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heuristicallyinclined · 3 years

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Brickwork Shadows, prehnite, and ruby craze for time gang 😎 (mallek, skylla and marvus)?

Silas, my beloved. Thank you for your patience.

Skylla

Brickwork Shadows: Is your muse good with their hands, or do they tend to be fairly clumsy?

Working on a farm has given her steady, reliable hands. She’s very tactile and learns by doing more than anything and has stellar muscle memory. She isn’t super great with things that require more fine detail or a more delicate touch, but do you really see that stopping her? Of course not. You have the mug to prove it.

Prehnite Memory: How good is their memory? Has it always been like this or did something happen to make it this way?

I’d say she has a pretty good memory. Maintaining a farm requires just as much planning as it does work and she is pretty sharp when it comes to keeping track of everything that needs to be done and making sure it gets done.

Ruby Craze: Are they a passionate person or do they tend to be more down-to-earth?

She is a salt of the earth kind of woman who tends to get more passionate on the behalf of others than herself and also when her stubborn/competitive side gets activated. The latter tends to get her more riled up more because she does have her pride and this town ain’t big enough for the two of them.

Marvus

Brickwork Shadows: Is your muse good with their hands, or do they tend to be fairly clumsy?

Despite having big old clown hands he is pretty deft with them being a performer and all. He has a lot of grace for his size and he has capitalized on it. Not to say that he doesn't absolutely use the assumption that he isn’t for some good old visual comedy, i.e. acting like he’s about to drop the pie he’s about to get you with.

Prehnite Memory: How good is their memory? Has it always been like this or did something happen to make it this way?

While some things get outsourced to his people, he tends to notice and remember a lot more than he lets on. From the beginning of his career, he’s learned to focus on the details because it’s the little things that lead to a polished end product. Plus, mentioning a small detail or two is a very simple way of making someone feel special, which can mean a lot when trying to make an impression on the right people. This was more important when he was first starting out, but it’s a skill he’s kept in his pocket.

Ruby Craze: Are they a passionate person or do they tend to be more down-to-earth?

The idea of him living in this big ass mansion that’s completely decked out while wearing designer loungewear and still doing the occasional “stars! they’re just like you!” while just ordering take out or something bit that celebs occasionally do kills me. He does project as more down to earth than he is, and for all we know, he might genuinely believe that he is. Seeming that way makes it easier to keep his cards face down. He is genuinely very passionate about his music and his career in the very typical artist fashion and that tends to be the “safest/most common” way he expresses it.

Mallek

Brickwork Shadows: Is your muse good with their hands, or do they tend to be fairly clumsy?

I would say both but for different reasons. I would say he is pretty dexterous from all of that typing and fucking around with electronics which has given him pretty fine motor control. Which goes out the fucking window if he realizes mouth ran ahead of his mind in which case he is more likely to fumble or drop shit.

Prehnite Memory: How good is their memory? Has it always been like this or did something happen to make it this way?

He has a pretty solid memory provided it’s something he’s interested in, otherwise it might not stick the same way. Things he is interested in like tech, his job, his friends, his hobbies, that he will remember with no problem. Things outside of that, like whether or not he took the trash out? Not so much.

Ruby Craze: Are they a passionate person or do they tend to be more down-to-earth?

He is pretty down to Earth and does take some pride in seeming pretty chill and easygoing. He is more passionate than he lets on and you can see this in how he downplays some of his interests. He has a bit of a temper that can come out in the heat of the moment and there are definitely things about Alternia that bother him a lot more than he lets on, but he doesn’t really know of a way to direct that passion that won’t get him culled, so he just kinda. Chills. Things that are more of a slow grind tend to make him lean more depressed than angry.

#ana talks #Ask game #I love the time crew thank you for this!!!

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streams4bytes · 3 years

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Woah! Hey! I'm Cirava!

again, I'm cirava or ava!

my pronouns are they/them

I'm 17!!! aroace & queer 💟

i really like Sonic, Moomin, Sam & Max, Homestuck/Hiveswap, American dad, TF2, Xiaolin showdown, and Bobs burgers!

I'm also really fond of the trailer park / rob zombie horror gene (otis my beloved)

that's really it!! i don't post here like at all so you should probably check my other accounts linked in my carrd

rare pairs are my favorite thing ever, my favorite being mallek x cirava!! (obviously lmao)

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marvus-xoloto · 3 years

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5, 10, and 13 for Marv and mal?

mallek and marvus our beloveds.....

Under a cut for length! As usual, I try to make these as in-depth as possible.

2. Their emotional/moral weak spots

Mallek:

He is very idealistic and has a hard time when things don't quite fall into the neat boxes he pictures them falling into. Less severe if someone is honest about who they are and what their intention is (see: his bad end where you let him believe you are a robot). He's quick to fall into little depressions when people aren't as exciting as he interprets. That being said, he's willing to believe the best of people if they can do more than just talk the talk.

There's a sort of desperate hope to this, a small part of Mallek that wants the world to prove to him that it's not just crap. It's also difficult for him to not get caught up in his own ideas for how things are and how things should be; sometimes he's about 50 steps ahead of people and this can cause a lot of frustration in his interpersonal relationships.

5. Guilty pleasures

Mallek:

Escape. He knows running away doesn't solve anything, but damn does it feel good to exist somewhere else, even as someone else, for just a little while.

He escapes into his minecraft server most commonly, but sometimes he just likes to fall off the grid entirely. No palmhusk communication, no internet, no connections at all. And he's just hoverbording somewhere that's away.

Marvus:

This is SUCH a ridiculous headcanon and I'm so sorry but I have to speak my truth. I'm going to preface this with the fact that Marvus does not feel true guilt about any pleasure and in fact part of juggaloism is devout hedonism.

I think Marvus really zens out and makes...... lunches. Mostly for himself (and sandwiches specifically), but he would let a close friend or quadrant see this side of him if the mood struck him. I don't know how deep into this stupid headcanon well I want to draw so 😭😭 I'll just say that I think he really sees himself as an artist first and a clown second, and he enjoys having control over the parts of his life that bring him enjoyment.

I SWEAR I'm not just doing that fandom thing where a character likes a certain food and suddenly that's their whole personality. I have extensive thoughts about this and I know it's ridiculous to have extensive sandwich making headcanons but I just. Want Marvus to make me a nice sandwich ;-; is that so much to ask.

10. Fears/phobias

Mallek:

Falling. In all senses of the word. Falling in love, falling in hate, falling off a building, falling into a rabbit-hole and becoming some kind of insane conspiracy theorist. That feeling of unceasing momentum, unable to stop, scares the hell out of him. For Mallek, all he can think about when falling is that there's the ground fast approaching, and nobody hits it without a splat.

Marvus:

I've spoken about this before, but it's definitely losing control. He's lost without his plan (see: his bad end when the stage falls apart and kills of the fans that his music otherwise would have demolished. "For a moment, your hero looks lost." YES I have marvus's friendsim route mostly memorized i AM insane), but never let it be said that a clown can't improvise!

13. What gets them flustered

Mallek:

He's actually cool with nudity and suggestive themes and bodily fluids and all that, it's the soft, mushy, romantic bits that get him stuttering over his words and blushing and bringing his hands up in front of him. His body is hardened, pierced and poked and inked as it is. His heart is not.

He's also easily flustered when people compliment him. He's not really used to it and simply does not know how to act

Marvus:

OOH I say this a lot, but definitely when people close to him get angry or frustrated with him. He's used to being able to smooth things over and quite frankly rarer that anyone will express their frustration with him anyway. He appreciates and respects people who will be real with him, but he's unused to it.

Children also fluster him, but in a good way. He tries to be a good role model, but again, it's not something he's used to.

He's a master at hiding it, though. He might fidget a little or even blush, but the facepaint hides the worst of it.

Ask game found here!

#hiveswap #mallek #marvus #headcanon #ask games #popcorn-kitten #asks #me: anger issues #a lot of my marvus headcanons: have to do with anger #me: there's no way these two things are connected *<):o)#(<- that's me in my clown hat and clown nose)

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ssnakebytes · 4 years

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I hope you’re ready for this long response because I’m so glad you asked. I’ve been itching to write about this boy and now you’ve given me an excuse to spill my thoughts. Sorry in advance for the volume of stuff I have to say.

Some general differences:

-TALL. I’m talkin’ Chahut-sized. Also, decently buff— not bodybuilder-level or anything, but definitely has some noticeable muscle. Could pick you up with one arm, no problem. (comparatively, my cerulean Mal headcanon is around 5’5” and about average build)

-Still has the same chill attitude as Mal, but a little faster to lose his cool when something bugs him.

-Even more flirty than normal Mal. It comes off as quite intimidating given his stature and his big ol’ teeth, though.

-Has a deeper, more gravelly voice than cerulean Mal.

-His long fang is gold.

-17 piercings total.

-His weapons of choice are spiked knuckle dusters.

-For the most part, really dislikes faygo– it ruins his mental clarity, which makes him anxious.

Some deeper ideas which I’ve written some analysis for:

-He has slightly stronger rebel beliefs than Cerulean Mal.

-Despite this, fears what would happen to trollkind if a rebellion were to rise up (mass extinction courtesy of the Condesce’s lusus)

-The combination of these things leaves him in a state of anxiety and indecision about the right thing to do. Doesn’t join the rebellion. Still rescues a lot of lower-blooded trolls from danger, though, and gets attached to them as soon as he starts getting to know them.

-Fiercely protective of his friends; not afraid to kill for them.

-Emotionally volatile; little things tend to cause big reactions in him (could really benefit from a moirail to give him a good shooshpap when he gets riled up)

I’ve written a bit of an essay explaining the thoughts behind these... It’s 3 AM and this is total stream of consciousness stuff so it’s not totally organized, but it’ll give you some insight to my thought process about his character if you’re interested in that kinda thing. Analysis under the cut!

I see him as different in a lot of ways, to be honest. When I do bloodswaps I really like to lean into their new caste and think about how growing up with those expectations and that culture would change the character. The differences in the culture of the purple caste are pretty drastic as compared to the others, so my purple Mallek is also pretty dissimilar from his cerulean self.

For one, he has a lot of pressure put upon him to do things he feels are unjust. As we know, Mallek doesn’t approve of the subjugation of lower blood castes. As a cerulean, he feels that he has neither the power or the energy to do anything about these injustices. It’s likely different as a purpleblood, though.

Interestingly, it’s implied here that chucklevoodoos may hold a certain power over all lowbloods– planting fears within their minds, amplifying their fears through dreams, etc. It’s unclear whether this is only “lowbloods” in a strict sense (typically those gold and under), or if it simply means “those lower than purples”. For my purposes, I’ll assume that they hold effects over all blood castes beneath purples.

If we assume this is true, it’s certainly possible that this chucklevoodoo influence is one of the things holding our beloved cerulean Mallek back from feeling that he has the power to change Alternia. Purple Mallek would be without this influence. Being in the purpleblood culture, he’s also forced to see a lot of violence firsthand that could more easily be avoided as a cerulean, probably giving him stronger beliefs in the injustice of the system. Considering these fact combined with the power that comes with being a purpleblood, I feel that he would grow up with stronger beliefs in rebellion.

However, there is a problem with this idea. While purplebloods are physically and psychically powerful as all hell, this leads them to be kept on a very tight leash by the seadwellers. In Marvus’ route (who, by the way, is the same dreamer+aspect combo as Mallek, assuming the sign we’ve seen associated with Marv is actually his sign. This may not be relevant, but it’s pretty interesting to think about…), he says, “…the only reason we dont ri$$$e up and rip the fins of their slimy lil faces iz an enternitys of religious persecution and culturally immutable precedent..” Though Marvus acknowledges these influences, it just clarifies the undeniable power over purplebloods that keeps them from rebelling against their controllers. Homestuck proper states that the Condesce controls the purplebloods with the threat of her lusus’ ability to exterminate millions.

It’s because of these two opposing ideas that I see purple Mallek as a very conflicted individual. He knows he has the physical and psychic strength which would give him leverage against the empire, but he is haunted by the thoughts that his resistance could invoke the wrath of the Condesce– which could end in her lusus invoking a mass killing. He knows that his ideas, trying to change Alternia for the better, could end up with mass death instead, and this keeps him from acting against the empire outright. He really feels the pressure the closer it comes to his departure from Alternia, though. Would rather do just about anything than become a subjuggulator— he can’t stomach the idea of killing on that scale.

He does, though, have his own ways of rebellion. These are pretty typical for him, going off what we’ve seen of his character so far– he does what he feels is right, helping out smaller and weaker trolls (invited Diemen to live with him, makes Tirona feel better about her strengths when she’s afraid her weakness and small stature could get her culled). He tends to rescue a lot of lowbloods from dangerous situations; though it’s mostly friends and friends of friends– it stresses him out to think about saving every lowblood possible.

His murderous impulses can come out when he is angry, but this is most frequently directed at perpetrators of injustice, and he avoids killing for the most part. I say for the most part, because I don’t see purple Mal as exceptionally emotionally stable. Cerulean Mallek already reacts very emotionally to what’s going on around him. Think about how enthusiastic and energetic he is when reader chooses to tell him they’re an advanced robot, versus how despondent he is when they choose to admit they were lying. Also, consider his sudden anger when he believes reader has led the drones to him (understandable, but still a dramatic shift from his previous demeanor). Cerulean Mallek never shows any intention towards hurting the reader, even when angry with them, but purplebloods have a tendency towards the… violent. My purple Mal’s emotions are made even more volatile because of his internal conflicts previously discussed. I think purple Mallek would have a great deal of control over murderous impulses, but it’s possible they could get the better of him if he’s particularly angry. I could picture him tearing apart someone who is about to hurt one of his friends, for sure.

Anyways, that’s all the analysis I have the energy for right now (and you’re probably sick of reading my wall of text) , but I might right some more about him later if I think of stuff to add! Feel free to request more information if you want; I like to write about him (in case you couldn’t tell…).

#mine #asks #anon #bloodswap #purple mallek #homestuck #hiveswap #hiveswap headcanons #homestuck headcanons #mallek adalov #mallek #long post #it's real infodump hours i guess #sorry anon lmao

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riverboundao3ff · 4 years

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Riverbound, Chapter 6

Your name is TYZIAS ENTYKK and you have had a long fucking six perigees.

It’s not like it was all terrible, because it wasn’t; a lot of it was actually super thrilling and dangerous enough for your matesprit to ask you, on several occasions, if you’re suicidal. You’re not, thankfully. However, your life has been, for the lack of a better term, apeshit crazy.

You are currently sitting in a loose circle with your coworkers and the jades, the alien sandwiched protectively between Stelsa and Tagora. Daraya had told you that they had two broken ribs and were severely underweight, but you’re still stunned by how frail they look. Had they been like that before they went missing? They’re strangely tangible now, like you’re truly seeing them for the first time. It haunts you.

“What’s the last thing you remember before you were kidnapped?” you ask.

The alien and Lanque exchange glances.

“I was coming back from a party Lanque invited me to,” they begin. “I was just walking down the street and… boom, next thing I know I’m up in Scratch’s mansion-dimension-hell.”

That’s what the jadeblood told you six perigees ago, but you just wanted to make sure everybody’s timelines were in order. “Right. After you disappeared, we all did a massive search party, and I’m assuming your other friends did the same. That went on for like, what, two and a half perigees? After that, I… well, we came to the conclusion that you got culled.”

They nod.

Your throat feels tight, but you continue. “Of course, we were all devastated. Nobody wanted to believe you were really gone, but… there wasn’t a trace of you left. So we decided to do the next right thing.”

“Oh boy,” Tirona mutters.

You ignore her. “Daraya and I kept in touch after you introduced us that one time. We kept coming back to what you would always tell us about making the world a better place, even if we were just talking about random shit. So eventually I was like… hey, fuck it. Let’s start a rebellion. Tegiri thinks we’re all gonna die and wants nothing to do with it, but that’s his problem. What have we got to lose?”

“Your lives,” they point out helpfully.

“True. But yeah, that’s how this whole thing got started. It took a bit of convincing, but we finally got some other people to join.”

“More like dragged us kicking and screaming into it,” Tagora mutters under his breath.

“So far we blew up a hangar full of rockets, hacked the government a few times to delete cull-on-sight lists, beat up a purpleblood, vandalised some stuff with Trizza’s face on it, uh… what else did we do, guys?”

“We organized a rescue for Outglut after a drone raid basically burned the place to the ground,” Stelsa added. Yeah, that had been one hell of a wipe. You guys had helped out a lot of survivors, but sometimes even sopor couldn’t keep away daymares of burning flesh and lifeless eyes. Saving everybody wasn’t an option, but you tried your best. That’s what was important.

“I saved a grub who was gonna be culled because he wasn’t as big as the others,” Wanshi mumbles shyly, kicking her feet against the log she was sitting on.

“Honk!” Karako adds.

“And Karako helped!”

The alien’s eyes twinkle with utter delight. “That’s amazing, Wanshi. And holy moly, dude, who blew up the hangar?”

“I think his name is Azdaja? He and his partner Konyyl absolutely destroyed the place,” Tagora explains shrewdly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Azdaja and Konyyl? They’re in this too?” they exclaim, getting even more excited. “Oh my God, I can’t wait to see them again. But who the frick hacked the government? That sounds pretty damn dangerous.”

Tirona clears her throat. “A mutual friend of ours is responsible for that. You knew Mallek Adalov, right?”

The goofy smile on their face falls away. “Mallek? Of course I know Mallek! How is he?”

“Hanging in there. He does his own thing, really,” Tirona says with a shrug.

“When’s the last time you saw him? Does he know I’m back?” they demand.

Lanque smirks. “Somebody’s eager, huh?”

Your friend splutters and shoots him a look like, I’ll kill you later, bitch.

“Well, I saw him a couple wipes ago, and… no. He doesn’t know anything. Should I call him?” Tirona asks helpfully, understanding dawning on her grub-round face as she and Lanque lock eyes. He nods eagerly, and the alien shrieks in protest and then clutches their side.

Tagora catches them as they faint, and together he and Stelsa carefully lay them out on the ground. Daraya’s eyes flicker between the alien and Lanque and Tirona, who are animatedly discussing whether or not they should call Mallek, like she doesn’t know whether or not to yell at them for making her beloved friend pass out from pain or join in on the fun.

You roll your eyes. Great, even more drama. “Jegus, just call Adalov and tell him his bag-of-bones flushcrush is half dead on the forest floor.”

“I thought this was supposed to be a business meeting?” Tagora snipes.

“Business can wait. I want to see where this goes,” Stelsa giggles. “Besides, they’re his friend, too. He deserves to see them again!”

In the dirt and dead leaves, the alien groans. “What…?”

“We’ll take care of everything, dear, just take deep breaths,” your matesprit promises sweetly. She pats the alien’s forehead and scooches over so Daraya can sit down with her and Tagora. Your bloodpusher warms at the sight.

Tirona’s palmhusk is cheerfully trilling, going through one, two, three cycles of that damn noise. You need to get that kid to change her ringtone, seriously.

Just when you think Adalov’s not going to answer, there’s a sharp click at the other end. “Yeah?”

“Mallek, hi!” Tirona sings. “What are you up to?”

“Re-wiring my PC so it stops overheating every time I try and play Mineclaw. Look, if you’re gonna ask me to hack anything again, it’s a hard no. I already risked my ass once so you guys could dick around in a major government server--”

“No, we don’t need you for that. Just get your blue butt down to the base of the jades’ mountain. There’s somebody I think you’d like to see,” she insists.

“I’m busy. Tell Tyzias to suck a fat one.”

“Okay, but seriously! Mallek, you need to come here, it’s important.”

“I already told you, I’m done doing stupid shit.”

“We both know that’s a lie, but okay. Please, dude, you won’t regret it--” Tirona pleads, but gets cut off by Lanque swiping the palmhusk from her hands, growling in exasperation.

“Adalov. It’s me, Lanque. Come here now. They’re back, they’re a little injured, but they’re alive and that’s what’s important. Don’t you want to see them?”

Dead silence.

Then, a low beeping as Mallek hangs up.

Lanque’s fangs glint as he grins in satisfaction. “He’s on his way.”

“You sound like you know him,” you state.

He shrugs. “Old hookup.”

“Ah.” That makes sense.

“Gimme my palmhusk back,” Tirona demands, grabbing for the device. Lanque obliges before bringing out his own and fiddling around with it. On the adjacent log, Wanshi and Karako start talking about some story they’re coming up with together.

Another groan reaches your ears, and you look down to see the alien pushing themselves up on their elbows. “Aw, crap. Did I pass out?”

“Yeah, you did. Also, Tirona and Lanque called your cerulean boyfriend. He’ll be here in a bit” Daraya explains dryly.

“You… oh, geez. He’s not my boyfriend!”

“I can help with that. Consider it your welcome-back present,” Lanque offers, smugness radiating off every pore.

“I thought you were on my side!”

“Darling, I’m on no side but my own.”

“I despise you.”

“Oh?” You almost burst out laughing when you see the bit of interest that sparks in his eyes. Good fuck, this alien had all of Thrashthrust wrapped around their little finger.

Their face burns bright red. “Not like that, you horny Onceler headass--”

Tagora tries and fails to cover both Wanshi’s, Tirona’s, and Karako’s ears at the same time. “Stop saying those things in front of the kids!”

“Gor-Gor, until somebody helps peel my injured self out of the literal dirt I’m not doing anything for anybody, okay?”

“So much for business,” Daraya huffs. You know her well enough by now to see that she’s amused by all of this. It’s in the slight narrow of her shadowed eyes, the tilt of her head.

“That’s what I just said-!”

Your fellow rebels’ bickering is abruptly cut off by the sound of a revving hoverboard engine somewhere above you. Karako yelps and slaps his hands over the sides of his head. The alien stops cussing out Lanque and looks up at the sky, pale face shining in the light of the moons. Despite Stelsa’s protests, they push themselves to their feet with a grimace. A fierce determination lights them up from within.

Could you convince them to use that strength for the rebellion?

“That was fast!” Wanshi notes cheerfully.

A lean figure blurs through the canopy and swoops down to land on the path outside of the clearing you guys are in. Any other time you’d start ragging on Adalov about him and his stupid pretentious rich-boy hoverboard, but you keep your mouth shut once you see the desperation in his wide blue eyes, and also because the little insect instinct that’s survived billions of years of evolution cringes away from the color. Only adult trolls have color in their eyes, and adults are bad news.

It’s a lot less dramatic than you thought it was going to be. Mallek steps off his hoverboard and kicks it up into his waiting left hand, opens his mouth to say something, and then his eyes fall on the alien.

Something incredibly sweet and vulnerable softens his face behind the obvious shock that makes him stiffen up like a corpse. He hardly looks like the tired, emotionless punk you had the misfortune of meeting once or twice since your mutual friend disappeared.

Mallek says their name, a perfect mixture of a question and an exclamation. The alien smiles, still holding their side, and limps over to him with their other hand reaching out to him. Something in your guts twist around when he hesitates, before slowly taking their pale, bony hand in his own, like he’s not believing what he’s seeing. You hear him inhale shakily when they finally touch.

“I was hoping we’d be able to do this a little more gracefully, but my friends are assholes,” the alien jokes feebly.

The cerulean shakes his head in disbelief. “How… how are you alive? I thought… we all thought--”

“I know. I’m so sorry.”

Out of the corner of your eye, Tirona sniffles and wipes her nose with a handkerchief. She looks like a proud lusus.

“I’ll explain everything, I promise,” the alien vows. “Wanna sit down with us? Tyzias is filling me in on everything I missed.”

Mallek opens his mouth like he’s trying to speak, but then he just nods and follows the alien back to your little friendship circle group. The poor bastard still looked like somebody had slapped the thinkpan cells from his skull.

He doesn’t get the chance to join you, though. A low hum of another engine reaches your ears, deeper than that of a hoverboard and more guttural. Lanque shoots to his feet, pointed ears sticking straight up.

“Drones!” Stelsa cries.

Your digestive tract drops down and out of your ass. No, no, no, not now! The government was getting an idea as to who you are, and once they see you and a bunch of other trolls meeting up in a fucking forest of all places-!

You’re on your feet and ready to bolt, but before you can go anywhere the alien reaches out and pulls your arm.

“Everybody hold hands!” they shout.

Tagora whips around to stare at them. “What?!”

“Just do it!”

They look deadly serious. You squeeze their wrist and wonder what your life has come to. Daraya and Lanque grab Wanshi and Karako, who grabs Tirona, who clings to Tagora, who holds on to Stelsa. Mallek grabs Stelsa, still hand-in-hand with the alien with his hoverboard tucked underneath his arm.

Three drones whiz by over your heads. Your blood turns to ice inside of you. Weirdly, the only thing you can think of is if you told Bearmom you loved her before you left.

“Okay, guys, this is gonna be weird. Brace yourselves!” The alien grits their teeth, looking like they were concentrating. Something in their strange hazel eyes flashes bright green.

One second you’re standing in a clearing in the woods, holding hands with your weird friend and some punk, and the next everything is pitch black.

Not black like a moonless night, but black like nothing you’ve ever seen before. It was the darkness of space, the endless void every living thing is subconsciously terrified of. You’d written a paper about the fear of the unknown when you were six sweeps old. It lasts for less than one beat of your bloodpusher, but it felt like an eternity in your panicked mind.

All at once the abyss goes away, and you and your group are in somebody’s messy apartment.

You and Tagora stare at each other for the time it felt like you were in the void. Tirona is holding his hand in a white-knuckled grip so intense you’re surprised somebody hasn’t broken a bone.

Wanshi is the first to speak. “Holy shit.”

“Wanshi,” Lanque hisses.

Slowly, Daraya lets go of his and Karako’s hands. “... Well. You weren’t lying about the whole space-time thing after all.”

Your alien friend snorts. “Nope.”

“We just teleported,” you realize.

“Yep.”

Mallek breaks away and sits down heavily on the loungeplank. It looks like you’re in the living room, except there’s computer parts littered everywhere.

The alien looks back at him, guilt evident in the way they hold themselves. “Um, sorry. This was the only place I could perfectly visualize for some reason.”

“... You need to be able to visualize something or somewhere to travel to it?” he asks.

“Yeah. Space-time travel is weird like that.”

He nods.

There’s another long break of silence.

This time, Lanque breaks it. “Adalov, why is there a crusty grubcake stuck to the ceiling of your kitchen?”

#hiveswap #Hiveswap Friendsim trolls #riverbound #pesterquest #c6 #jadebloods #teals #AND MALLEK #The Guardian #MSPA reader #homestuck #the guardian's friends are assholes

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