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landofknightsandlight · 4 years

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Blood colors

Here we go, analyzing the hemospectrum! We’ll look into the lifestyle, powers, and other information about each blood color. A lot of this will be speculation, but a lot will be from the comic itself.

Rust: The lowest caste on the hemospectrum, and thus they live the shortest lives. They live an average of 18 sweeps or 39 years. They often have telekinetic abilities and abilities related to the dead. These can both be found with Aradia, however, we only see the first one with Damara. It is thought that Aradia was able to project her dream self, due to her death related powers. She was also able to summon the dead to haunt Vriska, and constantly heard the voices of the damned. They often live in rural areas, away from society, due to how many there are. They work as grunts, taking the lowest of jobs in the empire. They are the most psychically vulnerable, and thus can easily be manipulated. They will also be the first to die in the vast glub.

Bronze: The second lowest caste in the system, they live a little longer than rustbloods. They live an average of 24 sweeps or 52 years. They usually have animal-related psychic abilities, like the ability to control animals. They have also been known to rarely pupate with wings, though they are often culled before they can grow up. They will be second to die in the vast glub and are also easy to manipulate. They live in rural areas, in smaller houses.

Gold: The third lowest caste. They live an average of 30 sweeps or 65 years. They have some of the most powerful psychic powers, having psionics. This gives them telekinetics, making it unlikely for them to need a sylladex. These telekinetics are a LOT stronger than that of rustbloods. They can also release a lot of energy from their eyes. They also often act as batteries for the fastest ships of the empire, allowing them to move MUCH faster than the speed of light. In fact, the most powerful known psionic was the Helmsmen, Sollux’s ancestor. I imagine that Mituna was just as powerful before his accident. They are the third to die in the vast glub, however, they also can only be manipulated about half the time.

Lime: This caste is currently extinct. This is due to a genocide done upon it by the Alternian highbloods. It is said that this happened due to their powerful abilities, though it is not known what these abilities might be. Some theorize that it is the “shooshpats” that Karkat does. This would be the ability to calm angry highbloods, but they use their anger and cannot have this. Another theory is that they were simply killed for having the same blood color as Calliope. We all know that Lord English would be petty enough to do this. Very little is overall known about this caste, though they do live around 50 sweeps or 108 years.

Olive: The fifth blood color, this caste lives to about 60 sweeps on average or 130 years. This caste has no psychic or physical abilities. They often live out in the wild, hunting for food. They make very good Moirails, due to their even temper. There’s really not much to say about this caste.

Jade: The sixth blood color, they live about 92 sweeps on average or 199 years. They have no psychic abilities but have the potential to become Rainbow Drinkers. They are usually girls and have the role of taking care of the mother grub. They are rare and often work as teachers in school hives, working through screens, as all adults are off-planet. They often live far away from urban areas and are the only caste able to stand the daylight. Due to their unique position, some live in deserts where the sun is bright.

Teal: The seventh blood color, they live 140 sweeps or 303 years on average. This caste is filled with highly intelligent, justice-focused individuals. They live in urban centers most of the time but are not restricted to these areas. They are known to live in rural areas. There’s not much to say about them, except that they’re exceptionally resistant to psychic abilities.

Cerulean: Ah, the beginning of aristocracy. These are the lowest of the highbloods, and live an average of 450 sweeps or 975 years. They are powerful psychics, with several abilities. They can read the feelings and base thoughts of lowbloods, and can easily force them to do their bidding. This can even extend to other’s psychic abilities, as seen with Vriska’s double psychic reach around, or Aranea using multiple Damara’s telekineses to smash two whole planets into one another. As they are also aristocracy, they often are allowed extravagant hives and clothing, even despite trolls hating fashion. They are the eighth caste to die in the vast glub.

Indigo: A caste filled with physical strength, they live 700 sweeps or 1516 years on average. They are filled with noble individuals and have noble lusii. They are extremely physically strong and very well educated. They are considered the middle of the aristocracy but have no psychic powers. They can be extremely dangerous without a good Moirail, and pair good with Olivebloods or Limebloods. Not much to say about this caste.

Purple: One of the most dangerous castes, they live 800 sweeps or 1733 years. They are the most physically powerful castes and have the gift of the Chucklevoodoos. These powers are mysterious, having unknown capabilities and limits. However, they do not get these powers from genetic inheritance, but instead from their religion. They are avid worshippers of the “mirthful messiahs”, who are really just Lord English. They are the highest of the land-dwelling trolls and work as the enforcers of the empire. They use their immense strength and amazing abilities to keep up the rule of the empress. They will be the last land-dwellers to die in the vast glub.

Violet: This caste is outright royalty, though they are the lower of the two. They live an average of 4500 sweeps or 9750 years. They have gills and fins on the side of their head, and have longer and sharper teeth than most trolls. They have no psychic abilities, but are extremely resistant to psychic attacks, practically immune. They only really answer to the empress, though they can be easily controlled by the Subjugglators. They not only live underwater, but sometimes atop islands as well.

Fuchsia: The very highest in the hemospectrum, they can live an average of 7000 sweeps or 15166 years. However, due to their natural abilities, they can in theory live forever. They have the ability to extend theirs and others lifespands, or even shorten them. They are exclusively female. There are only at most two of this caste at a time, one to rule and one to inherit. They are hatched very rarely, and the current empress will do anything in her power to prevent the next one from taking control. Over time, with experimentation, they may gain the abilities of the other castes, though in a lesser form. The condense was able to fully gain the powers due to doc scratch. They are completely immune to psychic attacks. They always share the same lusus, Gl'bgolyb. When this lusus dies, it will give the vast glub, of which only the Fuchsiablood will survive.

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abundantchewtoys · 4 years

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Homestuck^2 re: Chapter 8 “A Daughter Astray”

So, I thought of something. John positively losing it at a silly picture and letting go of some pent up stress in the process. It reminds me of Dave's reaction in the Game Over timeline to his old pictures in his room.

I wonder if Harry Anderson will try to apologize to his father for the events next time they meet, only for John to let him know how proud he is of him, helping his friends like that. :P

Now, let's see what Rose and Kanaya were up to on the battlefield, while Vrissy was getting acquainted with Vriska.

I'm also wondering whether Vrissy will realize what a bad influence Vriska is, what a risk she is to her relationships with Tavros & Harry Anderson. And whether the thrill she brings outweighs those risks. Also, I wonder if Vrissy knows about her cerulean blood mindcontrol powers?

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Ah, first to the reactions about the astray SON.

Oh, brain ghost Dirk.

Huh, so I guess Jake's attempts at espionage weren't that succesful yet.

Who in heck is Jane talking about that abondoned her, though, in the context of her son being kidnapped. She can't really feel "betrayed" by the trolls opposing her, can she?

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Sooo... Were the kids followed to Roxy's place? Maybe that getaway car really WAS too obvious.

Also, heh, Earth C has its own author "Steven" King, and his book about clownkiller kids is soaring to new heights in the charts because of current events, heheh.

And there Jane goes, she HAS the delusions. Really, she's convinced herself of being right and now everything is the others' fault due to being wrong.

Why, she's even so far gone, she thinks that equivalent retribution is a thing a good leader would do...

You know, I was kind of theorizing the new teens & Vriska would play a session of Sburb to escape Earth C, but it was kind of always looking like a far out idea. A way for them to connect to the session on Deltritus, in the Meat path. But now... Yeah, I wonder if the rebellion's going to be in time to save them.

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CCOOOOOOOOL new theme here.

It reminds me of the split pages during the B2 kids time recovering from the Trickster Mode, with the 45° ==> arrows.

So, yeah, I was thinking Harry Anderson was cumbersome to type everytime, too. Glad Vriska and Vrissy have separately come to the same conclusion. :P

And heheheh, Vriska's presence is shining a light on the thing John was saying all along, that nothing really feels REAL about the Candy Earth C.

So it would almost seem as if the teens might actually leave and find a more "real" version of their parents or something. By playing Sburb. Though wouldn't they like, miss their adult guardians?

Still, cool to get some insight into Harry and Vrissy here. He's always seen an invisible border between the past achievements of his parents and their friends and their current situation. But Vriska is forcing him to acknowledge it's all more real and closer to home than he might be comfortable with.

Meanwhile Vrissy is going through the weird situation where she's jealous of anyone getting Vriska's attention.

And Tavros has shown to be a good supportive partner. Though I still don't really get how their kismesittude works in other ways. How does Vrissy get under his skin, for instance?

Also, it's hilarious to see how badly Harry misjudges his Dad, just like the previous generation once used to do. I really just want to hear John say how proud he is of him now, both for the emotional punch and the hilarious reaction Harry's going to have.

Also, good to see 23 years have done nothing to cool Roxy's affection for all things feline.

And it was cool to see Harry go in one conversation from John-esque "there's this scene in the beginning" to Dave-esque metaforgotten similes. Heredity at its finest.

Right, so, that reminds me. Harry is Dave and Rose's half-brother, let that sink in for a bit. And Tavros is genetically his uncle.

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Hahahahahahahahah Oh yes.

Oh HELL yes.

I thought I might have actually been projecting this, but it's LITERALLY the first thing John says to Harry. And in all caps (cause shouting), just like Dad used for his notes. Perfection.

But, pfffffff, okay, just like the father in a comedy, he misinterpreted the events and thought Harry was trying to prank him, oh my god. He literally saw Gamzee's death as part of a prank or something, heeheeheeh.

"JOHN: now, harry anderson, i know that you and tavros haven't always gotten along. JOHN: but i am going to have to ask you to try and look out for him for the time being. JOHN: your uncle jake and i... well, i'll explain later. JOHN: let's just say that gamzee isn't the only family member jane is losing today. HARRY: dad... if you wanted me to KILL tavros, you only had to ask. TAVROS: (Um,,,) HARRY: couldn't resist."

I didn't really think pranks were Harry's shtick, but his sarcastic jab at Tavros' expense near the end proves me wrong. So John seems to be saying he's in cahoots with Jake, they're probably chatting covertly.

But actually, considering Jane's Dad is dead, John actually made a bit of a bad joke there, even if he probably doesn't know about Jane's Dad's death.

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Okay this? John being his son's partner in crime? This is great.

And eesh, I thought for a minute it was Karkat or an undercover troll outside, but it's a member of Jane's secret police.

So, Harry and his friends have to make a getaway before the drones arrive. Reminds me of how they came for Dirk in B2 Earth's future.

And yup, that bell tower is a real prominent place, isn't it? And for some reason... For some reason, it must be close by to Roxy's house. Even though, I'd wager she and Harry moved to live in the human kingdom, after Roxy sided with Jane. The school was a human school, for one. And the bell tower's part of the carapace kingdom! Huh.

Somehow, I think their distraction is going to be a bit bigger than Jade's "OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT *points*", but you never know. :P

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So majestic. They're most DEFINITELY not standing agape looking at the picture making the rounds.

You know, the fact that you don't SEE the hustle & bustle around them reminds me of Ed, Edd 'n Eddy, where no other people than the main cast were ever shown besides some silhouettes & limbs.

The fact that the Maryam-Lalondes are a beacon is so deliciously punderful. Light and Luminiscence. Also, actually, it's good to learn how they're in fact more of a symbol as well, through their union as troll and human.

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Oh my god they're freaking out, but as mature adults. Rose's hair is cut short, wow.

So they don't have eyes in the human kingdom. And Kanaya can't even savour the death of Gamzee now. Rose finds her Light powers lacking, but that's just because of the timeline they're in - though I suppose they must work some of the time for her to still rely on them.

So, I do wonder how Kanaya and Rose are going to cope with the fact that the one they're idolized in a sense, by naming her daughter after her, is now back in the flesh. They'll have to deal with the realities of a living, breathing, fucking-things-up Serket.

Hah, another new named troll. Alfonz, heheh. One of Nepeta's blood type, it seems.

I wonder if it's news from Karkat or John. The distraction might be under way, so that's why none of the kids are replying.

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Oooooh, Blaperile has a good point, this is probably Jade coming back from the reconnaissance, bearing Dave's dead body presumably. D:

... I wonder if they're going to pin this on the humans, for want of evidence to the contrary. Seems like a good way for things to start escalating even further.

Meanwhile, it appears Alfonz' quirk favors the A and Z.

Kanaya kind of looks like the Dolorosa now from behind.

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Seems like Jade was wearing an Iron Lass - ish outfit. Sorry Alfonz, you're about to be forcibly removed.

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Okay no, that isn't an armour. Her gloves' colour remind me of Grimbark Jade. And that commando outfit reminds me of an old sprite edit I made of a GI Jade, heheheheheheh.

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Wait, huh? I could have SWORN Dave would have been found right now. So, what does that... mean? Didn't Dave's ascension take place yet???

... It seems then that Jade was sent to retrieve Vrissy and the others, but she was too late?

Blaperile has a good theory - perhaps Jade was pulled away from her mission with Dave, and just texted him as she left, thinking he'd read her message shortly thereafter.

Crack theory: Jane's forces caught A Vriska, just not the one they were sent after. :P

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... WAIT WHAT???

WHO THE HECK IS---

Did Jade and Dave actually ADOPT a kid and called it Yiffy???

Please just be a dog, please just be a dog, please just be a dog.

... Unless it's a real punderized name for Vrissy. Ugh, god.

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Glad to see we are all in agreement with Rose and Kanaya here.

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Ah. Okay, so we're doing this again. Jumping back to Vriska when things are angling for an explanation. Sure. :P

Well, okay yeah, at least we know Yiffy isn't any of these kids then.

Vriska's looking bored. That's not good.

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Page 206

Wow. Okay yeah, we're getting to some juicy bits here.

Harry desperately wants to reconnect with John. And he is sucking up his father's "BELIEF" in him like it's nobody's business. (Kind of a Jake thing to do.) Vrissy correctly assesses that John's advice wasn't great and that John is not being a good adult, but she's wrong that John is to blame for Tavros' hangups. Meanwhile we're getting some good black vibes from Tavros now, as he gets flustered at Vrissy using his baggage to win an argument. And on another note, Harry rescents Tavros' mom, but in the process has made Tavros out to be a snob or something, which he clearly isn't and which Vrissy calls him out on.

But Vriska couldn't care less about any of their shit. :P

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Ahahaahah. Okay, actually, Vriska is a lot better at assessing their situation than I'd thought she'd be. Didn't think she cared enough to notice some of this stuff.

Her calling out Harry on not being grateful for John is weird. Maybe she meant it as in - this planet is fucking pointless but John still loves you.

Hah, but her calling herself an adult - she's just as old as them.

Coooooooool, though. Harry's getting a strife specibus! Yeah, so, they all must have sylladices, but apparently no strife specibii.

I do wonder what in god's name he could weaponize from his room. Does he end up with Shoekind? Shoes seem at least like they could do some damage, better than scarves at least.

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OMG.

Actual Honest To God Chumhandles!!! Hahahahaahhaahahhah.

I guess it was because we're back in Act 1 shenanigans that it was finally time to reveal them? Awesome, Harry's the same's as Dave & Roxy, TG, and Vrissy has, of course, Vriska's.

So I suppose Tavros' chumhandle will contain a C. I don't remember Tavros Nitram's chumhandle of the top of my head, but that seems legit. Oops, no, adiosToreador, my bad.

So... Harry COULD end up with sewing equipment as his strife specibus, but that seems like a red herring. All those shoes are poking my eyes out.

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Yeah, them needles are way too small for a strife specibus.

Although scissors, hmmm, that could actually work and be interesting as he upgrades them!

Reading Vrissy and Harry arguing here, I'm reminded of Dave pestering John to apply something to his strife specibus.

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Oh hell yes, second person narration. :D

(Wonder what his sylladex modus is.)

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Oh hell yes, this list :D

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Awesome callback to John's first reaction on creating hammerkind.

Awesome to see the return of all this early-act vocabulary and imagery.

Hah! Harry was even about to say "you have a feeling it's going to be a long day", pffffff. Nice.

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Oh my god.

So I suppose this page was preceded with a break between updates, cause Vriska's feeling like she's been stuck here for a month.

I think Tavros already has a strifekind bought for him by Jane. And Vrissy definitely has one already too, since she apparently has all those weapons in her room.

Vriska's so confident she can just waltz out of here. Okay, with ALL the luck on her side, and her rocket boots, that might actually be true.

Blaperile theorizes the other kids will use HER as the distraction but have to strife against some Crocker Cops to get away. Maybe it'll be drones though. Of course, I wonder what he could do--- Hey, maybe there's actually a hedge scissors in the house! He could equip that! They have that nicely trimmed bush out in the front yard, so yeah, that could work!!!

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....

........

Yes I suppose there really was no way she was going to actually RELIEVE the situation.

She's appalled that the paradise she helped create didn't have the decency to be an actual paradise. I follow her way of thinking. But yeah, she's not being a mature adult about all this, that's for sure. Although it is true it's insane the people of Earth C actually believed in Gamzee. And from Vriska's perspective, there's no one that came closer to killing LE than she, so I'm not even really mad at her for believing it.

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Ooooooh boy. Now we'll see if she still has any luck on her side. That's a sniper homing in on her throat!

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Oh geez. That didn't seem like it graced her.

So yeah. Her god tier judgment.

Heroic because she was trying to be a saviour? Just because Just Vriska? Or neither because irrelevant Candy Earth C?

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Oooooh snap. It went through her shoulder.

And now she's REALLY had it. Oh snap.

Is this picture by the way showing on a computer screen? The way the top is coloured in a blueish hue... Jane is watching.

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Uhm...

This for another SBaHJ interlude?

No, really, she's not using her dice, so... What's a snap going to do?

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Ooooooh, RIGHT!!!!

Yeah, this would definitely get some people on her side, revealing herself as a god tier.

Also, it would serve as a good reminder to Jane that she can't just have a random sniper shoot her and think she'll stay dead.

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Oh hell yes. This works so well, describing this scene instead of showing it.

Vriska is absolutely terrifying when she cuts loose. At least she didn't kill anyone (that we know), not even in retribution. And because the kids were on her side, they shared in ALL THE LUCK, fortunately.

Right, so Tavros actually has more stamina than Harry, makes sense with Jake for a dad. And Vrissy is so enamored with Vriska's coolness, it's definitely going to become a Thing someone has to address at some point.

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There John is!

I didn't think the tower looked like it was built from lime, in my mind, actually. But yeah, I guess not EVERYTHING in the carapace kingdom can be coloured gold and/or purple, right?

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Hey, he has his god tier outfit back on! And Vriska's coming over to greet him!

... Is it me, or is the outfit grown too short, since I can see his waist? :P

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Okay, she actually likes seeing him again, under better (well, sort of) circumstances. Maybe it's the thrill she just went through.

Heheheh, but Adult John is a head higher than her.

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Ooooooh, awesome.

Glad to see John finding an actual way to bond with Harry!

He could've probably alchemized a bigger outfit, or magicked one, but having Harry redesign it is WAY better. So I guess his sprite is bigger now, but I wonder if the same is true for the other adults.

Also, yes, John is again very good at pointing out the obvious shenanigans of having two Vriskas could entail. He's always been good at making those connections. And cool to see how his inherent dweepiness has turned into being an embarrasment to his son, now that John himself is an adult. :P

Hah, so Rose & Kanaya are coming over - Vrissy's already feeling embarassed by getting fawned over. Though with Jade along, I hope we'll get to know about "Yiffy" - who's apparently held close to Jane.

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Hahahah, nice to have at last the 3 remaining B1 adults together.

So, Yiffy is something John doesn't know about and is being kept in the dark about. Weird... Like, I don't think it's like a polyamorous CANINE lover for Jade, right? Not sure what to think at this point.

And Kanaya is too busy fuzzing over Vrissy to comment on John's clothing.

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Hahahahah, the idea of Vrissy turning into a little hissy-fit goblin as her mothers try to clean her up is delightful.

And the others seem to want to keep John in the dark on some of the things about the war, but they really shouldn't. I'm very curious about the truth, but also, John would definitely be able to help.

... Wait a minute. Yiffy doesn't mean Roxy, does it???

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Ahhh, things were turning up so dramatically... And then John goes and leaps to the most WRONG conclusion he could make. I mean, no offense to him of course, he's been kept out of the dark.

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I wow.

W---

Jezus H. Christ.

This does indeed read like a chapter in a bad fanfic. But it's real. Real as can be.

Jade and Rose have a daughter. That's... Wow. This I gotta process.

It feels as though the chapter is winding down, and with it, this little interlude on Earth C. What a day.

But yeah, Vrissy will definitely have some FEELINGS about this revelation.

... The fact that the name started as one-upmanship and stuck because of carapacian bureaucracy, and this was the reason for the secrecy of years. That's just wild.

Her name is a play on Pippy Longstocking of course. And long stockings are what Jade wore. Dear lord, this is insane. This really fucks up the family tree some more, too.

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Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff----

Yeah, the issue of Dave's absence kind of got sidetracked there.

So I wonder if Davebot actually had the decency to look Jade up before leaving.

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Wow. Let's take some time to digest THIS whopper of a revelation.

Also: of course the 8th chapter would be full-on focusing on Vriska.

#homestuck #homestuck^2 #yiffy lalonde harley #liveblogging homestuck #vriska serket #harry egbert #harry anderson egbert #tavros crocker #vrissy ml #vriska maryam lalonde #john egbert #jade harley #rose lalonde #kanaya maryam #reaction

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fangsmyth · 4 years

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@moonstonetm asked to be kintyped!

scoricorn - sign of the destructive

cerulean blood ( scorpio )

good. we know her birthday, it just passed. i didn’t have to dig in my brain to remember what all people of a certain zodiac represent. honestly, i probably would’ve guessed this since she has big scorpio energy anyways but

prospit dreamer

she has a generally... i wanna say muted aura but that’s honestly just what’s on the surface. like most prospit dreamers, cassandra doesn’t hesitate to tell it like it is. she strikes me as kind of emotional which really helps me decide on prospit? this is the baby stuff i’ll get in the meat over here

thief of rage

i knew right away that either a seer of a thief would fit her perfectly. i consider the trend with seers pretty much just being “stubborn fuckers that won’t hesitate to call you out on your shit”, but at the same time it’s... literally just that. they don’t really act so much as command and pester which proved to be a bit of a problem committing cass to that.

thief was my second pick, since thieves are very proactive and selfish. also cassandra literally looks like the default thief when picking up a fantasy game i’m so sorry i’m typecasting her-- i know most thieves have a good amount of confidence or at least fake it to a certain extent? they tend to be fairly commanding and have a strong desire to be leaders!

this class is a little different from most others when it comes to their relationship with their aspect, but it’s not like it’s a very strange one. thieves crave their aspect in a very literal sense. (meenah likes taking peoples’ lives by killing people, vriska is really into luck and puts a ton of value towards it, etc.) because of this, it took me a little bit to chew on it? like they don’t necessarily crave it because they’re lacking in it like pages, they just... kinda like it leave them alone

speaking purely from a mechanical perspective, i feel like rage fits her just a touch more than all of the other aspects. (she has the energy of a time player, but considering how much she accepted being rapunzel’s protector i don’t quite feel she has enough of the rebellious energy to go towards that)

i was debating on a few different aspects for a while actually, but considering the direction her character takes and how rage players focus on contempt for false ideals and idols, bringing confusion and doubt since she did the whole... moonstone thing you know that’s where my mind ended up

if you wanna go a softer route, blood was my second pick! because cassandra deserves a ton of friends, and blood is all about interpersonal connections and loving your friends! ...bapeeeeeey

#moonstonetm #yeah right ( ask ) ;;#ginger lemon radler ( ooc ) ;;#the aspect was TOUGH on this one but i did my best!!!!

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shangri-lol · 5 years

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==>Spiderbite.

"Vriska no. Please stop." You're begging like a pathetic worm as she uses your phone to toy with your loved ones. Seeing her hurt them is more than you can stand. You just want it to stop.

She simply rolls her eyes. "At least they care enough to come now. Nice work, 8a8e~" The tone in her voice is sickening. She's mocking you. She knows you're too afraid to fight back. You're hoping that she will just let them all stay safe if you do what she says.

"What do you mean? What are you planning...?" You are terrified to ask, but you know she's gonna tell you. You might as well just find it out now.

"Oh, of course you already know. I'm gonna make sure you have nothing to come 8ack to here." She locks the phone and pockets it, grinning down at you. "I'm gonna get rid of any ties you have left. I'll let your mind be able to remember them just long enough to see them all die."

Your eyes go wide with horror. "No...No you can't do that! I'm not lettin you hurt them." The rage in your pusher makes you stand. Your eyes are threatening to turn red with anger, but then she interrupts you.

"8urnout." You feel you body try to relax and you anger goes fuzzy. You grit your teeth and force yourself to stay standing. You won't stand down. Not like this.

"N...no." You're shaking and your thinkpan yearns for that euphoric response but you resist it. The girl looks shocked that you even tried.

"8urnout." Her fingers snap and your knees try to buckle out from under you. You put a hand on the wall and push yourself upright again.

"NO." You are terrified, but you're more angry that she had the gaul to threaten your family. You have to fight back. You have to beat her.

"You're being an awfully 8ad little clown, Gamzee. Do I need to reeducate you." The thought is sickening, mostly because the part of your brain that's addicted wants to just give up. You hate this so much. You can't take anymore.

You won't take anymore.

"No, Vriska. I'm not a slave and I ain't motherfuckin yours. I'm done playin this ga-" She cuts you off, psychically shutting your mind down and you feel disgusted. Disgusted and horrified.

"That's a8out enough out of you. Now kneel down like you're supposed to." She orders, as if you can argue. You struggle against the control, but she gets you on your knees in front of her. You fight to move and she makes an disappointed little tsk.

"Now I gotta teach you some manners. You should love 8eing controlled 8y me! I know what's 8est for you. Play8ack."

You struggle with yourself in embarassment befor you speak. "You're in ch-charge and I'm the puppet. I love obe...obeying you. Being controlled..." You grind your teeth and struggle to not speak.

"O8ey."

"BEING CONTROLLED FEELS AMAZING." You groan in frustration after your blurt it out. You hate it so much. You hate HER so much.

"Good girl~" She purrs softly. You wanna throw up but your brain feels so good when she does it. She programmed it to. You try to struggle again but it's weaker and your head is fuzzier.

"There we go. Now, I need to punish you for 8eing a 8ad violent little monster. Let's see..." The dark grin on her face sends a shudder through you. Her hand reaches forward and grips your horn. "This should do it."

You immediately start fighting the psi pinning you in place like a trapped animal. You know what she's threatening. She wants you to beg for forgiveness, to say you'll behave. You almost consider it, but then you think about the lives she's threatened and you can't stand it. You refuse.

Vriska twists your horn and pulls it too hard to one side, keeping your head still with the other. You let out a horrified yelp and struggle to force your way free, but she's too strong for your think pan. You're yelling, in tears when suddenly you feel a snap.

You choke on the pain and slam into the floor, face first. The blood from your removed appendage covers the floor around you. Your face is smudged and the pain leaks off into the pool below. Your head is SCREAMING with pain.

She turns around lazily tossing the horn to the ground. "You won't even remember them later. You'll be thanking me then."

The moment snaps something inside your brain. You're so overrun with emotion that you don't think. You just push yourself up and grab up your own horn. It's like the hot anger built up for sweeps all came inside of your mind all at once. Like you'd finally gotten something to click and let you MOVE.

The horn jabs straight through her back, and she chokes as you twist it into her and pull back on her hair. The red your seeing causes you to pull so hard that the head beneath comes clear off. Cerulean coats the walls and the floor. Your own blood is streaming down your face.

The horn is forced back out, clutched in your arms as you stand there, dizzied by how much just happened. You collapse next to her corpse soaking in purple and cobalt.

#gore //#blood #death #violence #plot #abuse #mind control #brainwashing #transphobia #misgendering #DING DONG THE WITCH IS DEA

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shella-aweswim · 6 years

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@aszeah because it was her birthdayyyyyy. Fic based on her pic

“I never thought I’d sea you again” Aranea’s hands stilled, thick braids still woven between her fingers as she waited for her to continue. Ever since they reunited, both of them had avoided the subject, despite it being the proverbial elephant in the room. It was only a matter of time before one of them gave in, she just didn’t expect it to be Meenah to do it. “I just turned round n you were glubbin gone.”

Guilt coiled in her chest as she listened to the hollow tone of the sea dwellers voice. A certain kind of pain she was all too familiar with. One she felt twice in both her lifetimes, if being dead could be considered a lifetime. Abandoned, by her best friend, well, more than best friends now.

“I call ya shellphone and ya just tell me ya aint never comin back neither. Did..you really mean it when you said you would miss me?” Meenah’s voice cracked, and it was as though it struck her in her gut. Honestly, Aranea thought she would neither notice or care if she was gone. After all she had spent all her time and attention on Vriska instead of her. Why would her absence matter?

Though, those bitter thoughts faded as she felt a pair of strong arms squeeze her tight and draw her in. Almost as if they were afraid she would disappear. “I shoalda told ya from the beginnin...how proud of you I was.”

“What?” Now this was unexpected. So much so it broke through her uncharacteristic silence. She shifted and pulled back just enough to get a good look a the sea dweller that held her like a precious treasure. “What do you mean by that?”

A dry laugh fell from Meenah’s lips as she shook her head, which only served to confuse the cerulean blood more. Though her eyes slid shut as her matesprit leaned forwards and pressed a little kiss to her forehead. “Figures that would get ya talkin. Alwaves one for attention aint ya?”

A slight pout played on her lips as she stared up at her. A glimmer of her playful nature shown in those tyrian eyes, and it eased some of the growing guilt in her chest. “Come now, Meenah. You honestly can’t expect me to be at least a little surprised to hear that?”

“Yeah...whale ya know I’m still right” Aranea huffed as she buried her face in the sea dwellers chest. If she didn’t see her smug little smirk, then maybe she could pretend it wasn’t on her face.

A moment passed as she laid there, just listening to Meenah’s heart. The steady rhythm soothing her nerves as she waited for her to continue. The sea dweller seemed to settle down as well, as she slowly started to trace little shapes along her back. Her fingers went back to toying with those braids.

“I shoulda told ya, when we got on the pirate ship, how proud I was of ya for just...talkin and bein you with everyone.” Aranea’s eyes widened, completely blindsided by this revelation. She had been...proud of her? When she wasn’t anything special? “Just seein you so happy glubbin yer head off about waterever shit you thought was great….and not worryin boat nofin eelse but bein you...that was amaseaing...you were amaseaing.”

Nimble fingers tightened around braided locks as a new emotion seemed to fill her. No one had ever praised her for this. For just being herself. Especially not after she tried to be her alternate self. To hear it from someone so important to her. Someone so close and cared so much about her, made her emotions spill over as tears slowly dripped from her eyes.

“I was too worried boat stupid carp like...how I would look if I said somefin or how you would take it..that I glubbin chickened out and told blue buoy instead of you. The only cod dam one that shoalda heard it in the first place.” Frustration seeped into Meenah’s anguished tone, which only tugged harder at Aranea’s heartstrings.

“No, Meenah,” Aranea began as she cupped her matesprits cheek with her free hand. She smiled sadly as she felt cool fingers brush away the tears on her cheeks. “I’m the one who should be sorry, not you.”

“I shouldn’t have left you like that. I should have voiced my frustrations with you in person instead of when I was ready to throw everything away.” That phone call, she wasn’t about to let anyone stop her. In fact, Meenah’s proclamation of missing her had made her falter, until Vriska interrupted the moment. She reminded her why she left in the first place.

“I wasn’t willing to talk to you and I didn’t give you a chance to do so when we did talk about it.” A painful lump formed in her throat as she spoke. Admitting to her failings, hurt almost as much as the pained sound in her matesprits voice and those sad tyrian eyes as she waited for her to continue.

“I’m sorry. I never meant to, or even thought, that I would hurt you this much. You never deserved this.” Suddenly, Meenah dipped down and kissed Aranea firmly. She gasped softly into the kiss as their lips moved together at a languid pace. It was warm and loving, and it calmed the storm that brewed in her chest.

“I’m...sorry too. I shoalda been betta, and I shoaldn’t have ignored ya neither” Aranea was left breathless as the sea dweller murmured an apology against her lips. Unable to resist, she stole another sweet kiss from her matesprit, feeling comforted by their tender embrace.

As the kiss broke, she tucked herself under Meenah’s chin and nuzzled into her neck like a happy kitten. A weight seemed to have been lifted from her shoulders and even her matesprit seemed lighter as well. All was forgiven...and they could finally move past this.

As the last of her tears were wiped away by cool fingers, Aranea felt herself slowly drift off in this comforting embrace. Even if it was just one arm hooked securely around her back, she never felt more safe or comfortable in her life. As her matesprits hand slowly stopped and dropped to her side, she sighed contentedly as she drifted off as well.

“I love you, Meenah.”

#aranea #meenah #aranea serket #meenah peixes #les8ifins

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spoopyspoony · 6 years

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Ya’know I think it’s kinda interesting that Mallek thinks of himself as a midblood when prior to his route most people have been considering ceruleans to be more highblood status. Not only does Vriska straight up live in a damn castle, but Equius of all people recognizes her as part of one of the “noble” classes. Does Mallek simply not realize just how much better off he is than both lowbloods and midbloods, or is there something else at work here? Are ceruleans considered to be “could go either way” depending on who they associate with most? Do class gaps widen by the time Homestuck happens?

Is the reason ceruleans are known to be vicious because they’re trying to live up to and be included with higher bloods?

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kanayatherainbowdrinker · 11 months

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KANAYA: You All Desire To Be Me

#A Pyre For My Auspicious Passion #Kanaya Maryam #vriskan #When I Consider Vriskas Cerulean Blood #Most Certainly Break Spider Vriska Vibes #Sylph Soars On Wings Of Moth #A Certain Madness Im Afflicted By #Rainbow Drinkers And Flora Basking Beneath The Blistering Alternian Sun As One #Mcfussyfangs Zeal For Designing Fanciful Fabrics

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fantroll-purgatory · 6 years

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@plumb1tes

(The image was made by me)

It’s a real good image. I want to let you know from the beginning of this review that CD and I have both been raving about what a good troll Charyl is from the second she set (prosthetic) foot in our inbox. She’s so so creepy and we both love her so much.

FIRST: Alternia, and she’s closer to being in the Hiveswap setting then the Hivebent one.

I think given our current info re: Hiveswap all that tells us is that she is living before Feferi was hatched.

Name (preferably include how you came up with it and why): Charyl (derived from one of the Deathstalker scorpion’s venom known to cause paralysis) Thytue (from a genus of scorpion called ‘Tityus’)

Age: 7.85 sweeps

Strife Specibus: Needlekind (the sewing kind)

I like it, especially since you can also swap it with the hypodermic kind. If I may suggest another option, maybe stringkind? She could use anything from silly string (comedic), to thread (thematic), to fishing line (deadly).

Fetch Modus: I can never think of a good one, lol.

I have two for you! The first is a simple SINGING MODUS based off Singer sewing machines.

The second is a CLAW CRANE MODUS like the ones you see in arcades and are invariably rigged to some extent. I like this for a few reasons:

1) it harkens back to her toy theme which is present throughout her bio, and

2) you could have the “claw” of this modus be her limp doll hand, which would just look so creepy.

Blood color: Cerulean,

Symbol and meaning: Scorrius, sign of the cunning (Hope + Derse)

We’ll get to that later in your bio!

Trolltag: tetraplegicTrinket (it’s referring to her dolls, which are trolls that are essentially permanently paralyzed, and she dolls them up)

It’s a good name! If you want to alter it slightly you can go for quadriplegicTinkerer so her abbreviation can be QT.

Quirk: Sh3 tr13s to 1ncoporat3 h3r s1gn 1n h3r sp33ch! (i want to find something that suits her better, if you have any suggestions!)

|-|-|-|- H(::)w about that she begins and ends her sentences with f(::)ur stitches and replaces “o” with (::)? -|-|-|-|

|-|-|-|- B(::)th as a d(::)llmaker and as s(::)me(::)ne with bifurcated visi(::)n eightf(::)ld? -|-|-|-|

|-|-|-|- Als(::) it mimics the cutesy way s(::)me l(::)lita girls talk by making their (::)’s r(::)under -|-|-|-|

Special Abilities (if any): Vision eightfold, with it being split to both her eyeballs, to appear like buttons, going along with her doll-like theme. It doesn’t really do much for her.

I mean tbh that holds up. We don’t know how much of Vriska’s own abilities were from her vision eightfold, her psychic mutation, or her eventual role as a Thief of Light. The girl had a lot of stuff going on.

Lusus: ScorpionMom, a giant scorpion that paralyzes Charyl’s dolls for her with her giant stinger. She also eats the trolls that die after being turned into dolls. Charyl also laces her needles with her lusus’s poison, to kidnap trolls she finds fit for being turned into dolls. Their relationship is pretty good, all things considered, though ScorpionMom keeps to herself, most of the time. This adds on to Charyl’s feeling of isolation.

I think this is oddly permissive for a ceruleanblood lusus; while Vriska’s Spidermom was obviously an extreme case, it seems that bigger lusii generally need to get fed, and will not necessarily take kindly to their ward dangling almost-available food in front of them while they finish playing with it. I think it makes more sense that Charyl uses her lusus’s poison to paralyze (and eventually kill) her victims where Scorpionmom’s full sting would out-and-out kill a troll. It can still play into her isolation because she’ll need to work to keep away from her mom while her doll is still alive, and it still gives her an easy method of getting rid of the bodies.

Apperance: She is a tall troll, around 5’9, and rather thin. Charyl has vision eightfold, though split, and makes her eyes look like buttons. She styles her hair into two long twintails, and a bow wrapped around her horn that has her symbol on it. Charyl dresses in gothic trollita garb, which is mostly made by herself, consisting of a black, frilly dress with a cerulean bow, and mary janes, and knee-high socks.

GOTHIC TROLLITA. HOLY SHIT I LOVE IT.

Charyl is a quadruple amputee, from an accident where one of her dolls, a fellow cerulean blood, was under-dosed, and managed to mind control Charyl into breaking and contorting her own limbs, as a way of revenge. The cerulean blood escaped, and Charyl managed to recover from the life-threatening experience. She managed to take some rather large doll parts, and fashion them into workable replacement limbs with the help of an acquaintance experienced in robotics.

Hm. So I like the premise of this a lot. With that said, do we have evidence that psychic cerlueanbloods can influence their peers? After all, part of what makes them so dangerous is that they have psychic abilities on par with a lowblood sans their requisite vulnerabilities. If I may suggest a different scenario with a similar outcome, perhaps an indigoblood with a particularly STRONG immune system failed to succumb to the poison in the expected timeframe and overcame her with their remaining strength. This could spur her distaste for kidnapping highbloods and still leave her disabled.

Personality: She’s pretty bubbly and energetic, and quite motherly. Sometimes she wishes she were a jadeblood so she could take care of a wriggler. She also treats her dolls (both living and nonliving), like her children, loving to dress them up and take care of their needs. However she is also very controlling, and is quite uncomfortable whenever she isn’t able to offer her opinion, or do things how she wants.

She’s pretty spoiled from her highblood upbringing, but is equally friendly to both highbloods and lowbloods, due to her not caring about the hemospectrum that much (though she turns more lowbloods into her dolls than highbloods, due to them being easier to abduct). Charyl is a lonely troll, and uses her dolls as a way to not feel as alone as she does, due to her lack of friends outside of the ones she meets online.

Yeah kidnapping lowbloods sure is easier when everything about the hemospectrum makes them easier to kill huh?

Due to the experience with the cerulean blood (which is one of the reasons why she prefers lowbloods for her dolls), she hardly leaves her hive, aside from going outside to find new victims. She is also socially awkward, and prefers the company of her dolls, mostly due to not fearing the social apprehension she feels when interacting with highbloods.

Interests: Charyl absolutely loves fashion, especially gothic trollita clothes. She likes sewing, and making her own dresses and accessories, for herself, and also her dolls.

If it wasn’t obvious, she also is obsessed with dolls, though her favorite type are the trolls she kidnaps, and permanently paralyze with her lusus’s poison. Most are unable to speak, and eventually die to the poison. Charyl dotes on them, dressing them up and taking care of their needs. She has a rather large collection of both living and nonliving dolls.

Charyl also likes playing doctor, though treats “patients” through the process of bloodletting, with the same needles she uses for her sewing.

Title: (got any suggestions?)

I do, because I don’t think she’s actually a Hope player. I mean if we wanted to stay on that track she’d be more likely to be a Rage player because her whole schtick is narrowing her own and others’ options, and I could make arguments for her being a Life or a Doom player, buuuuut.

You’ve made her bio one that’s very Of Things. She likes having material things, whether they’re bodies or dolls or clothes. And her hobby of kidnapping real, actual trolls to turn them into dolls is technically a form of recycling and of creativity.

Basically, she’s a fucked-up kind of Space player. More specifically, she’s a Thief of Space, which is GREAT because she’s like if Kanaya and Vriska had a creepy and fashionable lovechild, ESPECIALLY given that you said she sometimes wishes she was a jadeblood!

Her inverse would be a Page of Time, which I think kind of works given that she’s effectively fucking with others’ time both by freezing their progress and by dramatically shortening their lives!

Land: Doesn’t have one yet! Still on the fence on if she’ll actually play sburb or not

That’s fine! For the sake of argument let’s say her land is Land of Chloroform and Frogs (LOCAF). All these frogs just floating in chloroform. Maybe some of them are splayed out like an anatomical diagram. Maybe some of them have been taxidermied. Many of them will be dissected like a high school bio unit. It’ll certainly make it easy to see which frog have the anatomical traits you want in the future Bilious Slick. The Land probably isn’t even safe to traverse without a gas mask given how damn fast the stuff works. It’s macabre and fits really well with how Space players’ frogs tend to be frozen in time in some manner.

Dream Planet: Derse

I definitely agree that she’s a Dersite given how much she seems to be in her head. With that, she’s a Scorga, sign of the Deviser, which sufficiently vague that I guess it works?

…Oh MAN I just looked that one up and the fuckin’ arrow tail looks like a scorpion poised to strike! It’s perfect for her!

Thanks again!

Thank YOU for this creepy creepy lady! My redesign will be very very minimal but HOO BOY did I have fun making her sprite!

This is gonna come with my requisite list of credits especially because I do not have a tablet and had no goddamn idea where to start with spriting her dress. That base is from deviantart user Thefantrolls and was then heavily edited to match your picture. The horns are straight-up Vriska’s, the bow is from naphal, and the hair was made by compositing like 4 different fan-troll templates.

For the redesign, I used a prosthetic base by hmnj to make it a little more obvious that her legs are prosthetic while maintaining the doll aesthetic. For the hair I wanted to do the scorpion callback but didn’t want to do anything as obvious as the stinger braid (especially since it might lose the lolita aesthetic), so I took a note from Gothorita’s design and tried to give her scorpion claw buns?

Anyway thank you again for this scary scary woman I can’t wait to see her in action.

-TR

#plumb1tes #charyl thytue #charyl #thytue #ceruleanblood #review #redesign #tr review #submission

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clonerightsagenda · 6 years

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#tuesjade #homestuck//#kat writes fic #sort of #it's a pesterlog bc i can write those in 30 seconds flat so sue me

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ceescedasticity · 7 years

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Ghost Army Enlistment

(Okay, really not kidding about deaths here.)

==> BE FUTURE ARADIA It's the fucking Gleeful Abandon that gets you. The terrible killjoy captain (not to be confused with the killjoy commodore) has finally decided that the level of haunting is interfering with operational efficiency, and contacted the Bureau of Retermination to at least get the officers' diningblock cleared out. All the administrative material was in order, you checked in, bowed and scraped, you did everything you were supposed to, and some junior subjugglator walks in, decides he doesn't WANT the ghosts cleared out, and casually crushes your throat and snaps your neck.

Feferi's given him a massive brain hemorrhage before you're even clear of your body. You give her a mildly reproving look. "I WAS going to haunt him a bit myself." "Sorry?" She sounds a little sorry. "You could still terrorize his ghost." "It's not the same." It's the work of a moment to fix your neck, followed by dozens of aches and pains which have built up over the sweeps. "Okay. I am professionally obligated to completely trash at least half the ship now, but I want to go talk to Sollux before he hears it from the official report." Oh, fuck, he probably HEARD you, too. "You mind getting started?" She cracks her knuckles. "Not at all." Sollux is upset, of course, and threatens not to help you learn to type with your brain, and gets sniffly, but you both knew this was coming sooner rather than later, and it's not like you're GONE. He agrees to message the living individually. You head off to look for Karkat, Gamzee, and Vriska -- they deserve to hear it from you before you send out an all-points bulletin to the Terrifying Ghost Army re: avenging your slightly premature demise. Skeleton -- back in the Fleet this sweep while a ghost necropath called Latecome watches the Caverns -- finds you while you're working out how to jump to Karkat's location. "Megido." She's never really picked up calling you by your adult name. "Hi," you reply absently. Where is he... oh right, Gathering Swarm. "Welcome to the club. I can see you're busy right now, but... We need to talk when you have time. There's some stuff I haven't told you." By the time you escape the -- admittedly very informative -- conversation, the rest of the terrifying ghost army has trashed at least two-thirds of the Gleeful Abandon. You just go ahead and trash the rest.

~~~~ ==> BE FUTURE SOLLUX Between hacking and your information network, you find out about the agreement to sell you out of the squadron almost as soon as it happens. The prospective buyer is higher-ranked, more conquest-focused. Fleet data indicates that he likes well-trained, integrated helmsmen. That MIGHT have been manageable, but the out of the squadron part isn't. You announce in the dropbox that you think it's time. KK throws a fit, but the out of the squadron part convinces him, too. You let Kanaya and disorderlyImpulse know transmissions on this end may be delayed for a while until you get used to ghost computing, and to hold off on routing anything to twinArmageddons until you inform them everything's transferred. It helps that disorderlyImpulse already knows about the ghost thing. Your closest friends are in the dropbox. Outside that... You consider leaving messages for Ananas, Cephal, maybe Pachex and the least odious of your techs. (Why do you have FRIENDS?) You decide against it. You'll stop by in person later. You DO leave time-delayed taunts for the captain and the more odious techs.

You initially plan on taking care of it yourself -- there are features specifically designed to keep helmsmen from offing themselves, but you sneer at their pathetic hardware constraints. But that COULD get someone else in trouble, and it might be someone you don't want to get in trouble, so you agree to let a ghost do it. Ghosts, as it turns out. AA drags you out of your body, and FF quickly and efficiently shuts down all your body's functions so no one can use it as a mindless battery. You blast the memory of biowire off your hands and feet, and avoid looking right at the body. "As long as you're at it, mind killing the helmscolumn?" You'd do it, but if you're anything like everyone else it'll be a while before you can affect the real world. "Dibs," KK says, and manifests a sickle. AA hugs you. You hug back. ~~~~ ==> BE FUTURE TAVROS Most of your colleagues from your Conscription days are gone. Even beyond the preferential treatment you get, you have a much smaller problem with some of the significant areas of chronic stress in lowbloods -- if your knees don't like the weight of your horns, you can fix them yourself with a wrench, and you added a back brace pretty early on.

But then you get sick. Really sick, and in the back of your mind where you're not too fevered to think you're pretty they're not going to spare the medicine for you. Lowbloods -- especially lowbloods your age -- don't get antibiotics. But you've built up a lot of goodwill, so you get Terezi informed before and not after, in time to visit, and you get an anesthetic overdose to make everything easy. You coalesce in the Mediculler bay to find Terezi must have passed the information on -- Aradia and Gamzee perched on the counter and Vriska pacing back and forth behind them. "Tav-bro!" Gamzee says enthusiastically. "Feeling better?" "Give him a minute," Aradia advises. "That infection did its best to fry his brain, and everyone's a little disoriented to start with." "I'm good," you say. "Infection?" "You got a cut on one of your stumps where you couldn't feel it and didn't know to treat it," Vriska says. You... guess that explains why she's here? You sit up, look at the body the medicullers are hauling away for disposal, and hastily look away. "How's Terezi?" Aradia shrugs. "Sad. Karkat's ghost stalking her." "I'm about to go join him," Vriska says, "but I need to apologize for finally killing you. I cannot BELIEVE I've now killed you how many sweeps later? Just, wow." She disappears without waiting for a response. Okay then. You stretch. Your head feels so light. Your legs feel so light. You feel like you could just float away. "...How long does it take to learn to ghost hover?" ~~~~

(==> BE FUTURE KARKAT) (You hit a lull in the Ghost Inner Circle's expansion, since Sollux checked out early. There are near misses with Terezi, plenty of them, since she no longer has to worry about endangering Tavros, but you eventually manage collectively to convince her that she should try to do for new conscripts what Sharpeye did for her, and having a few protégés settles her down.) (You master looking like you died at full growth, not as a young adult. You still revert under stress, but at least you don't spend much time looking like a pupa on stilts, VRISKA.)

~~~~~ ==> BE FUTURE NEPETA You honestly think you're going to die when you get poisoned by a young indigo pissed off that an aging midblood occupies the dashing seadweller first officer's red quadrant. But none of your quadrants are ready to let you go just yet, and you get the best care possible, and soon enough you feel fine. (And the poisoner is in inquisitorment, being led to frame 'poisoning a greenblood' as 'plotting against a seadweller'.) The medicullers don't tell you -- or your quadrants -- that it did damage to your blood pusher that probably won't ever heal completely. Tavros reads it off your chart over the mediculler's shoulder, and tells you later. He picked up a lot of mediculling knowledge while he was alive, and now it's even easier to snoop.

"What does it mean?" you ask. "This will get me eventually?" Tavros grimaces. "Unless something else does, I guess. But it could be sweeps, especially if you slow down a little..." You nod understanding, not agreement. "Don't tell Equius or Eridan, please." It IS sweeps. It might be longer if you took it easy, but -- no. And it's not like the endurance terrain runs you keep doing kill you RIGHT AWAY. They're just fine until the one that isn't. You just power along the track, pass a few young ceruleans who could really be in better shape, and then suddenly you feel dizzy, and go to your knees, and everything fades out. Well, shit. That's... annoying. You fade back in looking at Aradia, with Tavros just behind her, looking anxious. "See, I told you," Aradia says. "She's fine. She just didn't turn up right away since -- I'm assuming -- she wasn't very upset about it." "A little annoyed, maybe," you say, looking around. Still on the track. Your body is still lying where it fell. You really did just drop dead. "Pawsibly a little embarrassed." "No, it's kind of nice we've at least got one person with a natural death." "Except this was probably because of the poisoning, ultimately," Tavros puts in. "That was sweeps ago, it doesn't count." You go see Equius and Eridan, to say -- not goodbye, but hello from the other side. Eridan will be okay. He's moved on before. Equius... is harder. "I'm not telling you to find someone new," you say. "I'm not saying goodbye. But I'm not going to let you turn into Corpsepap, either." "It -- is not the same. We all--" You're all more heavily involved with the dead than is normal. Or -- from this side -- with the living. "That's true. But it's not going to be the same, and we need to -- we need to come to terms with that. Both of us. EACH of us."

He agrees, but he still doesn't take it WELL that you'll be gone for a while. That you want to be gone for a while. So you break down and tell him. "I'm going to go back to Alternia and run around in the mountains the whole time. I am *so tired of spaceships*." He doesn't try to argue with that. ~~~~ (==> BE FUTURE VRISKA) (Rainbow drinkers live longer, so Terezi is next, and unfortunately she KNOWS it. She's PLANNING it practically.) ("I am not," she says when you call her on it. "I just... don't see myself going from heart failure. Nepeta wasn't very happy with the outcome, you know? And I don't want to end up there too.")

("How is that not planning?") (Karkat is making a point of Not Being Pushy for some weird Karkat reason, and everyone else is not sufficiently anti-death, so YOU AND TAVROS have to form the Make Terezi Live To Retirement Team. It's sort of awkward, even after all this time, but you're both motivated to stay on task and get stuff done. Together you head off or mitigate all sorts of risk-taking behavior!) ("I can't BELIEVE that YOU TWO are in CAHOOTS," Terezi complains.) ("Shut up and put your gorget on.") ~~~~ ==> BE FUTURE EQUIUS You do not die in a predictable mishap involving Gathay, a robot, and a disintegration ray, despite several close calls. (You aren't sure Gathay's robots have ever killed anyone, actually. You've never heard of any cases, however unlikely it seems that she could avoid it.)

You don't die when your moirail dies, even though you sort of want to for a while. She wants you to keep going. You can be strong a while longer. You don't die when a senior archeradicator brings in his subdued, two-sweeps-past-Conscription teal "matesprit" for robotic feet and doesn't even pretend he wasn't what happened to the originals. "Now that she's learned about RUNNING," he smirks, and you VERY BADLY want to be VIOLENTLY insubordinate. Instead you alert the terrifying ghost army. After some discussion they finesse a transfer to First Officer Deepfall's ship. Eridan has the... FUCKER detained for conduct unbecoming an officer and orders him questioned. Inquisitormentor Burnteye maneuvers him into expressing resentment of Deepfall, and then suddenly he's the insubordinate one. He gets demoted and sent packing out of the squadron; his EX-matesprit gets sent to admin training. It's immensely satisfying. No, you die in an ALIEN PLAGUE. Initially a reconnaissance ship is blamed, but it turns out to have come in on a courier vessel from another squadron. The plague tears through the lowbloods -- it incubates asymptomatically for a week or more, and then in the space of a night the victim is drowning on the fluid in their lungs. The death rate is almost thirty percent WITH TREATMENT. Without treatment, it's over fifty. One ship loses its helmsman. It stops dead after teals, though. No one knows why, but highbloods breathe a sigh of relief and try to go about their business, watching the plague with dismay but also making fun on the Ruthless Regulation's stringent universal isolation procedures. It turns out highbloods have a LONGER asymptomatic incubation period, after which their lungs more or less LIQUEFY. The death rate is sixty percent with treatment, and treatment has to start immediately. Without treatment, it comes close to ninety. (For landdwellers, that is. Seadwellers can ride it out by going underwater and staying there until there's an opportunity to reconstruct their lungs.) You know the odds aren't good, so you aren't surprised to wake up to Vriska and Feferi floating over your desk and sitting on your ceiling, respectively, both looking as clear and solid as Aradia when she puts effort into it. You glance back at your body. "Well." "Welcome to the Terrifying Ghost Army!" Feferi says. "Sadly at the moment we're a little overwhelmed by terrified ghost plague victims, it's completely out of hand. But it'll take you a while to get control enough to be helpful, so I could take you back to Alternia for now. Meet up with Nepeta." And you feel guilty about it, but-- "Yes, I would like that, if you can spare the time." You pause. "Terezi? And Eridan?" "The legislacerator quarantines were effective, seems like, so Terezi's fine. Eridan doesn't know if he's infected, but he's moved underwater in case he is, and he is NOT happy about it." Vriska barely snickers at her own words, though, so you know they're taking the situation seriously. ~~~~~ ==> BE FUTURE TEREZI Everything's a mess after the alien plague is finally eliminated, and personnel get sent every which where in an attempt to fill some of the emptied critical positions. The squadron gets put back on Conscription duty ahead of when rotation would call for it, but throwing in COMPLETELY UNTRAINED highbloods is not, unsurprisingly, terribly helpful. It would make a lot more sense to break up all the plague-afflicted squadrons (how many squadrons is classified information, but the ghost army confirmed it was EIGHT) and consolidate them into fewer squadrons, but this is more useful to you, so.

Over your protests, you get put in charge of crew assignments on the Gathering Swarm. You resolve to come down like a meteor on any murder-recon-like situation, keep a close eye out for any illegal trade, and manipulate the assigned teams to encourage highbloods to play nicely with others. You keep it up for a good few sweeps, too, and you need your swordcane to LEAN on by the time a brownblood grieving a culled matesprit decides an elderly teal administrator is the most PRACTICAL revenge target available. "I thought you were smarter than this, Serfin," you inform him. "No, you -- I don't know why you're even BOTHERING to hide the body, I'm going to be missed regardless, but if for some reason you MUST don't hide it THERE. Do you ever even talk to maintenance people?" Tavros shows up while your body is still only halfway in the air duct. "Aradia said-- What happened?" You throw an arm around his shoulders. (It feels a little strange, you hadn't quite hit full growth before he died.) "Generalized rage happened, I think." "...The air duct, really?" "Not exactly a criminal mastermind, is he." "...Looks like he broke the screws on the grate, too, he's never going to get that back on." ~~~~~ (==> BE FUTURE GAMZEE) (After the plague, you really start networking with other squadrons. You're one of the people on the... goodwill tour? Well, anyway, you go around between squadrons, talking to other ghosts and necropaths and occasionally other people if it's called for, and distributing ghost music players and palmhusks which hardly ever bite anymore.)

(You always find time to stop by whatever subjugglator ships there are and talk to the ghosts, in case they need help. You never PLAN to do anything more than that, but somehow you always end up delivering at least one ghost smackdown to a living subjugglator.) (When you get back Karkat tells you you've become an urban legend: a phantom who protects people menaced by highbloods and curbs the power of the subjugglator cult. People haven't really settled on a name, but since you hardly ever try to look like a full adult, a lot of them say The Small Highblood.) (You think that's pretty cool, but decide to bring your guitar to future interventions so you're associated with music, too.) ~~~~~ ==> BE FUTURE KANAYA As a rainbow drinker converted young, you may live a very, very, very long time. At one point you almost decide to die out of sheer BOREDOM. You love the caverns, you do, you LOVE the Mother Grub you hatched yourself, your friends never neglect you, but still, after so long... Then you realize you have a certain amount of authority at this point and assign yourself to go survey the virgin mother grub population. Much better. With some variety, you can stick it out much longer. As an Attender (you turned down Altadona when they offered it) you're not in a position to directly change culling policy, but you can make suggestions, so you always make sure to have current contacts in grub handling. So you hear things pretty quickly. And... not yet. ~~~~~

==> BE FUTURE ERIDAN Nepeta shows up while you are supervising the re-enameling of your new command block. "Aradia said they'd given you a purroper ship this time," she says, looking around. You do not roll your eyes st her where anyone can see, but do head to your personal blockset as soon as you can get away with it. "Good to see you -- is something going on?" She nods. "I just came from Alternia--" "Is it Kan?" you ask, feeling your vascular system seize for a moment. It doesn't really make any difference, but you don't want to be the only one alive. "No, no, she's fine. No, it's -- an heiress made it through the Trials." Your blockset should be clear of surveillance, but you still don't say anything beyond "Oh." A lot of hypotheticals may be about to become actuals. "I'm mostly sure I didn't say anything about being bored that could've tempted fate," you say, more to the ceiling than to Nepeta. She laughs anyway. ~~~~~ (==> BE FUTURE FEFERI) (You wave to your lusus, who seems a little nonplussed by your presence but not hostile, and ghost-swim down to the hive rising from the sea floor. Karkat follows basically ghost flying.) (The Heiress is two sweeps old and is playing with a box of colored sand, swirling her fingers through to make patterns. You crouch down beside her and make sure you're visible. "Hi there.") (She looks at you with big eyes. "Hello?") ("Your name is Pelagi, right?") (She nods.) ("I'm Feferi! And this is Karkat, and I hope we can be your friends.") (You've got a lot to tell her.)

#necropath au #other fic #seriously tumblr since when are you the paragraph police #I'm not kidding so many characters die

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species-swap · 7 years

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You thought you were finally going to see what the rest of the crew was up to, didn’t you? Wanted to get in on some sweet ship shenanigans? (Not that kind of ship. Well, maybe some of that kind of ship? Who knows! Not you, since you’re not seeing into that window.)

That’s just too bad. Kind of a shame, really, considering how much time you’ve put into reading this thing. But the author got bored, so I guess that’s it. Them’s the breaks! Time to put aside this au, and get back to waiting for Hiveswap to come out.

...Oh, alright. A quick recap for the road.

Species Swap began on November 19th, 2013, the birthday of no one in particular. One day prior, a Cascade of events occurred, culminating in a group of humans and trolls blasting off on a meteor that would soon pass through dream bubbles containing relatives of the trolls, later named “dancestors”.

While the beta trolls took this time to meet their dancestors (and the humans got to know trolls from both sides of the dancestry), a fuschiablood named Roxy was also just exploring the dreambubbles for the first time. We learned through her conversation with John that the beta trolls lived under the tyrannical rule of the Empress, a fuschiablood who made life difficult for mutantblood Dave, fuschiablood Rose, and limeblood Jade. While they had lusii thanks to the actions of their rebel ancestors, they were forced to live in secret, hide their blood colour, and in Rose’s case, surgically remove her fins. John, as an indigoblood, was safe.

John talked to Kanaya and Sollux briefly, who mentioned having seen one of the dead humans wandering the dream bubbles. Meanwhile, Roxy talked to Dave, further alluding to her ancestor’s role in her homeworld. She also mentioned the cherub she was looking for, whose role is exactly the same in this au for reasons that are mainly a lack of foresight and imagination.

Rose and Dirk met, and we learned that Rose’s alternate self served as a benevolent ruler to the alphas, letting mutantbloods Dirk and Jane walk freely, as well as Roxy despite her fuschiablood status and competition for the throne. In addition, hereditary symbols were mainly... symbolic, and many trolls picked something different for every day clothing.

Dirk also explained how Roxy’s alternate self, the Sufferer, came to be discovered as a grub by rebel trolls (as well as Jane’s alternate self, later known as the Picaroon, a rebel privateer who brought many of the Empress’s allies to ruin). The Sufferer began to remember her past life, and spread a message of hope for a world free of the Empress’s tyranny. She made her presence known by way of a symbol drawn in the dirt, which would become a symbol of the resistance after her death, and Rose’s symbol.

Dirk didn’t explain his alternate self’s role, but we’re going to mention that anyway: The Summoner was born hundreds of sweeps later, around the same time as Jake’s alternate self, later known as the Champion. These two were figureheads in the rebellion, the Champion leading the battle, with the Summoner and his army of psychically controlled lusii at his side. The rebellion was, of course, crushed, the Summoner’s powers turned against them by way of cerulean manipulation, forcing the Champion to kill his former lover.

And then the Empress exiled all adult trolls to space yadda yadda you get the picture. Anyway.

Roxy found a door, had a somewhat meta conversation with Dave, who let her in through said door. Roxy found her shellphone, and we learned that her friend Jane was thoroughly sick and tired of Dirk and Jake’s drama. Probably fed up enough to agree to a certain human’s reckless plans...

Roxy encountered Jake and his travelling Adventure Trophy stand. (It had probably gotten a lot of mileage due to Jake’s efforts to avoid Dirk. Jake. Talk to him. Use your words.)

We took a break from following Roxy to check up on the yellow ship! Wait, no we didn’t. Oh well, not that much happened, really. Jade, Karkat, and Aradiabot were stuck on a ship with a bunch of consorts... kind of a ridiculous number of consorts, really. That’s enough consorts to fill 12 planets. Far too many.

Also later Jade and Karkat dated for a bit? Then they broke up. Sure is awkward being stuck on a ship with just your ex, a robot, and a shitton of consorts. Consort is starting to not look like a word anymore. Consort, consort, consort.... (Don’t worry too much, they make up later. Eventually.)

Back to Openbound. Hussie bribed Dave with Mindfang’s Journal to let him steal Roxy’s lusus, despite Mindfang not being a character in this au and Hussie not being the author of this story. Oh and John made a bad joke.

Is that about it?

I guess we kind of skipped over a lot in the beginning. Who’s god tier in this au? How did Jade, Karkat, and Aradiabot get on the ship? Where are all the other humans, there is a distinctly skewed proportion of trolls to humans for reasons which are only partially because the trolls humans had such weird original sprites.

Let’s make this quick.

Rose, John, Dave, and Jade play the game which we’ll still call SGRUB. John and Dave go godtier, mostly because those were the outfits their sprites were in when I started this. Bec Noir destroys the door to earth, John, Dave, and Rose escape into the meteor, and Bec (normal Bec) teleports Jade down to earth.

Jade stumbles on Nepeta’s home, stops Bec from tormenting Nepeta’s cat, and borrows a computer to contact her friends--who’ve started trolling the humans. Bec prototypes himself before Jade and Nepeta enter the medium (and Jade later double prototypes her stuffed dreamself with Becsprite. Why were you carrying that in your inventory, Jade. Gross.)

The humans still do a lot of killing prompted by Doc Scratch’s manipulation, some more accidental than others. Terezi, distressed by having killed Vriska and rapidly losing faith in her ability as a Seer, goes on a suicide mission to destroy the Green Sun. Kanaya goes after her. They go god tier. Gamzee is there? Fuckin clowns. God help us, he legitimately goes god tier.

Jade goes dog tier I mean god tier on Kanaya’s quest bed. She teleports to a dying Karkat and kisses him awake into his dreamself on the battlefield, then teleports herself and Aradiabot to join him, where they grab a shitton of planets and head window-ward.

Kanaya, Terezi, and Gamzee meet up with the meteor crew and a half-dead Sollux, and they blast off. Not gonna lie, most of these grouping decisions were made on the editablility of their sprites. And we never even got to see Terezi or Gamzee. Oh well.

FIN

...Alpha humans? Nah. We’re not finishing Species Swap with those guys as protags, god, can you even imagine? No, don’t even try. We’re done here.

==> Start over?

#the recap that no one asked for but im done w this project so here's the rest of what i'd worked on #homestuck #species swap #story

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In The End

Summary: Aranea finally makes her return. Too bad it’s already over. Meenah/Aranea. Notes at the bottom

Aranea suddenly popped back into existence.

What happened? She had just come back to life, she had been ready to scuttle the session, she had been fighting the Condesce, she had-

Oh. Right.

She looked at her hands. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, really, but Aranea could see that she wasn’t completely there. She closed her eyes and sighed.

She was dead. Again. Because she failed. Again. She had the opportunity to save the session like she had planned and yet-

No. There was no use dwelling on it. Stay in control.

Aranea slowly opened her eyes and gave her surroundings a clear look for the first time. She was in the dream bubbles, and yet something dramatic had clearly happened to alter the landscape dramatically. There was little left, chunks of rock were floating through the void aimlessly, with no clear direction of up and down. Aranea realized that she wasn’t even standing on anything, just floating in the desolation of paradox space. Cautiously, she began to fly through the wreckage, looking for something, anything, that was familiar.

She drifted through the abyss, casually dodging debris, for what seemed like hours. The vast emptiness of the expanse began to feel suffocating. Aranea was starting to get desperate. There had to be something. A memory, a fellow ghost, hell, she’d enjoy the company of imps at this point. To be trapped in this desolate universe alone would be too much to bear.

Just as Aranea’s anxieties were reaching a fever pitch, she thought she saw a figure in the distance. They were so small and far that Aranea was sure she was seeing things, but the closer she flew towards the unknown silhouette, the more it became clear: there was someone else in the void!

Aranea was nearly overwhelmed with excitement as she quickly shot through the expanse to meet her fellow. Whoever it was, troll or human, alive or dead, dreaming or awake, it was someone, and that was all that mattered right now. Maybe they knew a way out! Maybe they knew a way back to life! Maybe they would just listen to her stories! Anything would be better than-

Wait. Aranea came to a quick stop as she suddenly saw the figure more clearly. They were a troll, what with their very-familiar set of horns. They were sitting down on a larger chuck of shattered pink moon, wearing black pants with a simple black t-shirt. They were looking away from Aranea, and that gave her a clear view of their long braids flowing out the back of an otherwise very short haircut.

Son of a fish.

Meenah was the absolute last person in all of paradox space Aranea wanted to talk to. She would rather fight Lord English alone than have to deal with her former friend right now, especially after everything Aranea had pulled before. Aranea’s mind raced as she considered her options, and quickly came to the conclusion that she really only had two. She could bolt and avoid whatever retribution that Meenah undoubtedly had in mind. She’d likely be alone forever, adrift in an endless wasteland in perpetuity, but at least she wouldn’t have to deal with the fallout of what she had done, and that was certainly appealing. The other choice, of course, was to suck it up and try to explain herself to Meenah, which, depending on the fuchsia-blood’s mood, might be extraordinarily difficult.

Aranea floated in place for a long time before she closed her eyes and nodded to herself. She knew she couldn’t bear the loneliness, which left just one option. She was confident she could talk her way back into Meenah’s good graces, no matter how temperamental the heiress could get. It might be tricky, of course, but if there was one thing Aranea excelled at, if was convincing people. In the back of her mind she worried that Meenah would attack her immediately, or worse, just reject her outright, but she pushed it away. Stay in control.

She flew, slowly, so as not to be surprising, towards the hunk of rock on which Meenah had been sitting. Just as she was about to open with what she had prepared to say…

“Fin-ally decided to show up, huh?”

Aranea almost fell out of the air. That was not the response she had been expecting at all. And how did she know? Aranea was sure she’d been quiet on approach. Maybe Meenah had seen her approach? Did she have a psychic ability she’d never displayed before? Was there-

“Ya know, normally I’d think ya were ignorin’ me, but maybe ya just learned to clam up while ya was alive again.”

Aranea shook her head. She had her plan, and she had to stick to it. This new development was not a bad thing. Good, even. She could still make this work. Stay in control. She took a deep breath.

“Meenah. It’s good to sea you again.” Aranea emphasized, hoping Meenah would catch on.

Slowly, the Thief of Life turned to face Aranea, before they finally looked at each other face-to-face for the first time in a very long while. Meenah was still dead, of course, but her featureless eyes almost seemed to gleam as she stared at the cerulean-blood. Her razor-sharp teeth were smiling as ever.

“Fish puns, eh? Ya always knew how to push my buttons, Serket.” Aranea smiled back. It was working! Maybe there was hope things could return to normal after all!

Meenah suddenly dropped her smile, though, as she moved to stand from her seated position. As she stretched her long, lanky arms, she added, “Too bad ya couldn’ta been assed to kelp us out when we needed ya.”

Aranea frowned. Another wrench in the plan. “I assure you, dear, that I only just got back here myself. I assume that some technicality regarding the Ring of Life, combined with my God Tier status and the odd nature of time in the furthest ring, prevented me from returning in a timely manner.”

Meenah’s eyes narrowed. “Ya never shoulda left in the first plaice.”

Aranea would not be intimidated. “I did what was necessary. The session had to be scuttled to be saved, and I was the only one who could have done it.”

Meenah scoffed. “An’ that worked out so well for ya, didn’t it? If it weren’t for Pyrope Jr. and little buoy blue, yer little adventure woulda ruined it for everybody!”

“Well, at least I tried something! You all were content with throwing yourselves away against English, who we know we couldn’t beat! I tried to stop him before he could ever even start!”

“An’ ya couldn’t do it ‘cause ya tried to do it all yerself!” Meenah spread her arms. “Ya know where we are? This is what’s left a’ the furthest ring after we all blew that green sucka to bits!”

Aranea’s eyes widened. “You… how… you didn’t…”

“We did. I dunno all the details, reel-ly, but Vriska got that juju she wanted, launched it at that muscly prick, and before I knew it everthin’ was gone.”

Aranea tried to stammer a response, but nothing coherent would come out. Had it all been for nothing? Had she only ended up making things worse?

Meenah had fallen silent, but continued to glare at Aranea, teeth clenched and fists clenched. Then, all at once, she seemed to soften as her body sagged.

“How could ya leave me? I thought we were friends. I thought we were…more than friends.”

Meenah sank back down to a sitting position with a heavy sigh.

Aranea had been prepared for a lot, but not for this. Her mind was furiously spinning, trying to find a way to help calm herself down and explain herself to Meenah. It was difficult to keep it all together.

Stay in control.

Aranea slowly glided to the rock and gently floated down next to Meenah, who seemed lost in thought.

“Meenah, it’s not you.” Meenah seemed to shift her head slightly. “I promise it was never, ever you.”

“We were stuck, so long, in that awful session. And then we were stuck even longer in the dream bubbles. And everything we ever did, everything, was influenced by that awful monster. We weren’t important; we were just stepping stones to some goal of someone who couldn’t care less about us.”

Meenah had turned to face Aranea now. The Sylph of Light could not pierce the neutral expression worn by her friend.

“And I thought that, maybe, if I took extreme steps of my own, I could carve out something for me, to take control, because… because I just wanted…”

Aranea closed her eyes. She was near her breaking point, she had to stop, to slow down, to run, she couldn’t fall apart. Stay in control. Stay in control. Stay in…

She felt tears begin to fall down her face. “I just wanted to matter. I just wanted to mean something to the world. To make some kind of difference. And I couldn’t.” Aranea shut her eyes tighter as her tears began to flow even more freely. Look at her. A failure in every sense, reduced to nothing in the middle of the void. What could she possibly mean to anyone? How could she possibly be worthy of anything Aranea hung her head in shame.

Then she felt a pressure on her cheek, wiping away her tears. A second pressure on the other side of her face, and she felt her head being gently tilted up. She slowly opened her eyes.

Meenah was smiling. Not a sarcastic smirk like she wore before and not smarmy grin like she’d had many times in the past. It was a soft smile, so unlike Meenah, and it was directed right at Aranea. She was holding Aranea’s face in her hands, stroking her cheeks with careful fingers that brushed aside tears.

“Aranea, ya big lunk.” Meenah sniffed, and a tear ran down her face, too. “Ya do matter. Ya matter to me more’n I think I could possibly ever tell ya.”

Aranea felt her face get hot, and her eyes welled up all over again.

“When yer tellin’ yer stories, or teachin’ me random stuff, or yer goin’ on some silly adventure wit’ me, you do mean somethin’ to me. Shell, I’d be dead way sooner’n I already am if ya hadn’ta drag my ass to that cocoon.”

Meenah began to tremble slightly as she held Aranea. Aranea felt herself begin to tremor as well.

“Ya didn’t need to be a leader, or a savior or anythin’ like that. All ya hadda be was you, nobody else. Ya matter just the way ya are, Aranea, an’ don’t ever yerself ya don’t.”

Aranea was overcome. Tears were streaming down both of their faces. Aranea reached out to Meenah, to hold her, to feel her, to tell her she was sorry, to tell her that she loved her, to take in everything about her. Taking Meenah’s face into her own hands, Aranea brought her as close to herself as she could and kissed her. Meenah wrapped her arms around the sylph’s body to bring her even closer, and pulled her in as tight as she could. The embrace was held by the two for what felt like forever, because neither of them wanted to stop holding each other, to stop being together, to stop being one.

Eventually, the two slowly pulled apart, never breaking eye contact as they did. Meenah leaned contentedly into the hand that still tenderly held her head, as Aranea took one of Meenah’s hands in her own.

“Meenah, I’m sorry.”

“Ya don’t gotta…”

“I’m sorry that for so long I missed what I never realized I’d had right next to me. I just hope that…”

“Yeah?”

“For as long as this lasts, whatever we do in the future, I just hope I can stay by your side.”

Meenah took Aranea’s hand and squeezed it tightly.

“Till the end, Aranea.”

Aranea smiled again as she leaned into Meenah once more. Meenah accepted her advance again as they held each other as close as they could.

The two sat on the rock in the limitless emptiness of paradox space.

Together, forever, at last.

Notes: Man, I let this one get away from me. I think it turned out for the better though. Meenah’s as fun to write as ever, and it was nice to give some weight to her words. Aranea is so complex a character, I really hope I did her the justice she deserves. Inspired by the wonderful headcanons of the wonderful @millenianthemums

#homestuck #aranea serket #meenah peixes #les8ifins #fanfiction #heinous fics

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