#mirthful messiahs

[homestucktheory612]

HOMESTUCK THEORY

Vile jay and shaggy 4 are actually mentioned in the hit songs from the insidious clone posse

What could this mean?

Many theories believe they could be connected to the mouthy messiahs from Gamzee

[manty-monster]

HAPPY CLOWN DAY FAGGOTS WOOOOOOOO~~~

just so ppl are aware, i firmly believe april fools is for funny little gimmicks, absurdist memes, and dad jokes, so this blog won’t be reblogging any sudden flashing/jumpscare/g0re videos!!

[salient-stitches]

Hi there, I hope you're doing well. I had a couple of questions regarding Mirthful Messiahism. I'm part of a system and and one of our members is very interested in the religion/beliefs even if we are not familiar with Homestuck/Hiveswap ourselves. I was wondering if your group would be alright with a system within your religious space. Thank you for your time

Hello! I am so terribly sorry for the late reply, somehow i never get notified of these messages/asks which sucks! Currently we are a little bit on hiatus but that should change relatively soon! Anyone and everyone is welcome to join, as long as those who join are 18+! We have bots and other stuff specifically for systems as well!

[numberoneadamanfan]

any mirthful minstrels?

[selveristsaatan]

I accidentally deleted this post so uhm

[chaos-of-the-abyss]

"But I say unto you that the children of Indis shall also be great, and the Tale of Arda more glorious because of their coming. And from them shall spring things so fair that no tears shall dim their beauty; in whose being the Valar, and the Kindreds both of Elves and of Men that are to come shall all have part, and in whose deeds they shall rejoice. So that, long hence when all that here is, and seemeth yet fair and impregnable, shall nonetheless have faded and passed away, the Light of Aman shall not wholly cease among the free peoples of Arda until the end."

mandos really said it is indis who is earendil's forebearer. that it's his ancestry from her that takes front and center stage, not his ancestry from finwe. amen 👏👏👏

[sir-incorrect]

oh throwback to when I made trollsonas for a handful of danganronpa characters based on their birthdays (or rather, what blood color that would give them)

transcription of my notes scribbled on the pictures under the cut in case my handwriting is illegible haha

First picture:

Shuihi Saihra and Rantar Amamii

Met when Rantar was gathering testimonies in the caverns.

Hand is blocking sign but maybe [scribble]?

He noticed Shuihi's deductive abilities, and started calling him in to consult. Shuihi is not entirely comfortable with this yet, but does want to help.

Second picture:

Pin = symbol [scribble] (compare to 十神 togami)

Byakya Togami (actually bronze)

sad bc byakya pulled his hand out of hers before the picture

Tohkoh Fukawa/ Shoyho (Sho + Syo ?)

Byakya is the only lowblood to ever actually survive, let alone win, and kind of gladiator/fighting competition against highbloods. As such, he WOULD have been culled immediately, but the heiress took a liking to him, so instead he is the center of a massive coverup. He was "actually just an indigo pretending to be a bronze". He gets to live a life of luxury and power like he earned... but is also forced to hang out with Tohkoh ALL the time and HATES it (platonically).

Third picture:

Kokchi Oouuma (?)

[Shuichi:] "Aren't you a Cancer, though?"

[Kokichi:] "Wouldn't you like to know, Virgo boy."

[next to the purple Kokchi] Troll DICE: Infamous team of subjuggulators ("in training"). Cause problems even for those of higher castes, but these are relatively tame compared to lower castes' reception. Extremely efficient.

[next to the grey Kokchi] Troll DICE: A group of lowbloods posing as purplebloods. Their reputation has to be strictly maintained, lest they get injured and give themselves away. Part of the reason they're so successful is their targets go willingly, as DICE actually helps them fake their deaths and hide. DICE has never actually killed a target or otherwise let them die.

Fourth picture:

WHEEL OF EXECUTIONS with Junkoh Ensima and Mukuro Iksaba!

Despair clowns! Pose as a normal traveling circus act (for Alternia. So lots of murder, prob lowblood killing games), but they're actually spreading "despair", as a concept fundamentally opposite to the Mirthful Messiahs. Junkoh really just wants to see the entire PLANET start killing each other senselessly, even seadwellers, and especially lowbloods killing highbloods.

Fifth picture:

Horns are supposed to be like ⊘ [scribble]

World's worst and most boring clown

*sacrifices your shitty, shitty clown to the Mirthful Messiahs*

Sixth picture:

[Screenshot of quote from the wiki] "could hold her head up high as a "cosplaycat criminal","

Makes fursuits, doesn't wear them herself but DOES do the occasional nya~

Sumugi Shrgne

[cringefail-clown]

mmmn bingo.. how abouuut.. mituna, latula, and kurloz

MITUNA:

LATULA:

KURLOZ:

[colorfuldonutrunaway]

Originally posted by hemo-canons.

[indecisive-neurodivergent]

I am impatiently waiting for the day I am approached by a drone to be abducted into a cult/religion so i can cheerily preach the word of our mirthful messiah, honk a clown horn at them. and, if I be ever so luck. maybe throw a pie at them.

[elspethdixon]

Helluva Boss/Homestuck fusion AU when?

[thewertsearch]

TC: all my life i believed at a fuckin paradise to come what held the most baller, darkest of carnivals to join. TC: AND A PROPHECY TC: to tell all about a band of rowdy and capricious minstrels steeped in the good harshwhimsy. TC: THE MIRTHFUL MESSIAHS WERE FORETOLD TO BE CRASHING THAT FUCKING PIE STAND AND BRING THE HOLY RUCKUS. […] TC: I'M TALKING ABOUT THE VAST HONK, YOU BLASPHEMOUS MOTHERFUCKER.

I suppose I have to take Gamzee's cult a lot more seriously now - which means I should probably at least try to figure out what it is they actually believe.

It appears as if their doctrine is centered around some sort of prophecy, concerning a group of legendary figures known as 'mirthful messiahs'. They're fated to release the Vast Honk - and, in doing so, create some sort of Juggalo paradise.

We don't know any lore about the Vast Honk, but its name sets up intentional parallels with Gl'bgolyb's apocalyptic Vast Glub, as well as the Vast Croak, a holy sound emitted by newborn Genesis Frogs. Both of these sounds accompany enormous, galaxy-shaking cosmic events, so the Honk is presumably no different.

Alternia's First Guardian was 'corrupted' by a genome of the same name, presumably changing him from a standard Sburb NPC into the English cultist we all know and tolerate.

Could the Vast Honk be released by someone corrupted in a similar manner? We already know that Jade's Genesis Frog was spliced with some unknown DNA; it's terrifyingly plausible that said DNA was planted by Scratch, Gamzee, or English himself. There's a very real possibility that the Vast Honk will come from the mouth of Jade's frog.

TC: BUT NOW. TC: because of you. TC: BECAUSE OF ALL YOU AND YOUR FUCKING OUTRAGEOUSNESS. TC: you stole up all my miracles away by revealing at me how the wicked shit was really kicked. TC: LIKE SOME FILTHY FUCKING SCIENSTIFF WHO AT OLD TIMES WOULD BE RULED UNFUNNY WITHOUT EVEN GETTING HIS FUCKING TRIAL ON. TC: and now i don't know what to think about the spiritual fantasies i had.

Anyway, Gamzee can’t seem to reconcile his worldview with this pair of alien rappers who seem to cruelly parody his beliefs.

He’s always been dimly aware of his fictional nature, and as his mind begins to clear, it is forced to confront the possibility that this is all his religion ever was. A viral video and a meme.

For once, he doesn't think it's a very funny joke.

TC: I HAVE THE IDEA THAT YOU PUT IN MY PAN TO SIT THERE. TC: that the paradise planet TC: IS A FUCKING JOKE. TC: and the miracles TC: ARE FAKE. TC: pure fiction. TC: FALSE FAKEY FRAUDY CON JOBS FROM A BUNCH OF UNFUNNY NINJA HARLEQUIN BULLSHIT ARTISTS.

It would be remiss of me not to bring up the possibility that ICP are non-trivially involved with Homestuck's plot. I mean, Betty Crocker is now a key figure in multiple characters’ backstories, so fucking anything is possible at this point.

Joseph Bruce and Joseph Utsler could literally be the mirthful messiahs, and I have no idea what that could mean. I might actually have to listen to their albums to understand the comic.

[numberoneadamanfan]

come and join us at the mirthful minstrels!

im currently the only person but i hope more people join our wonderful beliefs

https://discord.com/invite/7McC3p2p

:o)

friendly reminder that this is religious

[splickedylit]

Further xenotroll shenanigans: "splickedy gets predictably in the weeds about clowns" edition

“Your words, (hm).”  Jade frowns, chews on what she means to say, looks at her papers again.  “Trolls, you take small words, and…” she makes a move of her fronds like she’s squishing and crushing at something between them.  “Makes big words!  Long words.  It’s harder for me!  But fun!”

She’s learned her shit a little since the last time you talked—’fun’, she says, meaning a little laugh of a joke between hatefriends, not a real holy riot.  You think the wordy shit she’s up to sounds mad motherfucking boring, but it’s not your business how a motherfucker gets her globes off, you guess.  You nod and wait for her to get around to the point of her point.

“So,” Jade says, marching on forward, tapping at her papers.  “The…Dark Carnival.”  She sounds it out every part one after the other,  ‘fatal-funny cullpit of the messiahs’, like how a corpse dismembered and all laid out turns into pieces instead of a whole troll.  

“Dark Carnival,” you say, putting the corpse back together to show her, fast and fluid how it’s supposed to flow.

“Dark Carnival,” Jade repeats after you, choking just a little on the shift of chirr into click.  “Okay!  What does that mean?”

Turns out it’s harder than you would’ve figured, making explanation of this shit.  You’re called on to clear up “cullpit”—the explaint of that one makes Jade wrinkle up her nose in human disgust, not peeling up her lip from her flat teeth, but otherwise a whole lot the same as a troll would do.  Then you take apart “Grand Highblood” for her, and the names he was given, the things called out by the congregation.  King of Colors and Holy Hilarity and Mirthful Majesty.  

“King,” she repeats, and breaks it up like she breaks apart everything, dismembers it in her flat plant-eater fangs, making shapes in the air with her clawless hands.  You never will quite get used to the way these squishy little motherfuckers bend an extra time in their extra fingers, how they’ve got just flat little chitin plates instead of claws.  “Little he-empress?”

You never did think of how those pieces fit together.  She’s sure as shit not wrong though.  “Damn, yeah,” you say.  “Guess so, sister.”

Jade seems all manner of delight over that.  She laughs big and fearless so it shows all her flat plant-grinder fangs, and yells something out to the other room, something with your moirail’s name in it.  Karkat’s head pops around the corner so quick you know he’s been fretting himself in the next block over—the other humans show up too, and Jade says something in Human, sprinkled-in Alternian words like sparkles of stardust mixed in dirt.  Empress and King and King but broken into its pieces.  Strider and his blue-eyed flighty buddy raise brows and make faces that make you laugh as much as Jade did; the one Kanaya’s preening at covers her mouth like too polite to show off my fangs and laughs too, saying something at Kanaya that makes her turn a shade of green and pick her claws at her hair.

[ninibeingdelulu]

Am I in love with just a theme ? ✧

Plot: You watch your boyfriend becoming a serial killer…

An eerie hush permeated the modest bedroom save for the scratching of Light's pen etching yet another convicted criminal's name into that innocuous black notebook.

You couldn't tear your gaze away, stomach roiling in uneasy revulsion at how...casually he wielded such monstrous power these days.

Like some self-appointed deity passing judgment with a flick of his wrist.

This merciless, arrogant demigod bore only the barest fleeting resemblance to the brilliant yet tenderhearted boyfriend you once adored.

Since acquiring the Death Note's insidious abilities, your Light had steadily devolved into a twisted shell of his former self, driven by an all-consuming messiah complex.

You barely recognized him anymore - the Light you knew would've recoiled in horror over such wanton slaughter, dismissing the very notion as abhorrent. These days? He didn't so much as blink as person after person perished at his whim, swaths of human lives extinguished with infuriatingly casual indifference.

Swallowing thickly, you finally found your voice. Hesitant, yet brimming with desperation to reach whatever tattered remnants of the man you loved still lurked beneath Kira's pitiless exterior.

"Light?"

When those russet eyes flickered up towards you, glacial and utterly devoid of warmth, the words shriveled in your throat for an agonizing heartbeat.

Plunging onwards with a strained exhale, you barrelled through before your nerve could crumble entirely.

"Why don't you just...pass the notebook off to someone else?" Achingly wistful, you curled your arms across your midsection like a flimsy shield.

"You don't...you don't have to keep doing this yourself. We could go back to how things were before and-"

"Enough." Light cut you off with a curt growl, snapping the Death Note closed with a dull thud that made you flinch.

Abruptly he stood, stalking towards the bed with leonine grace yet stiff, clipped movements radiating frigid menace. Too late, you shrank from his imposing form looming over you now.

Face to face, scarcely inches apart, you could see the fanatical glint smoldering behind those impassive, handsome features.

A shudder slithered down your vertebrae under his unnerving scrutiny.

"I can't let this power slip into anyone else's hands."

The words emerged through gritted teeth, a muscle feathering along Light's taut jawline.

"I was chosen to become the God of this new world, to execute divine justice and establish true order with my own hands. No one else is worthy."

An errant tear slipped from the corner of your eye, tracing a glistening trail down your cheek in the tense standoff's wake. You tried valiantly to fortify your resolve, to not flinch away from the sheer gravity of that unnervingly cold, callous resolution etched into his very marrow.

But it was too much.

"Light, please..."

The words gurgled out in a desperate rasp, thick with anguished pleading and unshed tears.

"I love you, b-but I can't keep watching as you lose every shred of your humanity like this! If you won't give up that thing, then...then I have to go. I can't stay by and watch this anymore!"

At the achingly soft admission spilling through your wobbling lips, Light's expression didn't flicker for a protracted, agonizing heartbeat.

But then his mouth curled into the ghost of a smirk, utterly devoid of genuine mirth - just cruel, calculating self-assurance.

"Go ahead and try," he crooned with scathing disinterest, callused fingers seizing a rough fistful of your hair to forcibly tilt your face up towards his. Tears spilled freely now, sobs raking your trembling frame.

"You don't honestly think I'd let you walk away with everything you know about me still intact, do you?"

The icy finality behind those mocking words washed over you in a suffocating wave, stealing what little tenuous purchase on hope you still possessed.

You sagged, terror-fuelled adrenaline rapidly leaching away into numb hopelessness and misery.

Without ceremony, Light shoved you away with a scoff, leaving you sprawled across the mattress amidst your pitiful puddle of grief.

With a few perfunctory swipes of his sleeve across those chiseled features, he'd already vanished whatever fleeting glimpses of genuine emotion had flickered there just moments ago.

"You'll stay right here, powerless and silent as my humble concubine," the words emerged crisp, cold, and utterly inflexible as he returned to the Death Note splayed open in indifferent expectation.

"Embrace your purpose, devote yourself to watching over the birth of a new utopia...or perish like any other obstacle beneath my heel."

Through a fresh torrent of searing tears, you could only bring yourself to rasp out a pitiful whimper of surrender.

Beaten. Broken.

Any facade of control or dignity had long fled along with the better parts of Light's withering soul.

Beneath the weight of sickening realization settling like a shroud, darkness crept across your vision as the soft scratching of pen against paper resumed.

You were well and truly his hapless pawn now.

[pennonpennant]

<-[}@{ Illiterate, I assume? ]>---------------

<-[}@{ Motherfucker do you ]>-------------

<-[}@{ KNOW about the church? ]>--------

<-[}@{ Its been a pretty strong ]>-----------

<-[}@{ fuckin consensus for a real ]>-------

<-[}@{ long motherfuckin' time ]>----------

<-[}@{ that Cherubs either are the ]>-------

<-[}@{ species that the scriptures ]>--------

<-[}@{ fuckin' talk about, or that ]>---------

<-[}@{ theyre heavily fuckin related. ]>-----

<-[}@{ Even the fuckin athiest ]>-----------

<-[}@{ nooks register they exist. ]>---------

<-[}@{ We have fucking museums ]>-------

<-[}@{ full of their goddamned ]>-----------

<-[}@{ uraniun plated bones. ]>-------------

<-[}@{ Fuckin' philistine contrariphile. ]>---

<-[}@{ Visit a goddamn museum. ]>--------

And alzo chervbz

AAlso not reaal.