#postcanon-tw

[calware]

never ask me for anything ever again

#this is like. the only time i have posted explicitly hs2 fanart ever?? #postcanon-tw #WAIT that's a lie i posted candy rose art before it was revealed she cheated on kanaya lol #doodle #1k

[bearstuck]

fr why did hs2 give jane the fiona fionaandcake treatment. whys she an entirely different body type from everyone else including her peers/friends

#postcanon-tw #hs2negativity-tw #stealing calwares tags for that

[relaxxattack]

you ever think about how the epilogues imply demisexual dave

#postcanon tw

[tentacledwizard]

I somehow ended up drawing (post-canon) Jade and Rose’s punk child because, well, she grew on me.

#her design is so cool. she deserves a better story to be in #*cough* crow strider au epilogues *cough* #ruby lalonde harley #do i HAVE to write her actual name #FINE #yiffany lalonde harley #yiffy lalonde harley #homestuck2 #homestuck: beyond canon #postcanon tw #my art

[thebluestbluewords]

Gremlin rights tbh

Carlos & Mal, ~1200 words, TW for food issues in this one. (unspecified food issues because I'm not sure how to further tag this)

*

“What's for dinner?” Mal demands, walking into the sunroom of the fucking gorgeous mansion that they live in now, because life is weirdly good sometimes, and people like to pay Evie for her work nowadays, which means that she can do things like buy an entire house just because she wants one, and not have to worry about spending the summer at Auradon Prep again like they did last year. 

Carlos, who is lying on the couch with his feet tucked up and under the blanket draped over the back, looks up from his game at the dramatic entrance. 

Mal looks back at him, somewhat expectantly. She absolutely reeks of magic, the sort of burning woodsmoke smell that always happens when she does experiments with her powers. It doesn’t happen when she’s using familiar spells, which Carlos thinks privately, in the space of his own brain where Mal will never hear him, means that the woodsmoke smell is actually just the smell of Mal’s brain cells dying as she flash-cooks them with the effort it takes for her to learn new things. 

“Hey,” Carlos says, in greeting. Because that’s what you’re supposed to do when you see someone you care about and also live with. “My day was fine, thanks for asking.” 

Mal snorts. “Yeah, okay, mine was too. Don’t be a princess about it.” she pauses, and walks more fully into the sunroom, which is mostly an early-evening shade room at the moment.  “S’there dinner?” she adds hopefully, like somehow saying it again will make food appear somewhere in the immediate area. 

They’ve had this fight before. Carlos takes a moment to assess the color of Mal’s eyes, and then promptly decides that it’s going to be a fine night to have it again. 

“Chips.” he says, gesturing at the bag he’s got balanced on his chest. 

It’s been– 

Well. 

It’s been a long day. 

Mal stares at the bag like it’s done her some sort of personal injury. “That’s not dinner,” she says, sounding almost horrified with herself. Or possibly she’s horrified about the chips. Carlos truly cannot be fucked to figure out why Mal’s upset about eating junk food for dinner.  “Dinner is something better than that.” 

Chips are delicious, and anyone who thinks otherwise does not deserve a place on Carlos’s couch. He sticks out a foot, just in case Mal gets any bright ideas about sitting down. “It’s what I’m having for dinner tonight. What’re you having?” 

Mal sighs. “I was gonna eat whatever you’re having,” she says slowly, kicking the corner of the couch. “But if you’re not making anything….” 

It’s mean. And rude, and wholly unnecessary. But sometimes they all must give in to their baser villainous impulses, and Carlos is no exception. He reaches slowly into the bag on his chest, and pulls out a single, unbroken chip to hold out to Mal.  “Chip?” he offers brightly. 

Mal growls. “I’m getting takeout,” she grumbles, kicking the couch again, with more force this time. “And I’m not going to share it with you, dumbass.” 

Carlos sticks his tongue out at her, because it seems like the thing to do. Not sharing is fine by him. There’s a reason why he’s not eating real food for dinner tonight, and it’s not just the lazy summer energy that seems to have spread through the house like an invisible fog. Sometimes, the very thought of eating actual food is too much, and the idea of anything more substantial than salt and air makes his stomach churn and ache like it used to back home when things were really bad. Not starvation-bad, when he’d eat anything that didn’t look like it was growing its own set of teeth to eat him back, but the kind of bad where everything felt sharp and bright and awful, and mother was more lucid and able to keep track of the supplies in the house, and sneaking anything more than what she’d determined was his fair share meant a punishment that would leave him wishing it was the other kind of bad times.

 At least when they all starved on the isle there was a sense of camaraderie about it. The barges would stop, and everyone would ration as best they could until the boats picked back up again. A lot of people on the isle understood that sort of hunger, but not a lot of people understand the sort that comes from being hungry, and having food in the house, and knowing that if you take any, it’ll be worse than if you haven’t. 

The feeling now isn’t quite the same as it was back home, but the result is the same. Evie’s house, Evie’s rules, Evie’s money that pays for the groceries, so even if Carlos did want to cook dinner tonight, which he doesn’t, there’s no way of knowing how much he’s supposed to have without Evie here to lead, so the uneasy almost-queasy feeling wins out and dinner remains a thing to do when there’s other people around. And sure, Mal is here now, but she’s more of a horrible creature than a human anyway, and once the feeling of persistent unease has started, it’s easier to keep riding the wave of it and ignoring food than it is to force himself to get up and make something to force down. 

The whole messy business of it all seems too impossibly complicated to explain to Mal. “Have fun trying to get delivery out here!” Carlos calls instead, as she’s stomping out of the room to find the drawer full of takeout menus that Evie likes to keep around for when she’s feeling especially rich and luxurious. 

Mal waves a middle finger back. “Fuck you!” 

*

Five minutes later, give or take, Mal comes stomping back into the sunroom with a paper menu in her hand and murder in her eyes. 

Right. 

“Where’s a phone.” Mal growls, and it’s not a question. 

There’s an aesthetically pleasing midnight blue rotary phone on the wall in the hallway that nobody ever bothered to hook up. There’s also another one, creamy white faded with years of use and poor upkeep to a brownish-yellow, in the little closet upstairs that they’ve all been calling the phone closet and refusing to use for anything more practical than the phone and the much-worn armchair shoved inside it. If Carlos is being entirely honest, there’s also a cell phone in his hand, although that one is currently playing a game that he’s not exactly willing to pause in order for her royal purpleness to make a phone call. 

There’s also a glossy purple cell phone on the counter in the kitchen, which has been sitting there for the better part of a week, uncharged. 

“Your phone’s dead,” Carlos says, trying not to sound too snotty about it. “Mine’s occupied.” 

Mal growls. 

Carlos shakes the bag of chips at her. “Dinner,” he sing-songs, shaking the bag enticingly in her general direction, eyes still on his phone. “I’m not cooking tonight.” 

“I’m feeding myself.” 

Mal is categorically hopeless at everything except for baking. 

“Great, go for it,” Carlos says, eyes still glued to the game. His armies aren’t doing well in the eternal fight against the forces of space. It’s a little frustrating. “Have fun, don’t burn the house down.”

#my fic #descendants #descendants fic #mal bertha #carlos de vil #it's set loosely postcanon in a world where I guess D3 either doesn't happen or hasn't happened yet #the timeline is vague just like the resolution of this #I think maybe how it ends is with them both agreeing to compromise and eat pb brownie batter directly out of the bowl??? #or possibly they talk about their trauma and why they are the way that they are while Mal succeeds at making one of her two (2) meals #my personal hc here is that she can bake but boy!! she truly can't cook #her two meals are scrambled eggs (because they involve breaking things and minor violence) #and mac and cheese from a box #because she's still enjoying the novelty of eating things from a box and food that comes with instructions is usually attainable for Mal #seriously though: #food issues tw

[nightmarecountry]

you came back? from kieren! uhoh!

"You came back. I," the Corinthian smiles, "never left."

Not strictly true, of course, but a dream is a dream: he's here to frighten. He's here to show Kieren that there's no escape from him: not death, not dreams. He wonders if Morpheus knows about this, that one of the Corinthian's victims is among the living again and that the Corinthian has him, but doubts it matters. This is what he's supposed to be doing, after all. A pale imitation of his true life, but there's something a little more real about hunting someone he killed...

Its knife presses flat just under Kieren's eye. He has him pinned, just like before. The car's still idling nearby, just like before. And the song--

Saliva drips from the Corinthian's eyemouths, catching on the rims of his sunglasses where he's crouched over Kieren. This part is different. He'd been calm and methodical before, and stayed that way the whole time: there's something feral about him now, a kind of trapped feeling, like he can't wait any longer.

And he can't, so he doesn't, and it's just like before--

--except this time Kieren gets to wake up afterwards.

#ic. #v: my god calls this mercy #ohsunshine: kieren #ohsunshine #murder tw #I fucking guess skfjdjgbdh #postcanon corinth rapidly going more and more insane: drools everywhere like a rabid hound

[girl-clownish]

the following is a spoiler free review of the latest hs^2 upd8 as of 10/8/2023:

ok i read the hs^2 upd8 and i actually liked it. it was funny. there were maybe too many memes… but it’s a lot better than the rest of hs^2. the art is really good. i like it a lot. it has some of those weird angles and dramatic foreshortening that i like! overall i give it four hats out of five.

🧢🧢🧢🧢

#homestuck #homestuck beyond canon #upd8 #not a reblog #postcanon tw

[cescalr]

Well, at least the teen wolf movie frees up those involved in a post canon staleo themed ending

#i always win #tw #staleo #where was theo in this movie you ask? helping stiles 'put out his own fires' guys what did that even mean #anyway malia and parrish having sex? hilarious. good for them #look we'll have a scallydia postcanon and a staleo postcanon that morphs into a staleo malira stalira (theo and kira are frenemies) #postcanon. and liam can date that new kitsune and morey can be happy and #everything is at least all good and dealt with on the romance front

[mehbark]

all the fun in making an unbearable typing quirk was taken away long ago because nothing will ever even approach that one kid with the emojis from the homestuck^2 bonus comics

#homestuck #not saying you shouldn't though have fun #postcanon tw #im a tagging maximalist but i cannot be bothered to look up their name

[kitxkatrp]

i want to rip my skin off. (Berry hearing Fisk uWu)

It wasn't the first time she'd heard such lingo--despite the face she put on day after day, she was not oblivious to such things. Though it had never happened to her, that didn't mean that it didn't happen to people around her, and she noticed far more than her parent wished she would.

She thought quietly to herself before stepping out from her spot and approaching. "Have you tried doing something with your hands?" She offered, voice and eyes gentle. "I've heard that keeping them occupied lessens the urge a bit. I'm not an expert, but you should keep that in mind."

#{ Berry Shirayuki: Double Mew Mew Postcanon Main Verse } #tw: self-harm mention

[calware]

i think writing fics where the homestuck characters cheat on each other is fine as long as it's interesting and believable. like, wow, that's messed up, let's see where this goes! for me personally, hs2 doesn't have that aspect of believability to it, it doesn't provide me enough reason for why rose and jade would have a baby without telling kanaya. that might just be me though, i'm sure others see it differently

#okay never talking about hs2 ever again. good night #postcanon-tw #hs2negativity-tw

[skatrickstump]

lol i hate the epilogues but i got my mum to buy me the book for funsies

#postcanon tw #<33 physical copy might make me like it #patrick posts

[relaxxattack]

i went to go look at those page edits everyone was wailing about and theyre actually so great. why was everyone in such a fuss about this obviously good choice

#rose looks SO much less ugly now THANK YOU HOMESTUCK TEAM 🙏🙏🙏 #finally someone who has ROSES best interests in mind. #lol #hsbc #postcanon tw #op

[lannisterdaddyissues]

tw for me being annoying about the silly time loop movie under the cut (it was requested so i have an excuse DONT perceive me!!!!)

@calkale @lookforanewangle

ok so one thing i cannot stop thinking about no matter how hard i try is the fact that rita Hates being called the Full Metal Bitch despite it really being the best descriptor for what she has become after the war. in a way it almost seems to signify a deep-buried desire to return to the girl she once was before the loops, even though she doesn't know how to see herself as anything but the weapon she is, or even to believe she can be something else. it causes me a lot of pain to think about this because i have a surprising number of Opinions™ about family headcanons for bill and rita, which for rita involve her parents and brother still being alive (and totally normal people, though her brother is probably also a soldier) but there just being this sort of - disconnect - between them after all that has happened to rita. they feel like her family in the same way her old coworkers feel like her friends. she doesn't know them that well anymore and they don't know her. she calls them on the phone sometimes, even visits them in wolverhampton (thank you @aortaargent for that birthplace hc, i love it!) every once in a blue moon, but they're just cursory visits and they never really speak on anything of substance. being with them is like pulling teeth, to have to pretend she still has a connection to them when she's really been dead to them for five years.

and then for another thing i think way too hard about billrita in postcanon… it brings me great joy to think about them after the war because there are really a lot of different ways i can take this. on the one hand, it causes me a great deal of pain to think about rita not being able to open herself back up after the war and bill having to sort of just… accept that… after all they went through together (after she kissed him). having to just reflect on his memories with her that no longer exist and wondering what was so different about that last loop that she was able to love him then but can't bring herself to love him now. wondering if she will never be able to love him now that she's been rescued from her fate and there's nothing left to save her from.

and he just… he would love her so humbly and so deferentially in this vein, knowing she could leave him at any time, and knowing that she knows she could leave him too. and sometimes when they argue he gets that sinking feeling in his chest and fears that she does want to leave when they argue, only to quickly put those fears to rest before he can dwell on them too much because he will never take rita or her love for granted. because worst comes to worst, she could still be dying next to him instead of lying next to him in bed at night, or she could already be dead (for good this time), or he could be alive a thousand loops ago, never having known her or what it's like to love her and be loved by her, and he makes his gratitude for the way things are known in every kiss and every hug he gives.

but also, on the other hand i just… i get this fuzzy feeling in my chest thinking about rita and bill after the war being… happy. and rita realizing how significant that is, to be happy and to make someone else happy. that despite how standoffish, and cynical, and sometimes downright ghastly she can be, she has someone. she has someone, and that person's smile doesn't reach his eyes unless he's with her. she has someone, and nothing she can do will drive him away, no matter how hard she tries. and she's tried, she's actually been trying for quite some time to drive him away, but it won't work, it will never work, because to him she has something worth staying for, and he's willing to be patient and wait for her to show it.

and when rita finally opens herself up to this feeling, she finds that being with him is the closest she'll ever get to returning to who she was before the loops killed every last part of her that was young and happy and secure in her place in the world. since she joined the UDF she's only allowed herself the simplest of pleasures - a soft blanket or a pair of fuzzy socks to keep her warm at night - and bill's presence fits perfectly into her life as another one of those small luxuries. through him she learns to enjoy life and appreciate the things she once took for granted, and it feels good.

uhhhhhhhhhhhhh anyway. this isn't nearly as long as it could have been and it is in fact only a very small percentage of every disgustingly emotional thought i've ever had about these two but i had to restrain myself because i kept receiving an alert for block character limit so here you go!! if you want more feel free to slide in my dms because these two take up an entire library inside my head. yes it is alphabetized. bon appetit :^)

#apologies for the uh. tonal whiplash here #somehow that always happens whenever i ramble about these two #it can't be only fluffy or only angsty it HAS to be an even mix of both #edge of tomorrow #bill cage #rita vrataski #billrita

[ultimaid]

Genuine question, I don't mean any offense, but what do you see in Sounia? He's such a creep to her.

he is! and i don’t condone his behavior toward her in any way, i do find it creepy and the fact that she in-game wants him dead is honestly pretty funny. this post is NOT me making excuses for canon!souda’s actions.

for me it’s more like… i see a lot of painful awkwardness in souda. a lot of “oh god i don’t know how to interact with people” that comes with his obvious neurodiversity + having grown up in an abusive environment. and i think that mirrors sonia’s own awkward nature, in a way, she’s just much more graceful and poised about it. in the end they’re both huge nerds and i think that, once souda is able to realize “hey!! this is NOT how you treat someone you like!!” and gain a little empathy, they could have a really intriguing dynamic.

it’s about the growth for me — about souda’s growth, sure, about him learning how to interact with the people around him in a way that doesn’t put them off immediately, but also about sonia’s growth and being able to set boundaries (which she never clearly does in the game). it’s very much NOT a “using the woman for the man’s growth” sort of thing for me — it’s about both of them! i think they could get along!

pluuuus, i haven’t seen the dr3 anime but i think they are friends in it, based on what i’ve heard! or at least closer than they are in the game, which makes me happy.

in the end it’s more of a hypothetical dynamic than anything else, but i think they could have fun being silly and nerdy together. once souda realizes she’s just another person and once she feels comfortable setting boundaries with him i just think it could be something interesting to explore.

(i’m also weak for silly puppy-love crushes that grow into actual respect and care.)

one of my favorite takes on their relationship and how it could develop postcanon is in this fic, pygmalion effect. major TW for a few things in the fic (all of which i believe the author tagged), plus the last chapter is just porn, but it’s genuinely such a fascinating take on the sounia and sonsoudam dynamics.

EDIT: goodness i didn’t explain myself well at all in this post i am so sorry. please let me know if you need any further clarification, i love talking about these two.

#sorry for the long answer! i just. i love them. #danganronpa #sounia #asks #sdr2 spoilers

[callmearcturus]

11 for the ask game thing!

11. number of fandom-related words you've filtered

HAHAHAH LMAO lemme seeeeeeeeeee

homestuck epilogues, homestuck2, homestuck^2, hs2, hs^2, post canon, postcanon, post canon tw, ult dirk, ultidirk, ultimate dirk, davebot, rosebot

bit of a, uh, theme lmao

#arquiving #whomstve #ask arc