#new fantroll on the way

[kabutoden]

i love it when people introduce their coolass adult trolls like yes. this is slayer martin the cruel. five sweeps ago he killed his way through his enemies and earned the title of worlds best assassin. hes the most competent warrior with swordkind in all of alternia and he had to duel his matesprite to the death when he was 7 sweeps old so hes rejected love and compassion from his dictionary literally and its like so cool bc it’s like. wow. i love slayer martin hes just like a real cool adult troll he’s so badass and epic and his themes and story is so complex i love it!!! but when i make homestuck ocs its like:

this is my babydoll cringe mcpeeper she’s 6 sweeps and her talent is screaming. really into defying the system these days. yes thats an ankle monitor. she shaved half her head a sweep ago. her mommy does not love her

[eeltime]

Ophely Somnum Wannabe necromancer, bane of the wizard council. Woman with incredibly warped morals and a serious monster energy addiction

[54bpm]

The grubs are NOT all right. The grubs are developing anxiety disorders.

[lilyrighter]

man props for having the same icon for over a literal decade (hi!! this is sid)

SID HELLO I'VE BEEN WONDERING WHERE YOU WENT

Yeah I've been pretty attached to this pichu drawing someone on DA made for me as a teenager, it's just too iconic at this point for me to change lol

[slavhew]

Smile, while you still have teeth

Bonus: stupid girlfriends and a very exasperated friend

[merrillshawke]

I am. making homestuck ocs again

[sunny-knight]

“NO, PAPYRUS. MERCY IS NOT AN OPTION HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TELL YOU! *chuckle* HAHA, KIDS…”

i have SOOOO many theories on how Deltarune will play out that putting them all here would brick the internet

This one here is more of my wishful thinking ones, that Papyrus being a HUGEEE part in the story. Being the knight (alongside Dess) n all that. I REALLY HOPE IT HAPPENS- But if it doesn’t i wont be all that SHOCKED- (upset…maybe-)

i just hope whatever DOES end up happening is still satisfying and a good story which PFT ofc it will be, IN TOBY WE TRUST

and we ALWAYS have AUs n fanfics anyway,

I would go on a rant saying why I think/hope Papyrus is the knight/the man behind the tree/EVERYTHING, but the only evidence I have is just from all the theories on YouTube- so I wouldn’t bring much new to the table 😭

but here IS A NEW THING I HAVE! PAPYRUS (kinda) THEORY CLUTCH

So- Jevil. Secret Boss. Doesnt turn your soul any different color ofc. BUT THEN SPAMTON TURNS YA SOUL YELLOW.

this couldd just be only because Toby did say in the 9th Anniversary Newsletter that SpamtonEX was some sort of “actual Mettaton NEO fight” but I choose to ignore that for this

Then, its often theorized that Undyne will be in Chapter 3 because of Toriel calling the cops (wouldn’t it be so funny if Napstablook was actually in C3 😭)

and SHE turns your soul green. If we’re working backwards this way and ignoring Muffet and turning your soul purple because she WAS just a Fantroll and probably wont make an appearance in Deltarune, then **GASP** PAPYA/BLUE SOUL IN CHAPTER 4 🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵

Who knows. If we cant have Papyrus, then for the love of everything that is holy, PLEASEEEE LETS GET SOME UNDYNE CONTENT

WHEN I CATCH YOU TOBY WHEN I CATCH YOU

[homestuck-archive]

HOMESTUCK: BEYOND CANON 6/12 NEWS POST

Hi, James here. Happy American Karkat day. European Karkat day, of course, being on the 6th of December. That’s how birthdays work. Don’t look it up.

Some of you may have noticed I am going to be on a stream with a “Virtual Tuber.” Depending on when exactly this goes up, that might actually be going on right now. If you are coming from over there it is very likely you are just now learning we are still doing Homestuck in 2024. Welcome back. You missed a lot but don’t look any of that up either.

What news for the birthday boy? As you may have seen across various platforms we’re partnering with Makeship, and launched a petition for a Highly Marketable Karkat Vantas Plush! The way this works is, they gauge interest by seeing if we can get 200 people to pledge they’ll buy it before the company commits to producing anything. Their business model allows them to do this at no up-front cost to us which is good because it takes a lot of money to manufacture and ship things. Once we reach our initial goal they then move forward with production and do design revisions, prototyping, etc. They send us a little sample and once we’re all approved and on the same page they do a limited pre-order run. For the first 399 pre-orders we get a 10 percent revenue share, which then changes to 30 percent once it hits 400. You might be thinking “Hey man, that's not very much!” and you’d be right, but they cover all manufacturing and fulfillment and shipping costs. And I don’t own a warehouse. So. This is fine with me.

I did promise to try and be more transparent with what's going on behind the scenes, even when it is boring. The thought process here is that, while less lucrative overall than producing and shipping ourselves this will allow us to try out more merch options. We’ve designed some apparel, and are working out something with Andrew and the usual merch guys. This might take a while, I am still new to this. That Vinyl is still on the back burner as we wait for a few holdouts that sort of make or break things. (There are people who are notoriously hard to get in contact with, so it is taking a while and I overestimated my ability to get this done in a timely manner while in poor health. That's on me.)

The whole idea here is to get you guys some cool stuff, and to pay my team more. Right now the Patreon is doing alright, and we’re trying out some new exclusives over there. Music previews, merch previews, and things like that for paying members. Nothing required to enjoy the comic, and things people will all see eventually. Since I’m trying to pay my team as fairly as possible I split everything we make evenly. Right now, for each team member it comes out to a few hundred bucks each per month which is pretty nice for getting to work on Homestuck, but isn’t exactly a liveable wage. And you see how much work they put into it. I want to give them the world, short of that at the very least a fair wage for all the work they do. Also I don’t know if you’ve noticed but a sandwich costs $19 now for some reason. That in mind if you are a company or private individual and want to pay me to promote your product let's talk. We can work something out. I will put it in Homestuck. I will make Rose Lalonde say she loves the bold refreshing taste of Diet Mtn Dew G’raha Tia Blast. I am not joking. This is my solemn vow. Maybe it's time to bring back the “Your Fantroll Gets Put In Homestuck” deal.

Anyway, two updates this month. I Like this schedule, so it looks like we’ll be keeping it up for the near future.

So to Summarize the key points so there’s no room for confusion:

Karkat Plush Makeship petition (the pre-pre-order, even) is now live

Trying out this style of limited run merch to see what's possible

Apparel incoming, not sure when

Still trying to work out details with musicians, sorry.

Fun new Pateron exclusives, including music and merch previews. Maybe more?

Open to more collabs

Sticking to shorter, more frequent updates for now.

Ok, thanks everyone have a good one.

[screamingshark]

*Rings bell loudly* New fantroll adopt available! Fresh off the presses!!! She's 25 and you get two un-watermarked images of the bust and the chibi

Give her a home!

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[sasster]

Respite

Uhm, I’m gonna post some not fantroll writing here okay? Because Kurt told me to. Okay. Thank you for understanding, I hope you like it :) [doc] — After the liberation of the people of Aeilur, Qei’eleritte was delighted to find that they were still interested in a diplomatic relationship with the Cardali. Though the threat of war with the peaceful giants was always nonexistent, he’d been worried that they would be uninterested in allowing the mingling of their worlds after the conflict. And that would mean there would be no opportunity to explore their planet after all was said and done.

But that isn’t the case, thank the Gods of both Aeilur and Cardalith. He makes a mental note to learn more about the former’s theology and creation myths later. For now he sits, just as he promised himself in the heat of battle, at the base of something that might be a tree but he doesn’t know enough about to make a judgment on. It juts out of the ground, swaths of fur growing up and down its length, like a giant fuzzy limb that curls as though reaching for the orange alien sky.

A pleasant aroma wafts off of it, one that he thinks smells somewhere between an orange blossom and a rose bush. The curious plant has become his favorite of what little he’s seen of Aeilur in his first visit. He will ask someone for its name.

Qei sits there, not in the green star pattern of his natural form, but shapeshifted into the form of one of the pacifists that call Aeilur home. They resemble bipedal pachyderms and this form of his, though unique to him, was no different. The most uncomfortable part of the transition was the second pair of arms that burst forth from beneath his shoulder blades. He stares at this new pair of hands, covered in a thick brown coat like that of a wooly mammoth, and expels a breath out of his new trunk-like proboscis.

This action results in a good natured trumpeting, something that he recognizes as a satisfied hum in his natural form. The sudden attention to his trunk reminds him of the pair of sisters he saw wrestling earlier in the day, their trunks undulating between them in a taunt when they weren’t grappling.

He tries to mimic the action with little success. The taunting must be more subconscious, then. Or perhaps only some are capable of doing it on command.

As he stares at his new pair of hands, he presses the other pair into the soft fur of the tree behind him. It gives little yield and his hands fully sink in. The furs bristle into little pricks, but not painful ones, before his hands find the spongy surface of the tree. This interaction causes the flowery aroma to become stronger. He closes his eyes and leans his back into the tree, and sighs out another good natured trumpet.

It never ceases to amaze him, getting to experience a new world through the eyes of a people that were built for it.

Just in front of him movement causes his eyes to snap open. The line of trees, similar in size and fragrance to the one he has his hands pressed into, rustles gently and part to make way for an elder Person of Aeilur that, if he stood fully, stands a head taller than him as he is. She would be much taller if he were to assume his natural form. She is clearly older by the way the tip of her trunk curls back in toward her body, opposed to the loose display typically sported by the younger members of the populace. It is a much tighter, almost arthritic hold that curves her trunk.

The other tell is the way her thick sea of tan fur is interrupted by flashes of silver and white streaks, primarily along her arms and across her head. From her head sprouts, uncharacteristic for these gentle giants, twin braids that swirl a good deal of of her longer graying furs down the left side of her face, past the round lobe of her ear and drawing attention to the string along her neck that holds four small tusks close to her chest. The longest of which with a point that stops right where her first set of arms begin. He figures these are from children or grandchildren.

She stops when she sees him, clearly having not expected to find a stranger in this clearing, and he makes quick work of getting to his feet. Then he lowers his head to her with one of the hands from his lower set extended to her, palm up. A show of respect he both read about and saw with his own eyes when the sisters he watched play were wrangled in by an older male.

This elder female closes the distance between them and unfurls her trunk to tap his palm gently, signifying her acceptance of the gesture. When she takes a seat beside him, he pauses before joining her.

“[I must be honest with you],” he starts in her language, but she cuts him off with a quick trumpetting before her trunk recurls.

“I know you are a visitor,” she says in galactic standard, much to his surprise, that does not fit properly in her mouth. “You can stay as you are.”

Qei nods and sits, once again allowing his hands to press into the trunk of the tree.

A sound like a hum vibrates her trunk.

“You like the jam tree?” She asks, reaching a hand to pet the tree's furs.

“Jam tree?”

“That is how visitors call it. It is good for making jellies,” her amused trumpeting does not end, further mangling the standard that does not fit around her tusks. “Here we call it Ahmhavar.”

“Ahmhavar,” he echoes the localization of what could be translated as ‘perfume tree’. “I can speak the Language of Aeilur. If you wish.”

“I can use the practice in standard.”

“Very well, I am Qei’eleritte,” he offers, butchering his own name in the process. The language of his people fits as well in his mouth as the galactic standard does.

“That may be too much for me,” she laughs and it is influenced by the pitch of her trumpetting. “Will you accept the playname of Ahmhatet? Unless you have already been named by one of mine.”

“Perfumed visitor?” He muses.

“You cannot deny its accuracy.”

He laughs too, soft and low in comparison to hers. “I accept Ahmhatet as my play name.”

“Good, my home name is Gihaiya,” and he thinks it is very special that she would share her family name with him, indicated by an inquisitive head tilt and trumpeting on his part. She waves the unspoken question away and continues, “But my play name is Eyha.”

“A pleasure, Eyha.”

Eyha nods her head in acknowledgement, but turns her attention back to the direction she came from. “Were you with the visitors that helped my people?”

Qei grips the tree behind him a little more firmly than anticipated and feels the fur on his hands mat with from the stick sap that is urged from the spongy base. The smell of rose and orange blossom intensifies significantly, which is not unwelcomed. He’d almost allowed himself to forget the disgrace to Cardalith that Falarittus and their scheme to take over Aeilur were.

He sighs and his proboscis produces a sound similar to a deflating balloon.

“I was there, yes. I ended his cruel game myself.”

“In that case, maybe you need a hero’s name, too.”

“I was only cleaning up a mess I let happen. Someone like that should never have been made to look after any lands. Much less did they deserve a paradise like Aeilur.”

She trumpets again, this time a chastising sound, and he lowers his head. “No. It matters that you helped make it right. The mehi does not fly from its nest before it is ready.”

“Yes, of course.” He acquises while also making a mental note to find a resource that will tell him more about the avian species, of which Aeilur houses many, she referenced.

A moment of peace lingers between them and before they can continue their conversation, something that sounds like a small stampede comes rushing in from the direction that Eyha faced. Qei guesses that it must be some smaller Aeilurians scampering towards them and then steps from someone much larger lagging behind.

Three children of Aeilur pop into the clearing, two younger ones chasing after the larger one, and each letting out delighted high pitched squeals when they spot Eyha.The two smaller ones had similar tan coats to Eyha, the older one’s coat was closer to black.

They waste no time piling into her lap.

 “[Now, now, little ones. Did you leave dad behind?]” She chides, lifting each one of the calfs to press her forehead to theirs one after the other and setting them on their feet again. 

“[He moves too slow!]” The largest of the three protests and the other laugh along with her.

“[Of course. This is my new friend,]” she gestures to Qei. “[He is a visitor.]”

The two small ones suddenly develop a touch of shyness, as though prior to this they simply did not register that a stranger was present. The oldest one moves in close and raises her trunk to him.

“[I am Hajiya! That is my play name. Do you play?]”

“[I do play, Hajiya,]” he replies, lifting his trunk in greeting as well.

“[What do they call you when you play?]”

“Ahmhatet.”

“[Because you smell good?]” And she follows up with a laugh, something akin to a giggle snort. “[Will you play with me, Ahmhatet?]”

Qei looks to Eyha who nods her encouragement. “[You will have to teach me your games.]”

“[We will! Come out here Heiha and Hafrahe. Lets teach the Visitor Ahmhatet how to play!]”

The smaller two run out again and rush Hajiya, causing the trio to tumble over into the grass where they begin a playful wrestle, Heiha and Hafrahe clearly having forgotten their shyness in the meantime.

After a short while of watching them tumble around, Qei offers a feeble, “[I may not be able to keep up with that energy,]” that Eryha laughs at and the children seem to ignore, having moved on to what appears to be a game of tag that sends the trio zigzagging about the clearing.

“You never want to tell a calf, much less a group of them, that they have too much life to keep up with,” a new voice offers in standard from the direction the rest of the family entered from. “They will use the information against you.”

This newcomer’s coat is darker in color, closer to the shade of Hajiya’s coat, and much shorter to the point that some of the pinkish skin beneath can be seen from certain angles when the wind blows it. If Qei has to guess, he would say that he and the man are around the same height and age group.

He sits directly near Eryha.  “Or do you not spend much time with children, Ahmhatet?”

Qei takes a moment to think about this, coming to the conclusion that no he does not get to see many children in his line of work, but before he can gets a chance to voice that observation, he is rushed by the small gaggle of calfs, who elect to climb all over him as their first order of business.

[fandomsoda]

Ok so- I have a new art piece in the works, but in case I don’t get that done on time and because this is the 15th HS anniversary (ie: second half-decade milestone)- I figured I’d also take the time to post a lot of my Homestuck art that I haven’t shared with Tumblr, stuff that only really existed way back on Reddit. there will be multiple posts of this, but this first one is for my firsts! The one you see right before you is the first ever Homestuck art I ever did, a bunch of Nepeta doodles :33

Keep in mind I made this before I like. Fully had a grasp on the whole scope of things so I didn’t get the memo yet that like. Most trolls are pan lol

And this is my first ever fantroll- who I did a redesign of later on! This is Kasnes. :3 I didn’t know Caliborn existed when I made them lol

when I made them at first I didn’t know a lot about things, and thus adjusted them later on to feel more at home in the lore.

[yetetispaghetti]

i made a new homestuck trollsona oc

i emulated the style of the fantroll maker program and i think i did a good job :)

her name is anemon erplat, has a fascination with many sea creatures, but has a very big fear of the deep ocean, so doesnt often visit places where she could see them

shes very deadpanned, will say FUCKED up shit completely pokerfaced

typing quirk: - WORDS alternate BETWEEN capitalisation STATES - q instead of p - typing quirk does NOT apply to sea animal names, scientific or not (so even a pets name would be formatted normally, or in italics if needed) ((if asked about this, she'll say some sort of serious statement about being concise in regards to important information, somewhat ironically when its a pets name, which will also be formatted normally)) - sea related words/patterns within other words will have the opposite capitalisation to the word it is contained in (e.g SEAT becomes seaT or unseasonable becomes unSEAsonable or unSEASonable)

she is not a very nice person most of the time, and is sarcastic to most people in a way that will typically be considered as awfully rude

[nihils-trolls]

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[tempi-fantrolls]

Not that bad (fantroll drabble)

In one fell swoop she’d lost her home, her family, her status, everything.

Ixalia sighed in relief as she finally, finally got into the absolutionblock. It was a small block, only one toilet, a sink and a dingy mirror above it. It wasn’t fancy, it wasn’t even clean, but it was the only place she’d found that she could truly be alone. She wasn’t sure what it was about the place, but the small block seemed to drown out, well, everything.

She ran her hand over her face and walked the short distance over to the sink.

It had been like this, ever since that night, and she didn’t even know what to do about it. Every troll, every emotion, felt like a direct stab against her thinkpan.

It’d gotten better, slightly, as she’d gotten used to the new power (empathy, for the Messiahs’ sake!), but it was hard. It was tiring. She swore that her usual eye bags had grown twice as large.

She twisted the tap, let the water flow into her hand and splashed it onto her face. Maybe that would wake her up.

It would have been better, easier, with two hands but, well, (Ixalia spared a glare at where her right arm should have been) that wasn’t exactly an option anymore.

The mediculler had said it was “too infected” and “needed to be removed.” It wasn’t her fault that her lusus had been more difficult recently! She just, hadn’t had time to take care of it, yeah. She totally wasn’t depressed.

Like today! Her stupid ass lusus wouldn’t even go in the damn hive she’d bought!

Sure it was a far cry from what she was used to (No lush pillows for her to lay on. Ixalia hadn’t even bought much furniture yet.), but Messiahs damn it! Did the damn koala have to make this more difficult!

Ixalia had gotten hair all over herself trying to get the damn thing into the hive! Should have just left her outside to fry in the sun.

With a final sigh, she finally faced her reflection. No horns, no sign, she’d even gotten the baggiest clothes in hemoanon gray. There was no way anyone from her old life would recognize her. She barely recognized her.

Still…

Ixalia looked at herself. The baggy clothes, the gray beanie, hair all over, and…

And she liked it.

The realization was like a punch to the gut. She liked it.

She liked the baggy clothes. She liked the beanie! It was so different from what she was used to. She never would have considered wearing this before but…

She liked it. It was comfortable. It felt right.

The person in the mirror didn’t look like Ixalia Nimaya, chucklevoodoo prodigy and subjugulator academic, but…

Maybe she didn’t have to be that anymore.

The person in the mirror stared back with wide eyes. There was lusus hair sticking to their face. It almost looked like stubble.

He looked hiveless.

Ixalia snorted and the person in the mirror did too. A wry smile appeared on their face. It fit him.

Ixalia made a face and the boy in the mirror copied her. A giggle escaped their lips.

She did need a new identity. To hide from the church. No other reason.

The mirrored man stared back.

Mirrored.

Not Ixalia but… Ailaxi.

His name was Ailaxi.

Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.

[homestuckexamination]

Hey! Just wanted to, years later, say thanks for making the Class quiz. Changed my life, genuinely, in ways I don't think I can even begin to explain. The butterfly that flapped its wings.

Like.

Man.

Anyway, yeah! Appreciate it.

On the topic of an Actual Question. I've been currently obsessed with Homestuck VNs: old, new, PQ-style, unique engine, etc. I rediscovered the blog by googling "pesterquest analysis", lol.

If YOU had the power to make a Pesterquest sequel/rewrite/spinoff, what would it be about/what would you change/what would you do?

Aw, hug! Thank you! The HS VNs are fun and they inspired quite a whole bunch of fan-stuff too which is nice. If you've read Vast Error, PLEASE play Snowbound Blood it's really really good.

Anyway, I actually once planned/intended to do a Pesterquest sort-of Sequel/Spin-off. I may still have my notes around for it, but it involved Fantrolls, the Locked Timeline, and an RGB theme for multiple iterations of MSPAR. It never really went anywhere because uh, waning Homestuck Hyperfixation plus wanting to redirect those creative efforts to something else, but yeah. I just like Meta Fuckery and Fun Characters. So that'd have mostly been my aim. 😌

[byrdtrollsunoreversearchive]

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@damistrolls Is a person I'm so happy to be getting to know more! I've admired their art for a while. Reading about fucked up way back in 2021-2022 is one of the big reasons I was inspired to make a fantroll blog in the first place! I'm still so normal about anything related to magpie and the most recent drabbles with him unlocked secret emotions in me. I've said it before but I really admire his art. I still can't believe they do everything without a sketch layer it blows my mind. He is such a good character designer and has such VARIETY in all his charactors body types and styles and features. Every one of them is so unique. They're also just very funny and super fun guy to be around.

@roetrolls I don't know what I could say about roetrolls I haven't already said. But one more time: They're a constant inspiration to me and a large part of the reason I was ever able to find a place in this community at all. I really admire her maturity and level headed-ness. They are just the kind of person who makes any space they are in feel safer and more kind. She's a very talented writer and anyone who is familiar with her work in the slightest knows that. She has several characters that hold a very special place in my heart. Their voices are so distinct and I think harlan might be my favorite villian character in anything ever. Her work means a lot to me as a survivor.

@sasster is such an incredible writer. I can't even explain how much I admire chase's ability to constantly like, I don't even know if what I'm saying makes sense but I feel like they're constantly reinventing their own sandbox and world, like watching their story grow and change and introduce new characters and worlds and then loop back around to making the original, older ones even more signifigant and poignant with what they're doing now, it kind of blows my mind. They've been here so long still constantly changing and I think even now making everything they put out better than everything they put out last which was already great. I don't think I could go that much deeper into what they mean to me as a friend outside of rp without like actually crying. We have had our rough patches. But they have been constantly kind and patient with me through me struggling so much. And. I do not think I would be the person I am today if chase sasster did not believe in me as much as chase sasster has.