#and it ends with gratuitous amounts of (non permanent) death and violence as well as none of them speaking to each other for a week

[vriskacircus]

newly obsessed with the idea of jane dirk vriska and terezi briefly becoming besties and that resulting in disastrous consequences for everyone even tangentially involved

#homestuck #it starts with dirk and jane avoiding jake and dave and terezi keeping vriska away from tavros at any cost #and it ends with gratuitous amounts of (non permanent) death and violence as well as none of them speaking to each other for a week #and a brief hateromance between jane and vriska that terezi and dirk spend all their free time trying and failing to auspisticize

[storyunrelated]

Blodtørst!

Also - because I am endlessly getting distracted by the notions bubbling away in my head - I concocted something else!

Being in a bad mood the other day as I was, I wanted to try and cobble together something that existed solely to be violent. I wanted something messy. Something unapologetically brutal. Some catharsis.

That was the aim, at least.

So I thought to myself! And I came up with some ideas. Firstly, I came up with some vague background to justify the violence that would happen. The background is far too detailed and stupid to appear in any significant amount in the story proper. The story shall be too short for that! But I shall hold the background in mind. It involves slightly non-standard wizards and resurrection. And sharp objects.

Secondly, I cooked up a faux-pithy line that could crop up somewhere to sum up the main thrust of the piece. That would be this:

Serenity and peace of mind acquired through gratuitous and unthinking bloodshed. Social cohesion through mindless violence!

A little too wordy, perhaps. Might boil it down if I feel like it. "Greater understanding through carnage", perhaps. Something like that.

It shall be a condensed nugget of butchery!

And why does it have to be butchery? Well!

Wizards were, as everyone knew because they themselves were wizards, notoriously difficult to kill. Or at least their bodies were difficult to kill, as opposed to their spirits which were immortal. Means of properly, finally, actually 'killing' a wizard in the definite and permanent sense were theorised to exist but had not been discovered. Because why would anyone want that? Rather, when people spoke of killing a wizard they meant destroying the body. That was no easy task.

It had to be the heart. The heart or nothing. You could chop off a wizard's head and the body would keep flailing about while the head mouthed curses at you. You could hack them to bits but as long as one of those bits contained an intact heart then you just had a lot of angry bits and a big mess. You could try beating them to death, if you had the time, but all you'd end up with was sore hands. The heart had to go.

Much chopping and stabbing ahead! And all in good fun. Wizards come back, you see?

Bow, who was still Bow The First and full of enthusiasm and her best friend in the whole world Kel, who was Kel The Third and rather more experienced as a result.

Though at that moment Kel had a body the same age as the one Bow was inhabiting, Kel had previously managed to acquire at least forty years of experience with her previous two bodies. This stood her in good stead and gave her a pool of knowledge that Bow was ever-eager to delve into.

"Never assume that someone who's fallen over is dead," Kel had told Bow, her first bit of imparted advice. A distant and pained look had crossed her face after saying it and she had rubbed her chest without really realising it. "I learned that the hard way..."

You can tell I wrote this all in spits and spurts just so I wouldn't forget it..

And thirdly!

THIS SONG.

Anyway it's three thirty in the morning I should go to bed.

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