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[pesterloglog]

Rose Lalonde, Dave Strider

Act 5, page 3036-3044

-- tentacleTherapist [TT] began pestering turntechGodhead [TG] --

TT: Hi there.

TG: nak nak nak

TT: Don't mind me.

TT: I'm just waiting for that guy on the pile of sharp objects to wake up.

TG: THE GLASSES ARE TALKING AGAIN

TG: naknaknaknaknaknaknaknaknaknaknaknaknaknak

TT: If you don't stop nakking, I will turn you into a thorn bush.

TG: :V

TG: :(

TG: hey

TG: what just happened

TT: You fell asleep.

TT: Orange Bird Dave killed some monsters and flew away.

TT: Jade fired a bullet at an imp and vanished.

TT: And you woke up.

TG: oh yeah

TG: so shes here then

TT: Yes.

TG: is she ok what was going on there

TT: Yes, she's fine.

TG: i guess i should catch up with her

TT: You already are.

TG: i am

TT: Future you is.

TG: oh ok time travels involved

TG: thats all you needed to say everythings cool and under control then

TT: How was the nap?

TG: weird

TG: and kind of boring

TG: i was in your dream room for a while spying on you

TG: being all creepy and dream duplicitous and shit

TT: It's ok.

TT: I was being similarly wake duplicitous.

TG: whats with your book collection

TG: or

TG: dream book collection

TG: all your books are bizarre and terrible

TT: No, my books are great.

TT: I can recommend some good titles for the next time you're asleep.

TG: nah

TG: but yeah i understand defending your collection i guess if you were in my dream room and talking shit about my awesome dream portraits of dream stiller and dream snoop or whatever wed have to have a fucking talk

TT: Did you do anything on the moon besides rifle through my belongings?

TT: Such as remove your shades and turn your gaze Ringward, by any chance?

TG: oh

TG: yeah

TG: i did

TT: What did you see?

TG: horrible things

TT: Horribleterrible?

TG: yeah

TG: it was like

TG: peering through the dark portal of an eldritch red lobster

TG: and scoping out its all you can eat seafood buffet

TG: and

TG: when i saw them

TG: their voices became clearer

TT: What were they saying?

TG: i couldnt really focus on anything specific

TG: but

TG: in totality

TG: im pretty sure it was

TG: like

TT: ?

TG: a plea for help

TT: That's good.

TG: no it was disturbing

TG: so i slapped my shades back on

TG: went and perved up some sleeping girls room to take my mind of it

TT: It means they're reaching out to you.

TG: oh god why would i want that

TG: im not about to get molested by calamari with fucking teeth

TG: use your powers and like

TG: stroke a mummys paw or some horseshit and open a dark channel

TG: tell them to keep their lecherous flagella to themselves

TT: You're going to have to help them.

TT: Even if you don't like them.

TT: They're being massacred.

TT: Presently, already, and still to come.

TG: whats that mean

TT: It means time doesn't work rationally out there.

TT: Nor does space.

TT: But that doesn't change the reality of the threat.

TG: who cares if theyre getting killed

TG: theyre hideous and obnoxious

TT: You're underestimating the nature of the threat.

TT: At this point, the threat isn't to our session, or any given universe.

TT: It's to the perpetuation of reality itself.

TT: You wouldn't be saving them, per se.

TT: You'd be saving everything.

TG: oh ok cool

TT: They've revealed some of their secrets to me already, and given me a few errands to run.

TT: This is why you might have observed some unusual behavior from me.

TG: oh shit youre kidding

TG: no really are you serious i didnt even notice

TG: fuck mind = blown

TT: Once these convulsions of explosive laughter subside and finish rocking my very foundation,

TT: I might point out that you haven't really been as astute as you're implying.

TT: You've deliberately fogged your vision your entire life with ironic eyewear while awake, and while asleep, though perfectly alert, you've chosen to ignore your surroundings.

TT: But now that you've seen them, you have a choice to make.

TG: ok

TT: They will only tell me so much.

TT: They would like an audience with the prince of the moon as well.

TT: We are like the emissaries to what lies beyond this small bubble in their unfathomable dark foam.

TT: Derse skirts its edge, and during the lunar eclipse, we graze it, and that's when their intent for us becomes clear.

TT: I'm doing my part, but they have a mission for you as well.

TG: what am i supposed to do

TT: Listen to them.

TT: My understanding is,

TT: They will teach you how to navigate the unnavigable.

TT: The result should be a map.

TG: like

TG: a treasure map

TT: No.

TT: Something a little more astronomical.

TT: Like a star chart with no stars.

TT: Hence the challenge.

TG: why

TT: To plot a course through the Furthest Ring.

TG: plot a course to what

TT: The power source of the first guardians.

TG: oh right the green sun ok

TG: wait sorry

TG: i mean the Green Sun my bad

TT: Yes, that's much better.

TG: whats the deal with this thing

TG: i mean aside from giving jades dog his devil powers

TG: and by extension i guess jack

TT: What's the deal with it?

TG: yeah

TT: I don't know that there is a deal with it.

TT: Beyond the deal you just described.

TT: It is what it sounds like.

TT: A huge sun out in the literal middle of nowhere, and it is bright green.

TT: It is simply,

TT: The Green Sun.

TG: how big

TG: i need a sense of scale here

TG: is it like the size of our sun

TG: or bigger

TG: or is it only as big as like

TG: planet fucking jupiter

TT: It is nearly twice the mass of our universe.

TG: ok thats pretty fucking big

TG: see how important that contextualization was now i know how fucking impressed i should be

TG: i mean hopy shit thats huge

TT: Happy I could help.

TG: so ok i make a map to this thing

TG: with the help of a million rambunctious gross tentacle mutants

TG: and then i guess we go there for some reason

TT: Yes.

TG: why do we need a map

TG: cant they just

TG: tell us what direction its in

TG: point a spaceship that way

TG: blast off to adventure

TT: No.

TT: The geometry of the Furthest Ring is too complex.

TT: Remember, its spacetime is labyrinthine.

TT: In fact, it's not really accurate to call it spacetime at all.

TT: Since it is outside the domain of any created universe, where those properties have become instantiated and stabilized.

TG: i can kind of get that time is messed up there

TG: with like loops and causality paradoxes and shit like that

TG: being the knight of time here

TG: not really sure why navigating the space would be a problem though

TG: space isnt my thing remember

TG: what is it like

TG: full of wormholes or something

TT: It depends.

TT: The greater the distance you travel through it, the less reliably time flows.

TT: And the more time you spend in it, the less reliably space behaves.

TT: Time and space aren't as different as you might think.

TG: i thought you werent supposed to know shit about either

TG: seeing as youre the seer whatever that means

TT: I think it means I'm supposed to know shit about the big picture.

TT: Which includes tidbits like that.

TT: But the insides of my shoes stay free from the grit of the minutia.

TG: fair enough

TG: so i take my map and fly to this thing

TT: No, I do.

TG: ok you fly to it

TG: then what

TT: That depends on if John is successful.

TG: you mean with the quest youre sending him on

TT: Yes.

TG: is there anything you do thats not sending dudes on quests

TT: Nothing whatsoever.

TG: so hes got to get the cancer out of skaia right

TT: Yes, The Tumor.

TG: yeah

TG: so whats The Tumor do

TG: i mean the tumor

TG: jesus can we stop with the fancy colored text bullshit

TT: I guess so.

TT: I thought it was more fun that way.

TG: well ok you can keep doing it then

TT: Thanks.

TT: The Tumor is quite a large growth at the center of the battlefield.

TT: He won't be able to remove it without fully realizing his abilities.

TG: ok cool what is it

TT: Can you promise you won't tell him?

TT: It would probably make him more nervous than he needs to be if he knew.

TG: ok i wont say anything

TG: just tell me

TT: It's a bomb.

TT: It is set to detonate precisely when the reckoning ends.

TT: This is how long we have to put this plan into motion.

TG: what the hell is a bomb doing in there

TT: It could be a feature of any session not meant to bear fruit.

TT: A means to wipe out a null session rather than leaving it lingering in paradox space for eternity.

TT: Or it could be a mutation specific to our session.

TT: I really don't know.

TG: first time for everything i guess

TG: seriously whered you get all this info

TG: did you get it all from the gods

TG: are these just a bunch of orders youre following

TT: Not exactly.

TT: They've urged me in certain directions and guided my exploration.

TT: I've obtained some answers from them, but ultimately, this idea is mine.

TT: Plus, I have other sources.

TT: One in particular has been quite illuminating.

TG: what

TT: I've been referring to him as an informant, when people ask.

TT: Which isn't often.

TG: what you mean a troll

TT: No.

TT: It's a man who exists in another universe.

TT: He wants to die.

TG: sounds like a really credible dude sign me up for trusting everything he says

TT: Only as credible as the omniscient tend to be.

TG: oh so he knows everything

TT: Yeah, I think that's what omniscient means.

TT: But maybe I'll ask him about that, since he's the omniscient one.

TG: even if he is omniscient which he probably isnt what if hes just lying

TT: He says he doesn't lie.

TT: For some reason, I believe him about that.

TT: He's a convincing fellow.

TG: whys he want to die

TT: He no longer has a purpose now that he's done everything required to summon his master.

TT: As a first guardian, he's completely indestructible.

TT: Well, almost completely.

TG: wait

TG: what

TT: His power is derived from the same source as Earth's guardian.

TT: And conveniently, that of our nemesis as well.

TG: ok i get it now

TT: When John delivers the tumor,

TT: And I do mean The Tumor,

TT: I and I alone will navigate the Furthest Ring.

TT: And I will destroy the sun.

TT: By which I do mean the GREEN MOTHER FUCKING SUN.

TT: And in case it wasn't clear,

TT: I won't be coming back.

TG: whoa fuck

TG: a suicide mission are you serious

TG: no bullshit thats not happening

TG: hey look suddenly everything we just talked about was useless because its time to make a plan that doesnt fucking suck

TT: Let's not be so dramatic.

TT: I was talking about my dream self.

TT: She's the one who won't be returning.

TG: oh

TG: haha yeah thats fine i guess

TG: those fuckers are all kinds of mad expendable

TG: way to leave me hanging there

TG: for someone whos saying lets cool it on the drama the whole i wont be coming back thing is a pretty theatrical bombshell

TG: for future reference

TT: That's true.

TT: Your outburst was pretty sweet though.

TG: yeah i know

TG: so when do i do my thing

TG: make this map

TG: which i guess is just like

TG: a solid black piece of paper

TG: this is going to be fucking stupid isnt it

TT: If there's one thing you have more than any of us, it's time.

TT: So, whenever you like.

TT: As long as conventionally speaking, it's quite soon.

TG: alright

TG: so

TG: dog it as long as possible

TG: then travel back to about now and go to sleep

TT: Sure.

TT: And if you have trouble going to sleep, maybe you can ask your patron troll to trick the telepathic one into putting you to sleep again.

TG: what

TT: Each of us seems to have a troll infatuated with helping us. Haven't you noticed?

TG: no

TT: What about the psychopath who's currently helping you?

TG: oh yeah terezi

TG: no shes cool

TT: Isn't that camaraderie blossoming into some sort of interspecies whatever?

TG: its blossoming into an interspecies partnership in incredibly shitty cartooning

TG: what do you mean get her to trick someone into putting me asleep again

TG: when did that happen

TT: Just now.

TG: who did that

TT: That would be John's patron troll.

TG: god

TG: fuckin trolls

TG: too many of them who can even keep track of this shit

TG: which ones yours

TG: is it the absurd juggalo one that would be hilarious

TT: There's a juggalo one?

TG: yeah see what i mean

TT: She's contacting me now actually.

TG: oh ok

TG: well im suddenly not interested so go talk to your fairy god troll

TG: ill be over here paving the way for your elaborate dream suicide

TG: when i feel like getting around to it i mean

TT: Thanks.

TG: later

-- turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering tentacleTherapist [TT] --

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Daredevil and Punisher Walk Into a Diner

Daredevil and Punisher Walk Into a Diner https://archiveofourown.org/works/56770984 by 6thPlanetFromTheSun “You done looking at the menu?” Murdock asked. “Oh, yeah, sorry,” Castle handed him the giant piece of paper. “All the stuff here sounds great,” Murdock joked, moving his finger across the menu as if he were reading it like an old newspaper. “Oh,” Castle managed to say, causing Murdock to laugh. “Could you read it out for me?” Murdock slid the paper back to him. “What am I? Your caretaker?” “Just read the menu, Frank.” Words: 3043, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Daredevil (TV), The Punisher (TV 2017) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Frank Castle, Matt Murdock, Franklin "Foggy" Nelson, Karen Page Relationships: Frank Castle/Matt Murdock Additional Tags: theyre kinda gay but they don't admit it, Slice of Life, Fratt - Freeform, No Smut via AO3 works tagged 'Frank Castle/Matt Murdock' https://archiveofourown.org June 19, 2024 at 04:31PM

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Banner Ceremony to Celebrate RIIL Schools Achieving National Recognition

All RIIL Member Schools Have Attained Level 1 Status in NFHS Honor Roll Program

Date: October 6, 2023 

Time: 10 a.m. 

Location: Gaige Hall, Rhode Island College 

     WARWICK, R.I. (October 2, 2023) - The Rhode Island Interscholastic League’s annual Principals’ Breakfast, slated for Friday, October 6 at Gaige Hall on the Rhode Island College Campus, will be highlighted this year with a special ceremony honoring the commitment to excellence demonstrated by the state’s high schools and their coaches. 

     At 10 a.m., immediately following the breakfast, principals and athletic directors from all of the RIIL’s member high schools will be presented with banners recognizing them as NFHS Honor Roll schools. The RIIL is the first state high school association in the country to have all of its member schools earn this distinction, which was achieved by meeting the requirements established by the National Federation of State High School Associations (NFHS) School Honor Roll Program. 

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     In 2022, the RIIL modified its existing coaching requirements to align with new standards established by the NFHS School Honor Roll Program, which places stronger emphasis on health and safety. Establishing a new professional development pathway for high school coaches through this program, a coach can become a nationally-certified NFHS Level 1 Coach by completing “Fundamentals of Coaching” along with three free courses on the NFHS Learning Center: “Concussion in Sports,” “Sudden Cardiac Arrest” and “Protecting Students from Abuse.” When a school’s coaches complete these courses, the school then earns Level 1 status through the School Honor Roll program.   

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when did you stop seeing me?

Summary: Sakusa and Atsumu try to navigate their relationship within its new normal; scattered letters through the apartment to help jog Atsumu's fading memory. But how long can they postpone the inevitable?

Pairings: Sakusa x Atsumu

Word Count: 3043

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of head injury/memory loss.

A/N: This is my first time writing SakuAtsu, so I hope I did them justice. I had Terrible Things by Mayday Parade on repeat while writing this, so feel free to listen to that too.

A/N 2: I’m not a medical expert by any means, I know nothing about TBIs or memory loss caused by them other than what I read in a few different medical journals. So please take that with a grain of salt.

“Who are you?”

Atsumu asks, sun shining into the bedroom adding a soft halo-like glow to his tacky yellow hair, highlighting the almost scared expression on his face. The raven-haired man has a soft smile on his face, pointing at the envelope on the nightstand as he leans against the door frame. There’s others just like that one, spread throughout their apartment: on the fridge, in the medicine cabinet, two in the living room, and in total, three in their bedroom, not including the ones Osamu has or the ones inside pockets of Atsumu’s jackets. Randomly scattered reminders, short detailed letters to help jog the memories he’s forgotten, to fill in the empty spaces that he can’t. The setter had written them shortly after his injury when the doctor told him that there would be a time when he wouldn’t be able to remember things regardless of how important they were to him. Atsumu takes a moment to read the letter, a wave of emotions wash over his expression the further his eyes go down the page, eyes scanning over the words that start to uncloud his mind, replacing the pieces he couldn’t find, the words slowly answering his own question. The blonde’s signature –and obnoxiously–  bright smile appears before he glances over at the door, the look of pure joy on his face. He holds his arms open, signaling for a hug and as the man’s warmth spreads through him, he nuzzles his face into his chest. “Omi-Omi.”

- - There are few people that Sakusa would like to room with, most of the time he was able to get a room to himself, but the hotel was full of fans hoping to run into the team before and even after the meet and greet, leaving Atsumu as his roommate. Not to say that Sakusa didn’t try to change rooms, but Meian thought it’d be good for the two of them, maybe help them start to see eye to eye. If it wasn’t Sakusa’s witty sarcastic retorts then it was Atsumu’s smug attitude that set them both off, something always had them at each other’s throats, meaning it was only a matter of time before their rooming situation became dire. The first incident happened when Sakusa was in the shower, Atsumu swapping their things so he could take the bed closest to the door. The third incident was when Sakusa threatened to smother him if he didn’t stop smacking while he ate. The fifth incident was the morning of the second day, Atsumu somehow woke up earlier than Sakusa and used his towel, throwing the outside hitter into a rage. The seventh time was after the meet and greet when Sakusa referred to the blonde as a jackass when a fan asked him what he thought of their setter. The final incident ended with both standing in front of the other, practically nose to nose, both fuming with irritation from other when Sukusa told him ‘you don’t have to be so damn annoying all the time’ and Atsumu quickly replied, ‘how else would I get you to actually look at me, Sakusa?’ - -

“Who are you?”

Atsumu asks, brows knitted together as he stares at the hand clenched tightly around his jacket sleeve, pulling him out of his daze, worried eyes look at him over the white mask, before he adverts them, looking at the caramel pudding cups in his hand. A pained expression is concealed behind his mask, heart still pounding in his chest from the fear of turning around to see that Atsumu had wandered off without a word. It’s something that has happened before, moreso recently, but still not something he can ever come to terms with nor can he get used to the paralyzing fear that wraps around him, tightly squeezing around his lungs, when he thinks of Atsumu being all alone and afraid. Out of the corner of his eye he can see concerned expressions on other shoppers' faces, a look he’s used to although he hates that he is, he can’t blame them, the whole scene probably looks bizarre to an outsider. He looks back at the blonde, tapping his own jacket pocket to signal him to do the same, thankful Atsumu had the foresight to put letters in his favorite jackets. He watches Atsumu unfold it, as he’s done dozens of other times, the edges faded, eyes moved back and forth across the page like a typewriter and Sakusa feels like he’s on the edge of his seat, waiting for the ball to drop, unsure of what he would do if he looked back up and was still unsure of who he was. The life starts to fill his eyes, dull brown slowly brightens into a radiant shade of hickory, the uncertainty on his face melts into something more relaxed. “Omi.”

- - The warm lighting gave the small restaurant a comfortable feeling, one similar to being home after a long trip away or a warm blanket fresh from the dryer wrapping around one’s shoulders. Sakusa was surprised at how pleasant the shop was, when the setter first suggested going to his brother’s place, he didn’t have high hopes, he was still a Miya after all, but he could admit when he was wrong...to himself. Onigiri Miya was very well established, seemed to have a steady flow of regulars popping in after work, the employees were all well trained, making him feel like he was at a family event rather than dining out. Sakusa enjoyed seeing this Atsumu, the more relaxed version of himself, not having to worry about the press or fans, worrying about maintaining an image that best reflected their team. Here, under the soft yellow lighting, he was just Miya Atsumu, just a man on a date, dressed way more business casual than usual, trying to impress him. His jaw clenched when he saw a female employee batting her eyes at Atsumu, practically whining about how she hadn’t seen him lately, and without hesitation asked if this was where the blonde took all his dates before pushing himself up from the table. The setter quickly asked if that would bother him that much and Sakusa hated the way his cheeks heated up and stomach twisted in knots. But what he really hated was the way the next words from Atsumu’s mouth calmed him instantly, effortlessly erasing any trace of doubt he had in his mind, ‘but no, just you Kiyoomi.’ - -

“Who are you?”

Atsumu asks, shoving himself away from the body next to him, panic raising the volume of his voice too loudly for the late hour, Sakusa knows he should’ve just slept in the spare bedroom where he has been for weeks, but he can’t say no to Atsumu’s pouty face. The moon barely casts any light on his features, but Sakusa can still see the fear embedded in his expression, a fear he’s only ever seen once before, it had been in the hospital right after the accident when he had woken up. The doctor had slowly pointed at the few people in the room, Atsumu taking only a few moments to answer, “Mom. Dad. Osamu,” but there was hesitation as he stared at the man removing his mask. They told him it was fine, not to worry about it, but something in the man’s face screamed at Atsumu to remember, so the blonde pleaded with the doctor to give him one more chance, swearing he didn’t forget. He watches Atsumu run his fingers through his own hair, tugging harshly at the strands as if that would force him to remember, tears lining his eyes when he sees Sakusa trying to hand him one of his letters. Sakusa hates this, hates feeling hopeless, hates seeing the one he loves so terrified, but what he hates most is that there’s nothing he can do to alleviate any of Atsumu’s pain, he can’t magically trade places with him so that he can have a happy normal life again. He sniffles, dragging his sleeve across his face, trembling hands gripping the paper, sobs breaking up his voice when he finally looks back up, the moonlight illuminating the wounded expression on Sakusa’s face. “Omi-kun.”

- - Grocery shopping with Atsumu was much like grocery shopping with an energetic toddler. He didn’t believe in lists, opting to be more of a ‘wander around the store until he found what he needed’ and only about 5% of what ended up in the cart were things he actually needed to get, the other 95% were things he saw and decided he needed; the impulse buys at the register were truly invented with Atsumu in mind. The approach was vastly different from Sakusa’s, he had a list, had the store mapped out in his head and a game plan for getting in and out without wasting time. Atsumu waited and waited and then waited some more for his boyfriend, who to him, was just staring blankly at the skincare products before whining for him to hurry. The outside hitter shuttered when the blonde told him that he just used that 15-in-1 stuff they sell, prompting extra products just for the setter to be placed in the basket. Sakusa found himself taken aback when Atsumu grabbed the mint-flavored chapstick for him, mumbling something about knowing what his partner liked was part of the job. Saying it was hard not to know the exact brand when there was a tube of it in every room of Sakusa’s apartment, in his locker at the gym and always had two on him. Atsumu made sure to note he really enjoyed the way it tasted when they kissed and how soft his lips always were which got him hit with the cart. Sakusa found butterflies fluttering against his ribs when Atsumu turned around, a bright smile on his face, saying, ‘we’re like an old married couple, Omi-kun.’ - -

“Who are you?”

Atsumu asks, tears streaming down his face, breathing rapidly enough that Sakusa swears he’s about to start hyperventilating. He tries to reach out, tries to bring comfort to the last man he thought he’d fall for, but the only one he can see himself with now, but it’s only met with resistance. He’s shoved away, the blonde adding distance between them as if he was scared of the other man in the room. As if the hands that only wanted to soothe his sorrows, that only wanted to gently caress his lightly tanned skin, as if the same hands that just wanted to mold their future together would be used to hurt him. Atsumu is terrified, careless moving around the room, bumping into the couch, then the lamp, knocking a framed picture of them off a side table, ignoring it all with only desire to be away from the man whose onyx eyes are full of anguish. Sakusa’s thoughts begin to fill with days from happier times, ones filled with witty banter and cocky comebacks. Days when Atsumu stated Sakusa wouldn’t be as hot with the glasses he’d need from reading so much and Sakusa claimed they’d probably break-up if Atsumu ever learned how to read. He misses when eye rolls said ‘I love you’ and nose kisses said ‘I’m sorry’ and every room in the apartment was filled with proclamations of a forever together. The trembling voice that leaves Atsumu’s lips crushes Sakusa, but what breaks his heart is when Atsumu looks back up at him, finally finishing the letter they keep on the fridge. “Kiyoomi.”

- - Sakusa had a plan, it was all written out, everything fit into a schedule he made and then Atsumu entered the picture and nothing went right. They were starting at 8am, half of the team was there to help move Sakusa’s stuff first since his place was further. According to his schedule around 11am, they’d be at Atsumu’s, which they were, but much to Sakusa’s horror most of the boxes were empty. The only thing that saved the setter’s life was Osamu and Suna offering to help pack boxes, which ended up being the two of them just throwing things in boxes while Atsumu half-ass labeled them things like ‘soft things’ and ‘under the bed’. It was nearly 3pm by the time they got his stuff boxes, loaded and moved into their apartment, way past the designated time on the schedule. He wanted to be mad, to tell Atsumu that if he wanted to throw plans aside on the court that was one thing, but he couldn’t just do whatever he decided in their relationship, it wasn’t just about him. But then he watched the once large looking apartment start to feel smaller, filled more and more with their belongings, an empty place turning into a home, and suddenly his moving plan didn’t seem that big of an issue anymore. He watched Atsumu nervously walk over to him, squatting down in front of him, Sakusa teasingly asked if he was going to present him a pebble like the Adelie penguin did in the documentary they watched last week. Trembling hands pulled out a small box, a gentle smile on Atsumu’s face, two silver bands sat in the now opened box, ‘not a pebble, but still a symbol of my love, Omi.’ - -

“Who are you?”

Atsumu asks, sitting up a bit in the hospital bed, tilting his head as the man who appears to be his age walks in, confused because Osamu hadn’t mentioned anything about having any visitors today. Lately his vision’s been getting blurry and he’s dizzy more than he isn’t, so the doctors admitted him for a few tests which crushed him. He thought that he had been doing a lot better these days, clearly that wasn't the case. Osamu starts to get up from the chair that’s right next to the bed, but a cautious Atsumu quickly grabs his jacket sleeve, although his brown eyes never leave the obsidian ones that are locked onto him. Even after pulling down his mask to show his face, the blonde still looks to his twin for the answer, for comfort to extinguish the anxiety that starts to consume him when he’s faced with the fact he’s once again forgetting something. But that something always seems to be too important to be so forgettable, making him feel even worse as his eyes scan the letter Osamu pulled from his own pocket, too scared to admit he doesn’t even recognize the handwriting. Sakusa knew they were on borrowed time, the doctors had told him this would be a possibility, but being told something will happen never matches how it feels when it finally does and no amount of preparation could have gotten him ready for this. Pulling back up the mask, he hides the way his face twists up, how he bites down on his chapped bottom lip to keep it from quivering when hickory colored eyes find him. “Sakusa.”

- - Atsumu looked up at Sakusa, who had one hand absentmindedly ran fingers through his yellow locks while the other held a book he’d been reading, a relaxed expression on his face. Onyx eyes flickered down to reddish-brown ones, a seemingly pleased smile tugged up the corners of his lips, shifting his focus from the paper pages down to his partner, simply saying ‘yes?’ Atsumu turned, pressing his face into Sakusa’s stomach, words coming out muffled before he pulled back, eyes about to cry before Sakusa placed a hand on his cheek, thumb gently caressing his cheek, asking what was wrong. The blonde started to tell him about a movie he watched years ago with his mom, it told a story of a man retelling his wife their love story because she had forgotten it due to some sickness and that he’d been thinking about that a lot lately. He told Sakusa that he had written down some of his favorite memories that they’d shared so far, that way if anything ever happened, he’d be able to hear about them again, that he’d probably imagine it was the two of them while listening to Sakusa reading them to him. What shocked Sakusa most was when Atsumu asked ‘if I ever forgot you, how would you introduce yourself? If I looked up at you and said, ‘who are you?’ and without any hesitation his partner answered ‘the one who loves you most.’ Atsumu’s nose scrunched up as he smiled, it was Sakusa’s favorite smile of his because it was so sincere, and proudly proclaimed, ‘I’m the one who loves you most too, Omi-Omi.’ - -

“Who am I?”

Sakusa asks, a soft smile on his face when he removes the mask and baseball cap he’s wearing, he had come straight from the airport without time to change. The caretaker greets him before excusing herself from the room, making sure to tell him that Atsumu’s had a good day today, but he doesn’t get his hopes up. He stopped getting his hopes up when Atsumu had to quit the team, when the blonde’s things were packed up and moved into his brother’s apartment, when the man he loved became a shell of his former self. Atsumu watches Sakusa, long legs carrying him to the edge of his bed, slowly getting a feeling like he should know the answer. It doesn’t matter how hard he stares at the man, how many times he gets distracted by the two moles on his forehead or the thought of running fingers through his dark wavy hair. He doesn’t know. The force that his heart is pounding has him sure that the man on the edge of his bed can hear it, his skin breaks out in a cold sweat that mirror a cool morning’s breeze, a stark comparison to the heat he feels as his lungs constrict making it harder to breathe and the warm tears that flow down his cheeks like a summer rain storm. Atsumu doesn’t know how, but there’s something about the ebony colored eyes that feels wrong. The way they seem to be searching for something lost, how lifeless they look when he feels they’d look so much better if they were shining instead of filling with tears when Atsumu’s words finally fill the small room. “I don’t know.”

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[luna-redamancy]

Obsession {Thranduil x F! Reader}

Authors note: So, this is a more happy-ending version of my Thranduil fic ‘Crazy’. It is nearly three times as long and my best fic yet (in my opinion). Note: I am writing a part two that will have smut if anybody is interested in that.

Warnings: Yandere themes, obsession, nothing too crazy

Word Count: 3043

Part Two (Smut)

The sun spilled over the tree branches, golden light highlighting a halo around her head. The aged book made her hands look so delicate and small as she read page after page, her mind far from reality as she delved deep into old lore. She was perfect. Thranduil stared with infatuated eyes, his chin propped up on his hand as he watched from a few trees away from her. Her features were ethereal, it seemed impossible for her to be human, but Thranduil knew she was sadly so. 

He watched as her concentration was broken, the change in her eyes as she drifted back into reality, confusion overtaking her features. Listening closely, his eyebrows furrowed as he heard several females walking down the path, their high pitched cackles filling him with disdain as he watched her slowly rise. 

“She’s such a bore!” The taller one groaned, holding her arms over her head to cool off from the sun’s heat. 

“She never wants to do anything, she only wants to stay at home and read her books.” 

Her expression changed from excited to confusion, hurt lacing over her features as she rested her head on the thick oak’s trunk. 

“I don’t see why you both keep trying to invite her out then,” The smaller one spoke to the other two girls, huffing her hair out of her face. “You only asked her to be your friend so you could possibly court her brother instead,” She reminded, “-And then he died with the rest of his travelling company whilst going to Esgaroth.” 

Biting her lip, she sank back to the ground, clutching her book to her chest. Unshed tears lining her eyes as she processed the conversation she heard. 

“Interesting…” Thranduil mumbled, a smirk forming on his face. “She’s even better than I thought.” 

Thranduil watched as his angel packed up her belongings, her gentle smile now replaced with a narrow frown as she disappeared from his sight.

“Soon my starlight, very soon.” He promised, as if she was upset about having to leave him. 

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The market was scuttling, people scurrying from one stall to the next, filling their wooden baskets with produce and trinkets to take home. The air was filled with the smells of sauces and freshly baked goods, the hollars of vendors trying to sell their goods filled your ears as you slipped through the crowd, your empty basket clutched to your chest as you avoided getting trampled over by the crowd. 

Taking a deep breath, you smoothed out your skirt before you approached your favorite vendor, the farmer. 

“Good morning Lady (Name)!” He greeted happily, finishing wrapping up some freshly made cheese. 

“Good morning,” You responded with a small smile, examining the lettuce. “I have a deal going on today, five items for one silver coin.” 

Your eyes widened in shock, “Really?” You questioned as you felt your smile widen as well. “Must’ve had a wondrous harvest then?” You asked as you grabbed lettuce, a tomato, a few carrots, and a stock of celery. 

“Wondrous indeed.” He smiled at you as you passed him the coin from your purse. “Well, may good harvests continue to find you.” You bid your farewell as you move further down the market stalls.

“Oh my…”

“Is that--”

“King Thranduil!” 

The crowd was reduced to gasps, everyone bowing once they saw their king approaching on his mighty elk. A small gasp left your throat as you saw him approach, carefully adjusting your skirt to bow as well. Thranduil held a gentle smile on his face, waving away everyone’s formalities as he dismounted. 

“Now now everyone, no need to get into a fuss,” He teased as he began looking through the stalls, a thoughtful expression on his face as everyone went back to their business. 

“Looking to start a new project?” Old Lady Idra questioned you as you approached her stall, eyeing the silvery blue ball of yarn. “I was thinking of making a new blanket for my bed, the winters have been getting colder and colder,” You explained, looking at her selection. 

“Is that so?” Thranduil’s voice startled you, making you drop the yarn ball you were holding. 

“My apologies, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Thranduil apologized while he picked up the yarn ball, carefully placing it in your hands. 

“Oh no, no need to apologize, My King.” You bowed your head in respect, moving to get out of his way so he could examine Idra’s stall.

“No need to move, I apologize for interrupting. I was concerned when you said the winters are getting colder?” Thranduil frowned slightly when he noticed you wouldn’t look him in the eye. 

Carefully tipping your chin upwards, Thranduil grinned when you finally made eye contact. A blush formed on your cheeks as you smiled back. The smell of him filled your nostrils, his beauty stunning you from being so close. A warm feeling bloomed in your stomach as you two locked eyes. “Ah,” Snapping yourself out of your trance, you nodded, fighting the urge to drop your gaze. “Yes, the winters are getting colder. At least on the northern tip of the kingdom...” You explained carefully, not knowing how the southern half was faring weather wise. 

Nodding Thranduil removed his hand from underneath your chin, fighting the ever growing urge to pull you into his embrace. Your voice rings like a beautiful melody in his ears. “Well, thank you for letting me know. I will arrange for more firewood to be sent up north when winter gets closer.” 

Nodding, you gave him a smile as he stepped away from you, Lady Idra watching with a quirked brow.

“Well… I better get going.” You announced, giving him and Lady Idra a nod, fishing through your purse to pull out a few coins to pay for your yarn. 

Thranduil’s larger hand overshadowed yours however, placing a gold coin on the counter. 

“Have a wonderful day, ladies.” Thranduil dismissed himself, giving you a fond smile, his hand twirling a strand of your hair before he made his exit. 

“What in Valar’s name did you do to catch the King’s eye?” Idra questioned, a knowing smile on her face as you shook your head, a vibrant flush on your face. “I wish I knew,” You laughed softly, holding your basket close to you as you bid her farewell, you too exiting the market.

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The day felt like it went by in a blur, thoughts of Thranduil drowning your being as you rested your head against the wall above your bed. Your knitting needles and yarn being long forgotten. The memory of his smell, his beauty and the intensity of his gaze now burned into your mind.

“Thranduil,” You mumbled, the very mention of his name soaking your tongue like fine wine as your mind wandered, daydreams of a future together blurring your reality. 

“How I wish you were mine,” Your eyes slowly opened, half-lidded as you stared out the window. The kingdom standing proud amongst the trees, a demented sigh leaving your lips as you reached out to press your hand against the cool glass.

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“King Thranduil,” Thranduil’s advisor knocked softly on his study door, opening it once he received a grunt in response. “You asked to pull all documents pertaining to (Name), of (Father Name)?” 

“Correct.” Thranduil’s advisor knew not to question his reasoning for wanting such documents and handed them to him. “Here they are. Birth records, land deeds, reports, anything and everything that mentions her name.” 

“Thank you, you are dismissed.” 

Searching through the documents, he felt closer to you than ever before. Knowing where you were born, how large your family was, what you did for a living, who you lived with, if you were married. He couldn’t wait to ask you more personal details though, things that aren’t documented.

Did you prefer white wine or red? What books were your favorites, and why? What did you love to do on a rainy morning? Who did you love? 

A coy smirk formed on Thranduil’s face as he sat down the documents. Remembrance of your smile, the blush forming on your rosy cheeks, the lovely sound that is your voice consumed him. Looking out his window, Thranduil imagined what your home looked like in the north, how desperate he was to be by your side at every waking moment. 

“My queen will soon be home, where she belongs.” Thranduil vowed, making servants passing by pause in fear. Fear for the life that would be disrupted as a result of a toxic obsession. 

“Very very soon.” He muttered to himself as he filled a goblet full of a blood red wine. 

That night you were left restless, wanting to lay in bed with your eyes shut as your imagination wandered through crafting scenarios with your beloved. 

As dawn rose you lifted your eyes from their curtain of darkness, watching as hues of dark blue shifted into ones of gold and red, a gorgeous sunrise to soften the blow of reality. 

A frown etched on your face. “He’s a king,” you reminded yourself, “At least you can dream…” You recalled the words of your so called friends only a day ago, “He wouldn’t want such a bore anyways.” 

Fetching your shawl, you covered your shoulders from the cold as you walked down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Cutting up your tomatoes, you jolted as you heard the doorbell ring, wincing as you felt your blood rise to the surface of your finger.

Cursing you brought your finger to your mouth. “Coming.” You called out, pulling your shawl tighter around you as you moved to open the door. 

“King Thranduil?” You gasped, pulling your finger out of your mouth. “W-What do I owe the pleasure?” You questioned, realizing just how much of a mess you looked in front of him. “My apologies, I wasn’t expecting anyone…” 

Thranduil had to pause. The way the early morning sun hit your bare collarbones, how your hair was slightly ruffled from sleep and so carefree looking pulled at his heart. Clearing his throat he gave a small smile. “Forgive me for showing up unannounced, I wanted to check to see if you slept alright? Last night was particularly cold and I recalled you saying your blankets were no longer adequate.” 

“Oh!” You shook your head with a smile. “I didn’t get much sleep I’m afraid, but I was plenty warm.”

Thranduil heard every word you spoke, but his attention was now focused on your hand cradled to your chest. “You’re hurt.” 

“Ah, yes… The bell startled me, I was in the middle of preparing breakfast when you arrived, I knicked my finger,” You held up the finger, showing the perfectly rounded bulb of blood on the tip. 

“Oh my… Because of me,” Thranduil surmised, moving to carefully hold your hand in both of his, successfully pushing his way into your home. 

“Oh no, not at all!” You hurried to correct yourself, not wanting him to be upset. 

Instead of responding, Thranduil brought your finger into his mouth, sucking off the blood with a determined look on his face as a blush formed over your cheeks. “Oh my…” You muttered, your heart fluttering in your chest as you gulped. 

“Because I caused your injury, I must atone for your pain… Would you like to join me for breakfast?” Thranduil spoke once he removed your finger from his mouth, concern on his features. 

“You don’t have to do that, King Thranduil, ‘tis no one’s fault but my own.” You smiled, despite your internal self screaming at you for denying his offer. “I wouldn’t want to further interrupt your morning.” 

“I just wanted to help you... I just wanted to be there for you...” Thranduil muttered, dropping your hand, refusing to meet your eyes. 

“I’m sorry, I clearly overstayed my welcome.” Thranduil stood stiff, the rejection of your words seeping into him like knives as he moved to open the door and take his leave.

“No, no, that’s not it at all,” You called out, moving to grasp his hand, tugging him back to you. “You’re a king,” You began to explain yourself, “I’m just a lowly girl, a bore… I don’t deserve to even be in the same room as you, much less deserving of dining with you… Do you see?” Your eyes held sadness as you forced yourself to realize your reality. You were just a lowly girl. No chance to be with a king. No matter how your obsession for him threatened to consume you. 

“You see yourself as lowly?” Thranduil furrowed his brows, his heart pounding at your declaration, his heart hurting at the thought of you thinking so lowly of yourself. “My darling, you are a goddess, a gift from Valar…” Thranduil cupped your cheeks, wiping a tear that you didn’t know had even sprung from your eyes. 

“I know you don’t know me well.. But… I want to tell you I love you until my throat bleeds. I want to hold you close on dark endless nights, make love to you until the sun rises, celebrate feasts of starlight with you until time itself ends.” 

“King Thranduil---”

“Thranduil, just call me by my name my starlight,” Thranduil all but begged, pressing his forehead against yours. 

“T-Thranduil… How long have you felt this way?” Your heart was erratic, your soul howling for joy at the thoughts of your love being requited. 

“Since the moment I laid eyes on you, darling.” 

Instead of responding with words, you responded with action, pulling him closer by the nape of his neck, your lips coming together in a passionate dance. 

“Let me love you?” Thranduil questioned against your lips, relishing in the feel of your skin against his. “Always,” You mumbled in response, pulling away ever so slightly, brushing your noses together as he tugged you closer. 

The past week felt like a blur, after Thranduil confessed his love for you, you two have been inseparable. Your belongings were moved into his castle that evening, and your life changed overnight. 

Going from wearing homemade skirts and dresses to luxuriously made dresses just to your measurements, you felt like a princess in a fairytale. 

“Lady (Name)?” A servant called from outside, worry clear in her voice. “Yes?” You responded after putting on the earrings Thranduil gifted you the first night you stayed in his castle. 

A relieved exhale left her, knowing you lived through another night. It was no secret what their king did to the brides that refused his ‘love,’ nor was it a secret of how brutal their endings were. 

“King Thranduil requests you join him for breakfast.” 

Smiling you brushed your hair with your hands one last time. Excited to know he wanted you to be with him. 

“I’ll be out in a moment, is he in his study?” You questioned, knowing he liked you two to eat outside of prying eyes. 

“Yes m’lady.”

“Wonderful, thank you.” You smiled despite the fact she couldn’t see you, listening to the sounds of her feet pattering down the hall until she was gone.  

Walking down the hall, you smiled at each servant you passed, waving slightly as you maneuvered the twists and turns of the labyrinth of a castle. 

“Thranduil?” You called out, your knuckles rapping softly on the door of his study. The sounds of books falling over within his study made you jump. “Thranduil, are you okay?” You questioned, pushing open the door. 

“No!” Thranduil yelled out, turning to push you back as you began to enter. 

“My love, what’s wrong?” You questioned again, fear in your eyes as he looked at you wildly.

“You weren’t supposed to get here so quickly…” 

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, looking to the mess of books on the floor behind him. “I’ll help you clean up and we can have breakfast okay?” You reached out to cup his cheek, a smile on your face. 

Thranduil’s wild expression dissolved as your hand touched his cheek, nuzzling into your hand and pressing a kiss to your palm. 

“I’ll clean it up, don’t worry about it my starlight, it’s okay,” Thranduil urged you away from touching them, causing you to laugh. “It’s okay darling, I don’t mind, it’s not like they’re going to hurt me,” You joked as you sunk to the floor to pick them up. 

‘Immortality,’

‘Necromancy’

‘Human Mortality’ 

The book titles made you curious, tilting your head as you lifted them up. Then you noticed how quiet Thranduil had become. 

Placing them back on the bookshelf, you turned to face him only to jump, noticing how close he was to you. 

“Thranduil?”

“What do you think of those?” Thranduil questioned, memories of his previous love’s voice alarming in his ears, the refusal of his affection still stinging his heart despite having a new love to focus on. 

“They are… interesting topics,” You smiled, not too sure where he was going with his questioning. 

“What if…”

You tilted your head as he struggled to seem to find the words to say to you, his chest beginning to heave with panic.

“Thranduil, my love, calm down…” You spoke softly, rubbing his arms up and down.

“What if… I was able to find a way to make you immortal… To be with me forever?”

Your silence was deafening, Thranduil’s own thoughts began to swirl in his head as you struggled to find your words.

“You love me that much? That you want me to be with you forever?” You questioned, your stomach flipping, your insides feeling warm as happy tears sprung up in your eyes.

Thranduil’s eyes snapped to yours, his thoughts of rejection and murder leaving him as he processed your reaction. “I’ll do whatever it takes if it means we’ll be together forever, my sweet.” He responded while wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“I’d do anything for you,” His words were laced with honey yet lined with barbs, the meaning of his words sweet yet unnerving as he pulled you into his embrace. 

“I love you,” You mumbled into his chest, moving your own arms to embrace him in return. Your words shooting lightning into him, his eyes widening as euphoria surged through his being. 

“-And I you.”

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#5

i love theorizing about who the secret syndicate member but like it’s absolutely plausible that techno made the fifth member up and is now off-camera Desperately searching for someone not in the middle of their own plotline to join his anarchy book club

1743 notes • Posted 2021-05-10 06:06:40 GMT

#4

peak humor is minecraft youtubers drinking like. a waterbottle with facecam on and their editor adding the minecraft drinking noise on top of it

2061 notes • Posted 2021-08-11 23:20:04 GMT

#3

is the script like,,,,,a shared google doc???

does techno ever log on to see whats up at like midnight and dream is just. there. and they have to vibe side by side as they work on the lore

dream just fucking with techno on the google doc and techno taking it seriously

wait no opposite way around techno is just writing "and then i take over the smp" on everything and dreams like "STOP this is SERIOUS i have to be COOL and INTIMIDATING"

someone in the uk is working on it early morning and like somehow sends an alert to everyone and every american logs on and writes "fuck u" and then Leaves

every 12 hours bbh logs on and deletes the swear words tommy writes all over it

theres an entire page and a half that ranboo keeps adding lore to  

techno just "and then i steal tubbos nukes and blow up the smp The End"

3043 notes • Posted 2021-02-07 22:02:26 GMT

#2

just found out pigs are red-green colorblind which would be Hilarious for techno if redza shows up

4088 notes • Posted 2021-05-06 19:18:33 GMT

#1

i love when techno always has chat in his head in fics and stuff, but he’s not always streaming. i propose an arguably funnier option, where every two months or so 300,000 voices just fuckin pile into his head like “What The Fuck Is Up, Pig Man???” and stay for like an hour then leave

4648 notes • Posted 2021-09-15 01:28:37 GMT

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Day 18: Engineering our own misfortune

https://homestuck.com/story/2939

It never occurred to me until now that being betrayed by Jack Noir, the first person to accept him for who he is in a sense, is probably a signifcant part of the reason why Karkat is so angry. It’s probably ironic that the Blood Player’s relationships all have a tendency to disintegrate. Poor guy.

All but one of Karkat’s coplayers will either die, betray him, abandon him, or break up with him before the adventure is over.

More after the break. CW: This one has some suicide mentions in it.

https://homestuck.com/story/2950

WV and the other Carapacians may have some instinctive level of awareness of the players’ classes and aspects - while their legend is ensconced in Carapacian Lore, WV instantly senses the narrative presence of the Thief of Light.

https://homestuck.com/story/2960

Now here is something interesting. I just picked up on it, even though it has actually been present all throughout - when the Narrative addresses WV, it addresses him with information he almost certainly could not know - in a call and response fashion! While he’s jumping from one thought to another in terms of John’s different correspondents, the way that he phrases his dialogue suggests that he is aware of what the Narrative is addressing him.

https://homestuck.com/story/2962

And by all accounts, what he is viewing here is not the literal material events as they unfold, he’s literally looking at the same panels we are.

https://homestuck.com/story/2974

Vriska’s gloating here has always given me chills. It’s in moments like these that she really shines as not just a bully but an authentic diabolical mastermind who is, at least at this point in the story, utterly indifferent to the lives of other people.

https://homestuck.com/story/2975

Vriska’s external locus of control excuses her of feeling guilty about creating Bec Noir. While she is 100% responsible for it, that doesn’t mean, in her mind, that she should suffer any consequences for it (although she’s perfectly happy to take the credit for creating him, it seems.)

https://homestuck.com/story/2992

I’ve always thought that the Dream Bubbles were an extremely cool plot contrivance - semantically linking memories together with dreams and death is a really cool bit of linking.

https://homestuck.com/story/3008

Just as Jade has had effectively no parent to help her find her way in life, she will now have to suffer a sprite who cannot give her advice either. She remains alone.

https://homestuck.com/story/3010

Bec, to a greater degree than perhaps even the Seers, is directly cognizant of interruptions by Command Prompts.

https://homestuck.com/story/3017

I’m starting to be able to actually pick up the themes of the whole Exile plotline.

It seems, in general, to be a parable on power and authority, with each of the Exiles representing one kind or another. You’ve got WV who aspires to be first among equals, democratically elected, a community leader and organizer.

You’ve got the White Queen, who fits classical tropes related to the Good Monarch, a symbolic authority.

You’ve got the Peregrine Mendicant, whose take on governmental duty is more that of a functionary - her self-concept is as someone who does what is needed.

And then you’ve got the Aimless Renegade, who, as a Mad Max Type wasteland cop, could be read as either a playful parody of eighties and nineties copaganda, or as a criticism of copaganda, or both - government as the State, an enforcer of constructed order.

Of all of them, it’s clear that WV and PM’s takes on power are the most useful. The White King and Queen are quickly slaughtered once Jack arrives, because without their magical mcguffins, they remain little more than walking talking symbols.

AR is an interesting case though, because his defining character moment is that he hesitates to follow his orders, and while it could be argued that everything that ensues is his fault for not being stone cold enough to do what needs to be done, I’d argue that his hesitation is admirable - Jack escapes to live another day, and the Mayor survives. The Mayor’s infectious compassion ultimately saves his own life through the AR’s refusal to let him die by destroying the command stations in Cascade, because AR is not willing to trade lives.

https://homestuck.com/story/3040

I’ve never been entirely clear on whether the Dark Gods should be considered evil or simply incomprehensible, morally uncategorizable - in any case, the unique nature of the Kids’ session seems to preclude an ordinary relationship with them. By all accounts they also seem perfectly happy to help Rose create the Green Sun as well, sowing the seeds that will grow into Lord English, their own murderer.

Whatever they’re up to is extremely unclear, and they mostly seem to be a wildcard. I’ll have to see if any of my Homestuck chums have thoughts about the Horrorterrors. With the exception of the Dream Bubbles and their ability to facilitate interaction between the living and the Dead, talking to the Horrorterrors seems to be at best an exercise in facilitating inevitable misfortune - they seem to be all but completely useless.

I suppose learning how to navigate the furthest ring comes in handy exactly once, since it enables the kids to fly to the Alpha’s universe.

https://homestuck.com/story/3043

Rose’s pessimistic dissatisfaction manifests in two ways during this conversation - the first is her contemplation of self-destruction. Along with her suicide mission, one of the very first things she mentions about Doc Scratch is that he wants to die - which clearly fascinates her. The other thing is that, suspicious of the version of truth that Skaia presents, and lacking an anchor, she is very easily swayed by characters who offer her an alternative truth.

https://homestuck.com/story/3045

It has just occurred to me that while Rose doesn’t do anything directly to harm her co-players the way that Vriska does, the main actual thing that they have in common, that I was having a hard time putting my finger on, is actually another parallel between the two of them and Aradia - by allowing themselves to be manipulated by forces of evil beyond human comprehension - Doc Scratch in particular - Rose and Vriska both make manifest all sorts of misfortune. In Aradia’s case, it’s her continuous manipulation by the voices of the dead.

Both of them create nearly all of their own problems, and while they’re at it, create immense amounts of suffering from other people who happen to be in the vicinity. And, according to the rules of the Alpha Timeline, both of them therefore give their assent to their misfortune. The Alpha Timeline is, of course, the same as the Glub Glub trap - if you refuse to participate, you are destroyed, but participation is horrible.

https://homestuck.com/story/3055

Couple things.

The first and most obvious is;

Monkey see, Monkey do.

We’re starting to see the fallout of Vriska’s attempts to acculturate Tavros - she’s tried to force a square peg into a round hole, and has had no luck. Tavros doesn’t fit her vision of an ideal troll, and he never will; that’s not the kind of person that he is.

The use of the word hero is what’s important here. Notice especially the way that he draws a line from physical fitness and personal worth - the ability to do important things that you want to do has become Tavros’ idea of how to self-actualize. He has internalized Vriska’s toxic ideas.

The other thing is that while Grandpa may not have literally committed suicide, but he is clearly emotionally checked out of life - playing Indiana Jones when he’s away from home, and interacting with fantasy women at his tea party, instead of engaging with his real life granddaughter.

Suicide’s a touchy subject, one which Homestuck touches on. As I’ve already said, I’m not going to touch on the Epilogues or HS^2, both of which also touch on the subject. It’s not a central theme, I don’t think, although either killing themselves or waiting around to die recur multiple times as possibilities in the minds of different characters, particularly the Lalondes and Striders. I’ll have more to say about each individual instance, but in both the insincere threat of suicide Rose uses in her early strife, and here in Act 5, the act of self-destruction is not motivated by despair, but by spite - for Rose, self-destruction would be an act to spite someone else who wants her to exist.

Grandpa Harley’s complete emotional absence from the life of his loved ones might be called a bit of emotional suicide. Checked out of personal reality completely to pursue a life of fantasy (and to facilitate Sburb), Grandpa Harley may as well have been dead from Jade’s perspective, even before he died.

https://homestuck.com/story/3056

The link between being a Hero Coolguy and Romantic (Reproductive) Success is drawn very neatly by Tavros, but because the premise is false, the conclusion is also false.

https://homestuck.com/story/3059

Vriska immediately calls attention to the way Tavros is parroting her behavior because of her influence - without all of the chest-beating and saber-rattling that Vriska does, the skillfully executed showmanship of being aloof and confident, there’s not that much difference between what Tavros tried to pull just now, and what Vriska has always done - even repeating her romantic faux-pas.

https://homestuck.com/story/3078

And we’ll pause here, before I get to another walkaround, which I will do tomorrow.

Not a lot that inspired me to talk in the 150 or so pages I got today. Lots of action in Act 5, but less emotional meat to dig into.

For now, it’s Cam signing off, alive but not alone.

[yurupedia]

本日は日本城郭検定公式キャラクター「シロッぷ」について。

石垣に頭をぶつけ、記憶をなくした。 気がついたら見知らぬ場所で家族ともはぐれて、名前も生まれた場所も思い出せなくなった。 名前を思い出すまでの仮の名前を募集し、シロッぷと名づけられた。

https://www10.atwiki.jp/yurupedia/pages/3043.html

[pieman1112]

I have added new about pages! One for Spartan-197’s A.I partner S.T.A.R and for a side character code name Rose

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[theminorthread]

Day #3043 Tones On Tail - Tones On Tail I asked my wife yesterday (as she was wearing a love & rockets shirt)if she loved this band as much as I did. To my surprise she said she had never heard of them. I was like the same two dudes from bauhaus that formed love and rockets ARE this band. Then I played her a song and she said, oh yeah I know this... I included a song sample on page 3 if anyone else was in the dark. #tonesontail #loveandrockets #bauhaus #beggarsbanquetrecords #minorthread #tshirtwars #1982

[renes-seiferd]

I just realized that I’ve miscalculated the dates and the comic should actually take place in 3043 and not 3044 as Renes is 14 during the Mute and the Machine and apparently since the first chapter was supposed to take place on monday, it’s actually january 9 and not january 7 so I’ll have to retcon the dates. I can’t math. =_= At least I won’t have to edit that many pages, but still... *sigh*  =_= Also I should probably decide the birthdays for other characters too to avoid making similar mistakes in the future. I’ll try to get the pages edited soonish.