#the makara sisters

[nuctua-larc]

Alright it was really only a matter of time with this one

[tudirkulosis]

beta trolls!!

feel free 2 use as icons or whatever (just credit me)

[p1nkc4tb0t]

none of y’all asked for it but here’s the full list of what my sister calls the homestuck characters i introduced her to

Aradia- radiation 

Tavros- train

Sollux- Sollux Captor/“the one you like”

Karkat- the pouty kid/karkalicious

Nepeta- kidney

Kanaya- “can i eat your shoes?”

Terezi- four eyes red face/red eyes four face

Vriska- hot topic rizz

Equius- muscle man

Gamzee- Lady Gaga

Eridan- Michael 

Feferi- the fairy

Rufioh- emo train

Mituna- skibidi toilet

Kankri- the pouty kid’s brother

Porrim- pregnant lady

Kurloz- Stitch

Cronus- Harry Potter/coronavirus

Meenah- Mina from MHA

John- John Cena

Dave- Dave Cena/The Not-So-Cena Cena

Rose- “my lawyer”

Jade- Jade Mountain Academy 

Jane- Jayden

Dirk- Dirk

Roxy- Roxanne Wolf

Jake- Jake Cena

tell me what character i should introduce her to next guys

[tuuuuuuuua]

bababbabababsbhahdbdb okauu so im thinkin ogf draiwbg sum of yhe trolls w lidk vlothing styles for them so tz scene vk emo n idk but uh ya. im planning on doing nep in a specific style i saw but forgot the name of bit ill figure it out and i have a slght idea for eridan (i was gna say js dan but idk if u guys wud kno what i was sayin) but ill have yo get a better grasp on wat im rhinkin

[funlazoid]

Colored version of a doodle I made

[splickedylit]

please tell me more about the stuff in the tags of your last fic, I love xenolinguistics! What if brother and sister were just correlated do to our gendernorms? What is sister in Alternian?

I mean, to be clear, that post is an excerpt, and far from the full fic which is still in process! But uhhh let's see. So in the tags you're addressing, I said

"what if 'motherfucker' and 'brother' are translated different but they're related words in alternian…. #what if 'brother' and 'sister' aren't different words theyre just translated in english based on gender but there's no distinction actually #it's all the word I tend to translate as 'kin'/'family'/'fam' but gendered by english-speakers for comprehension"

My thought wasn't that there was a word for "sister" in Alternian, any more than a word for "brother"! In keeping with the minimal amount of gendering I try to do when I write trolls, I was thinking there could be a single word that just basically means "troll who is part of my 'family'", (although "family" here is its own kettle of fish on Alternia, more on that later). To a conversational learner of Alternian, it would be fairly natural to translate it according to the gender of the person being addressed, since calling someone "brother" or "sister" has more linguistic precedent than the gender-neutral address I've used in clown-fics before, which is "kin".

(I don't think I got that from canon, as far as I remember I came up with that because I wanted more queer characters and needed a gender-neutral church term of address for them, lol).

Bear in mind my worldbuilding is also partially predicated on the way I tend to write the clown church, which is a little more based on real life juggalos than some clown churches I've seen written in fics--I like the idea that purplebloods are still violent assholes to each other, but that they have a weird kind of cohesion, a default allyship with each other via the church that isn't quadranted and isn't necessarily in cahoots, but just expects a certain amount of kinship. "Family", or "troll-closer-than-friend", something that's not quite a quadrant but is closer than the average troll gets to have with other trolls, usually. I like the thought of other blood castes finding that deeply unsettling--and I also feel like it makes a certain amount of sense; both for the sort of weird troll equivalent of an ethnoreligious group and also for a comparatively smaller ruling class that has to keep the much more numerous, psionically-gifted masses in line.

But also as individuals they will certainly still challenge, undercut, and murder each other sometimes haha. They're Alternian trolls after all. ANYWAY

Terms of address in Alternian are actually a really fun concept, especially if I was playing around with the concept I talked about a little in later tags on that same post--that you can present yourself as a superior, inferior, or intentionally give zero inflection either way, which is risky in its own way if the person you're speaking to doesn't agree that you're equals. That actually meshes nicely with one of the few bits of xenolinguistics we do get in the comic, which is that apparently the troll word for "friend" is the same as the word for "enemy"! Which you could work in a couple of ways!

the word just essentially does mean "friend"/"troll I'm close to"--if you are actually friends, then cool. If not, it becomes more like a guy in a bar calling you "pal" and stepping into your space. Humans have their own dominance and submission tone indicators, and imposing closeness or familiarity on a person you aren't familiar with to that degree can be a threat in any language, so it would feel right to me if Alternian had the same thing but much more aggressively codified.

The word is understood as "friend" when it's said in a submissive/friendly/fawning stance, and "enemy" when it's said by a superior or dominant troll. This is actually also fun because it means that unless a highblood is explicitly lowering themself to use a less dominant tone, they're speaking to their social inferiors with pretty overt hostility.

To bring it back around to the original topic, I honestly like option two a little better--if any term of address can be dominant/hostile, submissive/fawning or neutral/equal, then Gamzee when he's introduced using the "equals" inflection of "brother/sister/etc" would carry on his canon vibe of not really acting like A Real Highblood. And then when murderstuck hit, he could drop all the way to a supposedly super friendly and harmless inflection on the "it's me :o)" sentences and an aggressive one on the "AND ALSO ME :o(" sentences.

"Motherfucker" is a fun one because carrying on the thought I was having in those tags, I was imagining "motherfucker" would be a very similar word in Alternian to "kin"--but smushed together with the Alternian for "fuck" and used in all sorts of ungrammatical ways. "Motherfucker" would make sense to me as an Anglicization of a word that in Alternian might mean something more like "(friend-closer-than-friend)fucker". After all, trolls don't have mothers--I think I've written before with the alternate headcanon that it refers to the Mother Grub, and is kind of profane/gross in that sense, but I also like the concept that part of the reason that we see so many purplebloods throwing "motherfuck(ing/er)" around is because they're also the ones who have a concept of "family" via the church, and a nonexistent translator was like "for readability I have not translated this literally but have instead used the nearest human equivalent" lol.

[savythenillerwaffer]

@kennamoly IT WAS WRITTEN IN THE STARS, I TELL YOU-

Here is the unedited image: https://www.deviantart.com/skellieskellie/art/Homestuck-Birthday-Game-439672103

[hcadlesshuntcr]

Never not thinking about big brother Eirnin....

[scribble-dribble-writes]

Circus ghosts

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Pairing: Buggy x female mermaid reader

Word count: 2000

Warnings: none

Sure princesses had to be guarded but you knew your every move was being watched. Who you talked to, where you went, you finally understood Buggy’s paranoia with having every word he uttered be recorded somewhere. You shook away the thought. It felt annoying to let him linger in your mind. After all the promises he had made, his actions only proved to be otherwise.

You weren’t his most valuable treasure anymore, knowing him it was well within his character to have had found something else that was more priceless, to let his mind wander elsewhere. Another more pestering thought propped up, after the four months that had passed now, he could be filling up his nights with other women.

They would be keeping him warm at night, holding him close like you had done once. You shook away the thought. With how difficult it was to even sneak away for a few minutes, you were never going to run into him now. So it was pointless, he was in the past, a treacherous past that wouldn’t let you forget how good it felt, how free he made your life to seem.

Helge was persistent now, trying every opportunity to get you to court him, trick you into it even. That was the mercourt. Pirates lived by a code, they had an honour amongst themselves. As much as they squandered and raided, there was a line they wouldn’t cross if they had sworn their allegiance.

But here, there was no code, there was no loyalty. It was barbaric. Nothing was wrong, the morality used to govern would change based on who sat on the throne and if no one liked you, you could be eliminated out of the boredom of the aristocrats that held their positions within the court. It was all based on the whims and fansies of the one who held the most power.

As much as the people believed you to be their powerful liberator, returned from the clutches of death. You were only a decoy. Theodora Slyvester was the one that had the mercourt wrapped around her finger. No one spoke of your parents, they were well forgotten.

The citizens were made to believe they had died in a ship wreck when they tried to flee the riot, but no one knew the truth behind the games that had occured in private. It was only you who was put of on a ship by some kind soul whose loyalty was your family line, they hid you amidst the cargo and sent away before the coup had begun.

Your parents portraits still hung in the hall of legacy that you took time to often to gaze at. They were just pictures now, nothing more. Your heart didnt stir, your mind couldn't remember how they sounded. All you could see was that you had your mother’s eyes and your father’s tail pattern. She had been a chief advisor but nothing else was written about her while your father had been a warrior. Your mother's history too shrouded in mystery.

With no other brothers or sisters, you were their only child, the only one in whose hands lied the fate of this family line. The pressure that settled on your shoulders was immense, it wasn’t just a crew you had to worry about it was a future you were unsure about. Did you have the right to reject all this? Would it ruin everything the people in these portrait had built? Your escape plans were futile and your heart was beginning to settle in this new reality.

You moved away from the portraits as you closed the book you were held about the history behind Makara's legacies when it began to bore you. You knew what privilege you held but the thirst after power and duty was never in your blood, so it felt like a trap chasing after ghosts to secure a life that didn't make you happy.

With the day of falling stars soon approaching, you felt stuck. You took action and executed plans, never took the time to scheme and strategize. Your fingers itching in impulse to seek the thrills of a fight, to move to the next step or eradicate all your enemies without any sweet talk. That's why you and Buggy worked well as a team. He made the plans, you brought it to life. You stopped yourself before you could reminisce him further.

You laid your head on the table to then place your hands over it. You laid awake at night, trying your best to fit all the moving pieces together, to try and create a way for yourself, to get what you want.

What did you want?

You were being indecisive again, your curse. You were trying to work with what you had and yet you weren’t satisfied with any of the outcomes. This was new. You were always satisfied on the pirate ship, never wanted more, day life was a bliss even with its mundaneness, your mind never longed for anything else.

Again, with the ship and the thought of Buggy's eyes. You groaned and buried the thought away as you sat up again.

Now, nothing made you happy. No one could make you laugh. Every day was the same as the one before that you lost track of time, months had felt like years. You pulled out a blank paper, your attempts at writing Buggy a letter was always useless cause you didn’t know what to say. Your pen hovering over the white sheet before you put it away, again.

Not that pirates read letters anyway.

You brought the pen back over the paper when you had an idea. Maybe you could draw him a map with a big ‘X’ pointing to where you were.

But you crumpled the sheet of paper instead and threw it to the side.

Would he still come?

This stupid question had never left you alone, constantly appearing in your mind as though you knew the answer.

You heard familiar footsteps behind you and it made you feel a bit better. “Theodora is ambitious as ever.”, Hassan spoke.

“What is she up to now?”, you got up to greet him.

He took care of the archives and with all the time you spent here, you were bound to become friends with him. He was three centuries old, only one of the few alive from him legacy line of the Banyans. His lineage were the first to inhabit Makara and though he still had a few years left in him yet. He helped you learn the intricacies between the four families that controlled the island and it’s people.

The Slyvesters, the Nerroceans, the Barracudons and the Banyans. Four tribes, four lineages that established the island three hundred years ago.

“She is not going to rest till you accept her son.”, He chuckled as he placed an invitation in front of you.

“Tell me there’s a way to get out of this.”, you frowned to which he shook his head.

“It’s tradition. A Slyvester always married a Nerrocean, together they would become the ruling pair.”, he stated as though it was obvious but that was where you never understood your family’s story.

“But my mother, she wasn’t from the Slyvester family.”, you said to which he hummed as a smile flitted across his lips.

“The most notorious pair I had ever seen. The first to break tradition too.”, he raised his brows.

You pushed away the book as your scuttled closer intrigued by his stories, he always had information that were at times left undocumented.

“Tell me more.”, you said eagerly which made him laugh.

“Your mother, I believe was a sea captain once, caught in a storm when your father saved her from a near shipwreck. That was how they first met.”, Hassan looked away lost in thought. Being alive for centuries had made him a storehouse of information but struggled with recollection.

“Your father, he was the only that could…”, he grew frustrated unable to remember what it was that he had wanted to share.

“Never mind all that, now about the ball.”, Hassan switched over to the more important matter.

"Not fair, you never finish any of the stories you begin to tell me.", you cribbed but he hadn't heard it.

“You have to go.”, he knocked his fist on the table as he passed you the envelope. You smiled as you took up the invitation.

“For what? It is going to be tedious, the music will be boring and the conversation extremely dull. Instead I could just stay here.”, you turned to him to put the invitation away when he didn’t take it from you.

“Sometimes I wonder if you’re as old as me.”, he narrowed his eyes at you, his spectacles sliding down his button nose.

“Maybe I am.”, you indulged his joke before he clicked his tongue.

“I need you to come back with all the new gossip. My legs aren't what they used to be, if I was as young as you, I would have been the life of that party.”, he chuckled.

“How else am I supposed to keep up with everything that happens here?”, he looked at you making his eyes look bigger just so he could convince you and gain your favour.

You conceded. “Fine, I’ll go.”, you picked up the invite again.

It was to celebrate Helge’s birthday, you heaved a sigh, you knew what that meant for you. He was going to make it the most glamorous event all in the hopes of winning you over.

-

You wore a lot more of silk than lace it made you feel at home, you wore your family crest since you were the only Nerrocean alive, there was no one else who could represent your house. The legacy of a thousand generations rested in your hands and now with no one to compete with Helge for the seat next to your throne. It was pretty much set in the eyes of the court and the people. A story designed by fate itself, that when a Slyvester yearned for love, the only Nerrocean was found.

Silver was the colour that Helge and his mother wore often to represent the colour of their family. Behind you was a dress sent for you to wear. Black velvet with silver fabric creating a sultry bodice, you held it up against you.

It made you look like an eel, ready to sting. Silver was never your colour and with every opportunity you got, you used it to never comply to the rules Theodora wanted to enforce on you. The only fun you had these days was from behaving the exact opposite she wanted you to.

So instead you chose to wear a scarlet silk dress. Adorning yourself with gold and pearls, you felt regal when you caught sight of your refeltion.

You were to be Queen and with how the future felt like it was set in stone, it would be for the better if you accepted it for what it was. That whether you liked it or not, this was your life by birth right. To uphold the heritage of your parents, that was the least you could do.

As you fixed your earrings, you composed yourself. Maybe it was time to change tradition just like your parents had done, to step into the spotlight having shied away from it for so long, you could ascend the throne on your own.

And even if you did choose to marry, it would be for the sake of duty rather than love. Maintaining your position here was just like when you hid in plain sight during your espionages. Now all you had to do was stay longer and uses the information you collected for your own benefit.

But when you retouched the rouge on your lips, an inevitable truth set in and you paused. Your love would always and only be reserved for one pirate captain, one that wasn't yours anymore.

You were escorted to the ballroom, the doors swung open and you felt a grin creep across your face. Everyone in attendance were in silver clothing, except for you. The murmurs began to spread, a few gasped but this had been the most thrilling so far. You held your chin up as you descended the stairs towards the main floor, at the base, stood Helge with disappointment etched into his face. This night was getting better already.

But he held out his hand for you and you took it.

“I take it the gown didn’t suit your style.”, he looked at you, his frown still evident.

“You don’t know me well enough to know what I like.”, you spoke to him while you smiled to the people around you as they greeted you.

“Is that a challenge?”, he asked, when you looked at him he had a smirk on his face with a raised eyebrow.

“You can take it as you like it.”, you said knowing well that all his surprises so far had been underwhelming.

You and him approached the center seat that had been set apart for you. You sat down while Helge still stood looking towards the gathering.

“It has filled my soul with joy to see you all gathered here for my celebration. But before we get started with the dancing and the festivities. I have a surprise for my beloved future queen, Céane Nerrocen.”, Helge turned to you as you displayed a strained smile, not sure where this was going to go.

My Queen.

It was jarring to hear it from Helge's lips when you had already heard it from the one you loved.

This surprise was another one of Helge's antics, it was getting tiresome. He clapped his hands together as the lights dimmed down, rushing back to his seat next to you, he leaned closer.

“I thought you could do with some entertainment and I’m sure this would be more suitable to your liking.”, he grinned turning towards the dance floors while you rolled your eyes.

His form of entertainment was listening to an orchestra that had trained whales to be their chorus members. All his choices lacked a certain magic you craved.

But when the music began to play, you heart stopped. The golden light was replaced with a pinkish red hue that made you feel like you had entered the tunnel of love back at the circus.

And then you watched the performers enter, jugglers, flame throwers, contortionists and gymnasts. All of it, you couldn’t help but move to the edge of your seat. Their flashy and colorful costume making you feel alive. For once Helge had finally succeeded to find something you liked.

But when the performers spread away into the crowd, there he stood. With his long coat, red shirt tucked into black pants. His blue hair contained under his striped bandana, his stance so self assured and confident, his smile brilliant as ever. He looked put together, his make up applied with prisicion, not to induce fear but to dazzle. As you gazed at his face, one thing was certain there was no sign of the impact of your absence in his demeanor.

You realized you had forgotten to breathe, your heart stuck in your throat making you speechless.

Buggy’s sparkling eyes however, were only on you, taking in your every reaction as though he was lying in wait to exact his revenge.

“Hello, fishtail.”, he put his hands into his pockets as the music raged around you. Helge and the guests were too focused on the theatrics that no one spotted the absolute way your face had paled. Only Buggy did because his smile vanished, his eyes could never hide from you that it let all the pain he harbored seep through, to long for you from across the room.

Hassan was going to love this twist, you thought.

[visualtaehyun]

What's in a name?

This has been sitting in my drafts for days now and I'm still not 100% on where I'm going but let's say this is an attempt to consolidate 'the names are mythological creatures' with the tiger symbolism surrounding Yi.

Disclaimer: not a native speaker of Thai, still learning 🙏

Let's start with the one everyone who's seen Cutie Pie should be familiar with already:

Lian Kilen Wang เหลียน กิเลน หวัง

กิเลน /gi len/ = Kilen or Qilin (like Kuea's bike) or Kirin (like Kuea's stage name)

- a chimera with the head of a (Chinese) dragon, horns/antlers, and the body of a hoofed mammal, except it's scaled

Makorn Chen มกร เฉิน

มกร /ma gawn/ = dragon; sea monster

- มกร can also be pronounced /ma ga ra/ -> Makara, as pictured next to the screencap of Makorn

- the zodiac sign Capricorn is called ราศีมกร /raa see ma gawn/ or ราศีมังกร /raa see mang gawn/

- both Capricorn and Makara are depicted as hybrid creatures, with a terrestrial front and an aquatic hind part

- มังกร /mang gawn/ is the word used for the Chinese zodiac sign Dragon, which is a Chinese dragon, as pictured on Makorn's tea set in the upper right screencap

Yi Phayak Chatdecha Chen อี้ พยัคฆ์ ฉัตรเดชา เฉิน

(-> more info about his and his sisters' full names here)

พยัคฆ์ /pha yak/ = tiger

In the ep. 1 opening monologue, Diao tells us exactly what the tiger stands for in this show:

It's an apex predator - but a solitary one. It's powerful and elegant - but hides profound sadness.

There's this Thai idiom- (bear with me here)

ชาติเสือต้องไว้ลาย ชาติชายต้องไว้ชื่อ

= Tigers must wear (keep up) their stripes. Men must keep up their name.

-which basically means that to be a man is to be strong, fierce, courageous etc. like a tiger and showing that for the world to see, like a tiger's stripes. A man has to make good on his name and reputation!

Not only is the show full of tiger imagery and tiger sounds for Yi's first name but he constantly mentions the Chen family (ตระกูลเฉิน /dtra guun chen/) and what they're known for:

I guess what I'm trying to get at is that Yi seems to constantly be torn between his tiger nature, the guilt and trauma he's hiding, and the expectations that come with his father's name - please kindly imagine this being highlighted black because I am convinced that Makorn's color is black which would explain why he (black; Yin) clashes with Yi (red; Yang) but not with Diao (yellow*; center, balance).

*this is clearly orange lmao but tumblr mobile doesn't have yellow so I gotta make do

Since I'm talking about colors now, I am legally required to consult the resident expert: @respectthepetty ✨️ (if you've long cracked the code on this show's colors then feel free to ignore this, I am Completely out of the loop for lack of time and a short vacation)

[paranormalcryologist]

I apologise for my crude wording, Arlequin. I didn't mean to offend.

Am I safe in assuming you're a Juggalo?

[quackityquackquackquack]

I have read Homestuck. My sister has also read Homestuck. We both know this about each other, and we both take psychic damage anytime Homestuck is mentioned.

Every once in a while, in casual conversation between the two of us, a clear opportunity to drop a Homestuck reference will rear its ugly head, and suddenly the tension in the room will raise from 0 to 100, as we try to continue our normal conversation while both dreading that either one of us could invoke cursed knowledge at any moment.

It is as if we are two dangerous criminals with a complicated history of ups and downs together sitting at a table with a gun between us, both knowing that at any moment, one of us could take the gun and shoot the other, but instead of dangerous criminals, we're socially awkward nerds with autism, and instead of a gun, it's Gamzee Makara.

[birchbow]

Your character designs are always so dang cool!!! Are the captain positions on other ships in the holy fleet challenged for like the position of GHB in a duel to the death, or are they appointed? (Some combination thereof?) The Orisoner looks so friendly, but I bet he’s brained somebody with that whimsical staff! I love that in the group shot Kurloz’s frame is almost a 2x scaled up version of Sister Waspclaw - his Gigantic Lankiness is just so fun. (Also LMAO at Kurloz being too prudish to claim his right to show tits! Honestly any time he mentions modesty standards being different a couple centuries ago it cracks me right up 😂)

Aw, thank you! :D Waspclaw is real small for a highblood, especially a relatively old and powerful one--smaller than pretty much all her pupated students, and a few of the pre-pupation ones! So next to Kurloz "Big Motherfucker" Makara, she's absolutely tiny. But does still manage to have more boobs than he does. Tragic.

RE: succession, it varies! It's pretty much always going to include some amount of combat--some of the variety where the loser is allowed to slink away and lick their wounds, and some where they definitely don't. Let's see. On a scale from most to least "Challenge To The Death"...

Definitely the Behemoth. It follows the same rules as the Grand Highblood challenge--if two trolls who want to be in charge walk into what passes for a captain's court on the Freakshow, only one is going to come out. Yozuna's not fast, and most trolls who ARE fast aren't nearly strong enough to make a dent in it even if they hit it--but the fact that Kurloz is big enough to really hit it hard and also came up specializing in speed and evasion is probably a real big part of the reason it hasn't made any attempt to challenge him for the throne, honestly.

Waspclaw. She's very lax with gutsy newbies getting fresh with each other and their superiors, thus the Joker's reputation for letting people get away with stuff, but stepping to her directly is SUPER dangerous. Make your gamble if you know you can get away with it!! But always know you aren't going to get away with it with her. :o) Plus, much like the Uderaks and Untoxxic, she works in poisons and venoms, and also she's heavily min-maxed into speed, so by the time you realize your challenge fight has officially been accepted, she's gone "well, they made their choice!" and you've been stung with something fatal.

The Abattoir. He isn't fucking around, although she also strikes me as very businesslike about it, and not inclined to be vindictive about the act of the challenge itself. I think the format is a little less "immediate fight to the death" and a little more "courtly duel" in keeping with both of his knightly sort of vibes. The exception being if you manage to draw blood on either of him, in which case shit flips very much into death-match mode. Also like. Hard-mode. You do have to challenge for both ships at once, and you will be fighting both of her. So like, considering authority over Elixir and Stardust features a lot of interfacing with the nonbelievers and doing Finance and shit, not a lot of people are jumping at THAT daunting prospect lol.

The Judgment. She wants to hear your argument for why the fuck you think you have what it takes to perform the physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually-taxing work of disciplining the wayward sinner-criminals of the church, and she's not getting any younger, here! If she feels like she's won her argument and the battle and you're inclined to back down in shame, she's not going to continue to press the point, but she will definitely openly think less of you for making a stupid and badly thought out attempt on her authority. She's as close as the church fleet gets to having a legislacerator taskforce, and she's just as stern and hard-assed as the Cruelest Bar, but also a large part of the Penitent's function is for flagellation and rehabilitation (???) of potentially-redeemable highbloods who've fucked up in ways that the church considers forgivable enough to give them a shot. She's down to clown (fatal) but also she's not an executioner necessarily.

Brother Libation. I drew inspiration from Il Dottore from the commedia del'arte, Bacchus, and the whole concept of drunken fist characters as an archetype, so if he's challenged he's got like... a 33% chance of just offering some kind of whimsical puzzle challenge that nobody ever manages to solve to his satisfaction, a 33% chance of just verbally convincing them to chill the fuck out by being a Cool Hang, and a 33% chance of bonking them heartily to the brink of death with his big spiky gourd.

The Orisoner wins for least deathmatchy. You can try to challenge, but you'll just get invited to come chill and vibe and just like. Really get into why you think your leadership will be hilarious and honoring to the messiahs, and what you think about art, and why you feel like you need captaincy to make the changes you want to see in the church and empire. If anybody attempts to escalate to violence, they'll mostly be met with a vaguely disappointed, surprisingly benevolent no-weapon-open-palms kind of rebuff, and if things continue to get more aggressive from there, the big spiky walloping staff will come out and be employed with startling effectiveness and skill lmao. But! If there were ever going to be highbloods inclined to take debate of best leadership policy over violence, it's the ones who decide they want to be theologians professionally. (Debate of best religious interpretation is a whole other ballgame, and gets aggressive here more than any other ship on the fleet lol). Orisoner in general though, would be one of the safer trolls you could be around as like, a human or a lowblood, if you had to pick a ship.

[deanmafia]

Headcanon voices: Gamzee Makara- Octopimp

GraveRobber- Repo! The Genetic Opera

Ok I know big jump but I kinda would want his voice to be a mix of both I mostly like sober gamzee’s voice for him too. (Yes I did hear the actor for graverobber is a weirdo I know i was heartbroken too literally was going crazy for him and then my sister dropped that bombshell on me can never be happy😭🙏)

[neftiigaz]

HEY!!! my wonderful @edikovryakov and I have been thinking about erigamtav for a very long time, just a couple of months ago. and so they came,,,, what if they had children

you ask who from whom and so on. I explain. eritav has a daughter, and gamtav has a son. tavros is a common parent for children. unfortunately or fortunately, we did not create a third, so erigam child, or erigam are too complex in relation to them and it makes sense to have a larva for them, well, sorry, there is no way

Edi the daughter of eritav was engaged in the creation and development as a person, and I was engaged with my son gamtav

Edi has already shown Tosya in his blog, and I will immediately tell you about him - the gamtav larva (by the way the fact is Tamzik and Tosya are sister and brother and similarly Gamzee for Tosya/Eridan is an uncle for Tamzik)

link to this post about Tosya:

homestuck style old reference;

his name is Tamzik Makara (or Nitram-Makara) and a simplified version of the name Tamz, Tamzee (he looks like a capybara what the hell is so funny and cool-)

by the way, on the t-shirt to the right of our point of view there is a drawing with ":0)" and then it is not visible eheh

the first design that was created back in April:

(bitch what a faggot he is-)

by the way, initially he should be a mutant with such a burgundy color

and sigh (perhaps it can be considered as relevant)

unfortunately, I didn't have enough strength to draw like Edi from whom did the genes, facial features, etc., I chose the text after all. it is difficult, or my native language is not English at all, but the main thing is that I am not burned out to drawing

well, let's continue. of course, logically, the genes and similar facial features got more from Gamzee, or he is a higher-blood.

Tamzik got from Gamzee from the genes:

★blood

★ hair (moreover, in adulthood, the troll will clearly have hairiness all over his body)

★ the shape of the horns (at the tip of the horns slightly flattens the wavy shape like a gamzee)

★ mouth and teeth

★ ears

from Tavros:

★ tail (or it looks slightly bullish)

★ eyes and eyebrows

★ the shape of the horns (massive and growing from the visical part of the head)

by nature, Tamz is active, playful, optimistic, maybe even a little rude. he is silly dog (just like his daddy makara)

and I even thought about the emo phase in his maturing (i.e. teenage) age,,,yeah

EMO PHASE RISE UP!!!!/j

probably that's all, thanks for reading the under-article

reblog is allowed!!!

[dalekdi]

modern AU where all clowns are one big family

GHB is the father of course. Others are his kids:

Chahut - 19, almost 20,  Kurloz - hit 19 recently, Marvus - 17, Gamzee - 13, almost 14, Barzum and Baizli - 12, Karako - 8. 

GHB is somehow connected to religion (and maybe organized crime) and Chahut often helps him at work. She’s most close to him among the kids. She also likes painting and photography. When father isn’t around, she’s in charge of the family. Also she’s the only child who calls GHB ‘father’ - others call him just ‘dad’. 

Kurloz is a chill guy who usually just minds his own business. Sometimes he also helps GHB at work but less than his older sister. He’s mute (lost his tounge) and a boyfriend to Meulin who can’t hear. They speak in sign language. All Makaras also known sign language but at different degrees. Kurloz also taught Karako his way of communication and they two are close to each other.

Marvus is a young rap star with pseudonim Xoloto (Zoloto). He’s not really into his father’s business and spends a lot of time with scene trainings and something like that. He have a friendly nature and never fights with his siblings. He also caries about his skin and hair more than all his family if put together.

Gamzee is... well, Gamzee. He sometimes invites his best friend Karkat over and when Karkat saw Barzum and Baizli for the first time he stared at them because he has never seen twins before. Gamzee himself likes to spend time with tweens - he calls Barzum ‘lilttle sis’ and Baizli ‘little bro’. He also goes to the same school as Kurloz have and knew little siblings/nephews/kids of people Kurloz knows from school. 

Barzum and Baizli usually spend time with eachother but like to hang out with Gamzee and Marvus. They like to play pranks at their siblings but usually Chahut aren’t included because she’s big and can kick their asses (figuratively). But they love her anyway. 

Karako is the baby of the family. He goes to special school where they teach him to talk and use other ways of communication. Usually he communicates with honking noises but also uses sign language and he can spell some words: yes, no, honk (as a word), dad, knife, clown, hurt, carnival, and something else. Among things he can spell is a lot of weird curses. He also friends with Wanshi who’s a nephew to his school’s principal. 

Besides all that, all Makaras are professional clowns. They often perform at streets juggling, showing tricks etc. They also host a yearly (or once-in-some-years) carnival. Mostly it’s GHB, but older kids help him with it.