#Void’s colors of chaos

[voidvendetta]

Date night!

I asked my friend what do draw lambert in and they sent me this jencuenfuenduenduenduenduenduned

#Pretty happy with how I drew them here! Sadly it’s also one of the worst things I’ve drawn #PLEASE CLICK TUMBLR!S QUALITY….IS OUT TO GET ME #cotl #cult of the lamb #narilamb #NARILAMB POST REAL! #true devotion #Narinder x the lamb #Lambert #cult of the lamb lambert #cotl lambert #cotl narinder #Void’s art #Shitpost #shartpost #void’s doodle of destruction #Void’s colors of chaos #Narinder

[a-ramblinrose]

✨ A Very Happy Birthday to The Color of Magic!!!!!✨

 💖 40 Years of Discworld sounds like a reason to reread doesn't it? 💖

#The Color of Magic #Terry Pratchett #Discworld #book photography #books #Reasonably Priced Love and a Hardboiled Egg #Current Reading #The Colour of Magic #Not Out of Void But Out of Chaos

[nellandvoid]

gang

enjoy my three-for-the-price-of-one deal on gravity falls ocs! they don’t all exist in the same universe (praise be, i think it would explode) but i thought it would be kinda fun to draw them together!!

in color is under cut!

#nell's void #gf oc #gravity falls #gravity falls oc #gravity falls ocs #oc: diane orosco #oc: silvia herrera #oc: eleanor backle #verse: in the beginning there was chaos #oc names are in order! #and yes the one in the middle is the oc i posted earlier #just a younger version :) #also i haven’t decided if eleanor should be from 2012 #or post series #anyways! chaos family #most designs are final #but color palette isn’t for diane

[ragtimedrakes]

saw people doing this on twitter and I love having opinions (link)

#I think this list makes it seem like I enjoy alliance raids more than I do #I generally don't like doing them. but I suspect my refraining from them makes me enjoy the good ones much more #honestly rabanastre could be lower but I do enjoy the final boss and the chariot guy #ridorana is one I don't do basically ever but I love the vibes. and I love the final boss #my opinions on the myths of the realm raids were already expounded upon #I don't have strong opinions about the nier raids BUT I do enjoy tower. except for red girl #but even she's fun for the chaos of it #dun scaith is pure fun to me. I don't remember mhach AT ALL but void ark is so damn boring #I honestly find lota a bit fun but u know how it is with crystal tower. always funny to wipe in it tho #wod is honestly fine too but again. crystal tower. wiping is rare but #my opinion of it is colored by the memory of that one run where a bunch of people just started complaining abt something #in the middle of cerberus. for no reason. #syrcus is BORING

[flecks-of-stardust]

god those bosses that look like hell to actually fight, but have absolutely stunning design concepts,,,,

#watching skurry play kirby and the forgotten land #and they’re fighting chaos elfilis #fecto elfilis was cool enough but asyshaush #i LOVE that i can’t decide whether it has ears or wings. the colors. the proportions. #the staff attacks!! the void portals!! the fucked up sky effect!!! #and then it turns into a giant fuck you orb with lasers and that lab lady’s voice echoing repeatedly in the background!!!! #i would have thrown my laptop at a wall trying to fight it but holy god i am so into this design

[chimeracomplex]

tfw you love the outer space so much while you find endless joy and comfort in it that you're more than happy to make your own fun lil' personal religion based on it 💖✨💖✨💖✨

#💭 #/// #// #/ #[ ✨ : if the people on this world don't get me then I got the stars and planets and all else in the space who does xoxo ] #[ much love to Earth though they deserve so much better than what humanity had and has given to them :c ] #[ but yeah I'm sooooo excited to do more with figuring this stuff out ] #[ I was thinking about my origin story with Chaos / Void and Cosmos / Universe ] #[ with Time and Space and Antimatter being the guardians of the celestial order and it's just so chefs kiss ] #[ also been thinking so much about Jupiter who's the Solaris deity of home and strength and protection ] #[ and Jupiter being trans... obsessed with the image of his planet that was in trans colors through near ultraviolet light! ] #[ ugh my love and care for the outer space is truly endless <333 ]

[myztikcloud420]

Rifts through the Void

#the void #rifts #chaos #destruction #spiral dimension #vivid colors #richness #eye candy #mentally satisfying

[nailartandsuch]

#longer nails #nail polish #nail art #nails #fall colors #fall #leaves #autumn #another post? #in the same day!?! #blame procrastination #productivity in weird places #my life may be decending into chaos and my future seeping into the inky black of the void #but at least my nails are done! #my nails #me #hand model

[midnightjelly]

you ever just feel like screaming into the night as you try to unscramble your brain thoughts in the middle of the night?

i realize it's probably not the best option (especially when campus security is likely to spot you), but is an urge that must be suppressed until a "better" is presented

ya know?

#you ever just want to scream into the void #journal #sleepy #idk what im doing #why am i like this #i need a nap #hi! welcome to chili's! #colors #chaos

[dewdropdinosaur]

Green May Be His Color

ALASTOR x READER

Summary: Alastor has a crush on you and gets...shall we say - possessive.

Warnings: Make-out scene and implied smut. Rating PG-13

For the dearest @anon-of-the-void

REQUESTS OPEN

In the bustling underworld of Hell, where demons and overlords roamed freely and the souls of the damned wander, there existed a peculiar yet charming figure known as Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon. With his toothy grin, a penchant for chaos and macabre humor, he was a force not to be trifled with. Except by one. 

Amidst his devilish and intimidating face, there lay a side and secrets only known to one other: Rosie, a fellow overlord and Alastor’s best and one of few friends. Rosie was well-acquainted with the inner workings of Alastor's mind, particularly his peculiar fascination with a certain dead mortal soul named Y/N. Y/N was unlike any other sinner, with a charm that transcended the boundaries of Hell itself. She had caught Alastor's attention with her old fashioned wit and grace, though he dared not confess his infatuation with the cannibal town resident.

Little did Alastor know, his affections were not as clandestine as he believed. With mischief gleaming in her eyes, Rosie concocted a devious plan to bring the two together.Rosie, with her sharp wit and mischievous nature, saw an opportunity for amusement. She knew of Y/N's fondness for tea and gossip, often indulging in such pastimes with Rosie herself. 

One evening, as the flames danced in the infernal sky, Rosie extended an invitation to both Y/N and Alastor for a tea gathering at her lavish abode. Unbeknownst to Y/N, Rosie had already informed Alastor of the rendezvous, igniting a spark of excitement within the Radio Demon's heart.

As Y/N arrived, her presence brought a sense of warmth to the dimly lit room. She greeted Rosie with a warm smile, unaware of the scheming glint in her friend's eyes. Alastor, ever the gentleman, tipped his hat in acknowledgment, his crimson eyes alight with hidden desire at the more free flowing attire his secret paramore was wearing. 

The tea flowed freely as conversation drifted from trivial matters to the depths of the underworld. Rosie, with her quick wit, subtly steered the discussion towards matters of the heart, all the while casting knowing glances at Alastor. The Radio Demon, though adept at masking his emotions, felt a tinge of unease stir within him. He knew what Rosie was playing at and was thankful for the oblivious nature of his crush. 

As the evening progressed, Rosie's playful banter grew more pronounced, her words laced with feigned flirtation directed at Y/N. Alastor, unable to contain his jealousy any longer, felt the inferno of emotions raging within him. With a sharp inhale, he rose from his seat, his gaze locking onto Y/N's. Rosie, with her devilish grin, played her part to perfection. She engaged Y/N in playful banter, leaning in a tad too close, and fluttering her lashes in feigned innocence. Alastor, observing from the sidelines with a mix of amusement and jealousy, felt his heartstrings tug tighter with each passing moment.

As Rosie's antics escalated, to actually near caress and Y/N embracing her friend back - Alastor's patience wore thin. Unable to contain his emotions any longer, he stepped forward, his presence commanding the attention of both Rosie and Y/N. With a flourish of his cane, he rose and coughed loudly. 

“Pardon me ladies, may I borrow you for a moment Y/N? I wish to discuss something outside.”

“Oh..of course Alastor. One moment Rosie.”

Placing their cup down on the side table, Y/N rose and followed Alastor down a long hallway till he stopped abruptly. 

In a moment of recklessness born from desperation, Alastor pinned Y/N against the nearby wall - encasing them between his arms as closed the distance between them in a swift motion, his lips capturing Y/N's in a fervent kiss. The room fell silent as time seemed to stand still, the air thick with anticipation.

After the kiss, Y/N's heart raced with a mixture of surprise and warmth. She pulled back slightly, meeting Alastor's intense gaze. Each one’s breath heavily with affection and lust.

“Alastor... I... I didn't expect…”

Alastor, his crimson eyes ablaze with a possessive fervor, cut her off before she could finish. “Expectation is for the mundane, my dear. But your presence in this infernal realm has ignited a spark within me that defies logic and convention.” 

“I suppose love has a way of doing that, even in Hell.”

Alastor's jaw tightened, a flicker of jealousy crossing his features as he glanced towards Rosie, who observed the scene with a knowing smirk and a low growl. 

“That infernal minx... She knew exactly what she was doing, toying with my affections like that.”

Y/N chuckled, placing a reassuring hand on Alastor's arm “It's alright, Alastor. Rosie's just... playful, you know?”

Alastor's grip on his cane tightened, his frustration evident as he struggled to rein in his emotions, gritting his teeth.

“Playful or not, I won't stand for anyone else trying to claim what's rightfully mine.”

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at his possessive declaration, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she whispered softly, staring at his lips. 

“And what exactly do you consider to be "yours," Alastor?”

Alastor's gaze softened, the fiery intensity giving way to a tender warmth as he reached out to cup Y/N's cheek.

“You, my dear. Your laughter, your company, your... affection. All of it. It belongs to me, and me alone.”

Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her eyes locked with Alastor's in a silent exchange of understanding and acceptance.

“Well then, I suppose you'll just have to keep me close, won't you?”

Alastor's lips curled into a devilish smirk, his possessiveness giving way to a newfound sense of determination as he leaned in close once more. 

“Oh, you can count on it, my dear. I intend to keep you closer than anyone else ever could.” Slamming his lips back into hers, that hallway ended up being taken of its innocence. 

And as Rosie listened on with a satisfied smirk, she knew that her mischief had borne fruit, paving the way for a love that defied the very fabric of their world.

#romance #hazbin hotel fandom #answered #vizziepop #alastor the radio demon #radio killed the video star #request #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel alastor x reader #alastor x reader #alastor imagine #alastor smut #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #help me this fandom has a hold on my soul #rosie hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel rosie #cursed cat alastor #rosie the cannibal #ha ha fuck me Alastor

[voidvendetta]

NO CO-OP?

#Ln #little nightmares #ln3 #little nightmares 3 #tarsier studios #bandai namco #Art #artist in tumblr #Little nightmares memes #Shitpost #shartpost #crappost #megamind meme #No madiens #Memes #artist on tumblr #voids doodle’s of destruction #Void’s art #Void’s colors of chaos

[a-ramblinrose]

“There was, for example, the theory that A’Tuin had come from nowhere and would continue at a uniform crawl, or steady gait, into nowhere, for all time. This theory was popular among academics.

An alternative, favored by those of a religious persuasion, was that A’Tuin was crawling from the Birthplace to the Time of Mating, as were all the stars in the sky which were, obviously, also carried by giant turtles. When they arrived they would briefly and passionately mate, for the first and only time, and from that fiery union new turtles would be born to carry a new pattern of worlds. This was known as the Big Bang hypothesis.”

― Terry Pratchett, The Color of Magic

#quote #The Color of Magic #Terry Pratchett #Discworld #The Colour of Magic #Reasonably Priced Love and a Hardboiled Egg #Current Reading #Current Reading Quotes #Not Out of Void But Out of Chaos

[clockwayswrites]

Danny/Constantine, blue, petrichor

@void-of-unparalled-chaos

WC: 537

It was a fucking cliché, that’s what it was: a dark and stormy night. No moon in the sky, lightning jumping between heavy set clouds, and the steady beat of rain.

Constantine shrugged deeper into his trench coat.

At least the rain was helping settled the dust from the building coming down.

He cupped his hand around his cigarette, desperately trying to light it despite the damp conditions. He’d need a smoke to get through this conversation.

Those things are going to kill you, the voice echoed through him. It wasn’t a mental voice spoken into his head, no, this was a voice that was all around Constantine. It vibrated through his very bones like he was inside it.

The voice laughed. Against his own determination to be in a bad mood, Constantine felt something inside of him unwind at the sound.

Inside of my voice, the being pondered, obviously having latched onto that thought. Maybe. If you take me to dinner I’ll let you properly be inside me tonight. And Mi Casita doesn’t count. I want somewhere I can actually sit down.

“Luv, you haven’t even got legs at the moment,” Constantine pointed out and gave up lighting his cigarette. He wouldn’t get it to light if the other didn’t want him to.

You know I can. You like my legs very, very much when I have them.

Well, they weren’t wrong there.

John stubbornly ignored that and gestured with his woefully unlit cig. “Done for the night then? Not any more ruin and destruction you need to rain down across the city?”

Rain drops caught in a light that didn’t exist, flashing like stars for a moment. Oh, you’re miffed at me.

“Miffed? Miffed? I’m fucking pissed, mate!” John said. He ignored the feeling of air pressing around him like a caress. “Do you know how long I’ve been looking into this lot?!”

The rain drops scattered in light again but this time the ‘stars’ stayed. Colors started to catch in the water like a fain rainbow or aurora. It was beautiful, but they they always were.

“Now they’re a fart in the wind and I’ve not a bloody chance of figuring out what they wanted!”

You. The force of the word had John shivering. The world wrapped tighter around him. The colors started to condense. They wanted you and they cannot have you. You are mine, John Constantine, Hellblazer, Laughing Magician. You belong to me.

John swallowed. “Possessive much?”

There was that laughter again. The echoes of the sound stopped existing absolutely everywhere and instead came mostly from the person-shaped mass of colors that was forming in front of John. You like it.

John harrumphed.

“You do,” the voice came from a mouth now, one John could barely see inside of the form of color and light and stars. They leaned in and pressed that newly existing mouth to John’s.

He closed his eyes.

The light still bled through his lids like a supernova.

“You knew what you were getting into with me.”

John sighed and opened his eyes to glare at partner. “Danny, mate, I assure you that no one ever knows what they’re getting into with you.”

Danny just laughed, the git.

#dp x dc #danny fenton/john constantine #danny/john #prompalomp

[daytaker]

The Gang's Tumblr Pages

Inspired by this and my own reaction to it.

Lucifer

Perfectly curated, perfectly formatted, and whenever there's a major change to the tumblr format, he simply leaves the website altogether in a huff of peacock feathers.

Lots of HD photography of nature getting reblogged.

Has an extremely complicated and specific list of tags he uses for every single post.

He only reblogs text posts that are sufficiently visually appealing. Very few meet his high standards.

You could look through his entire blog and not learn one single thing about him except that he's a perfectionist to the point of neurosis.

He has a lot of professional art blogs following him.

Mammon

Oversharing oversharing oversharing!!!!

He regularly gets himself in trouble by shouting about the shit he's done into the void of the internet.

Tried to have a tagging system but forgets about 7/10 times.

Reblogs himself all the time to say "AND ANOTHER THING!!!"

He hates looking at the actual blog pages. The text is always so tiny and some of them start playing music and changing his mouse into a weird shape? No thank you.

He has very few followers and he doesn't really care. Who goes on tumblr for the social element? Weirdos, that's who.

He's insanely easy to troll with anonymous asks. Everyone has done it. Even Lucifer, though he wouldn't admit it.

Some of his best asks:

"did u just post that you're okay with the idea of ponies and unicorns breeding. like no shade on that conceptually but why."

"If you reblog another 'reblog this for good luck' post, I will personally break down your door and steal your skin."

"ur ugly" "yeah-huh" "ugly" "no i won't 'come off anon and fight u' whhy don't you come ON anon and fight me?" "'i don't know how' sounds like something a chicken would say"

Leviathan

He just makes a blog like one of us. Fandom stuff.

Except he's multifandom to the extreme. It's impossible to keep track of his interests because he always has so many simultaneously.

He has the most followers of the brothers just because he gets so deep into so many fandoms that they come rolling in.

He has blocked all of his brothers except for the twins. They're okay.

His blog is a chaotic mess but there is order within the madness. He has a masterpost of tags that explains everything if you care to look at it. (I don't recommend it.)

Satan

It feels stupid to even put this in writing but...cat pics. Endless cat pics. That's like 90% of his blog.

The other 10% is a mixture of book recommendations and analysis, Lucifer shade, and a comprehensive, ever-expanding list of shit Lucifer has done to make Satan angry. It's a very long list. It's organized by theme.

"Lucifer inflicts unjust punishments." "Lucifer makes unnecessary snide remarks." "Lucifer simping for Diavolo and MC (pathetic)."

His blog itself is very minimalist and clean.

He's another fastidious tagger. He tags the cat pics by color, breed, age, number of cats, setting...

Asmodeus

He's not very into tumblr. It's like Devilgram but more complicated and less popular.

Sometimes he'll post or reblog 'aesthetic' things. Moodboards and the like.

In general though, he doesn't really 'get' tumblr.

People don't post selfies very often. Weird.

Beelzebub

Food blog.

Just food.

Reblogging hot dogs.

Reblogging nachos.

Reblogging ice cream.

Nothing else. Ever.

Belphegor

"This minimalist Tumblr has no posts."

No posts.

Default profile picture.

Sometimes he'll like something.

Usually he just looks at it.

Diavolo

There is no order. Only chaos.

He hardly ever uses it, then he'll come online and reblog a million things that have nothing to do with each other. Then he'll go silent again.

He has no tagging system.

He has no custom theme.

He is very friendly to all anonymous askers though.

Barbatos

Barbatos would never have a tumblr. Don't be ridiculous.

Solomon

He only posts very rarely. He prefers to lurk.

When he does post, it's something weird as fuck, like reblogging statistics about owl pellet contents.

He likes to keep people on their toes.

Simeon

Reblogging inspirational quotes, pictures of nature, and general positivity.

That is, once he figures out how the website works.

That takes a really long time.

What is a queue? What are tags? Why is it called a "reblog"? How does he track activity? How does he navigate the homepage? Why does it post things in such a strange order? What is a "Blaze"? What is a draft? Custom URL? Custom Theme? Sideblogs? Mass Post Editor?

Someone please help him.

Solomon probably does that.

Luke

Baking.

He uses tumblr for recipes and images of baked goods.

But tumblr isn't even the best place to go for that, so he isn't on very often.

He sometimes likes Simeon's posts, just as a show of support since he knows how hard Simeon works to post anything anywhere.

#tgr #the gang react #ensemble #text post #lucifer #mammon #levi #satan #asmo #belphie #beel #diavolo #barbatos #solomon #simeon #luke #obey me #obey me! #obey me hcs #dthc #obey me hc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me asmo #obey me satan #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos

[theodorequartz]

Hazbin hotel various x reader

[ His Companion ]

Prologue: A companion

Alastor walked to the empty streets of hell. The sky red and hollow. A circle illuminated the endless bleeding sky, it's a symbol which represents the ring of a sin. The sin of pride. What a beautiful sight, Alastor grinned.

Sounds of footsteps are the only thing that is heard aside from Alastors delightful humming and the sound of blowing wind. The streets empty and silent. Corpses scattered to the ground, blood painted to the plain concrete. Some buildings burning red with fire adding to the red complection of the sky, but not enough to copy it's sheer velvet color. It looked beautiful. The crunching sound of the burning materials adding to it almost made it calming.

Alastor twirled his microphonenic staff. His red eyes glitching as he wiped his blood stained lips, his wide monstrous grin never leaving his face. His golden sharp teeth glinted from the light of the fire as he licked them clean from the metallic wet liquid.

With a snap of his finger, an eyeball appeared. It was a beautiful shade of light blue with white iris. Alastor hummed. The color reminded him of what supposed to be the color of the sky in a warm sunny day back in the land of living. He rolled the eyeball in his fingers. This eyeball belonged to a friend back in the surface. What a shame. They were such great pals to. If only they didn't get in his way.

Alastor crushed the eye, leaving nothing but red mush in his hand. The blood was warm, almost burning in his hand as he watched it drip down the already bloodied concrete.

It's only been a day since his death and a day since he started killing demons, bringing chaos, destroying turfs, broadcasting it all throughout hell to show his power. All citizen in hell must know which demon not to mess with.

The whirling sound of the radios around him echoed through the silence matching the chuckles released from his breath.

He looked up at the sky once more, his grin widening further. He spread his arms wide, presenting himself in this new world he now stands in. He laughed out loud, the buzzing sound of radio joining in. In response, radios around him released glitching sounds mixed with ear piercing ringing of microphones. This is power.

A sudden glowing light flashed from the sky. Like a twinkling star in an endless red void. It pulled Alastor in. Just as a siren lulling a fisherman further to the sea.

The glow faded, swallowed by the dominating color of red as it fell down. Alastor watched as a figure emerge from the light, falling a few distance away from him. The pressure from the fall created cracks from the concrete.

Alastor walked towards the figure. His each step becoming faster as he neared. He stopped.

In front of him was an angel. Pure white wings scattered to the pavement, contrasting the corrupted bloody red of his victims remains. White robes stained with the said blood and dust and scratches from the fall. Glistening [color skin] tattered with scars, old and new. Silky shoulder length [hair color] covering half his face. Long lashes hiding his eyes as they were shut asleep.

Interest surged through Alastors core as the crystal white wings slowly turned obsidian black. His pure robes corrupted into an ashy color. Alastor saw the fallen angel shifted and whimpered in his sleep. Alastor crouched down, lifting his hand to brush the silky hair away from his face. Alastors fingers glazed through the angels cheek. His skin is pleasantly cold against his warm ones. Alastors hand retreated and he rubbed his fingers.

The angels eyes started to open. Golden eyes peeked through the luscious lashes, it looked straight at Alastors bright red ones. The feeling of those beautiful eyes look straight at him send shivers to his bones pleasantly.

Without breaking eye contact, the angel sat up. Wings resting at his sides, the angel looked up at Alastor. Silence stayed between them. Still looking into each other's eyes, they examined each other. They looked deep into each other's soul.

Behind the echoing silence. An agreement. An understanding.

Alastor reached his hand out.

The angel finally broke eye contact and looked at the hand reached out for him. He lifted his hand.

As their hands made contact, a promise was made.

I shall be your companion, and you shall be mine.

[ Hello ! This is my first post on Tumblr! I came from Wattpad so apologies for my mistake. You could come see my stories there! @TheodoreQuartz0001 is my Wattpad account! ^^]

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel x reader #yandere alastor #alastor x reader #male reader #helluva boss #helluva boss x reader

[meraki-sunset]

having a hard time explaining grimdark and trickster to a friend

think you can help?

they get godtier just fine but the other two keep confusing them because right now they think

grimdark = chaos in anarchy sense, but trickster = chaos in haha funny meme sense

Sure, let me see…

GRIMDARK mode is described by Doc scratch as “going completely off the deep end in every way”.

It turns your skin an unnatural dark gray, and in rose’s case to be surrounded by a dark aura, while jade had a spacey green aura.

It’s basically a black magic power up deeply connected to the horroterrors, a state of mind that comes from letting them influence a broken mind. For Rose, it was the death of her mother, and then trying to reveal the horror terror’s secrets. For Jade, she was heartbroken, but also she got mind controlled into entering the grimdark state by the condesce, who is also connected to the horrorterrors.

As an extra, Hussie described Eridan as also going into grimdark when he began murdering people, tho his case must’ve been more symbolical, as he presented the perfect scenario to become grimdark, the complete loss of hope, waiting for Jack to kill them all (due to his title being prince of hope, ergo Destroyer of hope) added to Feferi breaking their moiraliance talking with Sollux, being the detonator for his broken mind, and him being a Derse player, so his dream self was around the horroterrors and had interacted with them prior, he was also interested in magic like rose, had a wand just like her and sought for answers about, like her. He just lacked the connection to the horroterrors in that crucial moment.

So Grimdark is basically when the horroterrors cause the player's most primal and violent tendencies to be pushed to the forefront

The grimdark is also described a “the fabled blackdeath trance of the woegothics”. So a dark trance that people like Rose and Eridan are inclined to fall victim of (in my opinion)

TRICKSTER mode, in the other hand, is described by Calliope as something that brings out your full potential, that brings all your walls down and puts all your inner thoughts in the outside and all your creative power in your hands. It strips you from all social and mental barrier.

It gives you reality altering Powers, allowing you to jump from place to place, probably dimension hopping, manifest objects and makes you super happy and candy colored to the point of losing grip in reality

The problem is that cherubs are very different from humans. For a cherub, who is supposed to fly around in the endless space protecting/destroying a certain part of the void, and its inhabited planets, feeding of black holes, fighting entities to death to ultimately mate in the shape of a big ass snake, a juju that’s basically drugs that can make you forget every wall you built up floating around space alone, and move forward as a happy missile ready to find a mate sounds good. But humans are social creatures, and cherubs are not. Cherubs don’t answer to anyone and don’t have Friends, they don’t need to follow any social cues. Humans built their relationships carefully, and they have secrets and barriers to protect themselves and others. They hide things like crushes and resentment and problems, because well, for the sake of peace, for the sake of not braking every relationship they have. That’s something that Calliope and Caliborn never fully grasped and understood why the kids came to hate the juju when they woke up

So that’s all I could gather. Essentially they are different kinds of power ups, opposite to one another at their core, BUT in both the person isn’t fully there and is being guided by primal instincts, be it rage/sadness or Hope/happiness and they both have consequences in the user because neither is supposed to be used on humans or even trolls.

#homestuck #csau extra #homestuck info #grimdark #trickster #homestuck trickster #homestuck grimdark