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Equius Zahhak, Gamzee Makara

Act 5, page 2221

centaursTesticle [CT] began trolling terminallyCapricious [TC]

CT: D --> Have I ever told you what a reprehensible disgrace you are

TC: hAhA, fUcK yEaH, oNlY eVeRy MoThErFuCkIn DaY bRo!

CT: D --> I'm not in a very good mood

CT: D --> There are a few things I'd like to get off my chest

TC: MoThErFuCkIn SpIlL iT, dOn'T bE aLl KeEpIn ThAt ShIt BoTtLeD uP

TC: lIkE a FuCkIn AlL sHaKeD uP bOtTlE oF fAyGo.

TC: FuCk DoGg I'm ThIrStY.

TC: i'M dOwN tO mY lAsT bOtTlE aNd I dOn'T fUcKiN kNoW iF i CaN gEt AnYmOrE iN tHiS mOtHeRfUcKiN mAgIc LaNd So I dOn'T kNoW.

CT: D --> What you do appear to know is e%actly how to ma%imize my livid contempt for you

CT: D --> With your revolting language and your sense of decorum

CT: D --> At such breathtaking odds with the richness and perfe%ion of your b100d

CT: D --> I just hate you so much

TC: ThAt'S cOoL, i CaN't AlL bE mAkInG nOt EvErYbOdY hApPy AlL tHe TiMe.

TC: iF wE eVeR mEt I cOuLd BaKe YoU a FuCkIn PiE aNd We CoUlD cHiLl AnD mAyBe We'D bE bEtTeR bRoS tHaT wAy.

CT: D --> And the degrees to which you pollute your precious b100d

CT: D --> With your bottled fizzy sugar and soporific to%ins

CT: D --> Maddening

CT: D --> You will stop

TC: WhOaAaA, i WiLl?

TC: hOw Do YoU kNoW tHaT?

CT: D --> No, you don't understand

CT: D --> It's not a predi%ion, it's an order

CT: D --> I command you to stop

TC: Oh, AlRiGhT bRoThEr.

TC: yOu MoThErFuCkIn GoT iT.

CT: D --> What

CT: D --> Are you serious

TC: yEaH.

TC: I mEaN, yOu GoT tO sHoW sOmE fAiTh In YoUr FrIeNdS, cAuSe ThEy'Re AlL tHe OnEs WhO'rE bEiNg To LoOk OuT fOr YoU.

TC: sO fUcK iF yOu SaY i'M nOt DoInG tHe ShIt RiGhT, tHeN wHaT tHe MoThErFuCk Do I kNoW!

CT: D --> No

CT: D --> This is una%eptable

CT: D --> Ok, let's start over

CT: D --> I apologize

CT: D --> I was completely out of of line, and I'm sorry

CT: D --> I have no right to talk to you like that, or tell you what you can't do

TC: aWw, No WoRrIeS!

CT: D --> It's not my place

CT: D --> Your habits notwithstanding, I am lesser than you

CT: D --> An inferior

TC: hAhAhA. oK.

CT: D --> Don't you understand that you're better than me

CT: D --> Can you please act like it

CT: D --> That's not a command, it's just a polite request I guess

TC: oK, i CaN tRy, BuT mAn I dOn'T kNoW iF i KnOw HoW tO bE lIkE a BeTtEr MoThErFuCkEr ThAn AnY oThEr MoThErFuCkEr.

CT: D --> 100k, it isn't that difficult

CT: D --> Try to be cognizant of your desires and needs

CT: D --> And attempt to regard those around you as simple vehicles meant to bring about your gratification

TC: WoW, wHaT?

CT: D --> What are you doing

TC: uHhHhHh.

CT: D --> Right now

CT: D --> It sounds as if you have begun playing with the red team

CT: D --> Is this true

TC: yEaH!

TC: fUcK yEaH. i'M aLl Up In ThE fUcKiN sHiT oF tHiS wIcKeD mYsTiCaL mOtHeRfUcKeR.

TC: i BoNkEd An ImP oN tHe HeAd WiTh A cLuB.

TC: AnD tHeN a LiTtLe LaTeR i ScArEd OnE wItH a HoRn.

TC: :o)

CT: D --> Good

CT: D --> This is very good

CT: D --> It really pleases me to hear tales of physical subjugation

CT: D --> I presume these were lesser beings, toiling in the lower ranks of some hierarchy

TC: wElL yEaH, tHeY'rE uNdErLiNgS.

TC: AnD tHeRe'S SoMe SuBjUgGlAtIoN iNvOlVeD fOr FuCkIn SuRe!

TC: bUt NoW wE kInD oF sEtTlEd DoWn AnD mE aNd ThE iMpS aRe ShArInG sOmE pIe

TC: tHeSe MoThErFuCkErS aRe PrEtTy DoPe AcTuAlLy, I lIkE tHeM.

CT: D --> Ok

CT: D --> It pleases me considerably less to hear things like that

CT: D --> But I've already stated I have no right to be disappointed by your conduct, so I will try to control myself

TC: aW sHiT bRo, I dOn'T wAnT tO bE aLl LiKe To DiSaPpOiNt YoU!

TC: WhAt CaN i Do To MaKe A bRoThEr FuCkIn ShApE hIs ShIt Up?

TC: iF i CoUlD mAkE yOu SmIlE iT'd Be ThE bEsT fUcKiN mIrAcLe I eVeR dId PaRt Of.

TC: hOnK hOnK hOnK! :o)

CT: D --> Hmm

CT: D --> Would it be too much to ask

CT: D --> For you to maybe

CT: D --> Boss me around a little

TC: UuUhHhHhH.

TC: yOu MeAn LiKe RoLe PlAyInG?

CT: D --> If it would help to couch it in those terms

CT: D --> Then yeah, I guess so

CT: D --> But not the especially juvenile kind

CT: D --> Let's keep it serious and professional

TC: i'Ll TrY, bUt I'm NoT mUcH fUcKiN aNy GoOd At It I tHiNk.

CT: D --> Just

CT: D --> Say anything

CT: D --> As long as it's authoritative

TC: oK.

TC: uH, hEy YoU, dOn'T gO nEaR tHe MoThErFuCkIn OcEaN, cAuSe I aLl ToLd YoU nOt To A bUnCh Of TiMeS!

TC: ShIt Is StRaIgHt Up DaNgErOuS, aNd I'm GeTtInG mY hArSh On AbOuT iT.

CT: D --> Hmm

CT: D --> Decent

CT: D --> I don't live near the ocean though, so it's hard to immerse myself in the scenario

TC: aLrIgHt, WeLl, WhAt ArEn'T yOu AlL nOt SuPpOsEd To Do?

TC: WhAt KiNd Of MiScHiEf Do YoU gEt YoUr BaD fUcKiN sElF uP tO?

CT: D --> I do so many bad things

CT: D --> Just awful things

CT: D --> I'm incredibly impudent and a superior needs to put me in my place

TC: uMmMm, Ok WeLl.

TC: DoN't Be DoIn AlL tHoSe BaD fUcKiN tHiNgS bRo!

CT: D --> Yes

CT: D --> Yes, that's good

CT: D --> Like that

TC: cUt ThAt ShIt OuT, i'M sO aLl MeAnInG tHiS! hAhAhA.

CT: D --> E%cellent

CT: D --> Now tell me this, highb100d

CT: D --> I've been roughhousing a little too hard lately

CT: D --> I've made a bit of a mess and anyone in a position of authority would surely be % about it

TC: Uh.

TC: %?

CT: D --> Cross

TC: oHhH.

CT: D --> What do you make of it

CT: D --> This wretched misbehavior

TC: fUcK mAn, I aM sO mOtHeRfUcKiN sAlTy AbOuT aLl ThAt BuSiNeSs YoU sAiD!

TC: FuUuUuCk, Im LiKe AlL mOvInG mY mOuTh AnD tHe WiCkEd NoIsE iS cOmInG oUt In ThE fRoNtIeSt WaY pOsSiBlE.

TC: aNd It'S gOiNg At YoUr DiReCtIoN, cAuSe ThAt'S tHe DiReCtIoN tO fUcKiN bE aNgRy At!

CT: D --> Yes

CT: D --> So good

CT: D --> I am presently whipped into a state of contrition

CT: D --> One befitting of our class disparity

CT: D --> But I'm starting to perspire again so it's best that we stop

CT: D --> Thank you for indulging me

TC: hAhA, nO pRoBlEm BrO.

TC: It'S cOoL wE cOuLd AlL uP aNd MoThErFuCkIn OpEn Up A lItTlE bIt WiTh EaCh OtHeR.

TC: lIkE bRoS.

TC: If ThErE's StUfF yOu WaNt To GeT oFf YoUr ChEsT dUdE, lIkE i SaId I'm FuCkIn HeRe FoR a MoThErFuCkEr.

TC: kInD oF lIkE a MiRaClE, hOw It'S aLwAyS tHeRe.

TC: It NeVeR gOeS aWaY, yOu KnOw?

CT: D --> No

CT: D --> But I comprehend the sentiment

CT: D --> I have lots of thoughts, but they're difficult to communicate

CT: D --> If you'll listen

TC: sUrE! :oD

CT: D --> Honestly I'm confused by the social order

TC: mAn, Me ToO. i DoN't KnOw WhAt Of FuCkIn WhAt CoLoR iS wHaT, sO i DoN't BoThEr WiTh ThInKiN oN tHaT mOtHeRfUcKeR.

CT: D --> See, that's what I mean

CT: D --> How is it possible for one of your distin%ion to be so ignorant

CT: D --> And loathesome

CT: D --> Whereas

CT: D --> A member of the most abject, verminous b100dline of all

CT: D --> Can conduct herself with such grace and possess nothing but admirable mannerisms

CT: D --> I find these striking ju%tapositions perple%ing, and I confess strangely into%icating

CT: D --> I wonder if I have gone mad

CT: D --> To form such a pact with her

TC: WoW, i GoT nO fUcKiN cLuE wHaT yOu'Re TaLkInG aBoUt

TC: wHo Is ShE?

CT: D --> I shouldn't be talking about this

CT: D --> You're the enemy

centaursTesticle [CT] ceased trolling terminallyCapricious [TC]

#homestuck #equius zahhak #gamzee makara #homestuck act 5 #page 2221 #homestuck act 5 act 1

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hoarder-of-stories-27 · 4 years

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So all I know about Homestuck I've osmosed from being on the internet, whereas you've actually read the thing, so I would love to get an expert opinion: I've been thinking Murderbot and Mensah are moirails. Do I have my pale shipping goggles on sideways? I would love to hear any thoughts you have to share about a Murderbot and ART moirailegence!

!!!!!!!!! *excited happy flapping* I would love to infodump about connections between the two things I’m currently special-interest-ing on, thank you. (This got really long, whoops. The short answer is “yes, I think both Mensah and ART are Murderbot’s moirails.”)

Okay, so, moirallegiance in Homestuck is a kind of relationship meant for people in a really violent society. One partner is supposed to pacify the other. From the comic:

A reasonable human translation would be the concept of a soul mate, but in a more platonic sense, and with a more specific social purpose.

Trolls are a very angry and violent race. Some are more hot-tempered and dangerous than others, to the extent that if left to their own devices, they would present a serious threat to society, or even to themselves. Such trolls will have an instinctive pale attraction to a more even-tempered troll, who may become their MOIRAIL. The moirail is obliged to pacify the other, to function as the better half. The two partners in a strong pale relationship will serve to balance and complement each other's emotional profiles, and thus allow their other relationships to be more successful.

The more dangerous partner also tends to protect the pacifying one.

A lot of people in the Homestuck fandom use a looser definition of moirallegiance, where it’s less lopsided and there doesn’t have to be a one-dangerous-person-and-one-calming-one dynamic. Basically just queerplatonic partners. I think both Murderbot/Mensah and Murderbot/ART fit into the official definition, though! From Network Effect:

I could say it was an accident, I’d meant to take him prisoner and he had tried to get away and—

Dr. Mensah would never believe that. My accidents were spectacular and usually involved me losing a big chunk of my organic tissue or something; she knew I could stop a human without hurting them, without even leaving a bruise, that was my stupid job.

She would never trust me again. She would never stand close enough to touch (but without touching, because touching is gross) and just trust me. Or maybe she would, but it wouldn’t be the same.

Fuck, fuck everything, fuck this, fuck me especially.

I opened a secure comm contact to Mensah and Senior Officer Indah and said, “I’ve caught a GrayCris agent in the Port temp housing block.”

Dr. Mensah wasn’t even there and that guy wouldn’t be alive without her. And from Exit Strategy:

I could take over the ship’s SecSystem before this human with the temptingly large familiar projectile weapon could blink. I could get that weapon before that human could blink. I wanted to do it, and it bled through into the feed.

Mensah turned, gripped the collar of my jacket with both hands, and said, “No.”

(...)

I sent, You have no idea what I am.

She tilted her head and looked more mad. I know exactly what you are. You’re afraid, you’re hurt, and you need to calm the fuck down so we can get through this situation alive.

I said, I am calm. You need to be calm, to take over a gunship.

Mensah’s eyes narrowed. Security consultants don’t get their clients into unnecessary pitched battles for control of their rescue ship. She added, Because that would be stupid.

She wasn’t afraid of me. And it hit me that I didn’t want that to change. She had just been through a traumatic experience, and I was making it worse. Something was overwhelming me, and it wasn’t the familiar wave of not-caring.

Fine, I sent. I sounded sulky, because I was sulky.

I hate emotions.

“Good,” she said aloud.

That’s... heavily reminiscent of the Karkat and Gamzee scene (arguably the most important portrayal of moirallegience in Homestuck). And obviously Murderbot protects her. Yeah, they’re moirails. :D

Murderbot and ART don’t fit quite as easily into the comic’s definition of moirallegiance. I thought at first that ART would be the dangerous one. I mean, it is dangerous. (They both are.) But Murderbot’s usually the one who needs to be calmed down and kept from going through with its bad ideas. There’s this (from Network Effect):

I was desperate. I sent privately, ART, tell them I need to go alone. Back me up.

ART said aloud, I concur, it will be safer if SecUnit is accompanied by two certified survey specialists.

Why am I even surprised. I sent privately again, ART, you asshole.

ART replied, only to me, It is safer. I’ve lost my crew, I won’t lose you.

Amena said, not helpfully, “Your face just got really weird. Are you all right?”

No, it was confusing. I was confused.

And while Murderbot 2.0 did end up happening, ART was against it until it was absolutely necessary.

I do think Murderbot and ART could be considered moirails! Especially if you use the looser definition that’s basically QPPs. Still, I like “mutual administrative assistants” better than anything else for their relationship. :D

I hope that answered your question! Sorry about how long it got. (Wow, I wish I could use this energy for things that aren’t my special interests.)

#also i think murderbot's classpect would be knight of doom #protective; masks its personality; unfortunate circumstances-wise; sympathetic to others in bad circumstances; good with technology #long post #homestuck #murderbot diaries #murderbot and mensah #murderbot and ART #death mention #violence mention #asks #theaicollective #-responsible

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bladekindeyewear · 4 years

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HS^2 bloggin’ mainline 2020-10-31

THE SPOOKTOBER SPOOKD8 IS HERE! Time to blog it and hope to the lord of bones that it heavily features the 12-foot Home Depot Skeleton! Continuing from last time.

Will John remember that he should be off protecting the other kids from running off? Or will he search for Vrissy finally, now that he’s spent a literal DAY staring at his house burning down?

> (==>)

This is the last Blood tie with your childhood and the past you were clinging to like a man-child, finally cut. Your psyche is no longer allowed to be....

....Housetrapped.

Now get your Breathy ass over to your more adult responsibilities. Or do something as irresponsible as usual, but more forward focused and thus singularly impressive.

> (==>)

I LITERALLY GASPED

I knew I was a fatally addicted Homestuck fanboy despite the trauma but I didn’t know I was THAT much of a just-over-thirty-year-old fanboy, I literally GASPED out loud. To finally have the joy and confidence for the future that comes with JOHN and KARKAT together IN PERSON and interacting with a common goal.

What a dramatic, perfect shot. This IS Karkat right? That’s what the visuals and my heart and soul said

> (==>)

THEY’RE CLOSE FRIENDS

CLOSE ENOUGH FOR THAT

KARKAT HAS COME SO FAR

Karkat and John conversations are some of the strongest in Homestuck, I ship them as FRIENDS so hard

It brings to mind something I mentioned in the Breath, Blood, and the Flow of Reality explanation/theorypost, which was holy shit SEVEN YEARS AGO wow

I didn’t always understand the appeal of John as a character, ranking him in the middle of my liked characters list. But after a while, I suddenly noticed how enjoyable he was for the things his conversations did to others, making his pesterlogs some of the most enjoyable to read. I wrote the following two years ago, in a character rankings thread, back when we knew jack shit about the import of classes and roles:

“I didn’t really see why I should think John was such an amazing character until I realized his consistent effect on the other party. He’s goofy and doesn’t really understand anything, but he understands just enough about his friends and others to make cutting, hilarious, almost unintentional insights that can change people for the better, even if he’s off the mark. It’s not what he says himself, but what he brings about in others that makes him so great to read. I mean, if you wall him off from everyone else… he kind of fails.

That’s why I take issue with the complaint of protagonist syndrome, here. John is very little by himself, but enhances all the characters around him immensely. Imagine if John were doomed to stay the least powerful and/or game-advancing of the kids and trolls combined; notice how little that would do to the story, or his beneficial role in it.”

John cut himself off from EVERYONE for YEARS in the Candy timeline. He tried to be close to people and just ended up distancing himself from it. He tried to keep himself tied down by his old home and memories of the version of Dad he lost, and all sorts of childish stuff. But that tie is cut, and the bonds he’s forged need to be grasped to bring him out to exercise his maturity, because Breath is futile without real BLOOD.

> (==>)

Awesome shot.

KARKAT: ROUGH DAY, HUH.

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(that was supposed to skip to 2:26 when you click but I couldnt embed it that way -- I haven’t metal geared i just seen clips and super best friends & know some memes)

So many scars. I used to even ship Jane and Karkat a little so they could just be aghast together at everyone’s shenanigans and level criticism at them together, but to think Jane’s fought and hurt Karkat THIS much...

(And yeah, his blood color is shown through his eyes now at this age, that’s correct.)

> (==>)

Oh my fucking god, going from that to Sprite mode that abruptly. XD

This is great.

JOHN: karkat? JOHN: what are you doing here? KARKAT: IT'S NICE TO SEE YOU TOO.

Hah, SO close that Karkat’s immediately critical of NOT being greeted warmly. :)

JOHN: this isn't a battlefield, it's just... KARKAT: THE OBLITERATED, SMOLDERING HUSK OF YOUR FORMER HOME. JOHN: well, yeah. KARKAT: WHICH WAS DESTROYED AS COLLATERAL IN AN ONGOING MILITARY CONFLICT. JOHN: oh all right, fine. JOHN: it just feels weird to call it that. JOHN: i guess i'm used to thinking of home as somewhere far away from all that war stuff.

Yeah John, the burning down from a bomb that was meant for you and ALL of your friends’ children is supposed to shatter you out of that illusion.

I’d continue criticizing, but Karkat’s about to do it for me:

KARKAT: JESUS *CHRIST* JOHN. KARKAT: I CANNOT EVEN BEGIN TO LIST ALL THE WAYS IN WHICH THAT CONSTITUTES A SHORT-SIGHTED AND PUKE-WORTHILY IGNORANT THING TO SAY TO ME, PERSONALLY. KARKAT: AND FRANKLY I DON'T HAVE TIME TO BOTHER, THANKS TO THE COUNTLESS FIRES I HAVE BEEN PUTTING OUT ALL DAY, THE ONE PRESENTLY CONSUMING YOUR HIVE NOTWITHSTANDING. KARKAT: YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD HAVE MADE THINGS GO A BIT MORE SMOOTHLY? JUST A FRACTION? KARKAT: IF YOU HADN'T JUST DECIDED TO WANDER OFF THE INSTANT SHIT STARTED HAPPENING. JOHN: jeez, i'm sorry karkat. JOHN: i had no idea how much time had passed. JOHN: i must have gotten a bit distracted by my house being blown up.

A BIT DISTRACTED. You empty-headed irresponsible guardian.

KARKAT: NOT WANTING TO POINT OUT THE OBVIOUS, BUT I FEEL LIKE THIS WAS A PROBLEM THAT YOU OF ALL PEOPLE WERE UNIQUELY AND MAGICALLY EQUIPPED TO DEAL WITH. JOHN: huh? KARKAT: YOU KNOW. KARKAT: WITH YOUR SHOOSH THING. JOHN: my shoosh thing. KARKAT: YOUR SHOOSH THING. KARKAT: THE GUSTY NONSENSE? THE GIFT OF GAS?? KARKAT: YOUR SBURB ALLOCATED BLOW JOB??? JOHN: uh. KARKAT: THE SUPERNATURAL COMMUNION YOU HAVE WITH ALL THINGS WINDY, YOU ASS!! JOHN: oh right, that. JOHN: that would have let me put the fire out, maybe. JOHN: i don't think there's anything in my skillset that would have unexploded my house though. KARKAT: THAT'S FAIR.

Mhmm. Many of the characters in Candy AND Meat are currently in a situation where due to either years of unpractice in a worshipful society that discourages it by fueling their insecurities or inability to due to confinement in a years-long space trip has caused them to AVOID using their powers for the main beginning stretch of our new story. People have complained about them outright “forgetting” to use their powers, and they’re right, to an extent, but it’s story-justified. They’re almost all physically or psychologically prevented from doing so! But those walls are coming down, starting now. They’re going to come back into their own. And we’re bound to see a LOT MORE of these literal Gods using their abilities to shape the fabric of reality as the story progresses.

JOHN: i suppose i'll add one more notch to the daily tally of crazy stuff that happened which i just have to accept as my life now.

It was all already happening, you just refused TO accept it until now.

JOHN: so... JOHN: what else happened while i was caught up watching the symbolic representation of my former life get consumed in a giant fire ball? KARKAT: OH BOY. WHERE TO START. KARKAT: SO FIRST OFF, IN HINDSIGHT, TODAY WAS PRETTY OBVIOUSLY JUST ONE HUGE BAITED TRAP. KARKAT: I SAY "IN HINDSIGHT", BUT FORTUNATELY IT WAS ALSO EXTREMELY APPARENT EVEN IN FORESIGHT TO THOSE OF US WHO SPENT A FEW SECONDS THINKING ABOUT IT. JOHN: ...right. KARKAT: OH COME ON EGBERT, SERIOUSLY? KARKAT: KIDNAPPING A PERSON OF IMPORTANCE, ONLY TO LET US KNOW PRECISELY WHERE AND ON WHAT OCCASION THEY WOULD BE MOST ACCESSIBLE FOR A RESCUE ATTEMPT? KARKAT: HAVING THAT OCCASION BE NONE OTHER THAN THE CORPSE PARTY OF A HIGHLY NOTEWORTHY POLITICAL FIGURE, WHOSE CASKET MIGHT AS WELL HAVE HAD A GIANT "KICK ME" SIGN DAUBED ON IT? KARKAT: THERE WAS BASICALLY NO WAY IT WASN'T A FRONT FOR SOMETHING HUGE. AND IT WAS! KARKAT: WE HAPPEN TO BE SITTING IN FRONT OF ONE FACET OF THAT HUGENESS AT THIS VERY MOMENT.

Wait. Oh, God.

Someone brought up the possibility that Gamzee might still be revivable by Jane, and I speculated that she’s deliberately CHOOSING not to because she actually doesn’t like him that much or has some semblance of fucking sense left in her.

But what if she PLANNED to have a public funeral for him, and then revive him SOON AFTER to turn him into a Christ-like resurrecting figure? D:

JOHN: well, when you put it like that... JOHN: i guess we all got pranked pretty hard, huh. KARKAT: THIS IS NO TIME FOR YOUR SHITTY NERD PRANKS JOHN. KARKAT: FRANKLY I'M INSULTED THAT YOU THINK SUCH A WORD IS EVEN REMOTELY APPOSITE TO THE PRESENT SITUATION. KARKAT: OTHER THAN TO DESCRIBE THE WAY I AM PERSONALLY BEING "PRANKED" BY REALITY IN HAVING TO EXPLAIN ALL THIS TO YOU.

Pretty much. Get serious, John, actual people are dying by the--

--oh right, he was like this through the apocalypse and death of everyone on Earth.

I guess this is in character. Paradox Space made sure to choose someone empty-headed and disconnected from reality enough to withstand this shit easily. He really is a Breath player.

KARKAT: IT TURNS OUT THAT WE DIDN'T NEED TO PUT SO MUCH EFFORT INTO THE RESCUING YIFFY PART OF THE OPERATION. KARKAT: SHE BASICALLY RESCUED HERSELF WHEN ALL WAS SAID AND DONE. KARKAT: AND TOOK CARE OF KICKING GAMZEE'S CORPSEBOX OVER WHILE SHE WAS AT IT, IN A STUNNING DISPLAY OF EFFICIENCY WHICH THE REST OF US CAN ONLY ASPIRE TO.

Excellent, yeah.

JOHN: it sounds like she'd be a pretty welcome addition to your ranks then. KARKAT: SHE'S A CHILD, YOU MORON.

Yeah, you’re fucking grown up now, John. Stop thinking of the kids as the ones who have to rise up when the adults aren’t all doomed or dead.

KARKAT: THE VRISKAS, PLURAL. JOHN: shit. KARKAT: THEY'VE BOTH BEEN CAPTURED. JOHN: shiiiiiiiit. KARKAT: YEAH. KARKAT: GREAT WORK KEEPING AN EYE ON THEM, BY THE WAY! KARKAT: YOU LITERALLY HAD ONLY ONE JOB, AND YOU MESSED IT UP IN THE EQUALLY SINGULAR WAY IT WAS POSSIBLE TO DO. JOHN: urgh, i know, i know. ):

At least he messed that part up while he was TRYING to watch them, and not when he wandered off and watched his house burn for a whole day instead of protecting the remaining kids.

KARKAT: JANE'S PLAN FOR THIS CONFLICT HAS THUS FAR CONSISTED ALMOST ENTIRELY OF KIDNAPPING VARIOUS HIGH PROFILE CHILDREN. KARKAT: IT'S BIZARRE. KARKAT: AS THOUGH WE ARE FIGHTING A WAR OF ATTRITION, WHERE THE MAIN RESOURCE BEING UTILIZED IS THE OFFSPRING OF THE MOST POWERFUL PEOPLE ON THE PLANET. KARKAT: IF IT WASN'T ONE OF THE CORE TENETS OF HER FASCISTIC PHILOSOPHY, I'D BE TEMPTED TO SAY THAT CURBING REPRODUCTION MIGHT HAVE BEEN A GOOD IDEA, IF ONLY TO PREVENT THIS KIND OF FUCKSHIT NONSENSE FROM HAPPENING.

Leave it to Karkat to point out the blatant absurdity of Homestuck’s nonsense in any given situation.

JOHN: wait. JOHN: wait a minute. JOHN: you said that both vriskas have been captured, right? KARKAT: EXCUSE ME WHILE I WEEP FOR JOY AT THE REVELATION THAT YOU HAVE BEEN PAYING ATTENTION FOR ONCE. JOHN: okay, well putting that emotional outburst aside for a moment. JOHN: how is that even possible? JOHN: doesn't vriska, the original vriska, still have her magic alien mind control powers? JOHN: it seems like it should be basically impossible for anyone to kidnap her. KARKAT: YOU'VE STUMBLED ASS BACKWARDS ACROSS THE MOST IMPORTANT POINT OF THIS UNFORTUNATE DEVELOPMENT.

...Is Karkat going to put two and two together and realize that Vriska must have been intentionally captured of her own free will for some sort of ploy?

KARKAT: YOU ARE CORRECT, IN THAT WITH HER CASTE-TYPICAL, *COMPLETELY SCIENTIFIC AND NOT EVEN A LITTLE BIT MAGICAL* PSYCHOMANIPULATIVE ABILITIES, STAYING OUT OF CROCKER'S REACH SHOULD HAVE BEEN COMPLETELY TRIVIAL FOR SERKET PRIME. KARKAT: EVEN ACCOUNTING FOR THE FACT THAT SAID ABILITIES ARE NOT NEARLY AS POTENT ON HUMANS AS THEY ARE ON FELLOW TROLLS, THEY STILL OUGHT TO HAVE TIPPED ANY ALTERCATION SQUARELY IN HER FAVOR. KARKAT: BUT SOMEHOW, IT DIDN'T! KARKAT: INSTEAD, THINGS APPEAR TO HAVE GONE GLOBES UP IN CLASSIC VRISKITE FASHION, AND NOW ONE OF THE MOST UNEXPECTED AND UNWANTED BUT NEVERTHELESS USEFUL WEAPONS IN OUR ARSENAL IS DOING TIME IN CROCKERJAIL. KARKAT: THAT'S ABOUT ALL WE'VE BEEN ABLE TO GLEAN FROM TAPPING INTO THE BATTERBITCH AIRWAVES, WHICH IS A FANCY TERM FOR EAVESDROPPING ON THOSE OF HER AGENTS WHO TALK A LITTLE TOO LOUDLY IN SEMI-PUBLIC SPACES. JOHN: jeez. JOHN: i really screwed that up, didn't i.

Guh. I guess Karkat is underestimating Vriska a bit or just assuming the worst out of a habit of assuming the worst of everything. (Or, if he has his suspicions, he’s not telling John.)

KARKAT: HAVING SAID ALL OF THAT, AND WITH THE RECOGNITION THAT I AM CHOOSING TO NURSE YOUR BRUISED FEELINGS DURING A PLANET WIDE CONFLICT FOR THE FATE OF MY SPECIES, KARKAT: IS THERE ANYTHING I CAN DO TO EXPEDITE YOUR GETTING THE FUCK OVER IT? JOHN: i... hm.

Yeah, use your shoosh-paps from Karkat wisely, John. You needed them.

JOHN: i don't really know? JOHN: this all feels wrong, karkat. JOHN: no offense, but when you're around, it's usually a lot... KARKAT: A LOT WHAT? JOHN: a lot funnier. KARKAT: FUNNIER. JOHN: how to put this. JOHN: normally listening to you go on and on about how much we've fucked everything up is just very funny! JOHN: but now it's just not the same. JOHN: maybe it's part of what's going on with this entire reality? i don't know. JOHN: once upon a time i would have put down your ability to pull a silly rant out of your butt as a fundamental law of physics or something. JOHN: remember back when we first knew each other? JOHN: it felt like all you ever said to me was how much you thought i was screwing up and being a useless asshole. JOHN: and once i realized that you were also just a dumb kid who didn't know what was going on, i started to kind of enjoy it. JOHN: but now it's like... the only one who's still a dumb kid is me, and everyone else has something big and important going on that i just don't understand.

Mhmm, Karkat has every reason to be mad. And everything really, REALLY close to you that you care about is in danger from the very things he’s mad about. Karkat is RIGHT for once with every angry seemingly-exaggerated-but-not word, and that’s throwing you.

JOHN: i thought that i finally got what was going on with this whole war and everything. i wanted to be useful! JOHN: i guess i got a little too wrapped up in the feeling of something finally happening again. JOHN: and then watching it all blow up in my face, kind of literally now that i think about it...

...you think maybe something that happens to be A WAR is actually a big farking deal that you should be serious about??

JOHN: it's hard not to feel even more dejected about the situation than i was before. JOHN: and now even the patented karkat vant rant has lost all its sparkle.

IT’S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE FUN.

JOHN: maybe if you had like, painstakingly itemized a list of all the things wrong with my plan in a comically overdone fashion or something. KARKAT: I CONSIDERED IT, BUT HONESTLY THERE WAS SO MUCH WRONG THAT I CONCLUDED THAT THE BEST THING FOR EVERYONE WOULD BE TO NEVER SPEAK OF IT AGAIN. JOHN: oh. okay.

Heheh.

KARKAT: IF WE'RE BEING HONEST, YOU DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A PLAN, JOHN. KARKAT: CALLING IT A PLAN WOULD IMPLY THAT IT WAS A STRUCTURED SEQUENCE OF STEPS DESIGNED TO ACHIEVE A GOAL. KARKAT: WHAT YOU CAME UP WITH WAS A CONVOLUTED MESS WHICH STILL SOMEHOW INVOLVED DOING FUCKALL. KARKAT: AND I USE CONVOLUTED HERE IN THE SAME WAY THAT I WOULD TO DESCRIBE THE FRENZIED DRAWSTICK SCRIBBLES OF A SQUALLING HUMAN INFANT.

All Breath and no Blood? All concept and influence and ephemeral accomplishments and no physical impact or results?

Karkat has been fighting this whole time with physical results in mind. He NEEDS to tie that ephemeral shit down, and once added to his plan, once Breath sweeps the tide of actual sentiment of people, inspires them, you have an actual victory in reach instead of just more attrition.

KARKAT: I APPRECIATE THAT YOU SEEM TO HAVE DUG YOUR PAN OUT OF YOUR OWN CHUTE THE FEW MICROMETERS NECESSARY TO NOTICE THE PRECISE DEGREE TO WHICH THE WORLD IS BEING JUDICIOUSLY BATFUCKED RIGHT NOW.

Really need to dig yourself out more than that, John, yeah.

KARKAT: AS HARD AS IT IS TO BELIEVE, THAT'S A FEAT WHICH NO SMALL NUMBER OF PEOPLE ARE COMPLETELY INCAPABLE OF DOING!

(Which is why your plan of attack needs more Breath!)

KARKAT: BUT NOTICING THE PROBLEM AND MAKING MEANINGFUL PROGRESS TOWARDS SOLVING IT ARE TWO COMPLETELY DIFFERENT THINGS. KARKAT: THE NEXT TIME YOU GET THE IMPULSE TO "LEND A HAND", YOU'D BE BETTER OFF CANNING IT FOR FIVE MINUTES AND LISTENING TO THOSE OF US WHO'VE BEEN TRYING TO SOLVE IT A LOT LONGER THAN YOU HAVE. KARKAT: THIS ISN'T AN EXERCISE BEING CONDUCTED IN ORDER FOR YOU TO PROVE YOUR PERSONAL DEGREE OF MORAL RECTITUDE. KARKAT: AND IF IT WAS, YOU WOULD HAVE ALREADY FAILED MISERABLY! SO DO YOURSELF AND EVERYONE ELSE A FAVOR AND STOP TREATING IT LIKE ONE. JOHN: well... all right. if you say so karkat.

Phew. Let’s hope he takes Karkat’s gift of a worldbound, arms-in-the-dirt sense of responsibility (Blood) and runs with it.

KARKAT: I DO SAY SO, EMPHATICALLY AND AT GREAT VOLUME. KARKAT: AND NOW THAT MY OBLIGATION TO CATECHIZE YOU ON THE SUBJECT OF YOUR OWN LIFE IS FULFILLED, I HAVE A WAR TO GET BACK TO. JOHN: wait, hold on. KARKAT: OH MY GOD WHAT NOW.

--is it gonna be a hug?

> (==>)

JOHN. Put it together.

JOHN: you can't be leaving already. JOHN: there's... so much we still need to talk about!

No, not that!!

...well, yes, I’m all for more of you two talking but. This ain’t just about you two.

KARKAT: WHAT MORE COULD THERE POSSIBLY BE FOR US TO DISCUSS?? KARKAT: PLEASE DO NOT TELL ME YOU JUST HAD ANOTHER EMOTION THAT WE NEED TO DROP EVERYTHING IN ORDER TO DISSECT. JOHN: no, that's not what i'm talking about at all. JOHN: karkat, we still haven't spoken about *you*! KARKAT: ABOUT ME? JOHN: yes. KARKAT: ABOUT *ME*? JOHN: about you. KARKAT: WHAT THE FUCK ABOUT ME. JOHN: well... JOHN: you know, how you feel! KARKAT: HOW I FEEL. JOHN: or just... JOHN: argh, i don't know!

This was more of an intervention than a feelings jam, John. I’m not sure John’s in the condition right now to Breathily inspire Karkat somehow and help his war with an idea and drive he didn’t have before -- like he SHOULD eventually -- but I suppose we’re about to see.

JOHN: it's just been so long since we've seen each other. JOHN: all sorts of things have happened in that time, and it doesn't feel right to just not even mention any of it! KARKAT: LIKE WHAT?? JOHN: oh, i don't know karkat, literally anything! JOHN: i mean, look at you. JOHN: you are decked out in a tight body suit and have an eyepatch and everything. there is simply no way there isn't something to discuss there.

You talked with him plenty while NOT in person, though.

> (==>)

Such MOOD. What a good image.

JOHN: or like, forget the eyepatch, we don't have to talk about the eyepatch. JOHN: i feel as though my point still stands? JOHN: there is basically a bottomless well full of stuff to go through. JOHN: i mean we kind of glossed over it when you brought her up earlier, but what about yiffy? JOHN: this might not come across so easily due to human troll cultural boundaries, but her existing is kind of a big deal?? JOHN: i feel like somehow i missed the part where we all sit around and talk about how strange it is that two of our friends went off and had a secret child without any of us knowing! JOHN: is it too much to ask that we have that part now, karkat?

That’s fair. And they DO need to talk about it! But this is sort of like in the Game -- there’s important shit to do, and not a whole lot of time to do it. You’re going to do a lot of talking, but you won’t be able to do all you want with certain people separated from you by the circumstances of how this war is dividing your responsibilities.

JOHN: i mean, maybe it just doesn't mean that much to you. KARKAT: JOHN. JOHN: which is a little strange, given that it ties in to the whole conflict that you had with jade and dave. JOHN: oh god we have to talk about dave. KARKAT: JOHN. KARKAT: FUCKING HELL! KARKAT: I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT DAVE. JOHN: no, this is what i mean, karkat. JOHN: we need to talk about dave! KARKAT: HAHA! LIKE SHIT WE DO!! KARKAT: I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE HOW THIS IS EVEN A RELEVANT TOPIC OF CONVERSATION. JOHN: oh come on. JOHN: there's no way you aren't feeling kind of messed up about him, right?

THIS is fair. Karkat does need to talk about this with somebody. Whether John is the right somebody... I guess he is where Dave is concerned. And he has to talk to Jade eventually, too.

JOHN: i know i am. JOHN: whenever i think about how things ended between you two... JOHN: especially now that he's... JOHN: ugh, i'm sorry. i'm SO sorry karkat. sorry doesn't even begin to cover it. JOHN: this whole thing feels so impossibly sad. JOHN: all i'm trying to say is... JOHN: it's not healthy to bottle these feelings up and not acknowledge them. JOHN: even if you aren't feeling anything right now, and i don't for a moment believe that's true, *i* need to talk about dave! JOHN: so can we please just talk about dave for a moment. KARKAT: NNNNGNGNGGGGGGGUUUUUUGUUGHHHHHHHH FINE.

It’s difficult to live in a Daveless world.

KARKAT: IF IT WILL GET YOU TO SHUT UP ABOUT THIS TOPIC FOR EVEN A BRIEF MOMENT, THEN FINE. KARKAT: REGARDLESS OF HOW POINTLESS AN EXERCISE I CONSIDER IT TO BE, I WILL DISCUSS WITH YOU MY "FEELINGS" ABOUT DAVE. JOHN: okay. JOHN: thank you. KARKAT: ARE YOU PREPARED TO BE INUNDATED WITH NONE OTHER THAN AN UNINTERRUPTED SPATE OF HARD, UNEMBELLISHED DATA VIS A VIS MY SWEEPS-SUPPRESSED, BISCUITFELT EMOTIONS ON THE DAVE SITUATION?? KARKAT: WELL HERE GOES.

--it’s not gonna be short, or cut away, is it? --actually it could just switch to a very sad sunset-like vista of the two sitting there, and one poignant line from him followed by a long, hanging pause.

> (==>)

KARKAT: *DEEP BREATH*

A giant expletive isn’t it.

The best sendoff you could give him.

> (==>)

Holy shit. It really IS a rant!

KARKAT: YOU WANT TO KNOW HOW I REALLY FEEL ABOUT DAVE? KARKAT: HOW I FEEL IS THAT I WISH THAT EVERYONE WOULD STOP FUCKING BOTHERING ME ABOUT HIM!!! KARKAT: ALRIGHT, SO HE AND JADE GOT HUMAN MARRIED!! BIG DEAL!!! KARKAT: DO PEOPLE FORGET THAT I WAS THERE?? I FEEL LIKE EVERYONE IS FORGETTING THAT I WAS LITERALLY INVITED TO THE OCCASION. KARKAT: I'VE EVEN COME TO EXPECT THIS KIND OF AMNESIAC BEHAVIOR FROM EVERYONE ELSE, SINCE I ADMIT THAT I DIDN'T EXACTLY STICK AROUND OR ACTUALLY SHOW MY FACE FOR MOST OF THE ORDEAL, BUT YOU EGBERT SHOULD HAVE NO FUCKING EXCUSE! JOHN: wait, karkat, that's not what i KARKAT: SO YEAH! THAT WHOLE THING HAPPENED, AND I CAME TO TERMS WITH WHATEVER THERE WAS TO COME TO TERMS WITH, WHICH WAS FUCKING *NOTHING*, AND THEN I GOT ON WITH THE ACTUAL IMPORTANT BUSINESS OF TRYING TO PREVENT THE WORLD FROM CRUMBLING! KARKAT: WHICH, NOW THAT WE'RE ON THE SUBJECT, IS *STILL FUCKING HAPPENING*! KARKAT: I AM UTTERLY APPALLED THAT THIS IS AN INFO MORSEL I KEEP HAVING TO SPOONFEED DOWN YOUR WINDCHUTE EVERY FIVE SECONDS, JOHN, I REALLY AM. KARKAT: I MEAN HOLY SHIT, NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR THIS! KARKAT: AND ONE THING I CAN SAY WITH ABSOLUTE IRONCLAD CERTAINTY IS THAT IF DAVE WERE HERE, HE WOULD SAY THE SAME THING!!

Okay he dealt with it by keeping his hands in the dirt working on hard-fighting responsibilities, yeah, as a Blood player might. But the way he’s ranting about it seems a little-

KARKAT: SPEAKING OF WHICH, WHERE *IS* DAVE?? JOHN: um. KARKAT: I FEEL LIKE IF ANYONE COULD HAVE PREVENTED TODAY FROM DEVOLVING INTO A HEADLESS CLUSTERFUCK, IT WOULD HAVE BEEN... OKAY, MAYBE NOT HIM, BUT AT LEAST HE MIGHT HAVE HELPED DRAG YOU OUT OF YOUR DEPRESSIVE FUGUE A LITTLE SOONER! JOHN: (oh shit.)

Oh SHIT

> (==>)

Oh no... oh no, they’re BOTH about to let it out together.

They’re gonna have to cry it out. Finally, onscreen. THIS is why they weren’t showing us, why they were saving it. It felt so awkward at the time but it’s because it has to culminate in these two, some of the closest to Dave since CHILDHOOD, get to show us the effect on everyone in a microcosm.

KARKAT: NOT ONLY THAT, BUT MAYBE WITH BOTH OF US HERE WE COULD HAVE DISPENSED WITH THIS ENTIRE SORRY TOPIC ONCE AND FOR ALL, IF ONLY FOR YOUR BENEFIT! KARKAT: OH HI DAVE, JOHN SEEMS TO BE UNDER THE IMPRESSION THAT THE UNSPOKEN HISTORY BETWEEN US IS OF SUFFICIENT IMPORT THAT WE NEED TO HASH IT OUT THIS VERY SECOND IN FRONT OF THE BLASTED REMAINS OF HIS HOME! KARKAT: yo karkat that does seem to be a strange thing for my best friend john to be concerned about given that he has spent the past five years wallowing in the depths of deepest divorce fever KARKAT: and especially since jade and i have meanwhile been working as part of your resistance with no complaints, but sure, we can brofist each other and arrange our limbs in an unambiguously platonic way KARKAT: a way which is also flawlessly calculated to communicate to everyone present that here are two guys who are totally and unequivocally over each other JOHN: (oh god. you don't...)

Talk about John’s comment about Karkat’s rants not being hilarious in a situation. THIS situation really tugs it out of them. :(

KARKAT: THAT SOUNDS LIKE A GREAT IDEA DAVE, AND WITH THAT MAYBE THAT WAY WE CAN WASH OUR TOUCH STUMPS OF THIS WHOLE ORDEAL AND NEVER HAVE TO SPEAK OF IT AGAIN! KARKAT: WOULD YOU LIKE THAT, JOHN? KARKAT: WOULD THAT SATISFY YOUR CRAVING FOR CATHARSIS ON THE SUBJECT OF DAVE?? KARKAT: WELL WHY DON'T WE TRY IT THEN. KARKAT: IN FACT, WHY DON'T YOU CALL DAVE AND GET HIM OVER HERE RIGHT NOW! JOHN: (oh my god...)

> (==>)

These visuals are ON POINT. This entire sequence since Karkat showed up is masterfully done.

KARKAT: MAYBE WE SHOULD GET JADE TO COME AS WELL! JOHN: ): KARKAT: FUCK, WHY NOT INVITE FUCKING EVERYONE!!! KARKAT: WHY NOT PRESS "PAUSE" ON THE RACE WAR FOR A MOMENT AND HAVE ONE HUGE FEELINGS JAM LAWNMEAL WHERE WE ALL PUBLICLY EXPATIATE OUR VARIOUS CONVOLUTED EMOTIONS. KARKAT: FORGET PEACE TALKS, GET FUCKING *CROCKER* TO COME! KARKAT: MAYBE THE SIGHT OF A DAVEKAT RECONCILIATION IS THE SECRET KEY TO UNLOCKING THE PART OF HER BRAIN THAT STOPS HER FROM BEING A GENOCIDAL RACIST BITCH!!! KARKAT: HOW COULD WE HAVE POSSIBLY BEEN SO BLIND!!!!!! KARKAT: IF GAMZEE WASN'T DEAD, YOU COULD HAVE INVITED HIM AS WELL! KARKAT: HAHAHA, THAT'S OKAY, WE STILL HAVE A VERITABLE MENAGERIE OF PEOPLE WE KNOW WHO AREN'T DEAD. JOHN: ))))): KARKAT: ALL OF WHOM I AM SURE WILL BE SIMPLY DELIGHTED TO ATTEND WHAT WILL UNDOUBTEDLY BE THE SINGLE MOST IMPORTANT EVENT IN EARTH C'S BULLSHIT HISTORY. KARKAT: IF THIS IS WHAT IT TAKES, EGBERT, THEN I AM PREPARED TO DO IT! KARKAT: DON'T THINK THAT I WON'T!! KARKAT: IF JUST FOR AN *INSTANT* IT WILL GET EVERYONE OFF MY CASE ABOUT THIS, I WILL STAND UP WITH DAVE IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE ***FUCKING WORLD*** AND SOLEMNLY VOW THAT I DO NOT GIVE A SHIT!!!! JOHN: KARKAT!!!!

That last bit with John. I can HEAR the rawness in his voice as he shouts that last bit... he’s about to burst into tears. And Karkat is going to have to with him. And they’ll cry it out together, as they should.

> (==>)

JOHN: ugh, fuck, this is just too much! JOHN: i thought you KNEW! KARKAT: KNEW WHAT??? JOHN: dave's GONE, karkat! JOHN: he's... JOHN: he's dead.

Let’s see it happen.

> (==>)

Just body language, the blow of the words...

JOHN: i didn't mean for you to find out like this at all, i thought... JOHN: i mean, i only heard about it yesterday, but i was convinced someone would have told you already! JOHN: apparently one minute he was there, and the next... JOHN: none of us even know how it happened, and it doesn't make any sense that he's dead, but he is. JOHN: he is dead and he's not coming back. KARKAT: JOHN: talk to me karkat, please. JOHN: please talk to me karkat. KARKAT: KARKAT: HE...

Jade and Rose were on a different part of this battlefield, they didn’t have the ability, time, and/or heart to break the news--

> (==>)

KARKAT: HE DIDN'T EVEN SAY GOODBYE?

aaaaAAAA

What a fucking expression, wow.

And what a regret RoboDave has to have for abandoning everyone without so much as a farewell letter. To think that ditching them like that was IN his Ultimate Soul is going to eat away at him. He may be linked to all of his self of selves, but he’s still an individual with individual regrets.

This was a damned good update. See y’all next time.

(It may be the new meds I’m on, but between this and the thorough love I see put into the unofficial archive, I’m suddenly reminded that despite all the drama, I fucking LOVE Homestuck. Even its current incarnation.)

#Homestuck #hs2 #Homestuck Liveblog #upd8 #Homestuck^2 #spoiler #spoilers #John Egbert #Karkat #Dave Strider #Jane Crocker

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olivedoesmagic · 3 years

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Journal You really think Olive can pull someone bodies strings? Olive can do shit? No it’s some bitch named Azion’s he’s some weird Native American god thing! No bitch it’s you! You're the puppet master. Sorry Olive bro. It’s not you. I don’t believe that” - Dave Strider

“Fine your taking me on a trip like Hermes promised me and when it’s over?”

“If you don’t deserve me?”

“You’ll wipe my mind of you when it’s over?”

“Yeah”

A long time ago there was a thirteenth troll with orange blood. He was an aspect of the signless. He was connected to all of this. He made a sacrifice that involved erasing everyone’s memory of him. Everbodies. He was terezi’s matesprit. He was Gamzee’s kismesis. And he was close with Dave. They didn’t like him. Today Dave and I were talking. For some fuking reason he enchanted hismelf within my mothers aviators, so whenever I put them on he comes out and we communicate with each other. It’s not the same as talking to your kins. Which I’ve also mastered though that takes a lot of practice and time. But I’ve done it. Dave is really cool. I adore him. He is not my favorite character that mantle goes to Dirk Strider. But he is my chosen hero of the comic. In the same way despite kinning Adam Warlock, my chosen hero of marvel is Deadpool. Otherkin are complicated and a unique bag. Doctor Strange is my mentor in pop culture magick. I won’t deny that. It has given me powers beyond my comprehension and even a pink omnitrix. However it is also deemed fantasy and “fake magick” by many.

Dave was so angry. So so angry. He was cussing who ever this is out. Calling them names, and being irritated with them. According to this troll they convinced Hussie to write them out of the story. It’s all daunting and confusing and very very odd. Signless was out earlier and he explained my kink in the hair of Gamzee Makara. I’m writing a scrubbed fanfiction of Homestuck rebirthed at the moment. It is titled Skybound. It is inspired by homestuck and very influenced by it but it is it’s own story.

The main character is named Aclon Harta, and he is meant to be the reincarnation of Gamzee. I talked with Gamzee when making this version of him, and he didn’t think he deserves the eye color he got as a martian (royal blue) essentially Erdian’s blood color minus the fish dweller tendencies and this was before the kink was established.

Kinks in the hair are an African concept heavily tied to voudou though they are not of that nature and very very similar to otherkin but again different and I do have a Kink of Gamzee. The Signless told me via a kinshift though I debate if he is a feather or a kin, that he asked for “the worst person in the comic” to be kin with and he was given Gamzee and he was distrubed and upset “That it was Makahara” because he doesn’t blame Gamzee for the things he does, nor for the things he does while sober.

For Gamzee is of two minds. Lately Gamzee has been reaching out to me. He can’t control himself anymore and he is worried that he will go sober again. I am trying to help him. But he refuses the pie still deeming it “poison” I am trying to help him but I know his sober tendency is inevitable.

So that’s what I’ve been up to. That and some important people shit. I am planning the revolution from my bedroom via fanfiction and dancing. I know I am an odd ball. Even just getting taco bell for me is a political act. I recently started a “role play” on how to time travel. It is not remotely role play. I also cracked myself. Which is different than a splinter. And now I see myself everywhere and highly regret the action.

But Dream herself was very very cool. Anyways, that’s all for now. Goodnight journal.

Olive Brimstone

9:48 PM

4/19/2021

#fictionkin #otherkin #homestuck #fanfiction #its not fanfic #but tagging that for anyone who wants to block this #my stuff #journal

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loud-whistling-yes · 4 years

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So while reading Hivebent I actually made notes on which troll is which because my memory is downright shitty. It was originally meant to just jolt down their name, symbol, typing and stuff but eventually evolved to just real time reactions to the story and while rereading them I spent a good amount of time laughing my ass off so enjoy

Who the fuck is it: Homestuck Edition

So far we have:

Libra girl

• weird teal (blue) writing. Is it a girl? I hope so.

• also blind (I think)

• types in caps and numbers w h y

• (later added on) her name's Terezi

Karkat guy

• (while pointing towards a very poorly drawn Cancer symbol) eh, close enough

• I hope it's a guy

• Cancer I think???

• grey blood? Red blood?

• grey writing in caps

• seriously what colour is the blood???? Idk man

• (added later on) candy red blood. Mutant. Figures.

Gamzee the Capricorn

• I think he's royal blood and shit

• dark purple-indigo blood???

• a fucking hippy (my note: I had no other way to describe him)

• his writing style gives me headaches

• "lIkE tHiS???"

• (later added on) oh wow he's a psychopath

Leo girl

• keeps on writing with :333

• uses 3 to replace "e" (my note: she does?)

• weird yellow-green text

• (later added on) why is there three people in green. I hate green.

Aries girl

• looks possessed (my note: no shit Sherlock)

• snapped the neck of the frog thing (my note: temple)

• looks cool

• so SHE'S the one who started this mess

• nvm IS possessed

• (later added on) oh she's a dead ghost that explains

Aquarius boy

• he has a ring (edit: a lot of rings)

• calls people "land dwellers"

• talks like a retard / violet text

• DAW he and Feferi are so cute together

• (later added on. I think at the time he killed Kanaya and Feferi) Well look where all my love and respect for him went. To the trash. Au re-fucking-vior.

Gemini boy

• his Sollux right? (Yeah he is)

• weird blue red eyes

• writes in yellow and can code shit

• the guy who starts this shit?

• has bipolar (I think)

• replaces "s" with 2 (why)

• (later added on) WAIT WHAT HE'S ARADIA'S BOYFRIEND??????

Taurus (?) boy

• he's called Tavros

• sits on a wheelchair

• brown/orange text (cONSTANTLY SCREAMING-)

• Got mind controlled by megalovania girl and yote himself off a cliff (my note: to say I didn't spit my water out rereading this note would be a lie)

• Can control animals

Scorpio girl

• haha yes megalovania girl (my note: I want to explain that the only reason why I read homestuck in the first place was because I wanted to know what was going on in S: Wake. So the only characters I recognized were Tavros and Vriska cause everyone was talking about them in the comments)

• oh yeah she has a weird eye

• I think she's Vriska

• blue cyan text

• also a jerk (not surprised tbh)

• (later added) WAIT SHE HAS A ROBO ARM?!

• (later added) got cursed with bad luck or some shit. Idk

• (later added) also killed Aradia (not surprised either)

Virgo girl

• "lesbian vampire" (my note: never had I ever made such a spot-on foreshadowing before)

• dark green text (probably the most normal text style here)

• nope this woman has never heard of full stops

Sagittarius boy

• indigo text (I have no idea how to describe it)

• got 公主病 (my note: I'm sorry I don't know how to translate this to English)

• really strong

• really into the caste system (does he have a fetish or what-)

• can control Vriska's robo arm

• I think he likes Aradia

Pisces girl

• she looks cool

• she texts like she's talking underwater

• what am I saying I'm 95% sure she lives underwater

• I think she's the royal of all royals

And the gigantic writing at the bottom of the last page is just me freaking out over Jack Noir killing dad Egbert and mom Lalonde

OH MY GOD WHAT THE

FUCK

JACK NOIR

WHY the

FUCK

Did YOU do

THAT

#homestuck #trolls #jack noir #commentary #funny #reactions #whoop

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voidequine · 5 years

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Of News and Distress

Discord Therad with @dilldaydreamer In which Horuss gets some distressing news and things progress.

PI Today at 7:32 AM

You sit at your desk, chair and tea ready. This is never an easy subject to broach, much less with one of your own officers. And doubly so considering his relationship status.

But...he is also at the time one of your most reliable and...no pun intended...stable leads.

Leaning back, you sigh and stare at the ceiling. Half this day had been running around, talking to people, perhaps making a few semi unscrupulous deals with some other people...but you're starting to get some idea. With the help of Skylla you expect...well perhaps best not to get your hopes up too much.

One thing at a time.

So for now you just busy yourself with paperwork Officer Zahhak arrives.

Horuss Today at 7:46 AM

You yourself need to take a marement to steady the uneven rhythm of your chest before you make your hay to the Inspector's office.

You are worried. Anxious. Expecting the worse.

But there is neigh use in panic or allowing your emotions to run rampant. So you simply... disregard them for the time. Push them down into that void you hoof nestled deep in your chest and proceed.

You knock at the door within minutes, long purposefoally even steps hoofing carried you there swiftly, and await invitation inside.

You are fine. Deep breaths. Calm. Even. Undisturbed. You are fine.

PI Today at 7:55 AM

"Come in." you say in response to the knock. Alright. Here we go.

You adjust the paperwork on your desk and take on a posture of calmness. The last thing you want is to give an impression you are upset or they are somehow in trouble. Also, you have noticed your indigo officers are a wee bit skittish at times. And by at times, most all of the times.

"Thank you for coming so quickly. There have been some developments on the Missing Person's case that I wanted to discuss with you personally." you say gently. While impersonal sounding, chances are mentioning things as developments and Missing Person would be more likely to imply that the person was still missing and progress was being made.

At least you hope. With a gesture to the chair, you wordlessly ask him to be seated.

Horuss Today at 8:01 AM

You step inside and keep yourself silent, you are fine, you are composed you are –

Developments.

Neigh there are many things developments could mean there was neigh need to jump to the worst case scenarios, none at all. Developments could mean a lead, a witness a chance he was still alive and you were neigh deluding yourself into hoping for a lie. Developments were good.

You unfreeze yourself enough from where you had halted to take the seat offered to you, focusing on the Inspector with intent eyes hidden beneath tinted lenses. "What kind of developments?"

You are focused and present, a good officer, a good indigo.

PI Today at 8:30 AM

As he sits, you rise to your own feet as you take on a more serious and professional tone. "Before I start, I need to state that what we're about to discuss is not to leave this room unless Redglare or myself give the order."

A necessary precaution, though likely not something to help with your officer's nerves admittedly so you turn to avoid direct eye contact.

"There was a recent investigation of a young troll lady who had been murdered. Purple blooded, from the Mirthful church. Not the most pleasant of deaths, physically bludgeoned with a bat or some blunt object. From the scene it seems like there was two others present besides the victim. One who was involved in the skirmish and one who stood by and walked off with the attacker afterwards."

You take a moment to give him time to process this information as you picked up a folder off your desk.

Horuss Today at 8:40 AM

"Of horse neigh," confidentially, keeping information close until such a time that those that need to be made amare are done so. You understand that completely.

The rest of what the Inspector tells you though, oh deer. Oh deer oh neigh, please neigh this. You can neigh...

Neigh, neigh you need to breath, in and out keep breathing, there is neigh need to panic. Panicking is bad form and you are marely jumping to conclusions again and that is neigh something you should be doing, neigh something you should be doing at all but...

But you really do neigh like the sound of where this going. Neigh at all. Just breath, breath Horuss everything is going to be ok.

"That is... I do neigh..." come now you know how to make sentences from words, you do, you even know how to hoof them make coherent sense. Do better. "You believe this has something to do with Gamzee." You had meant that to be a question but your voice is refusing to make those inflections for you, leaving it a stiff statement.

PI Today at 8:48 AM

You drop your professional demeanor for one more sympathetic as you sit on the edge of your desk with folder in hand. More than an officer, everything has given you the impression that this troll before you is a good sort...and it is much like having to tell anyone that their loved one may be in danger or charged with something...it is a very delicate subject.

At his statement not quite question, you frown with a slight nod. "The victim did not go down without a fight. There was a fair amount of blood at the scene. Her's and anothers...also purple. We also were able to find a coat at the scene...which is why I wanted to talk with you...."

From the folder you pull out some photographs.

"...if you feel able I can take you to where it is actually being held...but I also realize this may be incredibly distressing." you say as you set the photos face down in front of him, allowing him to pick them up when ready. "The blood in the fabric matches with the blood under the victims nails..and between the threads of fabric and the cuts in the coat...there is little reason to doubt whoever she was fighting was wearing the coat at the time of the incursion."

You frown.

"Based on the embroidery...there is a suspicion. And I am sorry to say that the reason I called you in was as Gamzee's morail, you would be the most qualified to identify the garment."

Horuss Today at 8:52 AM

...

Neigh...

Neigh neigh no no no nonono

Your fingers shake, you do not want them too, but they do.

You can neigh make yourself look anywhere but at the photos. Because then you will break and you need...

You need not to right now. You can not break now. You can not. You will not.

But you are. You can feel it.

"That is - " you voice breaks, fragile confused, overwhelmed, words close to descending into little more than noises of distress.

Take a breath Horuss, pull yourself back together.

"His yes..." you would recognize it anywhere, you hoof seen it enough for that. You... you do not want to see it in it's physical state, you can not do that.

"I do not -" throat closing on a choked click. No you need to focus and continue, there is no place for anything else right now. "I can not... believe he would act in any way against... not the Church..." Gamzee may have many conflicting feelings regarding the Church but he would not have done anything to risk being cast out or unwanted by them.

You know that. You do.

Or do you? You do not know right now. It is all awful and confusing in your head.

PI Today at 9:14 AM

You feel your heart break a little. It isn't the first time you've had to do this kind of discussion with someone. And not even the first officer. But..it is on that list of things that never get easier.

"Deep breaths Horuss....inhale.......exhale..." you say, prioritizing calming him first and foremmost. "Just focus on counting to five as you breathe...and another five as you breath out. Focus on the numbers." As you say this, you pour some water for him just in case. After a moment, you crouch so you are more eye-level.

"I won't deny things don't look ideal...but. Nothing is confirmed and there is a lot that could still be. None of us have any plans to jump to conclusions, we fully intend to sort this out with a fine tooth combed. Which is also the reason for confidentiality. There is a lot at risk, especially when it comes to the Church matters." You turn, to give him as comforting a smile as you can. "We're here for you as well. And equally important is making sure you're alright in this time."

Horuss Today at 9:22 AM

Yes. Breath. Focus. You can do that at least. one, two, three, four, five

It is very, very hard but you manage. one, two

It is hard to hear the Inspector through the fuzz in your own head. five, one, two But you manage. four, five

Yes, yes this should not, oh the Baron can not know. He will go after Gamzee himself and then one two three four, five, one, two, three, four, five you can not bare to think of that right now, focus on the numbers instead just like the Inspector said. Orders, orders are good.

one, two "I think," four, five "I am not alright." two, three, four

PI Today at 9:30 AM

"Understood. Keep with the steady breaths...one two...three..." you count with him as you try to slow the numbers down lest he start counting too fast.

"You may be having an anxiety attack. That is normal, it is alright. Your body is reacting to a percieved threat...but you are in control. One....two...three....four... it is going to pass. Just steady...steady breaths Horuss...Focus on the counting..."

You crouch so that you're a bit below eye level, far less imposing...though not as if you had much an imposing figure to begin with. Though you take caution to not touch him as you don't want to risk startling him.

Horuss Today at 9:40 AM

It takes... far more time than it should. You should be better about controlling yourself you are not some wriggler that - no... no that is just an Alternian mindset and not a very good one. Just like the Inspector said this is normal, this is fine, you are fine, you are behaving in a perfectly logical manner at the current point.

Well, a manner that is a perfectly logical reaction after weeks, months of stress and over-working yourself in the vain attempt to neigh descend into panic without your main support structure. This is terrible. You hate this.

You just... want things to be ok again.

You drop your head into your palms once the worst of the tightness in your chest has passed, you taste iron on your tongue. "I am sorry," still shaky but better. "I did not mean to... my sincerest apologies." You want to escape, get your hands on something, break or build, a distraction please.

But you need to be present here now. "Do you believe... he can be located from this?" You will worry about the dead or alive part at a different point in time, namely after he has been found.

PI Today at 9:54 AM

"I understand. It is a lot to take in and you did not do anything wrong. You have been under a fair bit of stress and your body needed a moment to release that tension." A truth, and goodness knows you have had your fair share of mental shake-ups or breakdowns.

At his question, you reach over to pick up the cup of water as an offering to hiim as you speak. "I do. In fact that is the primary reason for the need for secrecy. We have a very strong set of leads and as long as things remain un-entangled I expect we are very close." In that you have a neighborhood that you are fairly certain is the area based on tips and sources. Just a matter of figuring out where.

"Is there anything I can do to help you right now?"

Horuss Today at 10:01 AM

You take the glass, more to have something to hold than because you want to drink. Because you do not right now, but the cool feeling of the glass is nice.

Even more so accompanied by his words. "Good." You will take that, you will, you have had so little to go on to keep hope in that that is... more than enough. It is everything.

"I do not," you stop yourself from saying you do not need anything, because that would not only be a lie but a very poor one considering what just occurred. "I think... is there anything that needs attending to? Something so I can..." not think, not feel, just focus on the task at hand.

PI Today at 10:14 AM

The wheels in your head turn as you nod. "I do, in fact I actually had a task I was hoping to ask of you later on...but there is no pressure to complete if at any point you feel yourself unable to." Getting back up on your feet, you wander over to one of your filing cabinets...sifting through a drawer until you pull out a fairly hefty folder. "I had been wanting to restructure and organize Storage Room D for a while...but between the cataloguing, moving items to their new respective rooms, and dismantling...and remantling various shelving units...it's been low on the priority list. Especially with all that has been happening. "

Walking back, you set the folder down. "If you feel up for a bunch of drudgery and cobweb combat, you are welcome to take the lead on this task." You refrain from adding any comments that would imply himself unsuitable or unable to handle the task....it would likely feel insulting and the last thing anyone wants to hear is something tha tmay make them feel like others think them weak. And goodness knows you can empathize with the desire to lose oneself in a task.

Horuss Today at 10:23 AM

Yes. Good. This is exactly what you want right now. Distraction, menial in it's simplicity.

"Yes, thank you. I will get started immediately." You reach and pick up the folder, handling it much easier than the Inspector had. This is yours now, your task, yours to focus on and lose yourself in. It is good.

"Do you... require anything else from me?" Are you allowed to escape now?

PI Today at 10:31 AM

"That is all. You are dismissed." comes the response. Not meant to sound so impersonal, but you can't help but feel like he'd like to be anywhere but here and now...and you don't have it in you to dawdle on any further questions or lines of thought.

Especially considering how much the current information has unsettled him. No, you can always ask if he has any hair samples or things for forensics to compare to the blood later if need be. Right now, him being able to process and recover is more important...and if all goes well you may not even need to ask something like that anyways.

"I'll stop in later to check on your progress and to see if you require any tools or assistance, but I'll let you get to task. Good luck."

Horuss Today at 10:38 AM

You are standing the moment he says you can and almost out the door before you remember yourself. You turn to the Inspector and drop your head in a very stiff, jerky nod, "thank you Inspector."

Do you mean for the task or for the little bit of hope that your diamond is still alive somewhere? You are, unsure. You are thankful regardless.

Now time to continue your escape to the store room in question. You will be unlikely to emerge for a long while of your own volition, you have something to focus on now. You will be fine.

PI Today at 10:43 AM

You watch him go and a worried frown finally reveals itself. Not an enviable situation in the least. And as much as you hate to do it, you mentally set aside the note to keep a watch out on him. For his own health but also that unfortunate knowledge of how things can get more prickly when matters of the heart are concerned. Learning one's moirail is going from missing to possible murder suspect is...not really ideal for anyone.

Sitting back at your desk you think a few before opening up your phone.

#Missing (Story)#RP Log #Discord RP #dilldaydreamer #// the gamzee plot progresses and i hurt my horse #// is a good day

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fantroll-purgatory · 6 years

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@sarkiesark

sorry for sending two so close so each other!

No worries I enjoyed the last one and I’m having fun with this one!

FIRST: Alternia with a different empress

Name (preferably include how you came up with it and why): Veveni Phobos - Veveni is very loosely based on the word vicious, and Phobos of course is the name of one of the two Gods of fear in Greek mythology.

Age: 7 Sweeps

Strife Specibus: Whipbladekind - She relies on manipulating from afar, but when she has to get close, she isn’t afraid to use her Urumi.

Fetch Modus: Hue Modus - Objects are sorted by color in stacks, and all items of one color are ejected at once. A… hassle.

Love it. If you wanna go a step further you can make it so it’s sorted in stacks based on blood color, with items that land between suffering weird consequences (only part of the item being ejected, etc.)

Blood color: Purple

Symbol and meaning: It’s meant to represent DNA, and it reflects how she views each caste- as being biologically inferior.

It kind of looks like Gemgo, the yellowblood sign of The Original, with an assignation of Prospit and Space. That, in addition to her colored eyes, gives me an idea…

Trolltag: contagiousCacophony [CC]

Quirk: S-HE S-PEAKS L-IKE T-HIS T-O I-NDICATE S-OME W-ICKED E-MPHASIS.

Special Abilities (if any): She has a mutation that leaves her eyes permanently hued in her blood color. This gives her particularly potent chucklevoodoos, and strangely she finds it hard -not- to use them to get her way.

If you’ll allow me to sell you on this, I feel like this might be a fun idea: Veveni is a goldblood who is clawing her way to the top of the (landdwelling) hemospectrum. You can still endow her with the belief that she is innately biologically superior (as goldbloods apparently think of themselves as the smartest person in the room). She can pass her oddly-colored eyes off as a fortunate mutation that means her chucklevoodoos manifest physically rather than as a hypnotic gaze.

Lusus: A small horselike creature with four eyes and tightly curled arm horns. ((loose reference to the four horsemen of the apocalypse

…arm…horns…WHAT ARE ARM HORNS. Wait does this horse. Does this horse have horns that look like flexing arms. I love it. If you wanna keep her a purpleblood you want them to be a seadwelling mammal so maybe keep that but make her a mermicorn. If you want to go with my idea that she’s a social climbing goldblood…(ʘ‿ʘ✿) she may have to kill or abandon her lusus to keep her cover.

Personality: It’s easily said that, among her friends, Veveni sticks out as probably the most vicious. She was praised by the cult for her potent abilities from a young age, and since torturing lowbloods equalled respect for her, it was no surprise as ‘incidents’ of harmed or worse trolls pointed more frequently in her direction. At her current age, she’s more interested in writing about such things as lowbloods have long since steered clear of her direction, but she still makes a habit of terrorizing her less fortunate friend’s dreams particularly. Not that they know it’s her. Outwardly towards them she’s extremely laid back, almost tired, but when a situation calls for it she has very fast reflexes.

I think this is actually a good sell for her being a goldblood because purplebloods are supposedly EXTREMELY driven and will stop at nothing until they reach their goal, however whimsical it may be. Goldbloods, on the other hand, apparently tend more towards boom-and-bust cycles of showing off and then wearing themselves out. This is especially relevant since a bloodthirsty purpleblood would likely have their eye on being made a subjugglator to come in contact with yet more rebellious lowbloods, and this does not seem to be the case for her.

I’m also just a fan of this rework because having potent psychic abilities with no check risks making her overpowered; this reimagining would give her the hidden weakness of being psychically susceptible (though if she’s successfully infiltrated the subjugglator cult then it’s unlikely anyone would suspect as much).

Interests: Literature, Writing, Torture, Online Roleplay, FLARP

Title: Heir of Blood

I don’t know that that title even fits your original character? I mean she’s definitely Prospit but I don’t know that her character has much to do with loyalty…given that she often heralds others’ death, you may want to give her Maid of Doom? Which would make her a Caprimino.

I am aware enough of my own biases to know that I’m trying to shoehorn her into a Space role so I can retroactively justify the narrative thread I’ve woven here, but…I feel like I can make an argument for Prince of Space. With the new backstory, she’s literally destroyed others in order to carve out a space for herself in the hemospectrum. Much as Dirk’s destruction of the self was tied intimately to his self-involvedness, Veveni’s destruction of spaces can lay in her own scrabble for purchase.

Land: Land of Drought and Lemonade [LODAL]

If you want her to be a Doom purpleblood flip those two (LOLAD) and you’re GOOD. Her quest could be to fix the draught (because right now all the poor consorts have to drink is lemonade).

If you want to go with the Space goldblood It’s pretty easy just go Land of Lemonade and Frogs (LOLAF). The lemonade would also be great bc it would remind her of her lowblood status much as Karkat felt his planet was mocking him for his mutant blood.

Dream Planet: Prospit

So. I got a little carried away with multiple sprites (for which fan-troll gets most of the credit for bases), but I promise I have my reasoning. From left to right, these are: a sprite based off your original drawing (surrounded by assorted symbols depending on if you want to modify the existing one or pick one of the two canon EZ ones if she was truly a purpleblood), the yellowblood version, a hypothetical transitional stage in which she is waiting for her hair to grow long enough to cover her second pair of horns while quietly swapping out clothing that would identify her “true” blood color (using an edited sprite from naphal), and her Final Form as a subjugglator.

This if for if you want to keep her a purpleblood because tbh she doesn’t need to have a mutation to be exceptionally powerful; we’ve already seen that purplebloods can be bloody-minded in every possible way. Let’s go top to bottom.

Horns - I wanted to make them mimic the hourglass shape inherent to both your created symbol and to the goldblood one I assigned her; this just meant making them symmetrical to look like the bottom half. The teeny tiny second set is eventually covered with hair to successully complete her transformation into a purpleblood.

Hair - It’s just the hair you gave her. I couldn’t tell what you wanted the bangs to look like so I tried my best to make it look dynamic.

Eyes - I followed your design cue and gave her two lashes on the bottom outer corners of her eyes. Her redesign just uses one full color for each eye in keeping with goldblood design.

Mouth - both goldbloods and purplebloods tend to be toothy castes, so I gave her some teef.

Symbol - like I said, I gave her Gemgo, The Original, as a starter sign. The fake one she’s got at the end is Caprilo, which I initially picked just bc it looked like a coiled Urumi but is the sign of The Multifaceted. It tickled me, especially because it’s a Heart sign and she is very much using it to disguise her Self.

Outfit - most of these are just palette-swaps of your original outfit for variety, but I wanted to address the final one. If we look at the spread of purplebloods we have so far, even Gamzee, the soberest one (ha!), has an outfit that noticeably diverges from his peers’ in that it uses a polka-dot patterned pajama pant where even Feferi still uses colorblocking. The shirt and shorts seemed a bit tame for that, so I gave her a tutu and extended her boots out to look like clown shoes. Based on the purplebloods we’ve seen so far, bright yellow is a relatively common accent color, so I added that to the tongue of her boots and gave them a gold underlining as a nod to her original blood color.

So that concludes my review of Veveni! I’m a fan tbh.

-TR

#sarkiesark #veveni phobos #veveni #phobos #purpleblood #goldblood #review #redesign #tr review #submission #yellowblood

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homestuckvalentine · 7 years

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BACKUP WRITERS AND ARTISTS NEEDED (PART TWO)

Please message me with who you want to do a backup for, thank you all so much!

21. Url: risingfanartist Name: Lawrence (or Lars) Pronouns: he/him Receive: Art/Writing Ships/requests: cronkri, gamtav, rosemary, davekat, vrisrezi, meowrails No: alcohol, NSFW situations, gore, neck trauma Additional comments: im gay

22. Url: ilovearadia Name: Kit Pronouns: Any Receive: Art Ships/requests: red or pale arasol, red davesol or red aranep!!! and i like anything to do with bloodswaps but anything would be cool No: n/a Additional comments: n/a

23. Url: silver-tongues-blog Name: silver Pronouns: she/her Receive: Art Ships/requests: jane<>john john<>jade jade<3<karkat<3<karkat No: nothing gore or horror. this isnt a spoopy time. Additional comments: n/a

24. Url: Yaboybigbadguzma Name: Mike Pronouns: He/him Receive: Art/Writing Ships/requests: Roxy <3 John, John <3 Vriska, Equius <3 Vriska, Latula <3 Porrim, Meenah <3 Karkat, Special Crackship: Jade <3 Horuss buff nerds No: Please no Roxycal or Vriska <3 Terezi Additional comments: I feel bad that so many of my ships are mf, I love Rosemary and Davekat but there's so much art of them already and I feel that this is a great opportunity to put new ships and work out there!

25. Url: genericfather Name: Stephan Pronouns: She/her Receive: Art Ships/requests: john<3roxy or dave<>john No: Gore Additional comments: n/a

26. Url: aureateraconteur Name: (requested to be left out) Pronouns: She/her Receive: Writing Ships/requests: Angst or fluff, but not both. Blackrom preferably (includes auspisticism) possible ships include Vriska <3< Karkat, Vriska auspisticizing people (maybe Johna and Tav but I'll take anyone), Johnrezi, Kankri c3< Mituna & Cronus, Jade<3<Eridan, Feferi<3<Kanaya, I like rarepairs (like, RARE rarepairs if there are more than 50 stories in ao3 that's not what I'm talking about) in general too. I like pieces about the character's relationship and what they think of it and why and such. Literally anything Hiveswap. No: NSFW, cutting, suicide, self harm, extreme violence, I said anything Hiveswap but what I meant was anything Hiveswap but xefmek and xefjoey regardless of quadrant, no abusive blackrom, no porkri, Additional comments: Um could I request my name be left out when posting? Also please tell whoever get's me I am very sorry, but I have a lot of ideas on the sort of thing I'd like.

27. Url: dirkaeus Name: Kaden/ Timaeus Pronouns: he/him Receive: Art Ships/requests: hm,, rose/jade, dirk/jake/, roxy/latula ! and request-wise, i suppose doing stuff like just playing video games or other nice date-y things ! (personal favourite is sharing a milkshake or something or just eating crêpe ! although ill like anything so its up to the artist !) No: ya the usual. gore/ anything with insects/ nsfw stuff Additional comments: n/a

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29. Url: Sorrylittledanie Name: Danie Pronouns: Any pronoun its ok Receive: Art/Writing Ships/requests: Gamzee <3 Karkat, Eridan <3 Nepeta, Dirk <3 Jake, Meulin <3 Rufioh, Kankri <3 Cronus, Roxy <3 Jane, Aradia <3 Feferi. No: n/a Additional comments: Although I'm ok with anything, something cute would be preferred. I'm also willing to make extra gifts for the people that didn't received theirs!

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#homestuck #hiveswap #please help me out so everyone can get a gift!!

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hornyfishprince · 7 years

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Tell me some of your favorite stories with your friends. I need good vibes my way!

Hey! Sorry this took a couple days to get to, but let’s see here… This is a very long story, and I apologize in advance.

A couple years ago, I went to my first anime convention with CactusoftheNight and yurukiturah (Cas and Cat respectively; try not get them mixed up). The three of us often refer to that event as “The No Chill Weekend” because shit just… kept happening.

Now, before this, I had never met either of them in real life, but Cas and I had met online a few years prior, and he’s known Cat since gradeschool. Cas and I were (and still are) way too into homestuck for our own good at the time, and while he’d been to this particular convention in Dallas, Texas numerous times neither of us had ever cosplayed. As you can imagine, our stars were aligned. Months of planning and prep, measuring, cutting, sewing, fabric paint, body paint, makeup, arm socks, paper clay, broken horns, a broken wand, experimenting with everything! Mistakes were made. Money was wasted. This is all before the actual convention weekend. We had no idea what we were in for.

Summer arrived, and it was finally time. I took a bus 800 miles from my sleepy little hometown in Illinois all the way to Dallas. It was my first time taking a bus, and my first time traveling alone. My bags had been packed meticulously carefully with all of my cosplay supplies, and I was a paranoid wreck whenever my luggage wasn’t gripped in my hands. Luckily the trip down was relatively uneventful. I rode overnight and arrived early in the morning, dazed from lack of sleep, but excited beyond belief.

Cas and his mom picked me up from the bus station and treated me to a nice breakfast at IHOP. I stayed at Cas’s place for the next two days while we did our final prep work for the con. We should’ve known then that it was going to be an interesting weekend. Neither of us had finished our armsocks (a crucial piece of costuming for any looking to transform into one of those candycorn motherfuckers), so it was now a race to get them done. We listened to Nightvale while we sewed, and that was about all we did for those days. It was hard work, but we didn’t care. We were going to be stepping into the skins of our favorite homestuck trolls (I was going as Eridan, and Cas was going as Gamzee), and we were high on the excitement of it all.

Then it was time to meet up with Cat. For the rest of the con weekend, we were staying in her dad’s condo, because it was the closest place we could stay to the convention without renting a hotel room (which we had no money for). The day before the con officially started people could come in and do their registration and then stay for a masquerade ball, which is exactly what we did. Cas and I had originally planned on cosplaying that night as well, just fancied up, but we didn’t have enough time to fuck around with all that facepaint. Also we still hadn’t finished the armsocks. I still wore my cape.

The cape was a mistake.

The chain holding it closed about my neck was flimsier than I had realized, and it snapped while we were trying to dance (badly, I might add, because we missed the dancing lessons they were supposed to hold earlier that day). The combination of a broken costume piece, a crowded ballroom, nothing to do, and my crippling anxiety issues led to us leaving early. We managed to fix my cape well enough that it would mostly hold together, but it still gave me grief for the rest of the weekend. We spent the rest of the night relaxing and playing CAH, and we still didn’t get our armsocks finished.

The next morning, we started the rush to get in costume. It took hours and a metric fuckton of baby powder, but our paint looked perfect and was sealed. Cas and I had only half of our armsocks done and since his arms were going to be more uncovered, we had to cut each of the finished arms into long gloves for him to wear, and then I got to paint my hands.

We had to take a few buses and then a train down to the hotel where the convention was being held, and then there was still a bit of walking to do on the way. I should mention at this point that Cat was in a long, black, leather trench coat - the garb of Org XIII from the Kingdom Hearts series. Cat is also very tall. Like a foot taller than Cas and I. We were a sight to behold. And behold us they did. You’d honestly be surprised how many people who don’t live immediately next to the hotel don’t know about the convention. Incredulous looks and questions abound.

On our way between the bus and the train, we stopped for a snowcone. An older gentleman questioned all three of us about our costumes, but he seemed the most enamored by mine, kept asking what I was supposed to be.

“A fish,” I replied simply, not knowing how else to explain (homestuck cannot be explained).

“Oh!” he responded, excitedly. “Well, swim all over me!”

The three of us laughed awkwardly and then our next bus arrived. I don’t think we’ll ever forget the “swim all over me” guy.

That first day was amazing. A-kon is the oldest anime convention in the united states, and it shows. Until recently, it was held at the Hilton-Anatole in Dallas, which is where we were that weekend, and it is a beautiful event. So many people in so many fandoms coming together in one spot. The dealer’s room and artist alley had so much to display you could hardly get through it all. We didn’t go to any panels, but everything we did do was worth the time we spent.

The first two days were busy and tiring, but fun, and not a disaster. But on the night of the second day, things took a turn. It started when Cas and I decided to stay for a panel that was being held a bit late. Unfortunately this meant we missed the Rocky Horror showing, but they do that every year and we planned on being back, so we figured we weren’t missing too much. In the interest of not dragging out this story anymore than it already is, I’ll spare the details on the panel we went to, but know that Cat couldn’t go with us because she wasn’t old enough at the time. This left her alone, and it was getting late before the panel ended, so eventually Cas and I had to rejoin her so we could head home before the trains stopped running.

Nerves were already a bit frayed at this point, as we were all sore and tired, and the walk to the train station was not a short one. When we made it to the ticket kiosk, the train was already pulling in and stopping. In our rush to get our tickets and get on the train, Cas’s backpack was left open and several things fell out. We realized this after another passenger handed him his phone charger. I had Cas check for my wallet (I had no pockets that could hold it) and sure enough it was gone.

Panic set in.

At the train’s next stop, a few blocks down the road, we got off and before we could so much as think, Cas was handing me his backpack and sprinting off back to the other station. I was still freaking out, and took off after him without thinking. Poor Cat stayed behind, alone again (I am still so sorry about that, oh my god). I wasn’t fast enough to keep up and soon lost sight of him, but continued on at a walking pace, knowing I would catch up eventually.

Meanwhile, Cas was running on. If you’ve never seen a chubby alien juggalo running straight at you with a look of sheer determination on their face, you can’t really know exactly how the people downtown felt when they saw Cas approaching that night. He searched all over the platform. He asked everyone who happened to be there waiting for the train if they had seen my wallet. They all stammered and shook their heads, perplexed by the urgent request from the strange grey man. “Was that Satan?!” Cas heard one of them exclaim as he was leaving them to ask the next bystander.

I was still on my way, alone, in a city I’d never known. I was constantly looking over my shoulder, but too scared to turn back at this point. A stranger spoke up from the darkness behind me, and I nearly jumped out of my shitty painted shoes. Luckily he was nice, and apologized for scaring me. He walked with me to the train stop, asking me about my costume and why I was out dressed like that so late. I gave him a brief rundown.

Just before making it to the train station, Cas crossed the street and met up with us, defeat and physical exertion coloring his face. We both had tears in our eyes at this point, and now we had to get back to Cat and figure out what to do. The stranger walked with us for a bit longer to make sure we would be okay before parting ways.

We eventually made it back. Cas called my dad for me and I explained through shaking sobs what had happened. My driver’s license, my debit card, and about $60 cash were now gone, and I was a 19-year-old in a city far from home. Anything worse that had ever happened to me before had involved physical injury. My dad agreed to call the bank asap and cancel my debit, and then we’d have to figure out my driver’s license when I got back. Cat called her parents, and they reimbursed me for the lost cash.

The three of us stood and waited for the next train. Some rando with a skateboard walked by and shouted at us something along the lines of “You guys wanna fuck me? I’d fuck me!” Still not sure if he was high as shit or just weird, but you gotta be pretty brave to solicit what appear to be a dark sorceress and the demons she summoned. At the time, we were too stressed to be amused by this, and if he hadn’t shut up and gone away, I honestly think we would’ve thrown down.

So the train arrives and we board. I’m still drying my eyes, and my two friends are doing a good job trying to calm me down. Eventually the train picks up some more passengers and we’re treated to a lovely conversation with some very drunk girls (and one guy, who happened to look like Matt Smith) who had just gotten back from a country music concert. They told us all how nice our costumes were, and we explained about the convention and how I’d lost my wallet. We showed them some cool stuff we’d bought at the con, including an Ouran Highschool Host Club poster I got, which, after seeing, they proceeded to tell Cat she looked like Honey. Drunk girls who go out of their way to be friendly and cheer you up give me life, tbh.

But eventually we get to our stop. And by now the buses have stopped running, as we knew they would, so now we have to walk. Unfortunately, Cat underestimated the distance from the train station to her dad’s condo. It was about 4 miles. I once walked about 3 miles for a school event once, and, as someone who doesn’t walk regularly, it was rough. There was nothing for it, though; we had to walk.

My heels were already starting to blister just from all the walking we’d done at the con. Cas was in mostly the same boat. Our shoes were not good for this at all. On top of it all, we were hungry, thirsty, and our bladders were full. There were no sidewalks for most of the trip, so we had to keep to the side and stay vigilant for cars. And even with light pollution and nearby buildings, I realized that night just how unnervingly dark a street with no street lights can get. People talk about liminal spaces on this site a lot, and I can tell you that entire night felt liminal.

Eventually we decided we needed to stop the first chance we got, and that came in the form of a gas station. Let me set the scene. It was on a corner, as gas stations tend to be. By this time we had made it to a small business district. There were definitely other buildings around, I think we even passed a Jack In The Box or similar establishment shortly before, but as I recall this, the gas station, the lot it was on, the road, and the cemetery (I’m not making this up) on the side of the road we were on all felt alone in an abyss of night.

I feel I should reiterate at this point exactly what we all looked like to set up this next part. Cat is 6 feet tall and mostly just looks like herself, but she is wearing a long, black leather trenchcoat. Cas and I are both roughly one foot shorter. We’re both painted grey and have yellow-orange horns on our heads. And Cas has his face painted white over the grey in a clown-makeup patter. Oh, and he has deep purple claw marks painted on over that. We’ve been walking for a while and we’ve been through some shit tonight, so we look a little disheveled. Did I mention we’re approaching out of the dark from the direction of a cemetery?

We cross the road, relieved that all the lights are on and it looks like we’re going to get to use the bathroom and have a little snack to keep us going for the last leg of the journey. We cross the lot and go and into the store, only to find… No one is there.

“Hello?” We call out. “Is anyone here? Are you open?”

From the back hallway we hear some movement, and out come two young adults, a man and a woman, probably only a year or two older than us. If I remember right, one of them was holding a broom. Fear was plain on their faces.

“Y’all scared us!” They said.

Oh my god… they thought we were demons.

We quickly apologized and asked if they had a bathroom. They were too stunned at first to really register what we were asking for, and just kept prodding us with questions. “What’re y’all doin out here?” “Is your skin really grey????” “Why are you dressed like that?”

We did our best to answer quickly and politely, but Cas and I were nearly bursting at this point, so we reiterated that a bathroom was urgently needed. They showed us the one bathroom in the place. It was small, and cramped, and the “door” was basically a piece of plywood you had to pick up and slide out of the way, which technically had a functioning lock… in theory at least. We did our business quickly, me first and then Cas, and while one relieved themselves, the other two stayed out and talked to the workers, trying our best to calm them down and assure them that no, we aren’t actually demons, they’re just costumes, there’s a convention in town.

We finished up, got our snacks (I think I got a snickers bar and a cherry pepsi), and then went on our way. We got back to Cat’s place without much more fuss and promptly passed out. The next morning we still got up and cosplayed for the last day of the convention. Cas’s horns broke, and we spent the last of our time at the con hanging out with some other homestucks who tried (to no avail) to help us fix them.

Then Cas and I went back to his place, we packed our stuff, and then he went back up to Illinois with me for a little less than a week. We started dating that summer. It’s been almost two and a half years since that weekend and we just got married at the end of October.

And that’s one of the best stories of my friends that I have.

I am so sorry this couldn’t have been shorter. Thank you for the ask!

#long post #cactusofthenight #yurukiturah #friend story #this took like three hours to type I don't even care

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calumniare-blog · 7 years

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>Repent.

| Eridan Pyrope |

You're quietly watching outside the window, watching all the new colours the sky introduces to you in just a few minutes as the dawn starts. You lean back, taking it all in and trying to relax. Damn it. It's been three days and no sign from any guard suddenly proudly carrying Peixes to your doorstep. No one to turn to, no one who could possibly know where he went. Fucking damn it. Out of nowhere you impulsively knock over documents, little souvenirs from trips you've taken, photos and what the fuck ever. You can't even bring yourself to care for a split of a second.

You turn around just to convince yourself once again that you're alone. No one to impress with your calm and unpredictable exterior, no one to judge you for your mistakes. Just you. You can't even feel lonely with how your anger takes up the entire room, even making you claustrophobic. You need to do something. See someone. Plan something. God, if it weren't for your guards just outside the office you'd be screaming your fucking lungs out, but after all of this your image is still more important. You have to keep it up, you have to stay calm.

You need to run somewhere. Get out of here. Quick.

And just as you walk an inch closer to the door someone knocks. Looks like destiny is one step ahead of you.

| Gamzee Vantas |

When the door slides open Eridan is greeted by two trolls in clean, white button up shirts and well pressed black slacks.

One, a man, gives him a wide toothy grin with just a few holes where teeth used to be, apparently quite freshly removed if the way his teeth were stained a light orange was any sign. One of his eyes were bruised, and the hands with which he held tightly to a leather bound book were cut and bloodied.

The other, a woman, glowers. Not at him, just sort of. In general. Her lips are pressed tightly shut, and her one eye regards him with a hostile indifference. She stands snap straight at attention, her arms folded behind her back.

The man shuts his eyes tightly for a few seconds and breathes in. Then pops them back open and speaks in a wavering, cracking sort of way. "H-Hello sir! Have you heard the good word about our l-lord and-d savior, Gamzee Vantas? He-He's our hero, a hero for the people! An-and he's very disappointed in you."

Somewhere back in the house there's the sound of some glass breaking. Then some more. A lot of glass breaking, just how many windows are there in this place anyway?

The witness at the door seems to hear it too, clearing his throat, talking louder, pushing himself forward into the doorway. "T-Tell me, Mr.Pyrope, wh-when's the last time you repented to our just and furious god?"

| Eridan Pyrope |

Your stance goes from defensive to calm in a few seconds, forcing relaxation on yourself. Or at least looking like it, because seeing two strangers walk into your office without any further notice is already alarming enough. It's apparent you're immediately thinking, calculating and analysing. Not having any idea what's going on is already terrifying enough but the fact this is happening for the second time this week is just setting you off in the worst way possible.

Calm, Eridan. No matter how you react, you can't run from it. And when things click in your head and you finally realise the severity of the situation as you hear the all too familiar name you're positive there's absolutely no possible way to run from it. But the only response that comes from you is your eyes widening for a second just before you desperately try to calm yourself quietly. If you have to go, then so be it. But he will not get the satisfaction of you begging for your dear life.

"I definitely won't be starting today."

| Gamzee Vantas |

The witness looks genuinely hurt for a few seconds, clasping his book to his chest. "O-Oh sir, I'm so sorry to hear that b-but I'm af-afraid..."

There's a brief pause as footsteps-- many footsteps file into the room behind Eridan. Without even turning around he could probably tell they've got him closed in from the back. There's a long hacking cough before you finally speak up. "I am afraid, Brother Pyrope, you ain't got no fucking say in the matter here today."

You roll your shoulders, joints popping and snapping as you walk up to him and slap one of your heavy hands on his shoulder, the other holding tight to one of your saintly sacred sledges ready to beat the sin out of this manipulative fucking heathen should he take the wrong step crossways and attract your more immediate ire. Now, you didn't hate the poor boy or nothing yet, but you were so sorely disappointed that one of your flock would go so astray. "So. Little fucking birdy done told me a brother was keeping a goldfish pet around here. You got something to say about that, son?"

| Eridan Pyrope |

Yes, he may be a lot fucking taller than you. Yes, he may have two people behind him while you have none. But you've got one last thing left. That one thing is that you've got nothing to lose except your pride. And hell, you're going to hold onto that until your last breath.

You swallow down the sheer fear that overcomes you as soon as you feel your new enemy's hand on you. Really, you almost choke on it, but only almost. Your old smirk comes back onto your face, glossing over any sort of insecurity you might be feeling at the moment. You have nothing to lose. It's over, Eridan.

"Gam, not even a hello? For some reason I always believed that we were colleagues - maybe even friends - and yet you never visit. But here you are, in all your glory - and just in time for the sunrise too. Nature always hides its most precious gifts where you'd least expect them. We always just spend our time avoiding the sun, but have you never thought what there could be hiding from us in those hours?" Oh yeah, you're definitely testing your limits now.

| Gamzee Vantas |

"I am sorry, my brother, that I cannot bring my self to... Indulge in this runious finery as your fucking dumb ass seems so eager to do. But a real motherfucker has to be out there. In the dirt. Actually doing real shit." Your grip on his shoulder tightens and you lean down quite a ways to get eye level with him, faces just barely a few inches apart. "Unlike some motherfuckers thinking they can raise princes like a fucking dog."

Straightening up you smile coldly down at him, jabbing his chest with an accusatory finger. "Yeah. I think about what hides in the fucking dark places a lot brother. And I am out here trying to fucking bring that shit to light. In a holy fire. A cleansing light. Make everything new. Better for us. You just want a fucking puppet you got your hand up the ass of playing with some fucking neon while you get all fucking filthy on what pours down from its nasty little mouth."

Your followers step into Eridan's place, shutting the door behind them before turning their attention to the traitor. The brownblood opens up his hollow book, pulling out some zipties and trying to get Eridan secured while your maroon pal pulls the bat out from behind her back and slaps it in her hand to let the teal know she's got it.

"Anyhow, all this motherfucking grandstanding shit aside son, I am accusing your ass of treason of the highest fucking order. Collaborating with the enemy. Going against gods plans for the fucking pinkies. How you pleading?" Your blood is already burning. Parts of you wish this boy would put up some kind of fight.

| Eridan Pyrope |

When fear hits you the most is when you suddenly give a chuckle right into his face. You'd probably say that being this close to a Vantas is one of the scariest things on this planet. And the way you deal with panic is by laughing at it. Just laugh; it makes you seem stronger, calculated and relaxed.

Add a clever insult to it and you're all set. "Oh boy, is that your breath?" For dramatic purposes you wave a hand in front of you, as if to fan the odour away but also to get at least some distance between you two. "Don't you think it ruins the illusion of you being a god or some such when you already fail at simple hygiene?"

You don't fight against being tied up; you don't even move a single inch, no matter how your feet are prickling with the instinct to run or just do something. All you do is take deeper breaths than before to avoid the ragged breathing. Other than that everything stays the same; your proud stance, your smirk, your attitude towards all of this. Pure calmness, fighting against every little instinct in your body.

"Isn't it fascinating how one troll can completely demolish any belief just because he was thirsty for godlike power? Trolls claiming religion for themselves and making something truly disastrous out of it is what made me stop believing long ago."

| Gamzee Vantas |

Your smile falls from your face as you regard the little man with obvious disdain. Like a child. He throws out shit and talks about the machniations he can't understand, hides himself all up behind insults. Makes you sick. Didn't even fucking address the shit you were done talking to him about. You shake your head solmenly, your voice starting to waver into anger. "Alright. Brother. If you are done being all fucking high and mighty like you ain't just another worm squirming in the dirt, trying to convince everyone you're fucking something you ain't, guess we're gonna go ahead and get your punishment all nice and done with."

You nod at the two behind Eridan to follow you, pushing past the crowd of four more you brought who follow suit. As they push Eridan along, you talk. "You know brother, I always thought this place was a little too fucking fancy for no fucking operations that meant nothing. No motherfucker lives like a king if he's really fighting for the motherfucking average type of asshole. Should've known from day one your ass was as fake as it was cold."

The party drags Eridan into this new room behind you. It's big, half of it comprised of some reflective metal blinds programmed to open or shut at the click of a button. It was a nice little observation deck, the sort of shit someone only builds to impress guests with a nice fucking view. During the night, shit was probably beautiful. During the day though. A motherfuckers eyes would fry up in here in an instant. You tug a chair away from one of the tables and motion to it. Your followers begin pushing Eridan over to it, trying to get him steated and prepared up all nice like. Tied down to the seat. Eyes pulled open by tape.

While they get to work you lean on your hammer and smile at him. "My brother, though we are gathered here today to punish thee I will let you know, we forgive ya. Me and you. Motherfucking two sides of the same hateful coin motherfucker. You are just fucking straying from that holy light. But I am gonna fucking set your course all up and straight and good, just like a fucking shepard should. It's gonna be a fucking rough lesson. But if your ass is anything. I bet it's a quick learner."

| Eridan Pyrope |

His dissatisfaction is a little victory that doesn't even last nearly long enough, but is enough to warm you up a little, to help your legs feel a little less shaky. No, you're going to take your pride to your grave, no matter how much he tortures you.

Even though you would've very much liked to skip the torture part.

And as you're being more or less dragged (you're trying not to visibly fight against it, even if your feet start prickling again) time feels slow and every possible imaginable scenario rushes through your head. Every possible torture scene appears in front of your eyes, and yet what your mind pieces together as soon as you get to your observation deck isn't nearly as horrifying as this.

You fucking knew this pompous platform was a stupid idea. Curse you for being such a connoisseur that loves to watch landscapes.

Your expression did indeed turn a bit more serious at the painful realisation and the more it hits you that your fears are being confirmed, the more you finally can't stop yourself from shaking. You're done playing it cool, you're done with trying to control yourself. And it keeps hitting you more. And you're getting awfully quiet all of a sudden as Gamzee and his lackeys melt away and all that is left are your memories. And you slowly say goodbye to them.

And of course you wish you had another time. Another time experiencing lush forests to their fullest, being astounded how nature takes back what was stolen from it. Slow and patient and gentle, but never taking a break. You want another time looking up at the nightsky, waiting for a falling star, only to miss it and having to wait again. Watching it being so small and seemingly unimportant from your perspective, while from a different view it's a huge rock burning up before it could hit your planet. Wondering again how a change of perspective not only makes this falling star look like a catastrophe, but also how it can at the same time make your existence and your ambitions seem so minor. You want just one more time at a pond, at a lake, at a sea, at a body of water; realising how new life is sprouting out of nowhere. Feeling like maybe you can make something beautiful out of nothing, just like nature can. You want to read one more good book while background noises fade into a little melody in the back of your head and the rest is just occupied imagining the happenings, making the book come to life inside your mind. Being able to imagine about anything because you have seen so much in your life. You want to look through all the photos you have taken on your travels again and let them take you back to the past. Like travelling through time, just by yourself and only for yourself to enjoy. You want to write one last poem, having the inspiration and drive to write flow through your body again. Staying up long after sunrise to think of a fitting ending for it. Taking energy from nowhere, just for a little written piece of paper no one is going to see eventually.

But most of all you want to see Nepeta one last time. Burn that soft frown into memory, feeling victorious and proud when you can get just a little reaction out of her. You want one more reminder of her face before you forget what she looked like. Just one more time.

But your time is up. Your wishes come too late.

| Gamzee Vantas |

Part of you can tell that it's dawning on him now, more metaphorically than it will be literally in just a second. Makes you all warm and fuzzy to see someone have an ephiany like you did. To see the sad truths and brutal honesties what make up their fucked up sense of life and order thanks to this shitty world you all gotta be a part of. Makes you sad. Makes you sick. Makes you god fucking furious. Your men stand around the room and put on heavily tinted goggles, and you do the same, tugging the thick lenses over your eyes and snapping on the band that quickly gets swallowed up in your unmanaged mane of hair.

In silence you move behind him, dropping your hammer and put your hands on his shoulders, bow your head, shut your eyes, grit your teeth. Through them, you speak. "Brothers and sisters, here today we are going to fucking punish a collaborator with the system. And while we impart the righteous fury what this motherfucker deserves, keep in mind that he can't truly help it. Assholes a slave to his fucking whims, ambitions get him going real fucking hard like. Walking through this valley of ash and death, motherfuckers done let his eyes distract him from the suffering around him by the glittering fools gold what supports the ruin. As we send him off into the dark, so that he may never again behold the fucking righteous light with his own eye, let us PRAY for his very fucking soul."

An overwhelming quiet graces everyone. A few seconds more. Just enough for his eyes to get dry, you think. Just enough for him to need to blink. "Lets send this brother off with a good old fashioned hymn, children. No one should face the fucking radiance of gods light without a lil' pomp and circumstance. Especially not this fucker."

They all nod, and as you move towards the switch for the shutters, you all sing in a low, somber tone. This little light of mine. I'm gonna let it shine. This little light of mine. I'm gonna let it shine. Let it shine. Let it shine. Let it-

You press the button. Blinding light fills the room.

| Eridan Pyrope |

And you see the astounding landscape right in front of you for the last time. And you say goodbye to it. Really, not being able to blink ends up not being that much of a difficulty as you start tearing up; and they roll down your cheeks, bitter and unforgiving. Everything around you gets sucked up with white blinding light, too much for you to hold still. No, you're screaming even, partly out of pain but partly out of sheer frustration and despair. You know it's too late and yet you scream to make it stop, scream for forgiveness, just anything that would make Gamzee reconsider, even if you know he won't. Gamzee is a man who doesn't look back.

And for a while the light doesn't seem to stop until everything gets swallowed by the darkness. Not black darkness, just nothingness. That's when your voice dies down. No more noises anymore, just wide eyes and heavy breathing as more tears run down your face. Everything is lost.

Looks like you'll have to find a way to laugh this off too.

| Gamzee Vantas |

As the flash subsides again quiet rocks the space.

You press the button and the shutters close. You and your crew remove your goggles. You crouch down to get on eye level with your old friend. Not that it much matters anymore. "I hope you fucking learned a lesson here today. I hope you done seen the error of your ways. Cause it's gonna be the only thing you see again, less you go and buy yourself new fancy eyes like the quitter you is."

You reach up and quickly snap the tape off his eyes. Amble over and collect your hammer. Kick his chair over. "Don't you. Ever. Fuck with me again. We are brothers in arms, we gotta trust each other. And you ain't been honest. God hates liars, son."

You nod towards the exit and your followers, well, follow. "See you around, Pyrope. Try not to fuck up again."

| Eridan Pyrope |

You're quiet for the entire time he speaks to you; suddenly out of witty retorts or even anything to say, really. You're not even moving, grown stiff like a statue while your gaze goes into nothingness. Even when he kicks you over there's barely any reaction other than a small gasp when you hit the ground.

It takes a few minutes after they're gone until you realise what happened. And that's when you break apart. You start weeping and yelling in frustration - shouting and screaming until someone finally finds you and thank god it's your most trusted bodyguard Dahmbe. He's the closest thing to a friend you have; he's even like a brother to you. And thank fucking god it's him who enters the room because you wouldn't ever forgive yourself if anybody else saw you like this.

A small pathetic crying ball.

#ooc #((#closed rp #logs #religious themes tw #eye trauma tw #one of these days i'll finally kick off this blog #for real #))

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I feel like big good ol morality pure part of fandom does not get at all why people love Gamzee so much.

“There is another person who has addiction and abandonment problems and that is Roxy, why relate to Gamzee?”

Roxy never killed anyone, she hurt no one. Gamzee did! Gamzee threw himself into his religion, Gamzee did completely unthinkable things, Gamzee killed his friends, Gamzee put himself and his goals above everyone else.

Gamzee destroyed everything and he destroyed himself.

Combine it with people who abuse drugs, people who have been abused and neglected and their tendency to see themselves as monsters, you get people who love Gamzee because he is them at their worst. He is the nightmare self. He is the one who never recovers, who gets a moiral for two seconds and it does not stop his descent into darkness.

Who the fuck would you even identify with? Roxy who was a bad friend occassionally but still a pure cinnamon roll? Rose “I drink too much because of grief” Lalonde?

Gamzee is the one who was predestined to be evil. he was the one who gave himself up for the sake of religion. Who stopped being a person to become a tool. People say “oh, but don’t feel sorry for him, he chose it himself”. Well, pal, he chose WRONG. This is not happiness he chose for himself. He chose sacrifice and destruction. Destroying both self and others. He is the worst and he is in the worst place. But, hey, he made his choice to lose all agency and be god awful. That’s why he deserves it all I guess.

And isn’t that another thing that is so easy to relate to? Once you stop making your own decisions and be responsible for your own life, and instead decide to just further a goals of a higher entity everything changes. You bring forth something great. There is no more happiness for yourself, there is happiness for this something great. You can not die, the goal will live forever. You are no longer a person, so you can not die. You can’t be unhappy, since you are a tool.

This kind of loss of control after being unable to control your life is freeing.

When I was younger, I was both suicidal and very religious. Luckily, my religion was Christianity which meant I was dead set on sacrificing my life and happiness to make other people happy. (Y’know, instead of murdering people). But the good part about sacrifice was that then I would not have to TRY to be happy. I could just be unhappy forever but it would not matter. I would not make my own decisions, but become a nun and do what is written in the scripture. Whenever I felt alone, I could reach out to God and know that I am forever in his heart.

Gamzee made a very similar choice, but his religion was not Christianity. His religion was murderclowns and he had an epiphany, was enlightened and realized what his mission was. Which was, to kill people and destroy his friends in most vicious ways.

I understand him. I love him, because he held on to one thing that made sense in his life and no amount of help from his friends was enough. He’s a screw-up on a massive scale. He did not only screw up his life, but destroyed it for everyone else too. That is what is both terrifying and relatable. Because when you have been in a bad place for so long you carry it around and you keep spreading it. It feels like you are making everything worse for everyone. You are not a good friend, not a good anything. Unlike Rose, unlike Roxy, unlike Calliope. They are heroes, at the end.

With Gamzee it feels like... would anyone love you if you were not a good person? If you really did nothing better for anyone but instead only made things worse? When you would never recover at all?

There is a reason why people like me love Gamzee. Exactly because he is not redeemable, but we wish he was. I love him, because I would hate people to give up on me like on him. Even if I was a massive shithead with dickbag qualities. Especially then, actually.

#sonntam talks #homestuck #gamzee

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Love and some Verses

Title: Love and some Verses Ship: Gamzee Makara ♥ Tavros Nitram, (a ton of) Other Characters & Ships Chapter: 1/? (i’m solely going to post the first one on tumblr) AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10519707/chapters/23220186

Your name is Gamzee Makara and... You look up from your stencil, chewing on your favourite pencil, your dark, hazel eyes annoyed at your black haired friend and her shorter, blonde partner.

"Motherfuck. Rose colored roses. Where's that all up and coming from?"

"Gamz, I think it is pretty obvious where that is coming from," Kanaya replied, giving the girl standing right next to her a heart-warming smile.

The tall woman thrusts her phone in front of your pale skinned face, with a small, slightly pixelated picture of the flowers showing on the screen. Clicking your tongue in annoyance, you grab the phone, leaning back in your worn, creaky chair and study the roses as you just lit up a cigarette. You turn the huge smartphone, trying to zoom in the photograph which only blurs and pixelates even more.

"This picture motherfuckin' sucks. I can't draw anything with this fucking lack of detail," you exclaim, letting out a loud and exasperated sigh.

Kanaya's narrowing her eyes at you, fingers curled up in her green-colored bangs, letting out a sharp breath, "Look. I know it may not be a picture of high quality and I deepy apologize for that, but you will do this for me, Gamzee. I want that rose-tattoo, or else, I may hunt you with a chainsaw."

"Woah, shit. Relax, Kan. I didn’t say I wouldn't. I only said that picture motherfuckin' sucks. I need something with more detail, 's all. God dammit."

"Excellent. You will figure something out, I am sure you will. Rose and I need to go now, though. We have an appointment with the wedding planner, and later we will have dinner with John and Jade," she smiles deviously, rushes to the front door of the tattoo studio and leaves with a short, half-hearted wave.

Rose only following her fiancée in slow steps, "Sorry, Gamz. She is a bit stressed out, lately. The wedding and all. She really meant no offense."

"None taken, Sis, even tho she's a piece of work. Have all the miracles today, okay ?", you smile at her, all forgiving, trying to hide your annoyance.

She smiles back at you, all wide and happy, "Thank you ! .. By the way," she starts, pointing towards the big window in the front of your studio, "There is a small flower-shop across the street, if that's of any interest in that matter," as she was waving good-bye at you and steps out of the door aswell, following her beloved to the car parking infront of the tattoo-studio, and with that, the girlfriends are gone.

Growling in annoyance again and letting out a huge sigh, you lean back in your chair, focusing on the sketch-block again, needing to finish the last details on a tattoo for a client, that was arriving in about an hour. You soon lost focus though, and began to stare through the big window absent-mindedly, wondering if the flower shop could provide Kanya's flowers. A real one would be perfect, for detail and every possible angle. Any rose would do, but a rose-colored one would be ideal. How expensive would flowers even be ? Now you would have to pay for a flower, only to design one of your godly tattoos for one of your best friends, you wouldn't get paid for. That definitely would have to count as your wedding present ! At least you hopes it does. Rubbing your black curls, you shake your head violently, needing to push the new tattoo idea away. You need to finish up the current project on the paper in front of you, the piece bigger than average by far, meant as full sleve-tattoo just like you got one yourself. Just yours is more gorgeous by far. This piece is going to consume your time for the rest of the day until closing time, assuming that the client could handle a long session with no need to cancel it early on. (The doubt is on your side with this one though.)

But only then, maybe tomorrow, you could go and check out the flower store for said motherfucking flower.

Your name is Tavros Nitram and you are ready for the day. You entered the small store early this day, the air that's smelling like rainbows fills your lungs immediately and pulls a small smile from your lips. You do love your work at the store. You love the scent, and you love the colors, and you just really like flowers. You usually only works part-time, but since you're currently on your semester break, you switched to full-time for the rest of vacation. You always liked mother nature in all it's ways, that's why you decided to go to university to become a veterinarian in the first place, and thus you really enjoyed every day you were working in the little flower-shop.

You could also use the additional money, a students life ain't a cheap one, granted. You turn on the lights and prepare to open up the store within the next hour with a big yawn.

You were tired. You had talked with one of your best friends on the phone for too long last night, the older and taller one trying to convince you to join him going to some weird convention about robotics, again. The last time wasn't all too great already. There were some things that definitely were cool. But overall, you were just bored, sighted in annoyance and greatly disliked the hole convention, not really being into technology. Everything that's beyond a TV, a smartphone, a laptop and maybe a gaming-console exceeds itself from your comprehension. You had a hard time talking yourself out of that trip, but in the end you could convince him to take Nepeta with him instead. She was his number one best friend - even though the age-gap between them was ridiculous, him being 30 and her being 19 - but you wouldn't judge. Friendship knows no age, after all. She also was more into his technology-stuff than you were, more into any of his stuff to be honest. You two had very different opinions in general, and even though you disliked when you and your friends (general speaking!) disagreed on things, it happened more often than not. Shaking your head, forcing the thoughts of Equius away, you went to put your stuff away behind the counter and grabbed your bright orange apron, pulling it over your head, always cautious not to ruin your dark-brown mohawk. Keeping it in place took a lot of effort - and hairspray - and you wouldn't like it if you ruined it by accident.

You decided to start to refill your water sprayer and your watering can, first. Then you gradually worked around the shop, moving from one plant to the next. You let your strong, long fingers gently caress the flower petals of each pot, smiling and whispering to them, humming them sweet little melodies as you groomed and watered them sufficiently. You knew you looked kinda out of place. You were tall and dark-skinned, muscled, had broad shoulders and big hands, your body not really built for being a florist - with all those fragile pots and plants, but you loved everything about the place and you couldn't help but smile and just feel happy, as off as it may sound.

You already started working at the flower shop 10 years ago, when your were only 15, to make some extra pocket money. Your dad tried to provide you what you needed, but you were out with your friends a lot, and your appetite was huge. You felt bad at taking your dad's hard earned money so casually. You had a black hole in your stomach, after all, that's what all your friends used to say, anyway. You took double, or even triple the amount they would get. But you were atheletic ever since, and sports just makes you hungry. Instead of eating less, because why would you pffff, you had decided to find a job, work a little and eat just the same as ever, a win-win situation. You had just accidentally got your job in the little shop when you were walking by one day and grabbed a heavy pot from the oldish owner as he had nearly dropped it. You had helped him out for a few hours, had a very nice and comforting chat and in the end, he offered you the part-time job and you gladly accepted upon thanking the old guy. After that it had all gone downhill as you had realized you truly loved taking care of all the colorful, little plants at the shop, your mind absorbing the different types of flowers and the care they required pretty quickly, something that barely ever happened in school, even though you have been interested in biology before. (You still tried to do good with all your grades, your goal was to become a veterinarian ever since your were a little kid.) As the owner of the shop passed away - shortly after you entered university - and his daughter Terezi started to run the buisness, she decided that she would gladly keep you as her florist since you were a great help and knew everything that needed to be done. You helped her run the place ever since, you two became good friends even and now, with the hard work from the both of you, your shop was rated the top privately owned flower shop in the whole city. You two were pretty damn proud, even though you didn't own the place. It was a good feeling that all your efforts showed great results.

After you are done watering all the plants, you open the register, checking through orders and deliveries for the day. You suddenly hear a light knock on the glass door. You check your watch and frown, the shop not opening for another 25 minutes. Normally, you would refuse to open, but as the knocking came harder and louder, you were actually starting to worry whoever was there was going to crack the glass. What if someone was in need of actual help .. ? Sighing in annoyance you walk around the counter, head to the front door, unlocking and pulling it open.

"Uh..Good morning ? Can I help you ?"

#my writing #homestuck #gamtav #fanfiction #gamzee makara #tavros nitram #eridan amora #terezi pyrope #rose lalonde #kanaya maryam #blabla #too much to add #better hit it up on AO3 #you'll get nitification of upcoming chaps tho i guess #LasV

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Nora Reads HS Part 67

Pages 6094-6153

Heya, guys. I’m working on some hectic personal projects at the moment that are eating up a lot of my free time, but I’m on a staycation today and have decided to devote it to Homestuck! So, last time we got a closer look at young Mom, a.k.a. LittleLonde, and learned that Bro’s auto responder isn’t just a glorified answering machine, but a shades-dwelling AI with a level of intelligence seemingly on par with a human’s. We were also treated to the hilarious revelation that LittleLonde’s chat style is more like Dave’s than Rose’s, and Bro’s (or at least the responder’s) style is more like Rose’s than Dave’s. Will the two of them share other similarities with their opposing ectobiological offspring? Will Bro like knitting, in addition to making weird robots, and LittleLonde enjoy laying down some choice rhymes? And what on earth is the Condesce up to?

Let’s find out!

*click*

Jake: Exit.

...Aaaaaand it’s another character select screen! And I still can’t click on LittleLonde or Bro, rrghh. I guess I’ll click on Jane first, as much as I want to know more about Jake’s merciless stalkerbot.

But if you've been her already, there's really no point to this thing anymore. Time to move on.

...Oh. Wow dang, I’m dumb. OK THEN, MOVING ON.

Michael Cera??? Is this because of that poster in John’s house that kind of looked like... Hussie, you beautiful motherfucker. On the other side of the hall, we’ve got a Bing Crosby instead of a harlequin. So this is what the Crockbert decor looks like without the influence of Gamzee’s chucklevoodoos.

You are suddenly Jane again. Or, you suddenly keep being Jane. Who can say for sure???

Maybe next time I’ll be paying enough attention that I don’t keep cycling back through the same character select pages. :|a

Hopefully your dad is still out back washing the car. Ideally this is one of his legendary infinite car washes. What can you say? Dad fancies his automotive ablutions.

Both Dad’s and adult!Dave’s water bills must be outrageous. Luckily they’ve probably got assloads of money to cover it.

...Wait a sec, since Jane’s dad is alive, why isn’t HE the heir to Crockercorp?? Unless it can only pass down to females, who have to take up the mantle of Betty Crocker?

You slip the HALLWAY CERA a furtive wink for good luck.

Ahahaha.

Just one of your dad's bland HALLWAY DOUCHEBAGS.

FUCK I JUST SPIT WATER EVERYWHERE

Another example of his cornball dad tastes, which make you roll your eyes and shrug. Still, it's preferable to how it used to be. Years ago he would work really hard to mimic your interests throughout the household. Gaudy paintings of sitcom legends covering the walls, hideous detective figurines littered everywhere. You think it's better that he embrace his own interests rather than try to pander to yours.

Huh, that’s interesting. Could it also have been the case with Rose’s mom that she was trying to connect with her through sharing the same interests? Or is this simply meant to tell us that Dad is so much of a non-person that he automatically reflects the interests of whatever kid he’s got under his roof?

It felt a bit forced, and your early teen years were filled with daily rounds of familial STRIFE. Not so much anymore. Now whenever there is a father-daughter disagreement, you settle things in an adult fashion by being honest about your feelings and talking it through,

Ah, good! Hopefully this means LittleLonde and Bro will have less enmity toward their guardians than Rose and Dave.

and also by sneaking around the house in silly disguises.

Pfffff.

Jane: Take a peek into living room.

JOOOHN, NOOOOOOOOOO, WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DIIIIIIIIE???

Ahem. Who’s that douchebag in the pork pie hat on the left? Fred Astaire maybe?

There's a familiar face. A friendly face. Old poppop Crocker, smiling from beyond. Your dad sure misses him. He doesn't like to talk about the day he died. Some incident involving a tall bookshelf, a ladder, and a mysterious young woman in a suspicious looking hat. You have often fantasized about putting on your dirty old fedora and your Frenchest looking mustache to go tracking down this felonious broad and bring her to justice. But your dad always says best to let sleeping dogs lie.

Oh jeez. What will she do when she realizes the felonious broad is none other than herself?? >:O

There's some other plucky looking tool there next to him. Dunno who that guy is.

Yeah, I can’t really tell.

I WARNED YOU ABOUT ASTAIRES, BRO.

You were afraid this might be the case. Your dad has blocked the front door with the REFRIGERATOR. Looks like he's taking the grounding seriously this time.

Holy shit, Dad, overboard much. How the heck is LittleLonde supposed to put the cruxtruder there if the fridge is in the way??

You aren't about to go smashing glass and making a ruckus though. You'll need a solution involving more stealth. You guess you have a plan in mind as a last resort, but you'd rather it not come to that.

> Jane: Consult with poppop.

...Um??? What is an urn of ashes supposed to do, other than get toppled at the most hilarious and inopportune moment?

OH GOD OH NO, OH NOOOOOOOOOOO. So apparently Dad’s taken a page out of Jade/Grandpa’s book and had John stuffed. What do you want to bet he stipulated in his will that if he were preserved, his descendants had to do hilarious things with the corpse?

...Also, if he died the same fiery, explosive death Nanna did, how is there enough left of him to stuff?

It practically went without saying your dad keeps poppop stuffed and mounted in front of the fireplace, as is the family tradition. Poppop grew up with his legendary humorist grandfather stuffed in front of the fireplace, and so did his grandfather. This was stipulated firmly in the will, at the end of a long list of joke stipulations. (Dad knew this was a real stipulation though.)

Ahahaha, almost right on the money. So John lived with a stuffed Colonel Sassacre, but who did Colonel Sassacre have stuffed in front of his fireplace?

You always did find it a little macabre though, trying to watch tv and eat dinner on the couch with a dead old man standing about five feet away. You'd honestly prefer he not be kept here in the living room. Sometimes you tell dad you really want poppop in the attic. He says the mere fact you call it that tells him you're not ready.

The mere fact that she calls what what? That she calls the attic an attic? What else is she supposed to call it; the super-hive storage compartment??

What's that, poppop? It seems he's concerned that you may not be properly equipped. You prove to him that you indeed had no intention of leaving the house without your trusty joke book.

Oh wow. So if I’ve got the timeline right (and I’m not overly sure that I do), the Sassacre’s John is holding is the same one that actually went through the game with him, and not just the one that got sent down on the meteor with him. The meteor Sassacre’s was much cleaner and wasn’t yet covered in oil.

Hah, fun call back!

YES, I am going out with this book! No, I will not go get an unabridged copy! No, I will not take yours! I can hardly even lift it! Oh, that is so preposterous. Do you even hear what you're saying? I will be fine! This is a perfectly funny book and it contains many incredibly funny jokes! Oh, will you just stop it. I am going now. Good day!!! >:B!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

With a passive-aggressive smiley to top it off. >:B

OH DEAR GOD.

You just remembered something your alien friend said about the big old book downstairs, and trusting words written by your own hand.

My god, that thing looks like shit. How many trips has the poor book taken by now? How is it not falling apart??

Uh, whoops. Sorry, poppop.

Yeah, “”whoops””.

> Jane: Retrieve arm.

This may be the very first time this command was actually 100% literal, and it’s beautiful.

Looks like it got used to wipe an ogre’s ass.

Is your friend suggesting that you were the one who wrote this inscription? You find that idea a bit hard to swallow. Still, your friends are always babbling about time travel...

Friends, plural? Just how much do Bro and LittleLonde know about the game??

You always thought this inscription was written to your poppop by his nanna, who was your great great grandmother, founder of the corporation you'll inherit in a few years.

Hah, that’s a laugh.

In any case, this message to poppop from his sweet old nanna is the best evidence you have to dispute all this evil batterwitch nonsense. She clearly cared for her grandson very much, and would never start a company responsible for the things it's accused of, let alone be alive today to perpetrate them. But then, what if she wasn't the one who wrote it? This thought makes you very nervous.

What if, indeed? Oh lawd, is she going to have one of those heroic BSOD moments John is prone to at the slightest revelation?

You suddenly remember your dream. What did it mean? You should talk to Jake about all this.

YES. YES, GOOD. *rubs hands together furiously*

Oh god, they’re both gonna get brainjacked, aren’t they.

GG: J, how goes the bunnyquest?

No need to be coy, Harley Quinn, we already know his name!

GG: What is it that has you hamstrung? Did you ever track down the slippery Mr. Strider?

And now I’m picturing young Bro slathered in Crisco. Great.

GT: Not exactly. GT: His stupid doppelglasses have set me on a wild goose chase to go pry his dumb robots chest open and swipe its uranium. GG: Sounds dangerous! GT: No shit. GT: I think id rather deal with the monsters.

With... the... what now?? I don’t remember the island having anything living on it besides Jade and Bec. ...We haven’t seen Bec, I presume, because he’s not the First Guardian anymore. So who raised him after Jade died??

GG: Why is it that our two best friends in the world always seem to place themselves at the source of all our problems, while simultaneously presenting their only solutions?

The M.O. of many a movie villain, just waiting in the wings with their million-dollar wonder drug or superhero-killing ammunition. Hmmm...

GG: I'm debating whether or not to enlist his help in the matter of my current imprisonment. But I'd rather keep it as a plan of last resort. GT: Dont do it jane its a trap!!!

Two questions here: how is Bro going to help, and how/why would it be a trap?

GG: Right. Well, not to keep you too long, since we both still have our missions ahead of us, but I wanted to tell you about that dream I had. GT: Oh yeah! GT: I was curious about that. Tell me everything and make it snappy!

I guess the ‘shitknickers’ is implied. Is she going to start her story with “It seems”?

GG: Ok, but, I should say that the nature of the dream was a bit worrisome. GG: And I'm concerned it may have implications for the game we're about to play. GG: So it's probably best that I tell you about it before you leave.

Oh jeez. What exactly did she see?

D’aww, how cute! I love the Prospit dreamers’ dresses.

GG: I woke up on the planet which we have been told about by our mutual acquaintance. GG: The one covered in golden cities. Prospit, remember? GT: Oh. Wouldnt it be prospits moon? GG: Yes, you're right. It was the moon, actually. I could see the planet on the dark horizon.

Wow, not only do LittleLonde, Bro, and mystery!troll know more than they should, but even Jane and Jake are familiar with the game’s constructs.

GG: Are you sure you haven't woken up there before? GT: Haha i WISH. GT: I have received reports from jade about this as well. She liked to talk about her dreams on prospits moon a lot. GG: I see. The impression I have developed is that this is supposed to be a real place, and all who dream there have shared experiences. GG: Did Jade ever mention seeing us there? GT: No but why would she? This was long before we were born! She was dreaming there like a hundred years ago or something.

Are you sure?

GASP! Those Prospitians are all naked!! Is that what they look like before prototyping occurs?

GG: I explored the moon, and began to notice people gathering in the streets. GG: But they weren't human. They were funny looking, perfectly white creatures. GT: Yeah those are prospitians. GT: They have these hard carapace shells and also have something to do with chess i think?

Well at least we don’t have to endure everything getting explained in excruciating detail all over again.

...WAIT DON’T FUCKING TELL ME MYSTERY!TROLL IS GOING TO GIVE ANOTHER SPIEL ON TROLL ROMANCE.

GG: Well, I don't know if they had much to do with chess here. GG: The more closely I observed, the more they appeared somewhat despondent. GT: Like... GT: Sad? GG: Yes. GG: I determined they were in mourning, actually.

Oh, shit. There’s only three people I can think of that they might have been mourning, and none of them is a good person to have die before the game even fucking starts.

GT: Hey. GT: Jane you said i was in this dream. Where do i come in? GG: Shoosh! I'm getting there.

OH FUCK.

Ah okay, so they are wearing clothes, just boring monochromatic ones.

GG: More and more Prospitians were filing out of the buildings every moment. GG: They all began to form a single, major procession. GG: When I got closer, I could see that some were in tears. GG: I realized this was a funeral.

If it’s not for the White King or Queen, then...

GG: I heard whispers, but couldn't make out what they were saying, so I got closer. GG: They were all saying the same thing, over and over.

All work and no play makes... Jack... an omnipotent god dog?

GG: "The Page is dead." GG: "Our hope is lost."

OH NOOOOOOO! How the heck is he ever going to go god tier?? :’(

GT: The page? GT: Whos that?

It’s you, Jake. :’( :’( :’(

GG: Jake. GG: The Page was you.

A beautiful image, and somber words, made only slightly more humorous by the fact that they echo Toby Fox’s illicit masterpiece.

GT: Oh. GT: Drat.

About as expressive as Dave’s ‘welp’.

GT: Are you sure?

Are you sure? Are you sure? Are you sure? Are you sure? Are you sure? Are you sure? Are you sure? Are you sure? Are you sure? Are you sure?

GG: Yes, I saw your body lying in a sort of coffin, on a bed of flowers. You were dead as a doornail.

If he were actually named Jake (Jacob) Harley, that would have been quite clever. Ah well, near miss.

GG: Everyone was so distraught! GG: Including me. :(

Awww. Either they’re totally destined for each other, or... well, we’ll see. I ship it, I guess.

GG: I hope I'm not too late to "warn" you, though to be frank I don't have the foggiest clue what it is I'm warning you about. GG: "Dear Jake, oh please do try not to... have already... died in my dream? Likely while you were sleeping, perhaps peacefully?"

Yeah, you’re a little late on that one. Unless we missed something about this all being in one of Skaia’s dream clouds... in which case it would inevitably happen anyway. Gosh, this is bad!! We know there’s an alternate way to get to the god tiers in the form of the quest slabs at the center of Prospit/Derse, but the few times we saw that in action, it was the players’ dream selves that died on them.

...Come to think of it, why not use the quest slab for a funeral bier instead of the coffin? It might have made for a far more interesting and, uh, lively funeral.

GT: And um same goes for you about being careful what with these various rogues accosting you with foul play lately and whatnot...

Rogue... player class? Eh, could be reaching.

GG: Now let's get this silly old adventure off to the races before the coat of dust it's growing gets any thicker.

Coat of dust? A coat antithetical to Lord English’s technicolor dreamcoat?

> Jake: Get silly old adventure off to the races.

And it looks like we’re Jake again!

He’s wearing cleats? How fucking dorky. Now PLEASE don’t fake us out the second he steps outside, unless it’s to show us LittleLonde or Bro. I could live with that.

Ok, something REALLY weird is going on here, and I don’t just mean the pumpkins. That doesn’t look like Jade’s house as I’m used to seeing it. It looks like... the arm that connects the bedroom to the main body of the house broke off? What’s the deal??

SHIT, I was right. And not only are there a metric fuckton of pumpkin vines, but also... a whole forest? I don’t remember seeing a single tree on Jade’s island. So things post-Scratch are different, in ways that aren’t yet quite clear. What was the catalyst for change?

Although these pumpkin vines are amazingly prolific, every morning when you leave your bedroom, you'd swear half the pumpkins vanished over night. It's probably just the FAUNA eating them. Not that it matters, because they keep growing right back.

Are these ‘fauna’ the monsters he was talking about with Jane? Did Jade have a whole safari imported or something?

It wasn't always overgrown like this. When you first discovered the TRANSMATERIALIZER, you started messing around with it haphazardly. You kept appearifying pumpkins from somewhere.

OH MY FUCKING GOD IT WAS JAKE ALL ALONG. And Jade never knew, did she?? That’s fucking priceless.

It was just pumpkin after pumpkin, until one time a copy of the bunny you inherited from grandma showed up, much less old and tattered of course.

Aha, so that’s how their communication started! And presumably also how he had two versions of the bunny, one to give to John, and the other to send to Jane. One question down, 99 million to go.

You brought all the surplus pumpkins home and left them lying about. Then the seeds sprouted and started growing out of control. You guess that's what happens when you introduce nonindigenous FLORA into the wilderness.

Ok but pumpkins don’t grow on trees, so that still doesn’t explain the forWHOA WHAT THE SHIT IS THAT IN THE BACKGROUND??

“”FAUNA””?????

KARKAT’S LUSUS???????

HOW THE FUCK

DID THAT EVEN GET THERE, I DON’T KNOW

> Jake: Be completely oblivious to thing in background.

Hah, that almost sounds like a user submitted request.

You successfully fail to notice it.

Pfffahahaha.

Wait notice what? You don't even know what we're talking about here. But it doesn't matter for now because suddenly a wild chum assails you with banter!!!

Woo, more LittleLonde!! Yes, yes, I am ok with this.

Oh my god, it IS Karkat’s lusus, except horrifyingly even bigger. And it looks like it’s got it out for Jake...

TG: holy shit jaaaje TG: lol *k

Jaje. Yes. Totally should have been his name.

GT: Howdy! GT: What is all this commotion about? TG: nothin TG: just your basic run o the mill holy shit TG: and also TG: hi

OH MY FUCKING GOD SHE’S ADORABLE. I haven’t even known her that long, but she’s quickly rocketing up my favorites list. I’ll have to do a recap of the list when I’m done with this Act Act.

TG: also TG: want 2 know TG: what do you want for ur wigglin day

Awww, that’s cute too. Did she pick up that term from mystery!troll?

GT: Im not really abreast of the raddest jargon that the cool kids toss about these days. GT: Maybe because i live alone on an island? I dont know but in any case are you referring to my upcoming birthday? TG: ys GT: I see. Very thoughtful of you to consider so early! GT: I dont wager i could advise with much specificity but i can all but assure you i will find any gesture of yours to be totally capital! TG: eeaauuuuurghh you are so fuckin adorable

NO U.

GT: Um... *wrings at kerchief with perspiring mitts* TG: YOINK nabs kerfief an stops RPing for rest of chat

Ahahaha, shut the fuck down.

TG: i wouldnt get the chance TG: unless we play this game like a bunch ofsuckers obviously

*[S] Cascade flashbacks*

TG: if you want 2 know what i think.......... GT: Yes? TG: do ya? GT: I do want to know what you think! GT: I always want to know. Because you are always smart and sassy.

Truth.

TG: i really dont think we should GT: Should what now? TG: play the game GT: Why not? TG: the barnoness wants us to TG: * baroness TG: i dont know why TG: everything i know about it says it should be a good game and real important and itll let us all get togehter and do somethin great and be besf friends for maybe eternity? TG: but she took all that and twisted it somehow

On the one hand, I know that they really do have to play for the story to go anywhere, but on the other, if the drunken Cassandra gets a bad feeling about it, you know shit’s gonna go wrong.

TG: all i know is shes banking on us doing this and if she needs us to do this than its got to be to make somethin fucking hoorible happen TG: * horbible TG: * whore bible TG: ^ bullseye

PLEASE CAN I JUST MARRY HER???

GT: Well... GT: Whore bibles notwithstanding i have it on terrific authority that playing this game will be incredibly important! GT: So perhaps youre right maybe we are part of her evil plan? But does that also necessarily rule out that good will come of it? TG: i guess not TG: i just have a bad feelin

...Aaaand she said the words, so it’s pretty much guaranteed. But Jake’s not wrong, in any case; some good will come out of it by the end. I hope.

TG: maybay im just like this nutty ass bitsh twirling yarn from a shitwizards nappy brown beard but i cant bring myself to trust a cake sellin genocidal alien overlard sea queen TG: * overl... TG: n/m that santence chx out GT: Agreed. :D

ALRIGHT, that’s it, I’m setting a date. You’re all invited to our wedding this upcoming 4/13.

TG: so what is the itinerary again GT: Intinerwhosit? TG: regarding the game TG: whosplaying in what order etc GT: Oh. Is there such an itinerary? TG: yeah i think so i think its going like TG: i start with jane and bring her in the session TG: then ds brings me in and you bring him in and them jane does you and closes the loop

That makes sense, although if we go the way of the pre-Scratch session, “”DS”” will be serving more than one player. Ugh, ENOUGH with this initial shit, JUST GIVE ME THE D!!!

...Ahem.

GT: Where are you getting this intel? Did you guys make a plan or something? TG: nah dont wory about it

From mystery!troll, I guess. Though for all her talk of causal spoilers, she sure has imparted just about everything ‘nonessential’ down to the finest detail.

GT: Ooh, these illicit hacked warez which i heartell were recently jimmied piping hot off the interclouds? TG: ahahah i love that you were barely even joking with that statement bup yeah basically GT: The silicon pickpocket strikes again!!! Whom is the wiser? Nobody. TG: ffffffffff <3

FUCK I love these kids. Almost makes it acceptable that I’m probably not going to see the original human kids for a while yet.

TG: k ill send it but GT: Yeah? TG: jake GT: What? TG: jjjjjaaake GT: !!!!!? TG: youre wearin one of ur dumb computers now arent you GT: Uh... TG: you are all thinktyping at me right now while wearing something rudiculous TG: * RUDEdiculous (hi five 2 self) GT: Hogswallop! Why would you even think that? GT: Thats so stupid.

Eeeeee, call back! Also, is it totally pathetic of me that I fucking teared up laughing rereading John and Rose’s banter? I LOVE ALL THESE KIDS SO MUCH.

W’uh oh. I’d bet that’s not just a friendly tap on the shoulder inbound.

TG: im not letting either of you run this file on your shitty brainwashy propaganda helmets or anything else u got to wear to run TG: tis my one condition

YES, AND A GOOD AND REASONABLE ONE, TOO. Listen to the drunk, Jake!!

GT: Then you have decided to play in spite of your reservations? TG: i dunno i guess GT: Bravo! TG: dont all bravo @ me man youre just bravoing a big ass shrug TG: i mean maybe TG: i have every reason to want to play it TG: im actually dying to play it ok

Well fuck, I hope that’s not foreshadowing. Of course, the chances of that being true are like, infinitesimal.

TG: ahh CHRIST waht a geneltman TG: *fixfix

Huh, this must be awful to read for dyslexics.

TG: but thats the thing with you TG: you belvieve in people and also the things they tell you TG: jane never believed my crap TG: never any of my warnings about the baroness TG: didnt believe any of the stuff about my mom TG: and so on and so on and soon

Makes sense, since he’s a Page of Hope!

TG: til after awhile i just stopped even trying to convince her hard or bring up any crazy shit TG: because u know doing a lot of songs and dances to convince somebody who thinks youre jush shitting them all the time kind of wears on a friendship TG: and who even needs that

Awww, that’s actually super sad. I know how frustrating it is when you need somebody to believe you, and they don’t, or they refuse. It’s pretty terrible.

TG: but you believe in stuff TG: probbly because the more crazy fake shit you believe in the more open the world gets and the more chance there is for adventures being real right GT: Right o! If a man believes hard enough in imaginary things then i dare say that makes them slightly less fake!

The power of a Page of Hope, I presume? I wonder if we’ll see this in action! It could have some great applications in-game.

TG: its one of those things jane likes about u so much GT: It is? TG: which TG: errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr im not supposed to talk about 2 u evr so nm GT: Talk about what? TG: nope GT: You mean how um... GT: Well a way in which i suppose... TG: no nope GT: Jane is prone to looking upon me with what i fathom to be more than just friendly affection?

OH NOOOOOO. Cat’s out of the bag, I guess! How will he react? Did he already have an inkling, or is this a surprise? And does he like Jane baaaaack?

TG: nope nope nope nope nope nope TG: hey look who didnt say nothin about that why it is this silly fuckin drunk girl over here

YOU’RE NOT HELPING YOUR CASE, LITTLELONDE.

GT: Its a tricky issue. And you know i adore jane and please dont think i havent given some thought to... GT: Well that angle on our relationship i guess.

Oh jeez, I’m sensing a ‘but’.

GT: Oh. Yeah i can see the dilemma this causes for your friendship with her. GT: Ill drop it. TG: whew TG: ok ont this topic TG: i am now an forever TG: miss zupperlips TG: * zupperlups TG: * ziperlups TG: sjkhfskjf TG: * MISS ZUIPPERPIPS TG: fuck TG: k this is me 4 futref TG: ZIIIIIIIP TG: ^+++++++^

I, NORA, DO THEE WED, ET CETERA ET CETERA

...Shit I don’t even know her name.

GT: Haha oh my. GT: Nothing is escaping that lovely ladys whistlemaker! Its shut tight as a drum!! TG: mmmmrrmmmnnmmm GT: Whoa wait i hope that didnt sound dirty...

Well it didn’t until you said something, JAKE.

GT: If in the future i would like to bring up certain topics completely unsolicited by one who may be sworn to secrecy on those very matters... GT: And im in need of i guess neutral and totally non compromising advice from a friend do you think that miss zuipperpips might unseal those scandalous metal choppers for a bit? GT: Fuck that also sounded kinda dirty!!! God dammit. TG: rm TG: unzip yeah of course TG: im totals your bee eff effsy jake TG: i am like TG: AT PEACE with that reality fromerly known as a raw fuckin deal for what avenues it closes betewen u and i that bein your bffsy has got to mean but yeah

GT: Wait what? TG: i am just chill as fuck about being a pale friend to all varieties of cute and eligible as hell peeps TG: do you see my shoulder and how it says hey friend plz deposit tears here? TG: that is a LEGIT invite and is like sincere as fuckin BANANAS

Ok so I’m laughing at this, but at the same time, that’s another troll concept she has no business knowing about. Damn, I wonder how the story would have gone if the original four kids had been as friendly with the trolls as these kids are. Would have saved a ton of time, I bet.

GT: Oh. Im sure it is but i dunno how much crying im going to be doing... GT: Probably none i think.

Pfffahaha.

TG: up to his neck in TG: all the wopes TG: * woes GT: Nah its cool. TG: speaking of which TG: i heard hes making u track down his roboself TG: to kill it or something for uranimum

So... she used ‘speaking of which’ to bridge a conversation about people liking Jake to talking about Bro without even mentioning him by name. I guess that means everybody really DOES want the English booty.

GT: Sigh... TG: and TG: the AR disabled the novice setting??? GT: Yes. TG: hahahahahahhahahahshshshjsjsj TG: *hahaha TG: u r so fucked

I know it’s getting redundant, but AHAHA I LOVE HER.

GT: I was actually just getting all of my final affairs in order when you messaged me. GT: I was to bequeath to you all my WAB posters. TG: wab wut GT: Weekend at bernies dammit!!!!!! TG: oh fuck yeay TG: im always in need of something to put under my cats shit box

HEEEEEEEEE.

TG: ok tell you what TG: as an early wigglin day thing u know what ill do GT: I still dont really get the wiggling thing but no what? TG: ill enable the brobots novice setting again for you GT: Wow... GT: Thanks i think???

How the heck is she going to do that? Convince the auto responder? Or is she really as technically inclined as she jokes about being?

Look, LOOK, IT’S EVEN GRUMBLING IN KARKAT GRAY.

It is time to get DEAD SERIOUS about hunting down a robot that looks exactly like your best friend, destroy it with your guns somehow, and steal its uranimum.

Well, it’s a little disturbing when you put it like that. Somehow I didn’t realize that the robot actually really looks like Bro...?

You totally forgot about the FRIGHTENING FAUNA on this island, and its regrettable REALNESS ATTRIBUTE.

OH M YGOD, HIS FUCKING BEDSHEETS. I HAD THE CLUE RIGHT THERE AND I MISSED IT.

> Jake: Turn around.

I smell another psyche or a character select screen...

WHOA OR NOT. WOW THAT THING IS HUGE.

> [S??????] ==>

Hmm, that’s new. *click*

...Eh? It’s just a static gif page. Is this a call back to Karkat not having an actual strife flash?

You leap into the tropical island fray in an attempt to violently pacify the gigantic Earth crabdad.

CRABDAD. CANON. And it’s not even that far out of the realm of reason for a non-troll to call it that, like how weirdo Yankees call crawfish ‘crawdads’. Also, that’s NOT the correct method for shoosh-papping, Jake.

What is he even doing here? The question doesn't even occur to you. The island has been crawling with these things for as long as you can remember.

HMMM. So... LittleLonde is spouting troll slang, and Jake’s island has Alternian lususes (lusii?) all over it. HIC is pretty much fucking guaranteed to be Earth’s new First Guardian.

You glance at the crudely rendered battle, direct your browser to the HOMESTUCK BANDCAMP PAGE, and browse for suitable battle music. Oh god, there are so many songs. Which one would be a good fit for this duel? Wait, yes, there's one. That's perfect. You hit play, close your eyes, and become lost in visions of gnashing crustacean carapace, smoking M9 casings, and Jake doing that thing where he flies through the air shooting two guns at once. Yes, so awesome.

Ahahaha, totally a call back. I’m not clicking that link, though, because it looks like it goes to the Bandcamp’s main page.

You do the thing where you fly through the air shooting two guns at once. That thing isn't even that big of a deal for you. You do that thing practically every day on hellmurder island. Your furious salvo of deadly bullets scares the FRIGHTENING FAUNA off into the jungle, REALNESS ATTRIBUTE and all.

That, or it’s just running away from an even bigger monster, like in that stupid fucking scene from Episode I.

...OR IT’S RUNNING AWAY FROM TINKERBULL. :D :D :D

Another triumph for adventure. Time to blow the smoke off your berettas and saunter off into the... whoa not so fast! Behind you, Jake!!!

What’s it gonna do, make him sneeze with its tinkerdust??

AH HA. GOT YOU YOU SON OF A, SHIT, WAIT.

WHAT????

NO, OH NOOOO, GOD WHY WOULD YOU EVEN... FUCK!!!

D: D: D:

This is almost as bad as the FIRST time Tinkerbull got killed.

Oh nooo. It was only one of those sweet little fairy bulls. You just murdered him inappropriately with your multi-bullet device. You love those little fairy bulls. You feel just awful.

Well at least he’s appropriately upset about it. And it seems there’s more than one Tinkerbull-like lusus on the island?

OH SHIT BROBOT. Yeah, it’s stalking the shit out of him, isn’t it.

So we’ve got a silhouette, which, unsurprisingly, looks just like the halfway point between baby Bro and adult Bro. HOW IS THAT HAIR EVEN POSSIBLE.

So like... I’m looking at this and trying to figure out the geometry of how dat coif would actually work in 3d, and... yeah. I got nothin’.

> Jane: Implement plan of last resort.

A wild Jane appears! Maybe she’s got her own brobot or something that’s going to help her escape?

You have waited around long enough. Dad's legendary car wash won't last forever, and the day isn't getting any younger. You pack up poppop's book and bust out your trusty HOMING DEVICE.

Homing device for...?

Here goes nothing.

OH MY FUCKING GOD. IS THIS WHAT I THINK IT IS?????

WAIT, OH GOD, WHAT’S HAPPENING.

ILHGHKSDJKGHSKDHSKDD

*hurk*

IT’S NOT A SMUBBIT. IT’S A FUCKING SHITKICKING BITCH ASS BROBOT BUNNY. HE BUILT HER A BROBOT BUNNY.

...I debated ‘bronny’, but that’s too close to the Subculture Which Shall Not Be Named.

Anyway, it’s as cute as it is horrifying and I kind of love it. I mean, look at its eensy little sword!! Also, interesting that the blue of it and the brobot’s hat logo is a perfect inverse of Bro’s orange.

God he is such a little troublemaker. Hopefully he will mind his manners today.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT, her face. <3 <3 <3

WHOA WHAT THE SHIT, Jake’s whole house is destroyed!! How did this happen???

Not only is the island forested now, but the volcano on Jade’s island that was dormant is now active, and there’s a fucking PYRALSPITE flying overhead. Also a whale lusus like the one Eridan killed, and... fucking... Those are a bunch of Aurthours, aren’t they.

I just... I don’t even.

Jake: Behold zoological splendor.

JESUS UDDERFUCKING CHRIST. Fuck, I’m having Humanimals flashbacks.

Looks like the centaur herd is out in full force today. You have to be careful about walking under them. There are extreme hazards involved, such as the threat of falling manure, or milk.

UGH UGH UGH, I just had one of those really unpleasant full body shivers.

HOLY SHIT. It just occurred to me that the frog temple has EIGHT PILLARS. Did it always? Did I just miss it way back in the day? If so, shame on me.

There are the ruins you'll be making your way toward once you've got the uranium.

Aha, so the transmaterializer is inside the temple!

Still need to locate that enigmatic brobot. He's out there, somewhere. Just watching. You can feel it. Can't let your guard down for a second, or you'll get served like a dude on butler island.

...Considering it’s populated by a herd of Aurthours, it basically IS butler island.

Aaaaah, it’s a whole flock of Tinkerbulls!

Uh oh. Something's coming up.

Wait, if the whale lusus is in the sky, then what’s this?

OH FUCK, IT’S GAMZEE’S CAPRICORN SEAGOAT.

AND IT IS NOT HAPPY.

Unfortunately, that’s where I’ve got to leave it for tonight! Not as long a post as I’d have liked it to be, but I ought to have time to finish up the stretch before my next audio reaction very soon. Looks like we’re switching back over to Jane next, which is fine, because as much as I want to see how this fight plays out, I’m curious as SHIT about the robunny.

Until next time! ^0^

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