#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!

[endosketch]

any mirthful minstrels?

[selveristsaatan]

hc design for the mirtful messiah (im not sure if they have a canon design, i havent gotten that far (⁠+⁠_⁠+⁠))

also was playing around with contrast and it turned out cool

[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.

[dalishthunder]

When you immerse yourself in homestuck again and then realize that sun and moon would probably be highbloods AND IT'S ALL YOUR BRAIN CAN THINK ABOUT

Or would they be cherubs

Oh my God they're cherubs

[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?

[neon-lights-stardust-nights]

He's so much bigger than Sannya... Fae felt like a young meowbeast, curled up so tiny. He could so easily decimate faer while fae slept, let alone if fae woke up. Yet this tiny, mutant troll was tucked into him. He carefully ran his fingers through faers hair, humming to himself. He half wanted to drag faer into something more comfortable to sleep on (well, comfortable for him, anyway.) Either way, he just stared down at faer with tired eyes. Fragility itself could be endearing.

[endosketch]

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]

Bestie pls tell me all of ur indigoblood and clown church headcanons!! :o)

I always have trouble pinning this kind of thing down to a list! Everything I can name feels either too vague or too specific. But I'll try!

longtime readers will know I'm absolutely into different facepaint designs having different meanings, and the intimacy/sanctity of the Bare Face eue

I really enjoy the concept of the church as a group being weirdly supportive and protective of each other compared to most trolls. like they'll still kill each other, but trolls of other colors find their comparative attachment to each other deeply unnerving.

Religious practice is largely by The Vibes both for the practitioners and also for me the author lol. Church services? sure! Confession? I guess! Patron saints and saint prayers? If you like that kind of thing. Ritual sacrifice? Yeah man! Orgies and mass intoxication? Why not?

Seadwellers have the monopoly on gold jewelry as a sign of status--highblood fashion is rainbow fabric/stones, silver and jet. Gold on a clown is usually a quadrant symbol from a seadweller--a fairly rare event because:

(I feel like this is at least partially textual but) violet seadwellers and highbloods have a contentious relationship and frequently clash RE: who's the bigger top bitch. Despite the hemospectrum being in the seadwellers' favor, this is a pretty evenly-matched contest (see: Dualscar vs the GHB)

The GHB position technically comes down to deadly combat, but there's a certain amount of democratic input in that if the church or empress don't like you, you can definitely win and then promptly get quietly assassinated.

Despite "candy/mutant red" and "lime green" as blood colors both being taboo or carrying baggage in some way, those colors are often represented in holy art and paintings, because those are the colors of the Messiahs--red for rage and green for mirth. Spirals, smiling/snarling masks or faces, and twining snakes also feature heavily.

Finally, I'll point you toward this post, which covers a lot of less general stuff not covered in this list lol.

[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.