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autumnblogs · 3 years

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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.

#liveblogging #commentary

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lockedstuck · 3 years

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beyond our fury and our silences

2021, 04/17 - Sollux Captor

You envy the patients on the unit who have a “normal” to return to. You never have, and never will. You’ve had periods of more gentle oscillation, like high school as opposed to the jagged highs and equally disruptive lows of your undergraduate years. However, you haven’t been “normal” in terms of psychopathology since you were a kid.

Dr. Vandayar suggests that perhaps your childhood years did a number on your sanity, though not word for word. He’s way more polite about it. You kind of want to hit him for it.

Your dad did his absolute best to raise you, all seventy hour weeks to afford summer camp for gifted kids and SHSAT prep classes. So did your mother, teaching you math and history, even if she was psychotic, even when her mental landscape frequently shifted like sand on the beach.

Once, when you were maybe ten, she came home an hour late from a quick run to the grocery store five blocks away. She explained, gentle yet adamant, that people had decided to follow her home, and she did not want them to know where she was going. What if they’d decided to rob her? Your dad sighed. He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

She sat at the dining room table later, repeatedly drawing pictures of seashells. When you sat down next to her, and pulled your chair close so that you could see her work, she started to explain the Fibonacci sequence to you. It wasn’t hard to understand adding the sums of the two previous numbers together. She launched into another explanation of the not unrelated golden ratio, and you just sat there and let her go on for a while, even when you didn’t quite understand.

She took out a nautilus shell that she had fashioned into a necklace, showed it to you, and wound up giving it to you. When you asked her why, she smiled and shrugged. You continue to wear it underneath your clothing.

Perhaps you’ll give it to Feferi when she gets discharged, given her love of all things aquatic. At this rate, she’ll probably get out before you do, what with the nine ECT treatments you still have to complete.

Out of nowhere, Roxy walks over to you, and you glance up at her. You know by now that whatever comes out of her mouth will be either offensive, amusing, or both.

“Aradia’s on the phone for you, Lispy! Hey, could you tell her something for me?”

You stand up and stretch, fingertips toward the ceiling. “What is it?”

“Tell her that her voice is really cute, but that she’s way cuter in person,” she replies. “Wait, hold up. Tell me she’s not straight. Is she straight? I don’t want to make her uncomfortable.”

You don’t know whether or not to answer truthfully. You should probably ask Aradia about that beforehand. You walk over to the pay phone, and put the receiver to your mouth.

“Ray? Is that you?”

“Hey, Sollux,” she says. Then, a pause that stretches into infinity, or ten whole seconds at the very least. “Is it okay if I visit tonight instead of tomorrow? One of my students is actually attending my office hours, which--”

“--overlap with my visiting hours,” you finish. Maybe you should have let her complete her sentence.

You’re tetchy and impatient, the first thing having been induced by your session with Dr. Vandayar, and the second by the fact that next week will mark one whole month since you arrived at this hospital, and what precisely do you have to show for it?

Roxy’s almost completely weaned off methadone and will probably leave next week, to go to inpatient rehab. June is going home the Monday after next. Feferi got here the same day as you and will most certainly be gone the same week as June. Eridan will be gone before you finish out your ECT treatments, since his conclude next week, as will Karkat, Porrim, and probably even Calliope. The only person who may not leave before you is Latula, and although she’s perfectly kind, you don’t know her very well.

You didn’t realize how long you’ve stewed in your thoughts until you hear Aradia ask, “Are you still there?”

“Yeah. You said you wanted to come tonight as opposed to tomorrow. That’s fine.”

“And what about you?” she asks.

You shrug.

“What about me?”

“Are you fine?”

The only person you suck at lying to more than Aradia is your father, and your dad is only leading by a narrow margin. That may be why you signed a HIPPA release so that your treatment team could talk to both of them.

“I had a weird therapy session today. Normally I get along with my therapist, but today I almost wanted to punch him in the face.”

Aradia asks if you’d like to talk about it, and your kneejerk is to say, “hell no”, but during another therapy session a couple of days ago, Dr. Vandayar stressed the importance of not being unwilling to depend on one’s support team. As vaguely annoyed as you still are at him, you did concede the point on Monday afternoon.

“I guess it was because… well… fuck, I don’t know how to explain this without sounding like an asshole. He didn’t actually say anything that wasn’t true, but maybe it was the way he said it? I don’t know. I’m sorry, Ray, I’m rambling all over the fucking place.”

“Don’t worry about it. Go on.”

“He pretty much said that my situation with my parents could have contributed a lot to why I’m all fucked up in the head. Not currently, but like, before, when I was a kid. I was like, where exactly does this guy get off making that kind of judgment? And then I was like, dude, you weren’t there, you didn’t see it, so how do you know? ‘Cause my parents, they did the absolute best they could with what they had. I mean, I didn’t say that to him, but I felt it. And I felt angry at him about it.”

A long silence, one that you feel sink down to the pit of your stomach.

“Well.”

“Well, what?”

“I get that you’re upset, but Sollux, it’s not like this is something you’ve never said to me.”

“But Aradia, that’s different. I was there. So were you, for parts of it. You’ve met my parents a billion times. But aside from a few conversations with you and Baba, Dr. V barely knows anything about my life. For him to say it like that… I don’t like it. I don’t know why, but I don’t.”

“Because it seems like he’s judging people and events he hasn’t had the opportunity to witness first-hand.”

“Yes! Exactly! That’s it!”

It feels like an indictment against your family, and if you are anything to a fault, you are loyal to Mituna and your parents. All of them came together for you, the youngest, the most successful. Even being here, unable to provide for them both emotionally and financially, feels like the worst blow in the world.

You shouldn’t be here getting the memory zapped out of you in some last-ditch effort to quell your mania and depression. You should be outside working, seeing to the needs of someone besides yourself. You should be meeting Aradia at her apartment every other night, helping her clean out her apartment, which quickly devolves into chaos, ashtrays full of spent cigarette butts, and dishes piling up in the sink, as she scrambles to finish up her master’s thesis.

Because if there’s one thing you’ve learned from your father, it is that you are what you contribute, and being here, seemingly unable to contribute anything, might just be the worst sensation in the world.

You’re alone with yourself here, face to face with everything you hate about yourself, with all your aspirations and all your neuroses, and you hate it, you hate it, you hate it, you want out so badly. But what if they don’t let you leave and you end up at your mother’s worst fear - involuntary status? If four weeks of hospitalization seem like hell, what about sixty days, your fate handed down via court order?

What if that knee-jerk desire to 72 hour letter yourself away from thrice weekly therapy sessions is just another trap? What if you leave and try to slit your throat again? What if you actually succeed this time around? Who the fuck is going to take care of your family?

It all comes down to that.

You’d rather like to bang your head against the wall until you either make things clearer or knock yourself out.

“I’ll be there tonight, Sollux,” Aradia says, suddenly. Not for the first time, you wonder if she can read your mind and tell when you’re starting to decompensate more than usual.

Aradia gets there long before six o’ clock. In fact, you notice her tell-tale garnet-colored blazer, as you look through the small rectangular window in the door of the main unit, sometime around 5:20. A woman in a small black dress stands not far away from her, and once you notice her carefully coiffed blonde hair, you walk over to the women’s side of the unit and loudly knock on Roxy’s door.

“And what can I do for you?” she asks, removing the headphone radio that has all but been surgically attached to her head. “Do you have news about Aradia’s sexual orientation?”

You roll your eyes at her, more to keep up appearances than an actual rebuke.

“Your mom’s here,” you reply.

Roxy seems to consider this, then picks up her stuffed cat from her bed and pads into the hallway. Calliope waves at you, the light on their side of the room switched on so they can write. You wave back, then follow Roxy back to the main door of the unit, to resume your little vigil.

You stand without word or gesture, a good six feet away from the door so the night staff doesn’t bitch. They seem to have given up on Roxy, who stands only two feet away from the door and jumps up and down as she waves to her mom. Her mom waves back, though in a more sedate fashion than her child.

You rather like Ms. Lalonde, honestly. It’s hard to dislike a family member who comes so often. According to Roxy, she only misses Mondays for work related reasons. You think the only person who has her beat in terms of visiting is June’s dad, who has yet to miss a day of seeing his daughter, at least during your stay here.

After about ten minutes of furious waving, Roxy starts doing the YMCA with her arms. Her mother actually returns the motions.

Aradia glances at her, cracks up, and giggles helplessly, which makes you smile.

When they finally start letting visitors in, Aradia steps behind Ms. Lalonde without a word. Aradia signs the book after her, and then Mr. Egbert signs after that.

Maybe he smuggled a whole ass lemon meringue pie onto the unit. You’d probably kiss him if he did that, and you’re pretty sure macking on your friend’s hot dad is frowned upon in most situations.

Aradia walks into the unit, and it’s only a moment before you’ve scooped her up into your arms. You’re so skinny that Karkat calls you a walking skeleton comprised of caffeine and spite, and Aradia has more curves than a parametric equation. You still manage to pick her up so her toes momentarily leave the ground, pull her close, and kiss her forehead before you let her go.

She interlaces your fingers with hers.

“What table are we sitting at tonight?” she wants to know, gazing at the sea of round wooden tables in the dining room.

“The one by the window, in the corner,” you decide, after a moment’s thought. The chairs are heavy, so they can’t be thrown across the unit by angry patients you suppose, but you pull out your chair and sit down easily enough. It occurs to you that maybe you should have pulled hers out, but she gets the job done.

You sit right beside her, and before you can think on it, you let her pull you close. Your head on her shoulder, and your arm thrown around her back. It’s not the most comfortable position, but she smells like lilies, cocoa butter, cigarettes, and home.

You bring to mind all the animal skulls on her shelves, all the volumes of dead poets stacked haphazardly around them. Everything has been arranged to display her fixation on things that have shuffled off this mortal coil, for the exception of the flourishing plants on her terrace.

Her arms come up around your shoulders, and she scoots over so the position is more comfortable for your lanky ass. She presses a kiss to your temple, and then to the shell of your ear. You smile in spite of yourself.

It occurs to you that you have not had a self-loathing thought since she arrived.

It’s easier to not hate yourself when someone who would either try to refute or talk you through your issues sits beside you, singing softly.

“Tastes like strawberries on a summer evening. And it sounds just like a song...”

You snort. “I had no idea you were so fond of Harry Styles.”

She stops singing for the moment, but you’ve already started to hum the next part of the song, while she explains where she first heard it.

“My neighbor used to like to sit on her balcony and listen to the radio while I talked to my fig tree. It was on constant replay on Z100. And it’s catchy. So I sang it. A lot.”

You imagine Aradia as she sings, the long dark curls of her hair unpinned the way they usually are when she’s at home, moving along to the music as she waters her plants. It’s a nice mental image, the kind you wouldn’t mind getting lost in.

Here is one way you might safeguard yourself from the impulses and the dorco razor-blades.

You can’t watch Aradia bustle around her apartment if you’re not alive. You can’t help her, or your dad in their gardens - why do so many of your loved ones have an affinity for plants when you can barely keep a cactus alive - if you’re six feet under.

You also cannot remind her of her own neglected tasks - “Aradia, c’mon, you have to wash these dishes, there’s fuckin’ fruit flies here, I hate fruit flies.” - and then watch as she makes a meal with the newly washed dishes just so that she knows you’ve eaten that day.

You think she’d give an approving nod to your thoughts.

“Hey, Sollux,” she says. You glance at her face, the anxiety written across it.

That won’t do. You never liked seeing her worried about anything.

“Yeah, Ray? What’s going on?”

“When you get out of here, after all your treatments are finished, I was wondering…”

“Wondering what?”

She exhales slowly. She takes your hand in hers. You let the warmth suffuse through you.

“Would you like to move in with me? I know you need to be close to your family, but it’s just the F to the 7 train to get to Flushing.”

You consider this. You’ve known Aradia since the sixth grade, and you are now twenty-seven, which adds up to something like sixteen years of friendship. Aradia knows you like nobody else. Not even your father.

She’s handled your weird mood shit and chronic suicidality with more skill than some clinicians you’ve had. In return, you’ve kept her alive - her parents coddled her to a fault, and she had next to no idea how the world outside academia functioned - and helped her through her occasional bouts of clinical depression.

“You’ll take me to Essex Market and get me that bougie vegan cheese?” you ask.

There are more questions, several in fact, that you need answered before you give her a decision, but you’ll start with the inanities and work your way up to the logistics.

“When have I not?” she replies.

You snort.

“How much am I going to pay in rent, for one?”

Aradia seems to consider this for a moment.

“For now, nothing, since you’re not working, and I’m already covering my rent with my job,” she says. “But once you get a job, I’d like you to kick something in. Not too much.”

“Where would I even sleep?”

“The couch in the main room is a pullout. And even If you wanted to sleep in my room, I think I have enough space for another bed.”

You think it over, and some traitorous part of your brain bristles at what is essentially charity from her. Her family - comfortably upper middle class - must be helping her with rent. There is no way in hell that she scored a one bedroom near Bowery on her salary as an adjunct professor. You don’t know what they’d think of letting you live there, or maybe you do, and that’s why you’re hesitant to accept this. They’ve come to actually like you, but you’re not eager to test out how far that goes.

She must sense your hesitation. She once more interlaces her fingers with yours, and lets out a small sigh.

“At least think it over, Sollux.”

“You know I will.”

“I think we function better when we’re in the same place than when we’re not.”

You grin. “You know it.”

The other thing that gives you pause consists of your own confusing feelings about her.

Some days you want to kiss her senseless, peel her out of that red jacket, the black tank top, the long gray skirt. You want to see her, and only her. You want to shed your t-shirt and skinny jeans and have her see you. You want to hold her, press against her, and have her return the gesture. Your longing to be as close to her as humanly possible sweeps over you like a wave, and you have never been known for any particular skill at swimming.

Other days, you just want to sit next to her and make fun of her when she sings Watermelon Sugar. Or like the time she forgot her umbrella at home, a torrential downpour decided to strike and you had to run to the Second Avenue F train station and hope you got there in time to catch her. Still, more recently, the pair of you playing video games and swearing at each other with a giant container of mapo tofu between you. You want the easy rhythm of your close friendship, something familiar, and easy to navigate.

Most of all, you’re afraid. You’re afraid that if you take the plunge and alter the parameters of your relationship, that you’ll lose her entirely if things don’t pan out. And where the hell would you be without her?

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blookmallow · 4 years

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i know nobody probably cares about homestuck nowadays but ive been doin a reread and heres my ongoing collection of evidence against equius zahcfhhhfhak in my campaign of undying hatred

i assume i dont need to provide evidence of the rampant bestiality, but uh. that’s also still a thing,

anyway: controlling, manipulative, abusive, and rude behavior toward nepeta

she has to ask his permission before she does anything, and admits that she is actually afraid of him

not just a ‘hey watch your language’ but a commanding “You will stop.”

Forbidding Her from doing anything he doesnt like

elitism, outright telling nepeta she is lesser than him and can’t possibly know better without his kind, benevolent assistance in forcefully making all her decisions for her

like yes, keeping her from LARPing with the others was probably good advice, it was in the name of her safety, but he’s not saying “I want you to be safe because I care about you” he’s saying “they’re disgusting and Beneath Me, and even Beneath You despite you already being so much lesser than I am, but Fear Not For I Will Be Your Savior, You Poor Helpless Little Thing”

plus nepeta’s a hunter who fights wild animals and draws pictures in blood on her walls, so she is definitely not a helpless baby

sure you could argue “but he Does legitimately care about her!” but even if he does, hes still doing it in a way that belittles her, dismisses her own strengths and capabilities, and comes across as forceful and controlling

she’s not afraid to sass him, and calls him out for telling her what to do, but he does not apologize or change his behavior and ultimately:

nepeta still listens to him, and not “he convinced me that it was a bad idea” but “I’m not allowed, he won’t let me” - so even if she says his Commands don’t matter to her and he can’t tell her what to do, he clearly can, whether it’s a guilt thing/emotional manipulation or intimidation (and this happens often enough that tavros immediately knew why she couldn’t join)

like, maybe she isn’t actually afraid of him, maybe she doesn’t feel like she actually has to obey him or else, but even if he’s just annoying her into relenting and doing what he says just so he’ll shut up, that’s STILL manipulative and obnoxious

manipulating his friends into unknowingly indulging his kinks so he can get off on their conversations without their knowledge or consent to it, he does this A Fucking Lot

and yes, this is gamzee, but still (also gamzee hadn’t done anything to anyone at this point) its Fucking Nasty

he doesnt Just do it to gamzee either, here he is annoying karkat, which, yeah, doesn’t seem to be having a severe psychological effect on him or notably disturbing him, but its still annoying and weird as shit. just “my friends are annoyed and uncomfortable with this behavior and have asked me in no uncertain terms to knock it the fuck off but i absolutely will not” is bad enough

also gets off on his own Depraved Attraction to a Filthy Worthless Peasant like aradia

“obviously getting off on his conversations with his friends, without their understanding or consent to the situation” and “nasty elitist I’m So Turned On By Your Obedience” x2 combo

for a half second i thought maybe he was reconsidering his views and trying to consider giving her a chance to do what she wants to do, but then it turned out it was just another. humiliation/domination kink thing or something that he’s, again, manipulating his friends into unknowingly indulging. literally just everything he says is either elitism or something or another trying to get off on his fucked up kinks or both

built a robot body for aradia’s ghost, but then programmed that robot to be Passionately Attracted to him, without her knowledge or consent again. functionally the same as if he’d intentionally gotten her drunk to take advantage of her or something like that?? but worse?? so add “potential rapist” to the list

and it’s very clear that this is unwanted and nonconsensual, considering she is immediately horrified to the point of tearing out her own heart and smashing it (it’s a robot body so it’s unclear whether she can feel that or not but still)

she still kisses him anyway at the end of this but i doubt she had a sudden change of heart so that was probably because of the programming

so even if she “wants it” suddenly, it’s because equius fucking programmed her to think she does

even dave is kinda grossed out by him and wants him to Go Away

and after all that, he has the fucking GALL to complain about eridan’s unwanted advances (which is also a problem and im not saying eridan’s flawless either, but like, buddy you’ve been doing this Worse to everyone this entire time)

But He Protects Nepeta Sometimes So It’s Fine, I Guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#lucy reads homestuck #found this WAY buried in my drafts but i dont think i had anything else to add to it right now so

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rogueofsoup · 5 years

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Hiveswap and Homestuck Theory Thing. Spoiler warning for Homestuck just in case, I guess.

Ok, so I decided to try a hand at this stuff. It's gonna be about Marvus (eventually) (yeah, I know, so original).

Ok, so, I've seen a lot of stuff pertaining to this, so I've compiled what I found all over the internet and put together my theories on it, mostly relying on weapon types. (I'm sorry, I don't remember where I found the original material for the time players)

Time players use weapons that are both obviously weapons and practical for the players to use. For example, Dave uses big swords he can adjust the weight of by making it broken in half or full, Aradia originally had a whip, which are very quick and lightweight and surprisingly practical weapons (as surprisingly accurately shown by Indiana Jones), and Caliborn had a straight up semiautomatic rifle that he makes sure everyone knows he has. They also all pertain to the weapons we see heros holding (knight in shining armor wielding a sword, Indiana Jones and his whip, any action movie hero and his gun).

Breath players, as I can guess, use weapons that used to be conventional in medieval entertainment (large hammers for sparring and lances for jousting) that are no longer seen as practical and/or conventional, and generally require a large amount of strength and skill to properly use without an exterior force or an actual technique giving aid, such as John swinging his giant hammer without having to swing it over his head first to build up momentum, and Tavros being able to use the momentum from his running to be able to use his lance without having to be on a horse. From what I can presume, they mostly use medieval style weapons adjusted to whatever they think makes them better.

There isn't really much of a case for doom players since there's only really the one I can draw conclusions from, but I assume that based solely on Sollux, doom players rely more on weapons or abilities they have confidence in, regardless of reliability. Sollux has had multiple instances in which his psionics have resulted in problems, such as whenever he consumes mind honey he shoots powerful lasers from his eyes that he can't control, and he has accidentally destroyed one of his specibus cards and his bee hives when he overshot shuriken while trying to re-capchalogue them using his psionics. I only have one example person to draw from, so this may not be quite accurate.

Blood players have the same problem with there only being the one person of said aspect as I had with doom, but I'm still going to pull what I can assume. I believe blood players attempt to use weapons they are confident in, though end up also accidentally weaponizing their environment through lack of skill and/or forethought. For example, Karkat's old capchalogue modus was large, heavy, impractical, and almost crushed his lusus, and he had run Sollux's virus program on his computer that resulted in a huge explosion that killed his lusus. I only have one example person to draw from, so this may not be quite accurate.

Heart players, from what I can guess, use weapons that are more favored or have sentimental value, and hardly (if ever) improve or replace them. Even if they do get better versions of the weapon, they'll stick with the original since it holds more sentimental value than the replacement. Plus, it may also have something to do with the quickness of the weapon, such as it being thin and lightweight as well as very sharp For example, Dirk sticks with his katana even as an adult, especially since he finds it quick and reliable to use, and Nepeta sticks with her original claw gloves through the entire game, likely for both ease and sentimental value.

Space players, I believe, have weapons that are surprising. For example, Jade is a witch who you expect to use magic to defend herself and she just. Pulls out a gun. And Kanaya is EXTREMELY surprising, since her tube of lipstick turns into a CHAINSAW, the latter of which completely clashes with her main aesthetic and is completely unexpected. Now, you may think Calliope is the outlier. But wouldn't you be surprised to see her go "oh shoot my wand is out of ammo" and then turn her wand into a gun, load it, then turn it back into a wand and shoot magic at you? Trick question the answer is yes.

Mind is another with only one possible area I could draw from. Based on only Terezi, I assume mind players are more likely to use hidden weapons you wouldn't think to worry about until they're actually attacking you. I say this because no matter what Terezi turns her cane into, she always makes sure it can still be functional (and hidden) as a walking cane. You wouldn't expect the cane to be able to turn into nunchucks, or swords, you'd at most expect her to beat you over the head with it. I only have one example person to draw from, so this may not be quite accurate.

Light players, I believe, use weaponized versions of important aspects to their preferred interests. For example, Vriska uses what are basically FLARPing dice to get weapons or power ups of some kind, and Rose uses knitting needles turned into a pair of magic wands.

Void players improvise in the moment, usually using their own natural (or unnatural) abilities if their own weapons are unusable in their traditional sense. For example, Roxy chucking literally anything at things to kill enemies, and Equius beating enemies with the two halves of his bow or just punching them into oblivion.

Rage is another problematic single-source one, but I'll still try. From what I can assume, rage players use whatever's closest to them that could be used as a weapon. Gamzee's juggling clubs were right there for him to juggle at the beginning, so of course just shrugging and picking those up to bludgeon things to death would make sense in this case. This also explains why he eventually got a strife specibus that allowed him to use any weapon, allowing him to just pick up whatever and use it for killing. Equius had left a lot of his bows around, both broken and unbroken, so it would still make sense for Gamzee to just pick up the nearest one and use that. And when fighting Terezi, he pulled the nearest weapons (Terezi's staff swords) away from her and used them to fight. He probably would have picked up a rock if there weren't any weapons in his reach. I only have one example person to draw from, so this may not be quite accurate.

For hope, I only have one thing to say: coolness factor. Eridan had a gun that straight-up shot LASERS, which he only gave up in favor of a REAL-ASS WAND, which he still claimed to basically be a science stick. Even if it was less effective than the gun, he still traded it in for coolness factor. Now, Jake was obviously a fan of movies, which meant that he would have a lot of experience with action movie heros, in which the coolest thing you could do is do cool stunts while firing a matching pair of pistols. And what does he do? Cool stunts while firing a matching pair of pistols. I rest my case.

Life may have a bit of a bias, since Feferi and Meenah had tridents because of their royal status and Jane had a trident because the post-scratch version of Meenah affected Jane's main weapon to be, well, a trident. We don't really have any other ideas of what different kinds of weapons they could use, so let's just say they use tridents and call it a day.

Now, to the point you've all been waiting for: Marvus.

Marvus Xoloto's revealed purple sign has the aspect of time, which honestly doesn't match up with his weapon choice.

His weapon, a sword, is hidden in his cane. You know what other aspect has had someone who uses a weapon hidden in plain sight? Mind. Xoloto shares a lot of similarities with the word axolotl, and there is one lime sign that is the shape of an axolotl's head.

And it's mind. And to be constrained means to be limited or restricted. And Marvus has a camera crew following him everywhere, making it impossible for him to really speak his mind.

My conclusion?

The theory everybody knows by now of Marvus being a lime blood in disguise.

Added bonus: despite him getting injured in one of the bad endings, we never actually get a confirmation of his blood color. He hides it way too well. Me still thinks he bleed the green stuff.

I know I'm super late to the game on this, but I still wanted to add my theories for the funsies.

#Homestuck #hiveswap friendsim #homestuck theory #marvus xoloto

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originalhomestuckscenarios · 4 years

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May I please have a match with anyone but Rufioh, Horuss, or Latula? I'm a nonbinary ceramist who stays alive to spite those who want me dead and gone. I adore arts and crafts like cross-stitching, painting, and drawing but am not particularly skilled in any of them. I have BPD and Bipolar Disorder, migraines and fibro. I am usually exhausted and am pretty bitter about my chronic illnesses. I will fight to the death for my friends and have very black/white thinking. Im also goth! Ty in advance♥️

I have so many matchups that I think that after Valentine's day I will just write all that will be left and post them at once. I don't mind getting those just so you all know I just thought I'd do it since I have a shit ton of requests and I want to just have empty inbox (you know the kind of thing when I did mystery requests). Still requests aren't closed and won't be anytime soon (I hope)

I match you with...

Aradia Megido

To be honest she couldn't care less about people who want you gone since there is just no need to deal with those people. She just let's you know every now and then how idiotic they are.

All your artistic skills are something she finds truly awesome even if you say you don't have much skill in that area.

Whenever you have a migraine she'd do anything to help you feel better. She herself knows a few ways since her friend often had those.

You being bipolar wasn't ever something that bothered her. She loved you no matter what!

Also you being a goth makes you even more attractive in her eyes-

~Mod Kanaya

#homestuck aradia #hs aradia #aradia medigo #Aradia x reader #homestuck scenarios #homestuck x reader

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the-hs-etaverse · 4 years

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Hey I think I’m just gonna take a hot minute here and ramble about this Etaverse thing that my blog is ostensibly about because ranting into the void has helped my creative process before and there’s no reason why it shouldn’t now. Okay, that was a lot of words without any commas or periods or anything and okay shut up let’s stay on topic

So I wrote this fanfic that I finished up some time back (for the record, I absolutely despise the cover art, it’s terrible). It’s called Homestuck Eta, cuz it’s not Homestuck 2. Homestuck^2 is Homestuck 2. It’s supposed to be like a follow-up to the Epilogues, except that I got like three plot points wrong, so it’s not even canon to that. Yeah, basically, I inadvertently deviated from canon, but I’m too obstinate to change those minor plot points. Also I like the plot point that caused it to deviate so there’s that.

Okay, that’s out of the way. Well, I’m also really not happy with the way that Homestuck Eta turned out. I mean I definitely like it but it could absolutely be better. I made a couple continuity errors in the fic that I wanna change, and I wanna change the method I used for swearing censorship, and some other minor stuff. I’m also displeased with the way that I handled Dirk, and his planetary invasion in general, cuz I didn’t portray him being as big of a threat that he probably should have been? I don’t know? Anyway, there’s that. I despise going back into already published works and changing parts of them, retcons like that tick me off. But I do want to make those changes, and I also want to add on this little epilogue comic of sorts. So I absolutely want to put the epilogue in the AO3, but I’m concerned, do I go back and edit the fic just for clarity’s sake and all? I mean, the original text would still be up on FFN. So I’m not super opposed to doing some minor edits for continuity and such within the fic. But there’s also a couple bigger changes that I’m contemplating making? I don’t really think I should change any of the scenes that I’m not overly happy with, cuz they’re over and done and changing them could have an impact on the story at large.

So that afterword is pending. The script is written, but I just need to draw the dang thing. I will, one of these days!

Okay, but I’m also a crazy person, because there’s a lot more that I wanna do with this AU. There’s a whole bunch of little side stories that I wanna make or have made already that slot neatly into the canon. I posted one of them already, it’s called Curiosity and the Cat. I like that one. There’s also some other minor stories set after Homestuck Eta that I wanna write, about what happens in the timelines afterwards. The ones about Aradia are my personal favourite :3

My thought regarding those stories is to make the Homestuck-slotted ones into one anthology, and the Eta-followup ones into another anthology. Curiosity and the Cat will stand alone cuz it’s already posted. I guess all I’m gonna have to do regarding these then is just post them, and if I write or finish more, post them too. And keep them in the anthologies.

All right, that’s out of the way. So what makes me an even crazier person is that there are two much more major stories that I wanna make. The first one, the less major one, is about the Beforus ancestors (the ancendances). I already posted a long rant about that version of Kanaya on here. (It turned out surprisingly well imo :3) But yeah, what I’ve been writing for that is basically a journal, the one that Beforus!Vriska kept. It’s not gonna cover all the ancendances, of course, tragically; she won’t meet them all. So I might have to write more stuff for the rest of them, to cover all the lore properly.

And the most major one is a 48-player session, the one that Dirk started, the one that creates Beforus. Here, lemme just copy-paste the thing I wrote about it earlier:

Back in October, I saw something interesting on the MSPA Wiki. Apparently, Hussie joked that a 48-player Squiddles session created the trolls’ universe(s). The statement set the gears in my head spinning: what was the 48-player session that brought Beforus about like? Who were the players? What was their planet like? How many lived, and how many died?

Of course, this was a ridiculous project for me to set out on. I do not have free time, let alone enough to make a campaign of this scope. BUT THAT’S NEVER STOPPED ME BEFORE!!!

Further proof that I am insane: I have already created 48 OCs for this campaign and assigned classpects and planets to them all (some might be changed in the future). I have a general idea of the personalities of almost all of them, designs for like half of them, in-depth thoughts on the plotlines of a handful of them, and lots of other knowledge of their symbolism and everything. I also have like 11 fan-classes that I’ve given a fair amount of thought to, which are (mostly) not that similar to the existing ones, I hope, and for which I have godtier designs. I think this session would be best suited for a MSPFA.

However, I have little free time, I am a known procrastinator, and I am a maladaptive perfectionist. This is the perfect combination for creating major stories and such that end up stagnating and dying after months.

I absolutely want to publish this thing, and draw things for it, and all that sort of thing. But this is, frankly, an absolutely ridiculous undertaking. Honestly, I need help. That’s why I made this blog, so I could reel in help from people (and also to post extensively about both memes and headcanons). So, like... help. Please.

Uh, oh, right, there are all the things I post here about how troll anatomy works and how long god-tier players age and stuff. That’s not really related to any story, but it’s all the fascinating underpinnings, so all those theoreticals are staying on here, I know that for sure. It’s all under the etaccurate tag. Okay, everything for the Etaverse is under that tag. I think I’ll make a masterpost for these theories at some point, just to collect everything in one place.

Anyway, if you guys have any advice for me, please let me know! I could really use some ^w^ also sorry about being so long-winded, I may be blunt but I am not by any means direct

#long post #etaccurate #meow's ranting again

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dahniwitchoflight · 5 years

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Candy 18-21

oh, oh no

I’ve heard things about Jane x Gamzee

now I get to experience them, oh boy...

Gamzee gets, strangely serious about stuff for once, huh, who would have thunk it

yeah, It’s clear Jane’s political stuff seem to stem from some kind of fear that one day humanity won’t exist on Earth C for whatever reason

that over time, the population of trolls versus humans will eventually skew so much that there won’t be any adam and eve left to match up with each other

in her mind she really doesn’t hate trolls, cuz its not really about the trolls, not at all, but obviously her actions are equivalent to someone who does hate them and she just doesn’t get that

and like, yeah if you just left them to their own devices, maybe that would happen, but then (and I can’t believe I’m saying this) Gamzee has an extremely good point that they already did that when they plopped all the ectokids down and called it a day for a 1000 years, like, they managed to figure it out on their own just fine

and also

ectobiology will literally never stop being a thing so like, as long as some of the god kids stick around, eventually you can just make more humans it’s no big deal to restart the human gene pool since it will be identical to the first time they started it

there’s no reason to make sure this system runs smoothly the “natural way” it won’t, this situation is unnatural for both species

Jane’s just gotta realize that if she wants humans to keep sticking around, she just has to keep supporting the human population, that’s it, whatever trolls do or don’t do doesn’t matter for that goal

course it doesn’t help to compare trolls to animals when talking about their breeding rate and how it naturally evolved over time unlike the apparently non animal humans Janey

Also Alternian society is def not how troll society naturally is but like how could she know that? And how could any troll near her really explain that?

aaaand I got so up in taking this seriously I forget who was talking

Jane’s into troll blackrom though that’s interesting and unexpected

oh wow, Jake was there the whole time

Did they really name Jake and Jane’s baby Tavros??? oh jeesus

Yeah Kinda figured the Jane x Jake thing wasn’t gonna actually be happy

I’m really surprised Jane’s version of happiness apparently involves boinking a weird funny man I mean, she canonically likes clowns and jokes, so at the same time I’m not surprised, I mean, she WAS raised by the condesce, it’s just weird how that influence comes out in her sometimes versus how it doesn’t come out in her

literal Jake nightmare scenario though I think lol

really hammering home how the passions of youth don’t really translate well to happy adult relationships

Oh, so there’s the part where Jade reveals she has Bec biology, considering the fandom reaction you’d think we were gonna get some kind of gross M rated sex scene where she pegs Karkat or something

but all she does is talk about how she’d love a normal family and home life and lament that her circumstances ended up not really allowing that and giving enough hints that we can figure out why that would be

it’s not handled grossly at all, even if the subject matter is odd and it doesn’t come off as some sort of character sabotage

this whole time what we’ve known all Jade was that she was lonely and just wanted a family, not that hard to figure out why, girl’s got the same complex as Joey Claire about her family situation, but she’s more reserved about her feelings since she didn’t get to have a comparison of role models like Joey did with her babysitter and also Jade’s food and shelter needs were somewhat taken care by a planet guardian so the affect was somewhat lessened on the outside, she just didnt get the same chances as Joey to be able to articulate her emotional turmoil about it

aww Jade’s not happy either, well, that’s how it goes when you make relationship decisions based on flimsy passions that are more about fulfilling the needs of the self than about actually wanting good things for a partner

More like Jade’s sort of realized that Karkat and Dave don’t have a genuine romantic interest in her and she’s the only one keeping this ship afloat

oh shit, a dead younger jade, oh damn wait she’s the one from Meat that was trapped in the house juju and then immediately died from space razors

Yeah’s she’s a bloody symbol of meat that’s for sure, theyre making that pretty clear

“Her eyes go wide and she feels the breath go out of her for a moment. She looks directly upward. Where did this body come from?”

Again, if we take that symbolism circle of Breath = Sugar = Drugged up High = Breath

This little dash of meat falling into wonderland would break the breathy haze for a bit wouldn’t it?

So if this kind of thing can happen to others besides John, there’s hope yet for something of value to come from Candy

“ There’s a peaked skylight at the top of the foyer that splits the morning sun like a prism, spilling multicolored dots across every surface below. Amongst those dots are drips of teen-Jade’s blood. It’s so dark on the spotless tile that it looks nearly black. “

I wish I could draw things, I’d love to draw this exact scene here, it’s pretty and morbid

Yeah, the relationship theme of Candy seems to be that everyone’s jumping into Kismesis plus Matesprite threesomes, that seem to be neither of what anyone actually wants in totality

There’s some realization that their Candy filled atmosphere is actually more a drug or a poison, teen jade can’t be revived, and it’s not because of what happened to her, but more because of the environment she is in now

Ah Roxy, ever the social chameleon people pleaser, not working this time though

Jade’s is easily explained already as she has the social graces of an elephant

It is kinda sad tho to see most of the human characters actually aren’t that good at being cool about troll stuff

“CALLIOPE: pUrple roses traditionally represent love at first sight, however these roses are actUally red roses that we prepared Using a blUe dye.CALLIOPE: the blUe rose is the most elUsive and mysterioUs of all flowers.CALLIOPE: the combination of red and blUe in this context is meant to evoke the dUal natUre of death, in that there is nothing more mysterioUs and impossible to comprehend than the vast void of the afterlife, bUt also there is nothing that makes Us appreciate the life and and love that we already have than the mystery of death.CALLIOPE: while death is terrifying, there is always joy to be foUnd among the sorrow. each time we witness death, we fall in love with the important people in oUr lives all over again.“

Why do I get the feeling Calliope is talking about actual rose here somehow?

Is it because she started off with “here’s the symbolism of Purple Roses”?

a Red Rose dyed Blue

Now if Cascade taught us anything Blue and Red certainly represent a mutual destruction of opposites coming together to create a third new thing in the blaze of the aftermath, but that thing was a Green Sun, not something purple, so why bring Rose into mind for all of this?

We have been seeing the effects of what happens when people in candyland awaken from their drug haze with a smattering of blood, but in that case why not make the symbolism more clear by saying a Blue Candied Rose dyed Red as if with Bloodied Meat?

is it more to mean that the correct path lies NOT in Candy being dyed Red, but in Meat being dyed Raspberry Blue?

I Mean, Candy!Rose certainly seems shaken here, having gotten jolted out of her drugged haze at some point, but unable to See, and she’s actually starting to be concerned about that and Meat!Rose is kind of out of commission at this point, So I guess to get things back on track, Candy!Rose would have to go back to the Meat somehow, or might be the influence needed to snap Meat Rose out of her daze

Though I don’t like how this is taking place in the context of a funeral, specifically bringing to mind how Dirk did the same thing using the vessel of Death, I hope Candy Rose doesn’t try to just, off herself

with Dirk taking control of Rose’s ultimate self in Meat, Candy!Rose might be the only true Rose left to take heroic action

Aww, Callie is still head over heels for Roxy, I’m really surprised with this theme of threesomes that nothing ever came of a John x Roxy x Callie, but then again all the threesomes so far have been painted Black and Red, and unless John or Roxy was to form a Kismesis with Callie, I don’t see it happening at all

OH SHIT SPEAKING OF RED AND BLUE

Damn, Sollux and Aradia are here

“KARKAT: MAYBE FUCKING NEPETA IS ABOUT TO POUNCE FROM BEHIND THAT GROTESQUE STATUE OF THE HUMAN SUFFERER T-POSING OVER THERE.”

Karkat don’t tease me about Nepeta but also again WHY is actual Jesus here.

Is Roxy a christian in this timeline? Was she legit just praying to actual Human Jesus? That’s so, weird, especially for Roxy to do, what the fuck in Roxy’s upbringing on an apocalypse earth would make her want to worship Jesus?

Oh wait, that’s obviously what she thinks that every other human sincerely does, since she only had human media to go off of, and like, technically no human has ever said they DONT worship christian gods to her.

“GAMZEE: wHeN tHe DoOr Of ThAt FrIdGe pOpPeD oPeN iT wAs LikE i Be AlL sEeIn ThE lIgHt AnD sHiT.

SOLLUX: well yeah

SOLLUX: that’s what happens when s0me0ne 0pens a d00r t0 a t0tally dark encl0sure.“

Gamzee has had a weirdly meta understanding of what’s going on so far, for some reason, I can’t fathom what could be the Lighty influence that he’s gotten

unless...

Dirk really IS starting to subsume Ultimate Rose, and that’s bleeding over to every Ultimate self connected to Dirk

the more Gamzee knows meta shit and says oddly correct things, the more we know Dirk is “winning” over Rose

Oh, that’s why Gamzee is really here isn’t he? I mean, storywise? He’s a Dirk thermometer/gauge/thing, he’s our way of measuring how far Dirk’s influences are going in Meat

“ARADIA: its so nice that you believe all that gamzee

ARADIA: i think i can honestly say

ARADIA: im reasonably happy for you?“

lol

“blue smoke”

You don’t really tend to describe Smoke as being Blue right? At least, I don’t think that’s usual

But if we’re straight up associating Candy with Blue to complement Meat with Red now, it’s just making the whole Sugar = Breath thing that much stronger

*EDIT* DUH OF COURSE OF CANDY’S COLOR IS BLUE

BLUE GUSHERS. OBVIOUSLY. *end edit*

and I mean, what is Breath but a weird bluey smoke?

Roxy just wants to be happy with all her friends, that’s all

It is a good shake at trying to explain the nature of infinite possibility, that in reality, there isn’t really more weight put into one possibility over others, that’s how it works in real life anyway

unfortunately a storyline of canon is going to favor some version of events over others, and people make choices because they have preferences for that choice over other choices, something that seems kind of lost on Candy!Roxy who seems to just be okay with going along with anything because everything has an equal chance for having happytimes in this place

Roxy may be starting to lose her sense of self as well, and with her knowledge on things and how’s she’s been described as immutable so far, I wouldn’t be surprised at her having easily and subtly slipped into Ultimate Self hood herself and just being really okay with the idea that there is no one true Roxy, that she is just one piece of many, and not like, needing to delve into that further, not needing to connect with all her alternate selves, happy just being singular but at the same time completely malleable

Oh! Baby time.

Oh fuck, Al!Calliope in Jade time.

Why is Callie so afraid of Alt!Callie? That didn’t come across in their meetings in Homestuck as much, so why is that different here?

Is it because of Jade’s earlier comment of “there can only be one instance of a person here” and Callie doesn’t think she can win against Alltie?

Also, all these instances of Alltie appearing in Jade’s body is making me worried Alltie is doing something to both of their Ultimate Selves, like she’s subsuming Jade somehow like Dirk is subsuming Rose

I mean, they are fighting one another, so if Dirk’s doing something she has to keep pace right? In her mind, it’s probably totally justified

this is getting long enough for this post though, off we go again but I’m still reading

#Homestuck #Meat or Candy

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stabbedslick · 5 years

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hecking *love* your human slick design, so choice, wanna give us some of those head canons chief?

OH BOY HOWDY DO I! They aren’t super like, Organized or anything so I hope you dont mind me going off! Have this drawing first of alls

Spades Slick (Also known as Jack Noir, only if you’re in the Crew or related, Sn0wman, or Scratch. Anyone else, better hope you don’t know.) adopted Karkat off the streets when he was about 4, and tried to mug the scariest crime lord in the city with a knife he found. Slick was like Nice gumption kid, and took him and the hermit crab he had stolen from the beach front store in as his own

Rest of my hcs Under the cut!

He’s been running the Crew for most of his life, used to be part of a different one before splitting off with the Midnight Crew, and his crime empire is one of the biggest ones out there. After adopting Karkat (The rest of the Stabkids are actually blood related to their respective fathers from various relationships over the years, with aradia being the oldest. They are around the same age however.)

karkats birth family, the Signless was his dad (idk really about his mom) and they lived in New Mexico and the Signless, was really pro anti establishment but he’d go around and help members of the community but they got busted in a raid under the false pretense that they had narcotics in their base of operations since he was starting to look into things people didn’t want him to, and at this time Kankri is about like 5, and Karkats only about 1. In the midst of all this and the signless being detained, they’re forced into the adoption system and Kankris picked up by this very white very christian family, and Karkats shipped off to a Foster home he runs away from. He lives on the streets until he finds Slick around 4 who takes him in and adopts him.

Years later he wants to find out about his birth family, even a little bit and Slick and him go to his old foster home and find out his last name Vantas which he was never sure of because he was too young to remember it, he’s been Karkat Noir and he tries getting in contact with Kankri and the Signless who’s been in jail for years and deported

slick is very apprehensive about letting karkat see the signless, but hes honestly probably the one who’s set it up because he knows how much it means to karkat and. The signless is continuously a man to be hard to be mad at. Its impossible look at him.And this might even be where karkat finds out about kankri? Whos come to visit the signless a few times himself but who karkat didnt know about

And so he drags the other stabkids when theyre all around 17-18ish to find kankri and slick just barely lets him go bc. Slicks Mean but also. He cares so much about Karkat and he knows itll kill him thinking about this brother he didnt know existed. Slick also knows karkat is far too soft to take over the crew one day and its been on his mind since day 1

karkat gets to meet the dolorosa and hes never had a grandma before (slicks parents are Waaaaaayyyy outta the picture) and hes never met someone like her before and he is sort of loving it ans kankri who will deny enjoying himself there a lot definitely loves spending time with her tooPorrim and kanaya are her grand daughters (whos their mom or dad? Iunno)

Karkat is, terrified when he runs home one day after getting word what happened while he was at college and the place is trashed and slick is nowhere to be seen and he nearly loses it because he thinks slicks dead for a moment before Slick slowly comes in behind him missing an eye and an arm Karkats known almost his entire life.

Aradia sollux and tavros all have to visit their dads in jail and slicks falling apart without them by his side and karkat has to like, realize for the first time i think that spades slick is not invulnerable no matter how much he thinks he is

Im sorry that was mostly about Karkat kghsdkg

Slick views the midnight crew aligned in a very Italian Family style sort of mob manner, very focused on keeping things how he wants them and how his family wants them, and putting them above anything else.

#homestuck #spades slick #karkat vantas #Anonymous #stabdads #artstuff

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HS Epi: Meat p15 reaction

I wonder what Dirk turns out to have in store for Rose. My idea was a soulbot of some kind, but I don't think she'd want to trade in her body for one. Perhaps there's a way to temporarily transfer her consciousness, like in a dreambubble dream, while Dirk prepares her body for the transition. Or maybe I'm just looking for ways to have a post-victory adult join John in the Furthest Ring. :p

Dirk claimed to have completed the process already but that seems like a presumptuous state of mind. I wonder if an ultimate self, a true one, not a sprite squared, might even be tangible? If it isn't, though, then who are even going to feature in Homestuck 2.0, if not the humans of Earth C...

What's also of interest, is whether the post-victory selves will in any way be able to access the memories of the selves that John is currently leading, since their timeline is far from being finished, unlike all those doomed timelines that were discarded!

I also thought of something regarding Dirk's scheming: he seems to be juggling both the solution to Rose's problems with Jane's run for president, as if they're at least of equal importance to him.

Anyway, we're probably going to be seeing the story from John's POV again.

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I do wonder if when he finds about Vriska, what he'll do. He didn't consider her a friend anymore I think, after how he saw (Vriska) acting towards her friends. But still, for Terezi he might be inclined to go save her.

As it is now, though, things can be summarized à la Craigslist: Missed connection: you, exiting from captivity in the midst of a battlefield. Me: being sucked into a black hole, screaming.

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"> John: Fight Lord English." OH BOY. He's actually doing it. I do wonder how this boss battle will even go, with how in parallel, on Earth C things only seem to get started. But with the monster's end form being on the same battlefield as a black hole, I'm reminded of Problem Sleuth and its glacier-paced endgame boss battle. :p Things might happen in stages, or perhaps they'll have to escape oblivion first and return with ACTUAL things that can hurt LE, not red herrings.

"Meenah’s ghost army claws at the borders of Paradox Space. Wait, that is her army, right?" No, John, obviously it's that other ghost army. :P I take it to mean he's talking about who's leading the army, more than anything.

"you’re pretty sure this is the army you, Meenah, Vriska, and the other Serket were trying to raise." Ah yes, Aranea was there at the inception of the ghost army idea. Funny how the (Vriska) he's thinking about is also an "other Serket" than the Vriska that is (was) leading the army now.

"Every screaming body pitches down and goes white the closer it gets to the black hole above you." That's presumably due to the distortion of the particles that make up the ghosts as they're sucked in. But it reminds me of how the dreambubble hologram selves (aka the representation of alive people that are sleeping) also glowed as they woke up! Also, how dream selves went white as the dreamer awoke.

"They’re locked in place, an eight ball in each socket. You briefly wonder what that means" Yeah, I wonder if they'll do something pool-related in their efforts to kill the monster.

"The laser show tears its way through a squadron of ghosts led by... is that... Tavros?" Yup! The very same dead Tavros he last saw in the bubbles, in his spunky Pupa Pan outfit! Guess he might reminiscence about them both fighting over Vriska, before he got turned off on the whole idea.

"Seems like an awful choice to lead an army, but what do you know." This is Tavros' ultimate Fiduspawn battle.

"Wasn’t Vriska supposed to be leading the charge? Where is she, anyway?" Yoooouuuu just missed her on her way out. :|

"> Listen." Is he... going to hear the echo of Vriska's scream? ... I just got a Legend of Zelda thing to reference. "Hey, listen!" ... That was an annoying firefly fairy guide, much like Vriska profiles herself.

"She’s probably somewhere around here, biding her time, waiting to execute her masterstroke and finish English off at just the right moment" No, John, not this time, you won't be able to rely on her tricks or her powers, I'm afraid. Plus, she's already made a sort of killsteal before in the story: this won't turn into a repeat of the Black King battle.

"You’re becoming enraptured by the sound surrounding you. Not a sound... a sensation. A subharmonic symphony that you can only hear in your bones." I wonder if that's part of his Breath powers, because I remember him feeling the wind skimming his home too, in the reunion scene a few pages back.

"This is it: the end of Paradox Space." If you mean, the end of the part of the Furthest Ring that the Green Sun's lifespan encompassed, then yes, I do think so.

"Behind you the juju disappears, sucked out of reality with a POP." And that's the last thing anyone saw of that? Maybe? Hopefully? (I wonder if he still has his retcon powers.)

"You move your arms in a dumb little motion, sort of like jazz hands, and summon up a wisp of wind to keep your cracked glasses in place." Oooh, cool, yeah, that would have been awkward fighting for him without being able to see right. Good thinking John! It shows his Breath powers have still grown! For practical purposes, they eclipse the retcon powers.

"You then pull one of your sickest hammers out of your strife deck." AWESOME! He a) still has his hammers, and b) still has his strife deck! That wasn't really a given, since they were supposed to be living in a paradise on Earth C! (Maybe spring cleaning isn't just something for John. Plus, his Dad wouldn't have approved of him discarding such a well-earned strife modus. :P)

"You cast a glance back over your shoulder at them. They all look pretty cool. Rose knitting light around her with the Quills of Echidna, Dave with his sword Caledfwlch at the ready, trailing time distortions behind him that look, if you don’t squint, a lot like JPEG artifacts. Jade’s got her favorite gun cocked and ready, with her ears perked up." Everyone, pose as a team! Wow, I'd really like to see this moment as a drawing. Could it be that John's weapon is the Warhammer of Zillyhoo? In spite of it being overclassed by the Vrillyhoo hammer, if Jade took out Ahab's Crosshairs, the kids are wielding the same weapons the bunny had. ... Okay granted, the bunny had the Royal Deringer, not Caledfwlch, so in fact Vrillyhoo as an upgraded version would not be far out. Also, so time distortions resemble JPEG artifacts as long as you DON'T squint? So, what does squinting do, sharpen them for the eye of the beholder? :p

"ROSE: Don’t get overconfident. ROSE: We have to do it exactly like we discussed. First..." I don't think their plans will be that easily executed. Plus, they were planning on taking on Caliborn, not his adult self! ... Okay yeah, they will have had time to make new plans while inside the juju.

"But Rose doesn’t get to finish what she was trying to say. Lord English’s mouth roars open and a wave of energy blasts through your group. Rose is the only one caught in it. She dissolves in slow motion." WHATTHEFFFFFFFFFF--- Rose! Is the group going to fall apart this soon??? ... Unless LE can't overwrite the just/heroic judgment, Rose just died permanently! ... Maybe Dave can rollback time? Or John, retcon this?? I. Don't know what to think.

"You can see the outline of her body in shadow." :((( Just like how Kanaya died in Game Over. Fucking Hell. And I hope that doesn't incite rage in someone, provoking them into getting closer to get run through...

"One arm thrown up over her eyes, shoulders pulled up defensively, cape billowing out behind her." Her pose reminds me of another scene... Like how she looked when peering up into LOFAF when she was drunk, maybe?

"She leaves an afterimage of shimmering light in her wake and then dissipates, drifting apart like a handful of salt tossed out to sea." :( almost anti-climactic.

"You can almost hear the cosmic clock counting down, tick tock, and a chime to accompany her fate: Heroic." Dear god. Well, at LEAST she still gets a judgment, not an insta-double death. ... Actually, come to think of it. She'll reappear right there as a ghost, won't she? :( Still in risk of a double death.

"JADE: rose!!!! no!!!!!!!!" Oh boy, Jade... Don't get drawn in, he'll want that and you won't be able to escape. John has ONE ring of life to give away, not two or even three!

But I think the chances are low that Jade and Dave will survive the rest of the battle, if this was any indication. (Blaperile has a theory Davepeta might come and take Dave's place, taking up Caledfwlch in his stead.) Unless they outright planned for this eventuality, things might continue falling apart. ... John is not going to have to pull an Aradia, is he? Continuing to retcon this moment until there's an army of him swarming LE, ensuring the others have enough time to actually DO things?

"Space splinters open around her so loudly it drowns out the fire from her rifle. Lord English raises one of his giant, fuck-off hands to deflect her anomaly-powered bullets" I don't know which rifle it is, but it seems she can now shoot bullets that run on space distortion, which reminds me of Becquerel teleporting her bullets (and themselves) during their Strife.

"It’s a wonder how such a big man can move so fast." And there he goes. the big man... HAS the speed. That's the first time we know he can move so fast right. Well, aside from being already here. Oh, right, and his moves during Collide, I forgot.

"Jade inspects her rifle, and tosses it aside. What is she doing? With all the powers of a Witch of Space at her command, combined with the infinite abilities of a First Guardian, she’s still messing around with basic firearms?" Well, yeah, it's what she was trained to do. She didn't any tutoring in First Guardian powers, so it might be risky to start using them here? I mean, I'm fairly sure her powers won't be a dud? Well, okay, the end of the Green Sun should have removed Doc Scratch' immortality granted to LE, and hopefully his First Guardian powers too, but... Well, it would suck if Jade were to try them out now and come up empty.

"Nothing. No crackle of electricity. No licks of chartreuse flame. She searches within, realizes her power source is completely unavailable to her. Then she looks up, and it dawns on her." Wwwelp. Hey, but the Black Hole was a Space-instigated object, can't she do something with that, though?

"Jade opens her mouth to scream for help, but she’s cut off." Oh shit.

"A razor-sharp fragment of reality slams into her back. It skewers her, exiting right through the center of the space symbol on her hoodie." ... Seems to me that John might have taken the people out of the doomed timeline, but he couldn't take the doom out of the people's timeline.

What is it with Homestuck and stabbing people through the back and torso?

"> Get in there!" ... This must be paralyzing to John, it's all happening so fast, faster than he can react, if he's seen what happened to Jade at all.

"Lord English struggles to emerge from the wind-prison you just whipped up." Wow, John's powers are actually capable of (at least) stalling LE, that's good news. Too bad of all the horrible news we've already had.

"Tavros has pulled himself to his feet and, recognizing English’s temporary state of vulnerability, directs the ghosts on his side to attack. No one is paying attention to him." I take that to mean, neither Lord English nor Dave nor John. Hopefully the ghosts still listen. But still, I'm afraid this battle is doomed.

"Jade is floating away from you." The clock is going to sound any second now...

Wait a minute. If my theory about John retconning this battle (if he can) to form an army is realized... Will there be ghosts of his friends that just died as well?

Hmm, Blaperile has a point, maybe Jade is also getting sucked into the Black Hole right now, I took it to meaning gravity was just a personal illusion in the Furthest Ring, and now that Jade's dead her body started hovering.

"You stare directly down the dark barrel of his throat, which readies another terrible laser shot. There’s not much time to react." ... Dave is not about to jump in front of the blast to save him, is he?? :(

"> Make a decision." Zapping out of there? Or, yeah, deciding what of the four things to keep a grip on. ... He might let go of Jade and the hammer, if he chooses the battle. But will it even be enough? But I don't think he'd bring her body with him if he zaps away, that'd be gory.

"But releasing her has created enough separation, just as you hoped. The laser breath passes between you, narrowly missing you both." Wow, he actually did it? But, like, she won't last long with her torso skewered, right? What is even his plan?

"You reel back like you’ve just been punched. Your control over the storm goes haywire for a second, long enough for Lord English to free his gaudy gold peg leg from it and, more catastrophically, for you to drop your already broken glasses." Well, that's three steps back for one step forward, now, ain't it.

"You whirl around and swing your hammer to bop his horrible, deadly skull back into your storm. You can’t really see what’s going on, but you hear a gigantic CRUNCH. And then another. And another. It sounds like a cereal commercial is playing outside the periphery of your vision." ... Either John accidentally hit Dave, or LE was able to get Dave while John is incapacitated. :( ... I don't think it's Terezi watching the battle from the sideline, eating Dorito chips.

"JOHN: dave!

DAVE: what

JOHN: is lord english... eating my hammer?

DAVE: yeah dude he totally is" Oh dear god. How totally OP can a bloke even be? Kind of a mood whiplash in the middle of this otherwise heartclenching scene.

"This isn’t going to work, waging battle without your glasses. Lord English has just eaten one of your sickest hammers due to your blind folly." ... Is he going to retcon back somewhere and steal his own glasses?

"You take a deep breath and dive down, right into the sea of ghosts. You land clumsily, palms first, and do an accidental handspring right into a bunch of alternate timeline trolls you don’t recognize." Or, yeah, maybe steal a troll's glasses? Though I guess only Eridan's might work, and does he even have the same prescription? :p ... Or maybe there's still a doomed John somewhere in there. Alternative, he might steal glasses from a Beforus troll, since he doesn't recognizes the trolls he's jumped in the middle of. ... Though that can still apply to Eridan. Or maybe Kronus wears lenses?

"JOHN: uh, hey guys. anyone see a pair of glasses down here? it’s pretty important." Ah, okay, they're still in one piece then. His windy spell wasn't broken. Welp, good luck finding your pair in a sea of trolls. The longer John's away, the riskier it gets for Dave...

"Ghosts scatter like bowling pins, many flying into the cracks in space." Eesh, yeah, that must be as doubledeathly as his lasers or the Black Hole.

"Before the leg hits you, a troll leaps into action and blocks the blow. Her trident makes a satisfying ring off the round of the peg and sends it skidding backward." Ah, I was wondering where Meenah got to! Waiting for a moment to shine, of course. Good to see her fighting efforts are definitely not in vain!

"JOHN: have you seen a pair of glasses down here? TAVROS: uH, aRE THESE WHAT YOU’RE LOOKING FOR?" Oh cool, he's joined them! I do hope Tavros isn't going to try and hog the glasses in a fit of spite for John hogging the ring. :p There are higher stakes in play!

"Also, Tavros suddenly is leading an admirable charge of about six ghosts to attack Lord English’s flesh foot. You wince, because you can see what’s coming before it happens." Noble undertaking, but a small party to try and handle even the foot of this monster. I just hope (Tavros) makes it out!

"English raises his knee and stomps three ghosts into oblivion. The other four, Tavros included, get vaporized in a beam." Aw... NO! Tavros!!

Gee...

He's made it this far, and now... Just like that...

I...

I mean, this hit harder than Rose and Jade's deaths, actually. I guess I still thought of (Tavros) as the main Tavros, after all this time. I mean, I GUESS John could still retcon this moment, but it's getting increasingly unlikely.

Actually, I'm starting to wonder, given the size of the page, that this is it. This is where LE gets offed, at one of the steepest prices.

"The ghost army seems to be thinning out pretty badly by now. Most of the ones remaining are either fleeing or getting sucked into the hole." The window to kill him is closing though, and if LE gets out of here, who knows what he'll do next?

"You whip out another hammer. A classic this time, the Wrinklefucker. Its boinging pair of irons are hot, hissing, and ready for action." ... That IS a classic, wow! Long time no see. But uh, it's severely underpowered versus the rest of his hammers, though given his high god tier, it might not matter all that much.

Guess we know what pose John struck here as he took out the hammer.

"Dave is slicing papercuts into English’s torso with glancing nicks from his blade, but the monster is spry as ever, making him a difficult target." Dave is lasting surprisingly long, though! It might all be a red herring, of course.

"He chomps down hard and shatters the hammer’s head, gobbling down the broken pieces." ... Isn't there anything Lord English can break his teeth on???

... Quick, John! Alchemize SPIDERHAMMER OF VRILLYHOO && CALIBORN'S LEG!!

"You look at the handle of your tragically masticated Wrinklefucker, shrug, and toss it into the hole." Well, he SHOULD be able to alchemize more of them, if he still has the code.

"Glancing back down toward your foe, you notice Meenah still appears to be hanging on, clinging to his left suspender." Pfff, so epic.

MEENAH: yo hold on

MEENAH: goin in for the krill" Fuck, Meenah's going to bite the dust now, too???

"She raises her trident and jams it into the back of Lord English’s neck. English reacts as if he’s been stung by a bee." Not the effectiveness she was hoping for, I imagine.

"He howls and rears up, throwing Meenah off his back with a force that sends her hurtling out into space. You can’t track her into the void with your eyes, she’s flung so far and so fast. You can only assume the worst." Sure, say 'they could not have survived that', that will ensure we'll see her again, hopefully.

"He has Dave pinned under his big green foot and is applying pressure." Shit, he's got him in mortal danger.

"English quickly whips his head in the direction of the sailing hammer, and swallows it whole." Must've been one of his smaller ones. (We can only hope.)

"DAVE: john i need a little...

Dave ducks a wide blow from English’s swinging fist. He backs up nervously, holding his sword out in front of him with two shaking hands." Jegus. Dave's holding up admirably! Guess Bro's lessons have at least served to save his life her, at least a few times.

"DAVE: anything

DAVE: i need a little anything right now

DAVE: literally any stupid fucking thing you can do

JOHN: i’m on it!"

... What will John even do now? Take out a cake from his sylladex and throw it in LE's face?

"With another flick of your wrist you spin them around you so fast they form a perfectly impenetrable barrier of pure Shitty Hammer." As far as endgame moves go, I like John's style.

"In your hands is a weapon you haven’t thought about in a long time: the Pop-a-matic Vrillyhoo." Oooh! There it is!!!! Will it's Luck-based powers be relevant here? Will John hit a 8^8 roll????

"However, you’re interrupted by a voice screaming out from behind you. It’s half familiar," ... Vriska??? Don't tell me she's interrupting to shout 'that's mine'?

"half... cat?" PFFFFFF. NO. HELL. NO. ... Well, at least Reload Rose's memories might be living on in there somewhere, maybe.

"DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < waaaaaaaaaaaait" NEVER MIND I WAS THINKING ABOUT JASPROSESPRITE FOR WHATEVER REASON!!! OF COURSE!

Davepetasprite^2 still was around! They'll likely want to take over from John, thinking they're the ones destined to kill LE. ... Will... Will Davepeta and Dave TEAM UP though??? THAT WOULD ROCK SO HARD!!!

"You whip your head around just in time to see a bolt of orange-and-green energy racing by you like a bullet. It slams into Lord English and sends him stumbling." Odds are, John doesn't even know about Davesprite getting prototyped into Nepetasprite, so his reaction will probably he hilarious. And yeah, Davepeta seemed convinced her persona was something LE was weak towards. It didn't show during Collide, but at least they survived the Undertale attack there. :P

"DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < im back" BOOM! Fifteen minutes late with Starbucks, but they're here now! Hopefully this time it'll go better! It's still weird to think, that this kind-of-ultimate-Dave and a regular-Dave are going to be working together. In a way though, it's a fitting end to Dave's arc. Also, it's a homage to Davesprite's team-up with Bro vs. Jackspers Noirlecrow.

Dave stands there with his sword, absolutely agog, his expression perfectly reflecting a blend of horror and the total inability to process who or what he is looking at." YES. PERFECT DAVE REACTION. 'who the devil are you' wouldn't even suffice! If this were a cartoon, Dave's shades would have dropped to his lips by now.

"DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < we purrmenantly merged forms and worked out all our shit!

DAVE: oh

DAVE: well that sounds fucked up but ok" Dave's like: eh, there are worse sprites I could have had. :p (*coughCALSPRITEcough*)

Davepeta spreads their wings, sending waves of warm light through the battlefield. The light feels comforting, somehow, when it hits you." Like an angel. :P Or yeah, like Blaperile points out, regular sprite healing.

"Above the bedlam, Davepeta is finishing up an inspiring speech. You realize you tuned most of it out due to the surrounding chaos." Welp! Well, John mustn't have missed much, lots of furry puns probably. ;)

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < i know it looks pawful right now but we can do it

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < in fact were literally the only ones who can do it

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < after all

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < it is our destiny B33" Ah, okay, the speech was mostly aimed towards Dave, I suppose. Unless they know stuff about John's destiny. :P

"You and Dave exchange a look that silently says all that needs to be said right now." Like how Rose 'n Roxy exchanged looks. Guess part of why we didn't see their conversations was because they didn't matter all that much. Unless Rose returns through the Ring of Life, and Jade turns out to not have been killed... (And Tavros was... just another version of himself that got killed?)

"Davepeta is right. You three are the only ones left, and there’s no room for failure." Eesh, okay, so all the ghosts have been doublekilled.

"> Final Round." HERE WE GOOOOOO

"Perhaps a well-oiled machine careening down a steep hill toward the edge of a cliff, but well-oiled nonetheless." It's a step up from most teamups in Homestuck, right?

"The butts of the hammers hit him over and over again, like racking up points in a slot machine." 777

"Dave manages to carve a red line up Lord English’s side, drawing real blood this time. The slash snaps one of his suspenders in half, and must sever something else too, because the sword makes a gristly, meaty squelch when he pulls it out." Awesome! First REAL wound and... Hold on. Is the prophecy about "the tyrant less an arm and an eye" going to come in play again!!

"You realize you seem to be stuck in a cycle and are in serious danger of running out of hammers." I'm surprised he had this much of them to begin with. Guess he spent a lot of time alchemizing hammers out of boredom, perhaps even still on Earth C.

"Davepeta scrapes their cool Wolverine claws up Lord English’s back, and then kicks him in the back of the head. You time it perfectly and complete the combo with a well-placed Vrillyhoo undercut to his jaw." Awesome combo!

"Which is why you refuse to let the handle go when English wraps his tongue around it and unhinges his jaw with a sick, wet pop." At some point, a man has to take a stand and defend their property. :P John: Extract hammer from jaw like the sword from the stone. You can do it, you're the chosen one! Will John hit the 8^8 right in LE's mouth?? It would be something if he can dislocate his jaw, and tear it off!

"Your heel slips on some drool, and your whole leg skids straight into his mouth.

You twist, off balance, and fail to catch yourself. You only let go of the hammer when you feel the walls of his throat constrict around your ankles. The pressure sucks you in up to the knees with one gulp." Dear god. His throat is also a black hole!! ... Oh no, Blaperile points something out. I joked about Caliborn's leg. I hope John isn't going to lose his!

"Vrillyhoo is in his stomach, and you’re following it down quicker than you can even process. Is this the end? No, you think. This is such an unfairly stupid fucking way to die!" John. John are you going to retco- No. He's going to blow LE up from the inside, maybe?! With windy powers??

Davepeta reacts quickly, shoving their claws between his molars. You can hear them growling as they slowly twist their arm to pry the massive jaw open." Wow, Davepeta rescued John, two times in quick succession! And they are ridiculously strong if they can pry his jaw open!

You’re not dead yet, but Lord English definitely got a big, sharp tooth in you. Your vision reels and goes blurry, then patchy, then dark, then—" Don't pass out don't pass out don't pass out don't pass out. There's no happy ending down that road.

"> Don't fucking die." Best. Command. Ever. Wish I could get Super Mario to respond to that when I mistime a jump.

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < wrow you almost got vored to death

JOHN: what?" Don't google it kids. I'm not even sure if it's Dave or Nepeta that made a reference to vore here. Don't want to know, either.

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < im afuraid to say that you look like total shit my dude" my dude is what Arquiusprite would say.

"DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < purromeows me you wont move

JOHN: i... purromeows?" The puns. It's a wonder John can read through them.

... Oh, he couldn't.

"DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < you should stay here while we wind this bitch down" Are they going to tire him for John to land the killing blow?

"You’re woozy and don’t have the energy to stop yourself from drifting. There’s blood floating up around you, dilute and bubbly in the air like cooking oil in water. It’s yours.

> Examine wound" Wow, it's reminding me of Problem Sleuth, who got so mortally wounded as well before Demonhead Mobster Kingpin was finally killed for good.

"You lift your chin and see it: Lord English’s gold tooth cracked off at the base and embedded in your chest." Oh, wow. So that tooth was the only 'vulnerable' one in the jaw, then. Since it wasn't real. Will he do something with it against LE, once he regains his strength?

"Dave finds his moment. He rams Caledfwlch into Lord English’s chest, all the way up to the hilt. It penetrates his flesh like nothing else has to this point. The wound around the blade sizzles slightly. The weapon—the unusual material it’s made out of—is poison to English." Cueball meets pool ball. Hah, eat shit!

"He cries out in a cracked, broken staccato. It’s an earsplitting wail that cleaves the last of the Furthest Ring apart. Reality falls away from the mooring of the all-surrounding white light like a peeled eggshell." ... Wow. The entirety of the Furthest Ring is evaporated around them!! Or well, definitely the part LE cracked. But what's the dimension 'behind'? Blankspace, or something else?

"Dave’s trying to get his sword free but he’s stuck. English’s shriek morphs into a sinister, predatory rattle as his jaw creaks open. His mouth envelops Dave’s head and snaps shut. He twists once, then twice, then again with a CRACK. A disaster of blood instantly coats his skull and upper torso." I-WUH. NOW? OF ALL TIMES?? JUST AS THEY'RE- FUCKING. HELL MAN. WHAT A MURDER DINOSAUR OF A BASTARD SON.

... My only, ONLY hope now is that through ultimate self means, at least hopefully the victory selves will be able to remember. Well, that, and that John will survive the next part. Maybe Davepeta will take the sword out now.

"Your limbs feel like lead. You consult your strife deck, but you’ve got nothing left. No hammers, no nothing." Eesh. Not even fistkind? Maybe?

"It’s up to Davepeta, who appears to have plenty left. If not in the strife deck per se, then in the heart." Maybe that last Dave dying... empowered them somehow, too.

I wonder though... Dave could never pull Caledfwlch out before, can Davepetasprite^2? John might be able to though! If Davesprite was to be believed, confetti would have popped out together with the sword if John had tried it. If he can just muster the strength now...

"Davepeta stands twenty paces behind him, crouches low to the ground, wiggles their behind, and pounces. " Now. Now of all times, the pouncegreet makes its return.

"They cling to English’s back, wrap their legs around his midriff, draw back their arms, and plunge their claws deep into the behemoth’s armpits." Hah, classic Wolverine.

"Davepeta then spreads their wings in an awe-inspiring display. An unwitting spectator viewing Lord English from the front might suspect the garish orange-green wings belonged to English himself." Pffff, just like an adult cherub WOULD have looked like. Blaperile just- WITH THE SWORD THROUGH HIS TORSO, LORD ENGLISH NOW ALMOST EXACTLY MIRRORS BEC NOIR!!!!!

Only thing left is for him to lose an arm and an eye, maybe!!! The tyrant will definitely die today, though.

"Davepeta then, with all their might, lifts Lord English into the air and flies toward the black hole, trailing ribbons of blood and neon." TIME FOR DAVEPETA TO FLY UP INTO THE FUCKING [s]SUN[/s] BLACK HOLE LIKE AN IDIOT. And now, finally, that SBaHJ strip has finally been seen realized.

"English resists fiercely, but they’re both already locked into the gravity well, beyond any threshold of escape." Wow. It's really going to be his undoing. But the Hole would have never been enough, it was the combination of the sword and Davepeta that brought him to the brink.

Now, the main thing is... Will John survive? ... Rose did seem to have had a vision that had her smile... sadly, perhaps. :(((

"This victory, this final sacrifice, has always been the destiny of Davepeta, as they have sensed from the moment they were created. And to die on this day, in this way, has always been the destiny of Lord English." Wooow. WWWWWWOOOOOOWWWW. It's really happening.

I wonder how conscious Lord English still is, whether something remains of that bratty Caliborn to bask in this defeat.

I do hope he truly can't escape it, not through some shitty timeline duplication or anything. Not even stuck as Caliborn as Lord of Time with cueball powers.

"The black hole—the gaping, implacable, cosmic embodiment of the dead cherub, his long-departed sister—finally welcomes Lord English home." Yeah, that was part of their mating ritual, one partner leading the other home to a black hole near their old home. LE is going to be the ultimate Homestuck.

"English and Davepeta are sucked in with a subatomic whimper. The reunion sends shock waves across the pitiful remains of Paradox Space. And then everything is wholly, utterly, and categorically silent. It’s over. Lord English is dead." Wow. 'Reunion', yeah. Because this represents Lord English becoming 'whole', reunited with his sister's embodiment!

Davepeta made the ultimate sacrifice. I hope post-victory Dave can cherish the memories. But... Yeah. Nepeta and Equius, the parts of them present in Davepeta and Arquius... Are gone for ever. And Nepeta and Equius are united, for ever.

And now.

I hope... I hope John won't succumb. I hope he can be safed. But I fear that it's not going to be as easy as the B2 kids finding them and Jane healing him.

Also, the Candy path, I'm getting more and more the feeling it might contain conversations that are the 'fluffier' counterpart to this path. That maybe it just shows Calliope 'n Roxy as they eat the candy. And then we get a lot of conversations that were cut out of the Meat part but still happen in the same timeline.

"But it doesn’t feel over, somehow. You don’t feel like you’ve won." I know, right?

"You can barely feel anything, actually. Eesh, John, stay with us!

"All you can think about, for now, is...

Davepeta. How they were so unfettered and brave. How they sacrificed themselves by flying right into the black hole like...

Like a fucking piece of garbage, you can almost hear Dave saying. May God rest his soul." Reference, locked and secured.

"You’ve convinced yourself of this truth well enough to allow yourself to exhale. Enough to allow yourself to suddenly acknowledge the agony coursing through your body, emanating from the gold tooth lodged in your chest. Enough to allow yourself to succumb to the overwhelming urge to sleep." Don't. Don't you dare succumb to unfathomable sleeplust. That's not going to end well. In spite of Jane, I'd settle for Meenah, but Thief of Life doesn't seem like a healer class.

"> Close your eyes." ... It ends here. The fucking end battle. Is over.

Wow. That was SO intense. So chaotic, but then that's always been the case with battles in Homestuck, all plans for naught.

... Will John be able to survive curtousy of the Ring of Life? But then he'd have to have it put on, first.

... On the other hand, if he were to... die, would he have even spawned a ghost? That goes for Dave and Rose, and perhaps Jade, as well. I mean, the reason for the dreambubbles is gone, and their makers, the Horrorterrors themselves, perhaps, too.

But man, I am pleased with the fact that we've had a conclusion to Lord English' arc, and the battle of the Furthest Ring.

It's way past my bedtime, so I'm going to log off now. Going to be digesting this.

#homestuck #upd8 #homestuck epilogues #homestuck liveblog #reaction #spoiler alert #lord english #davepetasprite^2 #john egbert #dave strider #tavros nitram #meenah peixes

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roxywashere · 5 years

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What’s Up, Danger

Rey acclimates to her powers

Rey Walker, better known as the superhero Neon, had very suddenly become a celebrity after being inducted into Astra’s League, the world's most prestigious superhero organization. She sat in the League's headquarters, FursTech Tower in Danesville, Wisconsin, at 3 in the morning January 1st 2101, watching as 24-hour news stations scrambled to uncover everything they could about this random punk-rocker who had just been thrust onto the world's stage. Her best friends and long-time crime-fighting partners Hilda Furst, Elle Ectric, and Shailene Octavia stood around watching the same holographic screens where they were also being analysed for the same reasons.

“This is so weird,” Rey commented as she watched the TMZ office argue about the team’s power levels while all still wearing party hats from their New Years party just hours before.

“You’ll get used to it,” Aradia Furst told her.

“I’m literally being interviewed by like 17 people every single minute and I hate it,” Hilda said. She was apparently Aradia’s second cousin three times removed (Hilda’s great-great-great-great-grandparents were Aradia’s great-grandparents), which Hilda had only learned when she saw it on MSNBC’s coverage of her. “I’ve never killed myself in public before but I’m this fucking close to doing it just to have one less body for everybody to interrogate.” She’d never been this stressed out by her power before, at least that she’d let her best friends know.

“This is exactly why I don’t like going out in public,” Elle said.

“Well, I guess you’re going to be travelling exclusively by lightning bolt forever now because your ass is famous worldwide.”

“I wish my ass was famous,” Shailene mumbled.

“Don’t go getting any ideas, now,” Aradia chastised. “We’re public figures, we have to keep a clean facade.”

“I mean, do we have to? Or is that just how things have been done? What if it’s tasteful? With, like, a real photographer?”

“If you want to draw Astra’s ire, go ahead. But I’ll be looking down my nose at you the whole time.”

“All I heard was ‘go ahead’.”

“Do you pay us?” Hilda asked. “Or would we have to do brand deals and shit.”

“You each get a monthly stipend which will support a quite comfortable housing arrangement,” Aradia answered. “Anything else you wish to earn on top of that is up to you. I would suggest that you wait to get comfortable with your new income before you start trying to supplement it.”

“Is that on top of, or replacing, your basic income program?”

Aradia was at a loss for words. “No League members have ever been on the program before. I never even considered that it was a possibility.”

Rey’s phone dinged with a new message. She was actually kind of surprised that it wasn’t just constantly going off since the press conference. The text, and the ones that immediately followed it, read:

Hey, this is Felicia The waitress From the diner You gave me your number Are you busy right now? You’re probably busy You can ignore me if you’re busy

With a brief burst of her superspeed Rey texted back:

I'm not busy don’t worry Just watching the news hyd?

What is this, the 20s? ‘hyd’?

I’m old fashioned

I get enough old fashioned at this fucking diner

Is your shift over?

Almost. Another hour

You work third shift often?

Only tonight I drew the short straw to work the new year shift

You busy after?

I was planning on sleeping

That’s probably a good idea

I could wait until after getting an early breakfast tho

Wanna come to Danesville? I know a couple places

Danesville is a 10 hour drive from here

I can carry you Btw, whats the actual address of the diner I kinda just stumbled upon you last time

1 Mile Run Rd Allenwood PA We’re right next to Little Mountain State Park off I-80

Suddenly Hilda jumped out of her seat, yelling “FUCK!”

“What is it?” Aradia asked.

“The Harlequin just showed up at one of my bank security guard jobs. Midwest Federal.”

A plasma trail traced from the chair Rey had been sitting in to the workshop’s balcony, where Rey already was, leaning over it to look out over the city. “Alright Aradia, time to hold up your end of the bargain.”

“I suppose it is.” Aradia got to work casting a portal, but instead of waiting Rey jumped over the railing and ran down the side of the building. Running down a building was always much harder than running up one, but it was so much more exhilarating. On her way down, she sent one last text to Felicia:

Gotta go. Duty calls. See you in an hour hopefully If I never text back then that means I’m dead 👉😎👉

She made it to the bottom with no problems, and flowed through the city until she stopped in front of the bank. Five of Hilda in bank security guard uniforms were standing with their handguns pointed at the door. All the lights inside were dark, and the front door looked like it had been smashed in. A second later the portal Aradia had been casting finally opened, behind Hilda and Rey.

“Wait,” Shay said, double-taking at the balcony of the workshop behind her. “How did you...”

“I’ve been here for like five minutes, guys,” Rey taunted.

An ATM came flying out of the bank’s front doors, followed by a shrill roar. Rey stepped out of the way, pulling one of Hilda who was also in the way along with her.

“What the fuck was that? I thought you said the Harlequin was in there?”

“I swear to god I saw her mask for an instant before she killed me,” Hilda said.

“Is she working with somebody new?”

“Let’s not wait to see...” Aradia said. “HARLEQUIN!” I know you’re in there. You’ve slipped under my radar for far too long.”

Another roar rang out. And then a slow stomping, slowly growing closer. And eventually some creature stepped out of the shadows, with red-and-white checkered scales, wearing the Harlequin’s mask: a plain featureless oval, half red and half white. Except the mask had been split across its width, a third of the way up, by a thick crack which was now its mouth.

“What the fuck is that thing?” Elle asked.

It spoke, in a low, rasping tone. “Hello, Aradia. Recognise me?”

“Why should I, fiend?” Aradia demanded.

“Twofold, witch. Your father was a thorn in my side for decades, one. And you and I spoke face to face only 7 days and a few hours ago, two.”

The Harlequin had been a consistent foe of her father in his early days before joining Astra’s League, this Aradia was familiar with. But, seven days and a few hours ago, Aradia had been at Johanna Kerr’s christmas ball, before it had been blown up by what evidence suggested was the Harlequin, or at least her goons. Aradia would have remembered encountering this beast there.

“What happened to you, Harlequin. This is something new, even for you.”

“I’ll spare you the details of my weakness, if you please. I’ll only have you know that it was and remains to be very painful.”

Something clicked in Aradia’s mind. Could it have something to do with the massive explosion the Harlequin had triggered after Aradia had left the christmas ball? If she had been at the ball to trigger the bomb, she likely would also have been caught in it. That would be more than enough energy to disrupt the impenetrability of her superhuman skin and possibly cause this strange alteration. It was a chemistry gauntlet to work through some other time, however, and especially not as a mere thought experiment.

“Then allow me to relieve your pain,” Aradia announced, straightening her back, and drawing herself up into the standard casting stance, one hand held in front of the other, fingers ready to trace magic circles into the air. “Girls, do what you do.”

The very first thing the Harlequin did was wrench a piece of the door frame out of the wall, and attempt to use it as a javelin to spear Aradia. As before, Rey leapt in to pull Aradia out of the way of the projectile, which embedded into a concrete wall across the street.

“Don’t worry about me getting hit,” Aradia told Rey. “I’m more robust than I look. Focus on taking this thing out.” She then quickly summoned a simple but strong magical barrier, and used it to give herself cover while maneuvered herself next to Hilda.

Meanwhile, Elle and Shay put their powers to work together, performing one of their favorite tag-team moves. Shay reached out and liberated the bronze fixtures from the destroyed door, which she psychically compacted into two rods and Elle then pumped a voltage differential into. Shay launched them at the Harlequin, which hit and elicited a scream as the voltages equalized through her.

Once Aradia had sidled up to Hilda, she asked of her “I’m going to need you to duplicate something for me, quickly.”

“What is it?”

Aradia knelt down and anchored her barrier to the street. She then plucked a dimly glowing white jewel off one of her necklaces and handed it to Hilda. “Its magic and that's all you'll understand even if I explained it. Took me a few years to understand myself.”

Hilda took the jewel and quickly duplicated herself to five, before passing the now 5 jewels to the middle-most her and re-condensing herself back to one. She repeated the duplication once more, before handing them to Aradia. Piled together in a hoard of 25, their combined glow was now about as bright as an average light bulb.

“That’ll do quite nicely,” Aradia said. She dumped all but one into her sleeve, cradling the last one in her palm. She pumped her light through her skin into the jem.

Aradia stood up, clenching her other fist and dissipating the shield she had summoned. She tossed the jewel towards the Harlequin, and yelled “Rey! Blast this with me!”

While Aradia cast a spell to focus her light, Rey zipped in and examined the jem. In the compressed time that her power afforded her, she grabbed it out of the air, and made a deliberate pondering pose for a long enough fraction of a second that she would be visible doing it. She then walked up to the Harlequin, and held it out in front of the Harlequin’s mask. While the Harlequin did a double-take at the audacity of the act, Rey asked “This a good spot?”

“Perfect.” Aradia illuminated the jem with a brilliant white laser projected from her fingertip. Rey, for her own part, channeled her power to siphon some of the plasma that was fueling her into it as well. It was less than a second before Rey felt a crack, and took that has her cue to let go and back away very casually.

Rey watched from a roof across the street as the jewel exploded, throwing the Harlequin through the wall of the bank.

She only recently had been able to go this fast, after Aradia had given her an upgrade: The Heart. The Heart was a backpack fusion reactor that produced functionally infinite plasma for her to fuel her power with. She use to be able to consistently hit speeds of about fifteen miles a minute, but she’d only be able to sustain that for a handful of minutes. With the Heart, however, she’d been clocking a mile a second, and she had been able to sustain that for at least fifteen minutes, long enough to run from New York City to Danesville, without a sweat.

She pulled her phone out and checked to see Felicia’s response:

If that becomes the last text you ever send anybody i’m donating this phone to the smithsonian for their astras league exhibit

Rey smiled, and put her phone away. She went to step off the roof, but stopped when she noticed a strange flower growing out of the gravel spread across the roof. She summoned some plasma to her palm to shine a light on the flower, which closed its petals against the intense beam of sun-simulacrum.

She heard a crunch against the gravel behind her, and as quickly as she could she turned to face the sound, delivering her neck quite nicely into the grasp of a viney tentacle.

“Well, well, well,” world-infamous supervillainess Babalon said, as she lifted Rey off the ground.

She was dark-skinned, indian-american if Rey remembered the various tv specials about her correctly. Her hair was a long braided tangle, interwoven with branches and interspersed with flowers. She was wearing a bodysuit that was either made of leaves or designed to look like it was made of leaves. Holding her up off the ground were a dozen or so ten-foot-long, inch-thick vines that sprouted from her back and waist, one of which was stretched out and holding Rey. Each vine ended in a bundle of two-foot-long “fingers” each of which could move individually but tended to be used in groups. The fingers were what was wrapped around Rey's neck, preventing her from making her retreat.

Babalon drew herself closer to Rey. “It seems the self-pompous priestess of light has found herself a new disciple. Wanna know what I did to the last one?”

“I'm good, actually. Hey, why'd you name yourself Babalon?” Rey responded, grabbing the vine around her neck with both hands and channeling some of her plasma into it. Babalon recoiled as two feet of that vine was instantly incinerated.

“She gave you the Light too?! HOW?!” Babalon screamed as she swung another of her vines at Rey, faster even than most other superspeedsters Rey had ever met. No wonder she was on the top tier, worthy of being one of the few that drew Astra herself out to fight.

Rey needed to actually focus. Her new upgrade gave her an edge, but only barely.

She boosted herself backwards, remembering just a little too late that the edge of the roof had been behind her. She tripped over the parapet and fell back over the edge, and slowed time down to give her some space for thought. She was about 5 stories up. It would take about 4 seconds to reach the ground. That was plenty of time. She brought her hand to her chin and pondered.

She had only had three hours to adjust to her new power level, but she was fairly confident in her ability. She had developed one specific new skill, something almost unnoticeable that she had nonetheless noticed running up and down buildings all night. She just needed to figure out how to do it on purpose.

She felt the writing mass of plasma on her back, the Heart, given to her by Aradia. She felt its warmth, its light. “The Light”, Babalon had called it. Astra, local goddess she was, had never revealed what it was that fueled her cosmic might, but she did do a lot of glowing while she used it. Was this the same Light? Rey had no idea, but it was a fun little supposition to make. And it did somewhat explain the aforementioned new skill.

“Are you... posing?” Babalon asked, apparently appalled by the gall Rey was exhibiting.

Rey had been focusing on both her inner monologue and maintaining the hand to the chin, and hadn’t noticed that time had resumed normal speed and she hadn’t continued falling.

“What the fuck?!” Shay yelled. “I’m not doing that!

Rey looked at herself. She appeared to be just standing at a 90 degree angle from vertical, 45 feet above the street. “Huh. Didn’t know I could do that.” As she moved, the plasma trail that indicated she was using her power traced her every gesture.

Babalon lunged over the edge, and Rey cut out her power to drop herself out of reach. Shay reached out and grabbed Rey before she hit the ground, following the unprecedented failure of Rey to reactivate the hovering part with the rest of her powers.

“That was weird,” Rey told the others as she righted herself. “Anyway, what’s up with this bitch, Rad?”

Aradia gave Rey a look of annoyance for using her nickname. “That’s Jane Newark. She’s...” Aradia sighed. “A pseudodemon, and a Whore.”

“Wow, strong words. But, I get the idea. Let’s kick her ass.”

A brick whizzed past Rey's head. “Forgetting something?” the Harlequin growled.

“Elle, help me out with Babalon, the rest of you keep dealing with dollface.”

Elle zapped up to the roof with Babalon, with Rey following.

“The witch’s new toys are out to play, I see...” Babalon said as she circled the two. “I’ve killed 5 of Astra’s League, you two small fries don’t stand a chance.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” Rey said winding up a punch, Elle standing behind her. “Elle, now!”

Elle jumped forwards, converting herself into pure electrical energy, electrical plasma. She wrapped herself around Rey’s arm, and Rey absorbed her and used her energy to launch herself forward, fist first. Elle released herself the instant Rey’s fist hit Babalon’s chest, exploding out of Rey’s hand, shooting forwards and launching Babalon into the sky.

Elle continued to the clouds, dragging Babalon along with her. She rematerialized periodically, taking opportunities to give Babalon a kick or two before returning to plasma to dodge Babalon’s flailing vines. On the ground, Rey flowed through the streets, following Elle’s flashes of lightning.

Elle eventually let Babalon go in the middle of a cloud over a field outside the city. She struck down to the ground, and started waiting for Babalon to fall down to her. Rey caught up only a few seconds later. They acknowledged each other with a fistbump that crackled with static and neon.

“So what was with that flying thing back there?” Elle asked.

“I don’t really know. This nuclear backpack Rad gave me has some fucking magic in it or something.”

“Can you do it again?”

“I mean, probably. I don’t know how though. How do you do it?”

‘“It’s just an instinctual extension of my power. But it’s not really the same as, like, how Astra flies.”

“I mean, obviously. But I gotta start somewhere.”

“What if you just try running up?”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“When you run with your power, it’s like pushing yourself in the direction you want to go, right? Just do that, but up.”

“I don’t know...” Rey was silent as she looked up to inspect Babalon's progress towards the ground. “Wait, shit, I just got it.”

“Got what?”

“It’s the Garden of Babalon, because she controls plants.”

Elle sighed. “That does make sense, yeah. You wanna give it a go, with me giving you a boost?”

“Give what a go?”

“Running up.”

“I mean, sure. But you gotta promise to catch me if it don't work.” Rey reached out her hand towards Elle

“Deal.” Elle took Rey’s hand. “3, 2, 1...” Elle converted to lightning and crackled over Rey’s skin as Rey absorbed her, before Rey knelt down and then jumped into the air, Elle releasing herself to give Rey a little extra height.

Rey tried doing what Elle suggested, activating her power to try to force herself higher. As Elle jumped out of her, Rey tried to siphon some of the extra energy Elle had given her, and add it to her reservoir.

She didn’t expect that she would be rocketed into the sky at the same speed she could run. She passed Babalon, still on her own journey down, before she knew what was happening, and hit the clouds in a single second.

Elle, still nearly on the ground, for a second thought her friend had exploded or somehow vaporized herself, until she backed away and saw Rey’s plasma trail tracing a thick, bright line straight up. “Holy shit, Rey.”

Rey, now whizzing past the clouds, considered what to do next. She calmly pulled some plasma from the Heart, though not nearly as much as she used to get into this position, and then tried activating her power downwards to slow her still very rapid ascent through the atmosphere. She managed to stop herself before she got to the point where the air would be too thin to breath, and then let herself start to drop back down to Earth. She periodically slowed herself down, until she was continuously doing it, and was floating like she had done accidentally before. She experimented with the hypothetical throttle of her power, gently increasing and decreasing to raise higher and lower, and then tried to change the angle at which the was directing her power, and managed to achieve something quite analogous to how she assumed someone like Astra could fly.

She glanced down, and noticed Elle zapping around a very angry looking dot, and dropped down to join her.

“Nice of you to join us,” Elle said as Rey gently fell to a stop a few dozen feet above the grass.

“Hey, turns out, I can totally fly.”

“Join the club.”

“We just did, like 5 hours ago.”

“Shut and help me, Rey.”

Rey dropped down to the ground, where Babalon was swinging her vines wildly to try and and reach the two heroes floating just out of her reach.

“You getting tired yet?” Rey asked her. “If you want I could go get Astra, somebody you can actually get some good swings in with.”

“Don’t act like you’re too powerful for me. You haven’t laid a finger on me either, you stupid punk.”

“Tell that to your singed vine.”

Babalon lunged at Rey, growling with frustration. Rey zipped past her vines, and grabbed the vine harness that anchored her plant limbs to her human body. Rey pumped plasma directly from the Heart onto the vines, incinerating them and burning away the leaf-like costume Babalon was wearing.

Babalon swung one of her human arms, hitting Rey and sending her flying.

Rey crashed into the grass, rolling and yelling in pain. “FUCK! I think my rib is broken...”

Babalon, now robbed of her major advantage and seething with rage, stomped towards the now vulnerable hero. “That’s why it takes Astra to handle me, you petulant child. She can take a hit.”

Elle zapped over to Rey, to put herself between Rey and Babalon. “You get back, you bitch.” Elle unwound the chains she kept wrapped around her arms, and started swinging them, striking sparks between them. “We aren’t done here, yet.”

“I’ll just kill you both, then.”

Elle ran at Babalon, and then zapped around her, leaving her chains corporeal enough to wrap around Babalon’s arms. Elle materialized behind her and twisted the chains to bind Babalon’s arms behind her. “Do anything stupid and your heart’s a piece of burnt toast.”

“Bold of you to assume I have one.”

“Well, if you say so.” Elle pumped 10,000 volts across her hands, sending the current across Babalon’s shoulders, setting her skin on fire most evidently. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Elle atomized the chains and rematerialized them back on her own arms, and then kicked Babalon to the ground, where she screamed in apparent agony. “Rey, do you think you can walk?”

Rey slowly got to her feet, grunting occasionally whenever she agitated the broken rib. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Can you send up a flare?”

“Yeah.” Rey raised her palm up to the sky, and launched a plasma ball into the air, arcing slightly towards the city.

A portal appeared a dozen seconds later, out of which Aradia, Shay, and Hilda stepped. Rey saw, through the portal, the Harlequin, restrained tightly by a few dozen feet of chain wrapped around her, being loaded into a police van.

“Good work, girls,” Aradia congratulated. “You are certainly working hard to earn your place on this team.” Aradia strode towards the writhing Babalon, and pulled all of the adamantium from the jewelry she was wearing and sent it to lift Babalon and hogtie her. “Wait until Astra hears how the youngest members of the League took you down on their own.”

“Your threats of humiliation mean nothing, witch,” Babalon spat.

Aradia muzzled Babalon with the remaining adamantium she had. “Shut the fuck up, Whore.”

Rey limped over. “Hey, I don’t suppose you got any healing magic, do you?”

“Depends how severe your injury.”

“Broken rib?”

“Just one? No trouble at all.” Aradia quickly danced out a spell, which sent a warmth up through Rey’s ribcage. “Now, I would suggest you rest for a while before...”

“No can do, doc, I’ve got a date to keep.” Punctuated by a communal sigh from all five of the other women, Rey zipped off.

#Astraverse #Rey Walker #superhero #superhero literature #Serial story #writing

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kitkat-the-artist · 5 years

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Happy 10th anniversary for Homestuck!

What better way to celebrate than actually participating this year with a redesign of my very first troll OC that I never posted. To be fair, if you look or follow my main blog, my profile pic probably the only existing reference photo that I haven’t destroyed or lost.

I’m gonna also celebrate today with a bit of a story that involved the convention I went to recently underneath the cut, so here we go.

March 17th, 2019. I walked into a small panel room that was being run by four mods, each of them in a Homestuck cosplay. Karkat, Vriska, Jade, and Roxy. I was early to the room, but there was at least 10 people there already, more coming in with every second. By the time the panel started, when I looked back, the room was practically filled. Since the panel wasn’t meant to be much, I guess the con staff gave them a room they figured would fit a decent amount, but looking back at how many people were squeezing into the room really showed how many people still liked Homestuck. When the panel started, the mods encouraged us to come up and tell our stories and experiences with Homestuck. The stories I heard was interesting to see how it changed each of them (My favorite one being from a Sollux cosplayer who said their experience with it was from years ago when they played a game with five friends and had to move to another room when theirs got too crowded. They each kept a hand on a friends’ head to keep themselves from getting lose. Only until they got to the vendors did the Sollux notice somebody glaring and when they turned around, at least 23 more Homestuck cosplayers had joined in). When I went to take my turn, I told them where it all started.

I started reading Homestuck in the summer of 2012 after an online friend from an art website that no longer exists recommended it to me. At this point in my life, I had little to no friends in real life. The only people I befriended were the kids that schools praised for being so smart. The ones who ended up in Honors classes, so I had nobody to hang out with during classes or lunch. Over time, I lost contact with them. The only other people I somewhat befriended were people I talked about anime with. Though my time with them was strange and this was at the point in my life where I was wondering if people were being sincere about wanting to be my friend or looking for excuses to make fun of me for processing things slowly.

Third day of freshman year. I was in my first period English class and I was making my way to my desk when I stopped and noticed a girl drawing on her schedule. She was one of the few people who inspired me to draw again because I was in awe at her skills. All over her schedule, she had drawn Adventure Time, Hetalia, all sorts of anime characters, and the one I recognized almost immediately. Homestuck. I got a little closer and pointed to her schedule, asking if that was Aradia. She said yes and after we talked, we started to hang out. We would sit together on the same side of the room in classes we shared together, write notes to each back and forth about Homestuck or the places she had been, stuff we liked to do.

Over time, she and I met other people. That group we befriended so quickly grew and became our little friend group. The people who I had strange friendships with in middle school slowly joined in and we actually got to know each other. At one point, my friend told me about a convention in the area and it was there I learned about cosplay. I dug into what conventions and cosplays were all about and found out there were so many people who were into Homestuck like me. I put together my first cosplay, Aranea Serket, and I met so many great people, some who I stayed friends with even after those many years. My favorite event that year was Promstuck, but every year I went to it after that, I never got to stay long enough or I missed it on the final year until it was no more. (Unfortunately, I don’t have photos from that year, but I did find the old dress that I ruined with the giant Scorpio sign)

Back in school, I met someone among the group in March who would change my life forever. See, at this point, I had a crush on Karkat in the webcomics (to which when I explained this detail to the panel, they all smiled and pointed to the Karkat mod) and I had a Signless necklace that my family bought back when WhatPumpkin was still a store. After he noticed my necklace, he told me “You know, that’s my zodiac sign, right?”

From then on, I hung out with this guy. We used to sit in lunch, holding hands and jokingly call each other dumb pets names involving cats, his being Karkitty. Six years, we stayed together. And after six years of sticking together, we got engaged.

I did end my conclusion of the story of Homestuck with asking the panel if it was alright with them for me to share a redraw of my first troll OC, her ancestor, and dancestor when they were introduced. One person started with “Yes! Show the trolls!” and it became a chant from there. After showing it, I ended my story with saying that while I joke around about Homestuck being a part of my life, I have to thank it at the same time because without it, I wouldn’t have met the people I knew today, wouldn’t be in a happy relationship, wouldn’t be doing cosplay, and wouldn’t be doing art.

After we all told our stories, we ended up finishing the panel off with 6 to 7 year old videos that we all had seen at least once in our lives (Lullaby For The Gods, Mambostuck, Quest Of The Highbloods, You Can’t Fight The Homestuck) and we said our goodbyes. Whether we’d see each other again after that remained to be seen, but it made me happy to know Homestuck still meant something to all of us after these many years.

I apologize for this being so long, but it brought a lot of memories to me after revisiting the story. For that, I’m extremely glad Homestuck existed. It made my life so much better and I don’t know where I’d be, had I not read it or if it never existed. Maybe something else would’ve pulled me and the people I know together, but as far as I’m concerned, Homesuck is what pulled a majority of my interests and friends together and I don’t think anything else would’ve brought as much joy as Homestuck did.

For that, I say thank you, Andrew Hussie, for creating a webcomic that brought me and everything I knew together. Thank you to everyone who contributed to Homestuck whether in working on the comic itself or just being a part of the fandom to make artwork and everything else.

Thank you.

#ck art #my art #homestuck #homestuck oc #fantroll #happy 413 folks

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moddux2 · 5 years

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Final post I will be making on this crap since I haven’t made a rant/comment on all this shit since I was asleep, going to do it in one big post and then disregard it.

[cracks fingers]

Okay this is going to be my one and only final post on the issue because holy shit what little bit of reasonable “hear out what they’re saying” has ran dry and i’ve had a good night sleep.

I woke up, read some stuff and am 200% done with this shit.

https://rhysing-oc.tumblr.com/post/183297862370/hey-if-yall-are-minors-or-have-minor-characters

-only slightly valid point in here is me not marking things on a blog that has (18+) in the description at the top of the page.. I’ll give you that one, the rest though?

https://rhysing-oc.tumblr.com/post/183301207595/alright-yall-listen-up

-this makes my head cave in, you make a post calling me one of the most disgusting things on this planet... and then say “stop it” when people send death threats and suicide bait? Get the fuck off your non-existent moral high ground you asshat.

https://rhysing-oc.tumblr.com/post/183301289215/hey-theoriginalknightverse-you-wanna-do-this

-I was asleep when this was made so i’m reading this on the spot. I don’t think/know if i’ve ever interacted with you prior.

-Second, beginning your shit with “oh i was abused by a pedo when i was a child” is a terrible thing to hear but doesn’t make you any more or less qualified to talk about something so why bring it up at all? If not to get “victim points”?

-this catsuit nonsense, me basically saying, hey, you say “nice” and “cute” about art and art styles too, maybe I should throw your own logic back in your face and see how you like it.

- your next part “blah blah blah me good and don’t follow minors”, good for you neither do I, I literally cannot follow any more blogs because my main is pretty much at the follow cap with stupid meme blogs and dead blogs from the pre purge so i don’t know where you’re getting that from.

-your next part with the “they don’t age because dead, forever 13!”, fuck off with that reach, get that weak shit outta here. “Can’t age them up, checkmate!”, counterpoint, They’re aged up, fuck even in the lore of the comic with “paradox space” being a thing there’s a 100% guarantee in the infinite timelines/doomed timelines there’s a one where they’re out there of age, so your argument is bullshit even in universe.

- then you move onto condescending asshat territory again “just make a sfw blog", I make sfw, “not sfw enough, bad” fuck off ya unpleasable twat.

-”flag your blog as adult” - see previous point about (18+)

-” en g a g e your cr i t ic a l thinking” wow you’re a condescending prick.

https://rhysing-oc.tumblr.com/post/183301355625/hey-i-get-what-youre-trying-to-do-but-your-post

-oh boy, ready for disappointment.

https://rhysing-oc.tumblr.com/post/183301797570/rhysing-oc-hey-if-yall-are-minors-or-have

- I am entertained now nevermind.

-Dragging someone else’s blog you have a problem with, nice, unnecessary but nice, glad to see you’re venting everything.

-image link 1 and image link 2, not my art and I expect that you as the moral paragon of the homestuck fandom to bring down retribution on the two blogs i found those from also you beacon of just purity.

-image link 3... it broke me.

... Ya’ll are stupid, Moddux isn’t a minor, even a cursory glance at my blog for more than three seconds could have shown that. This, this is the point I actually realized you don’t give a shit about evidence and stopped taking you seriously as someone concerned about non-existent things, again, untagged on a blog marked (18+).

- link 4, not my art, link 5, a cheeky little accusation of “transphobia thrown at me” ;) you shouldn’t have you sly dog you.

link 5, actually my art, and was requested by a different blog, and within tumblr’s terms and conditions. also a casual “himself” throwing out genders on people you don’t know, very rude~.

link 6, I cannot defend myself on this one, sorry everyone, Terezi should be even bigger and I should have drawn Aradia in there as well, Sorry everyone again... Maybe a Vriska and Feferi flipping the viewer off as Kanaya is doing a handstand?

link 6 part two, you seem to be a progressive type so i’m honestly quite hurt you’re against different female body types, so fucking ruuuuuude.

Point of note, I don’t care when I reblog, my mind is pretty much abscent, i see are and i’m like, neat, reblog, I get drawing prompts and requests from people and i’m like, k, and draw it.

There’s nothing there except meme, shitposting (for the most part) and doing art requests for people that want/ask for it/have a troll description but no art of them, also weird requests because fuckit, i’ve seen the modern internet from its birth to its rapidly approaching slow death.

https://rhysing-oc.tumblr.com/post/183302440860/and-yet-from-those-pictures-linked-none-of-them

-pointing out any problems with previous post ::

- If you can brand people monsters unjustly in a fever of self righteousness and cannot handle when people call you out on, perhaps just do with normal people do, block and move on with with your life instead of throwing hissy fits.

https://rhysing-oc.tumblr.com/post/183302505740/anyway-anyone-else-who-wants-to-come-at-me-can

- “you have no critical thinking”

-shoo

- sounds to me like someone doesn’t like backlash after accusations, but that’s none of my business as i’m blocked.

https://rhysing-oc.tumblr.com/post/183302705580/minor-here-who-saw-them-popping-up-on-my-dash-a

-an anon with a reasonable point of view a reasonable response to feeling uncomfortable with content and that’s fairly impartial and says a reasonable response. And what do you do?

- you make yourself a nice big dose of dopamine right to the head and tickle your ego to justify all this shit, dragging someone’s name through the mud, dragging a bunch of others through the mud just to make yourself feel G O O D that you did it and for no real reason.

https://rhysing-oc.tumblr.com/post/183304003670/if-i-may-ask-youre-not-mad-at-the-artist-that

home stretch.

-tagging post purge on tumblr is FUCKED.

- there was a nice tag where it could all be safely stored but it’s gone because tumblr is FUCKED.

-it would be real nice if... if there was some sort of check box one could tick on one’s blog to put it in a nsfw state where people don’t just stumble onto it all the damn time... oh wait, there was...

“And it was beautiful...”

A few solutions - Bring back the nsfw tag (won’t happen)

Purge all over 18 blo- oh wait... they tried that, it did fuck all except make a ton of content producers leave.

...

purge the under 18′s from the site... Could work but would likely do much like option two.

Long story short, my blog is marked 18+ in the description (which it already is), I’ll think about maybe sprinkling some more tags on content, and other than that... eh... nothing else will really change almost like I was doing nothing wrong to begin with and this is all just a collective waist of everyone’s time for the most part that did nothing but waist time, made you feel good and made a lot of people very disappointed and very cross.

final note, those wanting to keep this fake ass nonsense going, just... don’t, you probably have better things you could be doing with your time, like... anything at all really.

#moddux #the final shitfest post #a good unfiltered rant to put a close to this bullshit #and get back on with my normal content again

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