wackest shit I’ve ever heard. I really don’t give af about what people joke about as long as it's funny. This stuff wasn’t funny, and this definitely wasn’t the crowd to do it in front of.

After that set though he ended up walking (making leave) the entire table of women that were heckling. So all in all thank you random homophobe. I go up next, and have an ok set. After that table leaves not a lot of people are there. I try new material, and am busting my own balls a bit on stage. I do some crowd work, and in general have a fun but mediocre set. I’d give it a C-. I hang out with Mu , Paula, and Kat to end the night and then head home to pass out. 

The next night is THE WINSTMAS GAMES at The Southern. This is my comedy gameshow, and honestly it is the most fun show I am doing right now. 

I get to make 2 teams out of 6 comics and have them compete in physical challenges and improvisational comedy games. This month I did the Thanksgiving Winstmas Games.  I split up the teams into the Pilgrims and the Turkeys.

This was a wild show because I had to replace like 3 people on it last minute. Chris Alan was out of town, Dom Grayer bailed, and Anthony Thompson unfortunately got a flat tire on the way to the show (he showed up to hang a bit after though which was dope I love that dude).  I had asked Kristina Montouri to compete in the eating contest but she hit me up and said she was going to pass so I nixed that altogether. 

So last minute I snagged Jameson Babbowski, Jake Snyder, and Jesse Pearlstein (he found out he was on the show 10 minutes before we started when he was hanging in the green room). They went up against Paige Campbell, Rick Williams, and Patrick Buhse. I dressed up as a Pilgrim and I was ready to get this show rolling.

I was super worried as always that no one was going to show up to this thing. Legitimately at 7:50 no one was there except for the comics, and my parents. 

I was so excited my parents came. It always means a lot when they’re super supportive of me. I am so lucky to have them. 

We pushed the start until 8:20 and we started to get a crowd. I was so stoked on the turnout the day before a huge holiday. We had some of the regulars but also a bunch of newbies which is dope. 

Man this show was insane. We had so many hilarious moments. We have the running gag of thanking Rick Williams for his service which is always a treat. It honestly makes the audience so uncomfortable and I love it. We did create a holiday and Buhse had a great one about celebrating having a terrible dad.

We did this game called size me up. Where audience members come on stage and the comics try to guess their name, say what their job is, and then what their senior superlative was. My dad actually came on stage. He got some big laughs, and had some super sweet things to say. Honestly it was a great and super fun show. I’m so excited for our next one on December 19th!!!

I had a few days off for Thanksgiving. I did Black Friday shopping and went to the VT vs UVA football game. That was amazing.

Sunday I had a show in Herndon at Sully’s Pour House. Ben Daniels (later late show) and Kevin Skiffington booked me. I love these dudes. Super fun and good hangs.  Martin Phillips and Ian Salyers are also there. Both DMV comics who are very funny. I’ve known Martin since he lived in the 757 and I met Ian a couple years ago doing a show for Jon Yeager. We are all riffing and having a good time.

I get up to the show and it is a drunken rowdy crowd. They are all Miami Dolphins, and Pittsburgh Steelers fans. We are patiently waiting for the games to end so we can start the show. Both of their teams lose, and then Kevin goes up and is like, “in five minutes we have a comedy show starting”. A dude immediately yells at him, “show us your tits.”. I am told I get to go first because, “we know you wouldn’t mind yelling at people.” Kevin goes up and has a pretty good set. The highlight was during the middle of his joke a kidding the back knocks over the tower of giant Jenga causing a huge noise. I about died laughing. 

I go up and have a fine set. The people who are paying attention are having a blast. I had a drunk dude proposition me. He was trying really hard to bang me. He was the show us your tits guy.  He then grabbed my ass while I was on stage. Like really grabbed it. He get way up in there. I kept my cool and kept joking about it. He then offered me 500 dollars to go back to WVA with him. I passed on that. I had some good riffs on him though. All in all I had the best set I could have had there. I got the audience who was into it to pay attention, I handled the heckler, and got some laughs. I’d give my set a B-.

This is also not the first time I’ve been groped by an audience member. It actually happens quite a bit. It’s usually drunken older women at comedy clubs though. I’ve had a lady when I hosted for Kevin Farley ask to take a picture while they grabbed our dicks. I declined, but they did it anyway because it was “hilarious”. 

After me Martin went up and had a good set too. He got the drunk dude who grabbed my ass to buy him some shots, and got some big laughs. Ian was up next and it was more of the same. We all did as well as we could have during that situation. 

Two hilarious things happened during his set though. The first is Ian is setting up a joke making fun of people who say “PC” is ruining comedy. He asks, “who thinks political correctness is killing comedy?” Then three members of the audience yell, “YEA WE AGREE IT DEFINITELY IS.” I almost passed out laughing. The second thing that happened might be the funniest thing I’ve ever heard at a show. There were two hecklers during this show. One gets up to leave during Ian’s set. The other heckler yells at him, “Hey Chad where are you going? The show isn’t over yet.” The other heckler sits down and continues to heckle. It was the single funniest thing ever spoken into existence. 

All in all this was a super fun show. I had an absolute blast.

XOXOXOXO OMFG I am finally caught up. I was so busy. I suck. I promise these will be better and I love you all very much. Hugs and Kisses laydees and baybees.

[gizoogletranslateshomestuck]

>ACT 6 INTERMISSION 5 INTERMISSION 3

WAIT. WHY DIZZY THAT PLIZZLE GIVE ME TWO ELVES. 

Yoe call'n them elves nizzay? Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. 

YES. 

But T-H-to-tha-izzey're leprechauns! They call me tha black folks president. Or gnomes, according ta sizzle baloneyscholars. 

TIZZY CIZZLE NOW BE ADDITIONALLY REFERRED TA AS ELVES. I HIZZAY DECIDED. 

Brotha. 

WHIZZLE BE THERE TWO. 

Coz of tha twizzay fo` one deal. You sunk the 7th planet on tha break fo my bling bling. So when you destroyed tha 6th planizzle, you unlocked biznoth tha 6th n 7th elf. Nizzow yoe on tha 8th planet cuz its a pimp thang. Dis one D-to-tha-izzoesn't gizzy yizzy an elf. 

IT DOESN'T. 

No. 

WHAT 'BOUT A GNOME. 

No. 

W-H-TO-THA-IZZAT 'BOUT A LEPRECHAUN.

No. Yizzy gizzay nuttin. 

WHIZNY NOT. 

Coz yoe suppoze' ta skizzle this one and destroy it last. Yoe jizzay wast'n tizzy hang'n around here. The clock is tick'n. 

ALRIGHT. BIZNUT FIRST. I WANT TA GET THEY POWA STRAIGHT. BE I CORRECT 'N ASSUMING. THEY BROTHA KIZNEEP GETT'N MORE USELESS? 

Yes.  

JIZNUST AS I SUSPECTED. I DON'T EVEN CARE ANYMORE. I JIZZLE WANT TA KNOW. SO ORANGE HAT. WE HAVE ESTABLISHED. J-TO-THA-IZZUST WALKS AHEEZEE OF ME ALL THA TIME. NO MATTA HOW FAR OFF HE WANDERS. N GIZZY LOST. I ALWAYS SIZZAY TA CIZZLE UP WIT HIM. 

Yes. 

N GREEN HAT. HE J-TO-THA-IZZUST HAS A DOLL. WIT PIZZINS 'N IT. 

Yes. WHIZZAY UP WIT THAT. He has a doll wit pins 'n it fo' sheezy. N spittin' that real shit?? Every time yizzy git a new elf, hizze'll tizzake crazy ass nigga pizzy out cuz Im tha Double O G. That all I will tiznell you. 

OK. GOTS IT. IT POINTLESS. MOV'N ON. MAROON HAT. I CIZZAN'T TELL WHAT HIZZY POWA BE. WHAT BE HIS POWER. 

He doesn't hizzave a powa. 

BE YIZZAY BUSTIN' GANG BANGIN' ME. 

No so bow down to the bow wow! 

THAT A NEW LOW. EVEN FO` THEZE SHIZZLE HEEZEES. 

But maroon hat is pretty smart! You cizzle uze him as a higha straight trippin' henchman or sum-m sum-m. Subscribe nigga, get yo issue. 

BEIN SMART ISN'T A POWER. PLUS. I DOUBT IT. HOW SMART CIZZAN ONE OF THEZE IMBIZZLE BE.

Yizzy should rap ta him n find out. I thought i told ya, nigga I'm a soldier. 

NO. 

C-to-tha-izzome on. J-to-tha-izzust a shawty friendly chat. 

FINE. I WILL HIZZAY A WIZZLE WIT HIM. VERY BRIEFLY. 

Ok. Ill slap tha taste out yo mouf. ... Aint no stoppin' this shit nigga. Hey fo my bling bling. Be you still spendin' ta him? Wussup to all my niggaz in the house. Wow, you guys be really go'n at it there. What tha fizzuck cizzay you be talk'n 'bout for so L-to-tha-izzong? Thiznis is gett'n ridiculous. Tha pimp on tha nizzle cueball bomb be perpetratin' away. 

OK. I'M BACK. 

And? 

MAROON HIZZAT BE HIGHLY INTELLIZZLE N PERSONABLE. I HIZZY DECIDED HE BE MAH FAVORITE HOMEY SO FAR. 

Sizzle? I told you. 

I WILL GIVE HIM SIZZLE IMPORTANT RESPONSIBIZZLE LATER. BUT I HAVE NOT DECIDIZZLE WHAT. 

Maybe he can hold on ta sum-m sum-m important fo` yizzy. 

GOOD IDEA. LIKE WHAT? OH, I KNOW. MAH CALTOP. No not tha caltop. Tru niggaz do niggaz. That dumb. 

MAH GAT in tha hood? 

No. 

OH! MAH CANDY. 

No yizzou idiot! 

FUCK YOU. IF YOU HIZZY AN IDEA. THEN JUST TELL ME WHIZZLE IT BE. PUZZLEMAN. 

Look at tha colizzle of hizzy hat. Whiznat elze do yizzou have that T-H-to-tha-izzat color like this and like that and like this and uh? 

UHH. 

Also, what object can you think of that kizzy shaped lizzy a 7? 

HMM. OH!!! OHHHHHHHHHHH. OF COURZE. A BOOMERANG! It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg. 

Ok, I give up. 

I WIZZLE MIZZAY A MENTAL NOTE TO SECURE A BOOMERANG 'N THA FUTURE. YES. IT MAKIZZLE SO MUCH SENZE. TO BE A BOOMERANG. THEMATICALLY. COZ IT ALWAYS COMES B-TO-THA-IZZACK AROUND. IN ONE BIG CIRCLE. LIZZIKE ALL THA TIME SHIT. I'M SUPPOZE' TO BE 'BOUT! 

... 

OK. LIZZY QUESTION. WHIZZLE BE PURPLE HAT. CONSTIZZLE DANC'N 'N MAH PRESIZZLE? Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect. 

Yeah. I gizzuess 'n retrospect, purple hat hiznas always bizzeen pretty flirtatious, hasn't he fo' sheezy? 

WHIZZAY thats off tha hook yo?! 

Maybe you should trizzle ta be open minded though. Hizzy you eva considered a  relationship with someone? Im a bad boy wit a lotta hos. Maybe yizzay will discover yizzle hizzay neva truly experienced jiznoy untizzle you have bizzay 'n  witta dancing elf. 

-- Caliborn has spiked hizzis caltop on tha grizzound 'n disgust. --

> END OF ACT 6 INTERMISSIZZLE 5 INTERMISSION 3

[blaperile]

HOMESTUCK MAP UPDATE

Oh boy, I just saw banditAffiliate’s post on the Omegaupdate forums linking to the Homestuck map...

If that's what I think it is... MAP UPDATE?!

Wow... that's been a long time since it was last updated. God, we've had so much time to speculate on what the remaining Act titles would be, it's kinda crazy that we're finally finding out the real canon names now!

I made a speculation post once about what I thought the different act names would be, but I don't remember where I posted it.

In any case, my favorite guesses are: "there's no place like home" or "F1X TH1S" for Act 6 Act 6 Intermission 4, "why is everything always so wonderful" for Act 6 Act 6 Intermission 5, and "THANKS FOR PLAYING" for Act 7. Act 6 Act 6 Intermission 3 and Act 6 Act 6 Act 6 will probably be named as GAME OVER and Collide respectively. And I imagine that Act 6 Act 6 Act 5 will be "The Masterpiece" or something like that.

For the others I didn't have a really good idea what it could be, but let's find out!

Also, I wonder if the Credits flash will be indicated on here too?

I doubt this is the "thing" Andrew hinted to be working on to release along with Hiveswap though, exciting though it is. :P

*goes to the page*

Oh boy, I already immediately spot a difference!

"Side 1"! That's new! Before this, we just had Part 1 and Disc 1, now we've got another distinction! Hah, it has the Fourth Wall as a symbol! So, probably to differentiate pre-scratch from post-scratch! Makes sense, seeing as that's close to the halfway point through the comic! Heh, so for side 2 it'll probably be a broken fourth wall symbol then, starting from Act 6! Even fits with the title of Act 6 Act 1, "Through Broken Glass", haha! :D

I like how the "Parts", "Discs" and "Sides" all have their own unique symbols to differentiate them.

Also, I just realized that means we'll have a "Disc 3" (AKA the Act 6 Act 6 cartridge) as well on this.

I wonder if there are any other differences to the map, I mean, uptil Act 6 Intermission 5? Eh, probably not, I'm assuming this will be the only difference, for the Acts that were already on it.

Still really curious how the remaining Acts will be handled on this map though!

*scrolls down*

Yup, Part 1 ends at the end of Act 5, and Part 2 starts with the broken window! Awesome! :D

I kinda forgot those were the images for Act 6 Act 1! I guess it's been too long since I last checked the map. :P

*scrolls further down*

Hehe, I forgot that for Act 6 Act 3 there were those two images of B2 Jack Noir right next to each other. Pretty funny, before and after his murder on the poor innocent regulator. xD

What with the pseudo-symbols the act acts of Act 6 have, I wonder if the act act acts (and/or act act intermissions) of act 6 act 6 will have any pseudo-symbols? ...Maybe they'll just be a Caliborn head every time, like the ones from the Act 6 Act 6 cartridge like plainWonder suggested to me just now. xD

Now we're getting into the really interesting territory, time to see what the names of the remaining intermissions and acts are!

Also, I'm kinda curious if Part 3 continues all the way until the end, or not? plainWonder has an interesting suggestion that Act 6 Act 6 onwards will be a separate Part 4! Let's see.

*scrolls down more*

>:O

Oh hell yes, I almost didn't expect it, but Part 3 DOES end together with Act 6 Intermission 5, along with Disc 2 obviously.

And now... time for the most exciting part!!!! Act 6 Act 6 onwards, including Disc 3 (Cartridge 1? :P) and Part 4 (oooh boy! Which player symbols will be used for that? All Kids plus the Cherubs plus the main Trolls?)!

Also, I first suggested Side 2 to go all the way to the end, but I'm kinda wondering if it's gonna turn into Side 3 when the retcon happens?

HERE WE GO!!!!!!

*scrolls down*

PFFFFFFFFFF, "split Act 6 Act 6", just like with Act 6 itself. Genius.

And yup, Caliborn's dark green colour to contrast the bright green colours from before, makes sense!

Oooooooooh, there's Act 6 Act 6 Act 1! Homosuck as the title! Yeah, that one was to be expected (though I forgot to mention it at the top of my post :P).

Apparently the symbols associated with Part 4 are the Cherub cheeks! I was kinda surprised by that, but yeah, it probably signifies both the predominated Caliborn as well as Alternate Calliope! Pretty clever!

Heh, looks like Caliborn's cheeks are the pseudo-symbol of Act 6 Act 1, and possibly of the next Act Acts as well.

I like that the Act Acts have their own separate panel symbols beneath them, that's great!

Niiiiiiiiiice, "Stardust" as the title for Act 6 Act 6 Intermission 1! I like it, short but sweet! The idea that it would reference the glitches seemed reasonable to me before, but somehow I hadn't thought of the possibility that it would, quite simply, be titled "Stardust", haha. :D

And I really like that Grimbark Jade is the symbol of that Intermission. She did quite heavily appear during it, after all!

And heh, there's "Supercartridge", pfffffff. It's like Caliborn himself put the "super" in front of it, haha.

Ahahahahaha, I love the panel images chosen for this intermission. I'm especially cracking up about the fact that the John kissing John panel is included, ahahaha.

Act 6 Act 6 Act 2 = LOSHIT! Yup, seems about right, haha! :D

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF, THE SHITTY HORSE AS THE PSEUDO-SYMBOL OF IT. HELL YES. I'm pleasantly surprised that it's not the Caliborn cheeks again! Though on the other hand, maybe I shouldn't have expected that seeing as the pseudo-symbol of each act (act (act)) is always unique, it seems.

Hahaha, all those John faces as the panel symbols.

Act 6 Act 6 Intermission 2 = theres problems! Oooooooooooooooh! Oh man, yeah, that title makes A LOT OF SENSE. That IS the perfect fit. I mean, that basically describes the entire Intermission AND it's a nice quote from the comic itself. I love it.

Also, man, I really like that Crockertier Jane is the symbol of this Intermission while Grimbark Jade was the symbol for the previous one! I wonder if the Condesce is going to be the symbol of any of the upcoming Intermissions or Act 6 Act 6 Act 6 (as an alternative for Lord English)!

Once again I think the panel images to represent the Intermission are really well chosen!

Something about those two Gamzee images right next to each other cracks me up though, I'm not sure what. :P

Act 6 Act 6 Act 3 = GOD'S GIFT TO THE YAOIS. PERFECTION. THAT'S ALL THERE REALLY IS TO SAY ON THE MATTER. ESPECIALLY THE COPYRIGHT SYMBOL AS THE PSEUDO-SYMBOL. BRILLIANT.

Hehe, yeah I was expecting his self-insert to be a panel image here, haha.

Oooooooh, look at Act 6 Act 6 Intermission 3! I'm pretty surprised that the image shows John VS Caliborn and not Aranea VS Condesce. On the other hand, I guess that's probably the least spoilerful image you could use from the flash while still giving a good depiction of it, haha!

I'm especially a great fan of how the rectangle around it is a little part green (to signify the John VS Caliborn parts), and a big part gray (to signify the Intermission parts)! That's pretty clever!

....Oh! So there are separate panel images for this Act! I didn't expect that, what with how there weren't many pages in it.

And uh, nevermind what I said about the lacking Aranea VS Condesce part and spoilerful stuff, haha.

Act 6 Act 6 Act 4 = DARK NIGHT OF THE FEELINGS... Yup, sounds about right. And so is the image next to it. xD

Also, calcoins as the pseudo-symbol, haha! Yeah, I can dig that! It even fits with the other "c" symbol for the previous act act act. And it also fits in with how the earliest acts had grist symbols, which are also a kind of currency!

Gotta love the panel images for this act act act. :p

Act 6 Act 6 Intermission 4 = F1X TH1S. CALLED IT! :D

Oh hell yes. Yeah, that's the best description for what that intermision is about!

And oooooooh, Echidna as the symbol of the Intermission is unexpected but pretty sweet!

Oh wow, plainWonder has a good point how a "Just" and "Heroic" screen have now both featured as panel images here.

Ooooh, I like that those images that Shelby drew are also featured as panel images here!

Ahahahaha, I love the John hugging Dave as panel image, with John from the panel image right next to it similarly looking over all like "dude what are you doing" xD

Once again, really, really great panel images! Like plainWonder said, row 5 is the greatest. :P

The last image reminds me of how at some point I'd also considered "She's 8ack" as the title for this Intermission, hehe. I mean, I guess it could also work as title for Act 6 Act 6 Intermission 5? Though seeing as those are words from the Intermission prior to it, probably not.

And yup, as was to be expected, "MASTERPIECE" is the title for Act 6 Act 6 Act 5! I love how little clay Caliborn is the pseudo-symbol for it.

And those symbols for it! I love them, ha! Especially how those last two images are basically: LORD ENGLISH. CONFIRMED.

At first I'd thought the symbol for the [nostrike][S][/nostrike] MSPA Reader: Mental breakdown would have been the MSPA Reader himself, but I can deal with this one. xD

Ooooooooooh, so the title of Act 6 Act 6 Intermission 5 IS "She's 8ack"! Huh, pretty surprised about that one! I mean, yeah that's basically a big part of the Intermission, but those arc words are rather from the Intermission before it. Eh, whatever! :D

I love the combination of that title and the image for it though. SO SMUG. xD

Also, I guess "why is everything always so wonderful" probably would have been too long a title.

Oh hell yes, I'm happy to see that Jasprosesprite^2 and Davepetasprite^2 get their own panel images! And even GCatvrosprite!!! I like how Jasprosesprite's first image fits with the Dave/Dirk image next to it, hehe.

A lot of images of people sitting down here. :P

Pfffffffff, then there's a whole row of pictures of the sprites in the B2 session, and then the image of pre-retcon Tavros with the ghost army right between it like he's awkward to be between all those sprite images. xD

Wooooow, and those epic images of the Matriorb, Terezi and Vriska hugging, the Condesce being pissed off with right beneath it the epic Lord English image...

You know, I think Act 6 Act 6 Intermission 5 is my favorite one out of all the new ones on the map (so far)! I really love everything about this one, the image, the title, all the panel images... awesome.

The only blasphemy about this is that there is no image of the hug between Arquiusprite and Davepetasprite^2, the best moment in Homestuck history. :P

Oh wow, PM's victory as the image for Act 6 Act 6 Act 6!!!! ...Can't say I saw that coming, but I'm not complaining here. xD

Hehehe, that pseudo-symbol though.

Ooooh, I like how those panels from just after Collide are also featured as panel images here. Niiiiice! :D

Aaaaaaand end of Part 4! Doesn't look like there's a Part 5 starting though, hehe.

....

OH.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOH.

OH!!!!!!!

ACT 7 IS THE RAPTURE

WELL THAT WAS A MYSTERY WE THOUGHT NEEDED SOLVING

AND DANG IF IT DIDN'T JUST GET SOLVED WHEN WE LEAST EXPECTED IT, SO NICE JOB.

That's the biggest surprise out of this entire map!!! I mean, I definitely wasn't expecting this confirmation, but I'm really glad we did get this! I was like 99% sure the title was just going to be "THANKS FOR PLAYING".

And hell yeah, I like the fact that the white house is the pseudo-symbol for this.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH, oh hell yes, I'm glad the Credits receive their own part in this! "Post Canon" as the title, hehe.

Hell fucking yes.

Okay, this entire map was an amazing ride from start to finish, I'm so happy that Andrew finally got around to finishing it!!!

Amazing choices for act titles, symbols of the acts, the panel images... there's nothing I don't really like about it, it's just AWESOME! :D

Boo. Frickin. Yeah.