#And also that Baby Strider is doing well

[loving-family-poll]

Ultimate Incest Tournament - Round 3

The Locked Tomb fanart provided by @lezbijski thank you!

Propaganda under the cut:

Coronabeth/Ianthe:

They are everything. Fucked up codependent flesh-bending murderous twincest sisters

When you have to cry yourself to sleep every night because your twin sister didn't eat your soul, something incesty is definitely happening

no one is doing it like them. what if I loved you so much I wanted you to eat me and you loved me so much you refused to do so. what if the only threat I had against you was my own death. what if we had only spent three nights apart in our lives. what if I spent my whole existence covering for your lack; what if everyone assumed I was the one who was lacking. what if we were sisters. also what if someone said it wasn't surprising that people thought I was your boyfriend. they r winning at twincest AND gender AND godhood AND codependency

This entire section [Corona - Crown; Ianthe - The Prince] where Ianthe is possessing their dead servant's body and controlling a corpse army: "Crown threw herself out of her chair and went down on her knees in front of the Prince—wrapped her arms around the Prince’s legs and put her cheek on the dead right thigh. The Prince reached out and tangled one hand in her bright, springy curls, and sighed a cold, dead, defeated sigh. When Crown spoke her voice was low and tender, the lowest and tenderest voice Nona had ever heard: “Baby, it sounds awful.” “Corona, it’s death.” “So stick it. Stick all this and come home with me … throw this all in and come to me.” [...] “But we’re closer to the goal than ever before.” “Of course we are, you perfect genius,” said Crown, lovingly, and she took the dead gloved fingers, and she kissed them. Every single dead soldier’s fingers twitched..."

Dave/Rose:

Daverose blondetwin sweep because they were codependent without ever meeting from growing up seeing each other in their dreams

What does it mean to be an abused teenage boy growing up alone and seeing a girl in your dreams every night who is also your best friend. and when you finally meet her you go on a suicide mission together even though nobody was asking you to die with her. and then you are the only two human beings left in the recognizable universe on a cold meteor surrounded by aliens but you’re glad it’s with her. and when you finally touch the girl from your childhood dreams she looks exactly like you. because she’s your sister

I don't have words for how good these snarky assholes are together. DaveRose is brain chemistry changing. They both put up so many fronts, and engage in so much snarky wordplay, and are constantly trying to get under each other's facade. They play off each other so well, witty and sharp, I need them to be together always

We all die & we all die alone are the two cold truths of the universe but dave and rose broke both simultaneously by ascending to godhood together

Their twincest wins because it is just so confusingly tragic? profound? dave leaving rose behind in a doomed world, dave following her to the bomb. they are both so closed & cut off & curt its hard to imagine the depth of these things. but that is their love language: giving up their lives for each other over and over, in a confusing and fumbling and heartfelt love song. i can’t say i love you but i know we’ll die together anyway. because we’re made of the exact same stuff. i’ll find you again at the last moment. that’s love.

THEY DIED TOGETHER, YOUR HONOR

Confirmed canon by the author, (something happened) between them. Parallels of dying by each other's sides in EVERY timeline. They are THE womb-to-tomb. There is nothing platonic about winking at your brother while talking about crushes, that shit is incestuous. Seer/Knight archetype. They will die protecting each other.

do you realize love someone if you don’t follow them on a suicide mission into the gaping maw of a literal fucking sun after they knock you out and psychoanalyze you in your dreams? the blueprint of the “ethereal androgynous blonde boygirl twins” trope. witch/knight dynamics. they find each other to die together in every timeline no matter what (but they’re still emotionally constipated teenagers who bicker and make fun of each other in pesterchum). kids with grown-up powers. perfect little freaks of nature. what if we looked exactly like each other’s eyes

#tournament polls #tumblr polls #incest poll #round 3 #the locked tomb #tridentariicest #daverose #homestuck #tw incest

[bluescribble]

(kinda a long post)

JOHN : He's the kid who has lived the most "normal" life out of all the beta kids. I like to think he looks like a relatively average boy, and that his dad took good care of his son. I'm willing to bet Dadbert only bought him clothes that fit him well, so he nevers looks frumpy or whatever, but he doesn't look fancy. He isn't too thin or big, although maybe he has bit of baby chub here and there (he's still growing up :P) but overall he's healthy. I like to think he looks like a more masculine Jane Crocker, so he has Jake's features but looks softer ? you get what i mean. I also like to think he has thinner and straighter eyebrows, just to get that "innocent" hero look.

ROSE : To be quite honest I think people should point out how similar she's to Dirk sometimes. Like, I think she inherited his"vanity" to keep up appearances, esp about his hair. I like to imagine she keeps extra care of it, but doesn't quite know how to. I doubt she'd ask her mom how to do it, so her bangs become all dry and stringy in an attempt to have them pefect. I gave her lots of volume cuz I think it makes her look dramatic tbh. She looks masculine in the sense that I think she might have a little more muscle definition than Dave. I'm not talking body builder but like, you know how some people look a bit toned without doing anything ? That's that. Her face is more angled, her eyebrows are a little more filled in (like alpha Strider) but her sprite still shows she kept those enigmatic Lalonde eyes. Though I'd still like an aloof Rose Lalonde lol. She looks healthy enough, but not as she should be I think. Also she looks like an octopus.

DAVE : Same thing, I prefer to compare him to Roxy. Out of all the betas in my head he looks very soft. I don't personally draw his hair all rough like John's, for him it's more soft strokes and the like, to give the same impression as Roxy's little twirl thingy in her hair. His eyebrows are a little rounded too, not straight like Egbert's but definitely less harsh. As seen by Hussie's sketch of the Striders without glasses, he has big ol' eyes. So I'd imagine he has a more sultry shape than Rose. He's got a bit of a baby face. He's very skinny though, since Bro doesn't feed him properly. Physical activity + no food = bad tbh.

JADE : In terms of looks, she looks so bubbly. I haven't drawn all the alphas yet but I think she'd have Jake's "wonder" aura or wtv and Jane's big lashes, which gives her large anime eyes haha. She just has so much energy and wit. I tried to make her face look like Jane but with Jake's more "masculine" face shape, as in square. English just gave the "slightly square face shape" gene to his ecto-family lmao. So I tried to round the edges of her face abit, but it distinctly looks a little square. She probably has straight-ish eyebrows, but with a stern look overall ? Jane's skepticism about stuff comes to mind with that. Also I wanted to give the effect that if you shortened her hair she'd look like Jane and Jake at the same time (I haven't drawn the alphas ik but shh). She's probably healthy enough, I mean she has all the veggies and game she needs on her islands, and gadjets and whatnot. She might look the most normal with John, but her upbringing is left to be desired :(

i don't believe in artstyles personally, but that's what comes to mind usually

#vehomestuck #beta kids #john egbert #rose lalonde #dave strider #jade harley #how id draw them kids

[jaxinvasion]

Hey Jax do you think June and Dave would have a friendship fallout after SBURB?

hey hermit!! sure is surprise to see you here!!

to put it simply, i don't think so. i'd be surprised if that happened given how close the two are, haha. but! im interested in hearing where the thought comes from… tell me more!

for now, i guess i’ll give my general thoughts on pepsicola under the cut.

if you know me i probably seem like the #1 pepsicola hater but its not really true. im just an unfortunate victim of missing their romantic moments and letting fanon pepsicola take its place in my brain. and god. do i hate fanon.

see, my problem with fanon pepsicola, in addition to essentially being the proto-davekat as well as yaoi (if no june), is that it really throws a wrench in the two parties’ dynamic. like, i remember hitting up a friend one day and being like. “DUDE. I JUST REALIZED. PEPSICOLA WORKS IF. THEIR DYNAMIC DOESNT CHANGE.” to which he responded with “you thought it changed??”

fanon pepsicola in my eyes is far too romantic. (it also has a problem of being a little too focused on dave’s perspective. which i dislike. cuz that’s all everyone does- focus on the strider perspective.) and i dont want to rant too much about how june is so aro or ace or gray or etc in my head but like all june ships it plays a huge factor. (maybe i could make a post about it if anybody is interested?)

i don’t have much to say on dave’s perspective, so i’ll focus on june’s. i feel like while she wouldnt be AVERSE to a relationship with dave, it would just catch her way off guard. but she’d be down!! but once they enter a relationship, i can see things changing. remember the exchange between jane and jake along the lines of the following?

GG: Who CARES anymore. Go have some babies!!

GT: Woah!! Jane the decision to sire children with ones best bro is not to be taken lightly.

i feel like this is how june would approach a relationship with dave. she’d take it way too seriously and overthink it! i can see her doing both and kinda making things awkward? it’d change their relationship and i don’t think dave would rock with it ngl. he could deal with it for a little, but eventually i think he’d break it off. so sad!

…but i dont like to think that’d be the end of it. june and dave are super close, and i’d be surprised if they stopped being friends. ideally? they’d actually talk it out. it’d be a really tough thing for june to actually acknowledge her emotions and how she treats her friends, but it’d help a lot.

annd… yeah those are my thoughts on pepsicola. im a lot more fond of it as m/f, but that’s just cuz i dislike men. thanks again for your ask, hermit!!!

#homestuck #john egbert #june egbert #pepsicola #dave strider #asks for jax #my meta

[jestinggenesis]

alright, bro strider analysis 2

I feel like it should be known that we are given a general age of bro, which definitely can make some of his more questionable actions make a bit more sense. Dave says that bro was "strutting around with that puppet in the 80s," meaning that after doing the math, bro was anywhere between 7 and 16 when he found dave. he was a child, he had no right to raise dave. but his weird guardian instincts, as well as some influence from cal, made him do it. Bro was also not that well off when compared to the other guardians. everyone else had houses when all bro had was an apartment. on top of having to raise a child before reaching age 20, bro's only way of knowing how to live was cal, quite possibly the most vile concoction of personalities out there. then on to cal. like I said in my first post, bro did protect the kids and their session from Jack, but he definitely had ulterior motives at times to cause the scratch, he was likely just prolonging it at some points. that knowledge was likely given to him through cal, there is no way cal was a good influence on bro. Bro also takes serious interest in his smuppets and the like. He very likely could feel shame in this, constantly telling dave that it's "ironic." and Bro's statement that plushrumps rakes in billions is probably more where his "irony" lies. bro also keeps track of his brothers endeavors with SBaHJ, having the page saved, having a funny face on the fridge, and referencing in a note.

it's clear that some aspects of bro's character are built off that weird Muppet babies smut guy with the puppets and saw and shit, but that's not as fun. idk how to end this, I might make another if I feel the urge

#homestuck #bro strider

[moonstrider9904]

Serenno

Chapter 2 of Moonwalker: The Flame

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Summary: As Sarah keeps trying to avoid Hunter and the others, a mission on Serenno brings notions into the air that will move the squad forward and makes Hunter aware of feelings brewing between Sarah and Tech.

Tags/Warnings: Mature. Allusions to polyamory. Angst, canon-typical violence, description of wounds.

Word count: 7.7k

Songs: Nocturne

A/N: This chapter is well over a year late and it makes me so happy to finally post this baby. I hope y'all enjoy some angst.

The sound of the training bolt echoing around the walls of the landing bay faded as Sarah stood still, remaining in firing position with her hereditary rifle in her hands. On rare times when she was alone, she’d sneak off and train with it in the landing bay, the one place she could be alone under the condition she never used live fire.

She figured she could make that shot a tad more perfect and, gazing down the scope and aiming directly at the tiny reflector disk she’d stuck to one of the walls, she fired again. The training bolt hit it better than it had last time, and the bolt bounced once, twice, and then a third time before finally hitting the ground.

When it did, the unwanted memory of the first time she saw Crosshair doing that invaded her mind—the audible smirk in his voice, the way her knees shook at how good he was with his rifle, the way she smiled at his cockiness and at how he was obviously pleased to have finally impressed her.

With a heavy sigh, Sarah lowered the Firepuncher and returned to the present. She walked over to the barrel she’d placed a few feet to her right where the holo image of Tech’s calculations rested. It seemed she’d finally gotten the angles right, but it was only a calculation made for three disks. For some reason, Sarah never saw herself using as many disks as Crosshair would, not by a long shot.

Then, in an abrupt rapture of the silence that surrounded her, her comm began to beep.

“Come in,” she answered, hesitant.

“Sarah, you are needed at the cantina,” Tech’s voice came from the other end.

“Why?”

A brief rustling came from the comm, a sign that it was being shifted from possession, and then Wrecker’s voice came in.

“We need you to convince Hunter to do something,” he said, his tone somewhat shy.

“What makes you think I can do that?” Sarah rolled her eyes as she reached for the holo-image and began to pack her things up. “I’m on my way, but I can’t promise anything.”

“If you coerce him, he just might do it,” Tech answered. “I predict he will be left vulnerable against your big eyes.”

“And your hips,” Wrecker cut in. “Maybe do that thing where you squeeze your arms at the sides of your chest and it makes your tits—”

“Please tell me Omega can’t hear you,” Sarah interrupted.

“She cannot,” Tech confirmed. “Are you on your way here?”

“You want me to manipulate him?” Sarah couldn’t help but chuckle. “Damn. Stay put, I’m heading there.”

“Interacting with you should be enough to lighten his tension,” Tech replied. “All of ours, frankly.”

Sarah sighed and cut the comm connection, heading straight for the cantina. When she arrived, she noticed Tech, Wrecker, and Echo huddled around a table with Cid. Of all of them, Cid was the first one to lay eyes on Sarah, directing at her a dim smile.

“Hardly see ya around here anymore, Strider,” Cid said.

“Sorry,” Sarah answered, her tone gentle and sincere towards Cid, who’d never once questioned Sarah for how she felt. “What’s going on here?”

“Dark and broody doesn’t want to go on the next mission I’ve arranged for ya,” Cid answered.

Sarah was mad at Hunter and that wouldn’t change for a long time, but she also knew him enough to know that whenever he didn’t want to go somewhere, he had a good reason for it. She figured convincing him of anything would be more difficult than swaying hips and batting her eyelashes at him, that was, if she didn’t agree with him for the first time in months.

“Where to?” Sarah asked.

Tech looked at her, solemn. “Serenno.”

Sarah scoffed, the disbelief knocking on her as well as the dismal memories that name invoked of the war and every person Dooku somehow managed to torment in its duration.

“Yeah, even I can see why he doesn’t want to go,” Sarah said.

“Which is saying a lot,” Cid muttered. “But the loot you can get from this mission will be enough to set you for life, and I’m not even exaggeratin’. We all agree you guys should go for it, all we have to do is convince bandana.”

“Convince me of what?” Hunter’s voice drew everyone’s attention onto him. Much as he had the currents against him most of the time, Hunter was still their leader, and the way his presence commanded dominance and respect made Sarah’s heart squeeze briefly.

But she managed to hustle through the feeling when Hunter’s gaze landed on her, partly upset at her, partly begging her to speak to him.

“I take it they’ve told you about Serenno,” Hunter told Sarah.

“They have,” she said.

“And are you going to try to convince me?” He asked.

Sarah sighed, rubbing a hand over her forehead. “I don’t know. I hate the idea of Serenno, but if pulling this mission off will make us safer in a way, then I think we should do it.”

“We won’t be safe if we put ourselves in the way of the Empire after staying off their radar for so long, and I’m not willing to—”

“That’s the problem, you’re not willing to do many things you should do,” Sarah bit back.

The group fell silent with all eyes either on Hunter or on Sarah, each member expressing their own form of disdain from the argument. Finally, Cid cut through the tension by clearing her throat and looked at Hunter with understanding eyes.

“You’re never too late to want to protect your squad,” Cid told him. “And I care about you guys too even if it’s mushy to admit it, but hear me out. The loot from just one of those containers could help you buy your freedom. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“We’re already free,” Hunter told her, secure.

“Then you’re not payin’ attention,” Cid said. “The way the Empire was on Raxus, Ryloth, soon they’re gonna be here, and that means no more work for me, and no more work for you. You’re gonna have to move eventually and unless you start pullin’ off heists like this one, I won’t be able to help ya when that time comes.”

Sarah looked at the hologram projection of Castle Serenno and the freighters spotted around it, her thoughts swarming across many different fronts. It wasn’t long before she felt gazes on her and she looked up once more at everyone expecting an answer from her, as though anything she said would define their course of action.

As if what I want even mattered.

Sarah gave a soft sigh. “She’s right. With the way the Empire’s spreading, pretty soon we won’t be able to live like this, and we need to prepare.”

“We need to do more,” Echo told her.

“Perhaps,” Sarah looked at him. “But whether we like it or not, we’ll want to have some resources on our hands before we can even decide on what ‘doing more’ actually means for us.”

“We’re not in the position to do more. We’re fugitives, all of us,” Hunter said. “And the moment the Empire spots us, all the running away, all the hiding from planet to planet returns. I’d rather not be constantly running.”

“All the more reason for you to do this now, bandana,” Cid persuaded. “If you wanna go to a distant planet and live in peace, this is the way to start it. Think of it as buyin’ your ticket there.”

Sarah watched as Hunter turned his gaze towards Omega, who was sitting by herself at the bar reviewing study material Tech had given her. Watching him, Sarah felt her chest aching, a heartache that was uncomfortably common whenever she was around Hunter. She thought back to what she wanted to do when the war ended, and how she’d lost sight of it. She thought of how attractive the idea still sounded, to live on a far-off planet, forage for food, live in peace, forget about weapons and sorrow and loss and fear.

But after being torn from Crosshair and suffering Hunter’s betrayal, Sarah had stopped believing that was possible.

Hunter then looked back at the group and gave a short nod. “Alright. We’ll do it. We’ll ship out at first daylight.”

Around her, everyone seemed victorious and celebrated the fact that they’d go on the mission after all, but Sarah couldn’t feel that same resolve. Her heart sank; she knew that, despite having been asked to, Hunter hadn’t made his decision because of her.

The group scattered to make their preparations for the mission, and as Sarah made her way towards her room, she felt Hunter reaching out for her wrist, stopping her before she could get away from him. She hadn’t repelled him immediately like she normally would have, but Hunter wouldn’t get his hopes up too much because of it.

“I…” Hunter sighed. “I wanted to make sure this was okay with you.”

Sarah sighed. “Better late than never, I suppose.”

“Sarah—”

“I don’t care if we go to Serenno so long as we all return alive,” she said. “That’s how I feel about every mission now.”

“But you don’t deserve to feel like that,” he said.

Sarah scoffed at him and curved her lips in a smile riddled with disbelief. She then turned to look at Omega, who still sat at the bar, oblivious to most of the tensions that the adults in her family held between them.

“Ultimately, you decided because of her,” Sarah said softly.

“Yes,” said Hunter.

Sarah landed her gaze on Hunter again. “I envy her.”

Every glimpse of hope Hunter felt vanished from his eyes.

“You decided thinking of what was best for her,” Sarah added. “You made this decision because it’s what’s best for her. And ultimately, you will do for her what you wouldn’t do for me.”

“It isn’t like that—”

Sarah yanked her wrist from his grip. “I’m glad to know that’s where we stand.”

She walked off to her bunk room without looking back and resolved not to speak another word to him until it was absolutely necessary.

*

On the quiet flight to Serenno, Sarah sat in front of the Marauder’s left holopanel with her arms crossed, utterly silent. Opposite from her was Hunter in front of the other holopanel, his back turned on her as he scanned a planetary map for worlds that hadn’t yet been touched by the Empire, and probably wouldn’t be.

While it had been just the two of them avoiding each other in a ship that didn’t give either much freedom to escape, Echo soon walked into that section of the ship, his gaze heavy, yet somehow pleased that he’d caught Sarah and Hunter in the same place. Sarah knew her best friend well enough to know when something was on his mind, and this was clearly one of those occasions when Echo looked like he wanted to speak up. Sarah met his gaze, raising her eyebrows softly, prompting him to speak.

Hunter, who had felt Echo coming in, turned around to see why he’d taken so long to begin speaking. Once Echo had both of their attentions on him, he gave a sigh.

“Maybe we ought to talk about why we’re on this mission,” Echo lowered his voice. “And what we’ll do with the payment.”

“Hide,” Hunter replied.

“With the galaxy in its current state, you really think it’s sensible to take off and hide?” Echo said. “With the amount of people in need around the galaxy?”

“We can’t risk ourselves for everyone the rest of our lives,” Hunter added, “and living in constant war isn’t the life that kid deserves.”

“You should know, Echo,” Sarah spoke up, her gaze darting into Hunter. “He wouldn’t risk himself for his brother even if being oppressed by the Empire isn’t the life he deserves.”

Hunter looked at Sarah, his patience finally wearing off. “You want to talk about something?”

“No,” she replied, cynical. “I’m just taking every chance to remind you why we are the way we are.”

“Well, this isn’t the time to do that,” Hunter told her.

Sarah sighed and looked over at Echo. “When we get to Serenno, I’m finding a cliff to snipe from. I have the range.”

“No, I’ll need you with me,” Hunter told her.

“Wow, you’ve decided that already too,” she remarked with fake shock, shifting into a more regular tone afterwards. “Hunter, we’re stepping into Count Fucking Dooku’s home planet, and it’s laden with Imperials. The less blind we can walk in, the better, and you need an eye in the sky for that.”

“We have to stay as together as possible,” Hunter explained. “Two of us alone on different fronts will leave two members vulnerable, and we can’t risk that. Besides, we already have a shooter.”

Sarah scoffed. “Really?”

“What?” Hunter asked.

“You’re going with that?” She was practically mocking him.

“Going with what, Sarah?” Hunter asked again, exasperated at her.

Sarah stood up from her chair and in no time she stood in front of him, looking up with angry, hurt eyes. “She’s a child and therefore she shouldn’t be our shooter.”

“Lower your voice,” Hunter said through gritted teeth.

“You talk a lot about this not being the life she deserves, and I agree,” Sarah obliged, talking in a lower tone. “Then why are we still bringing her along when we already have a marksman?”

“I get it, you’re the one with the rifle—”

“I don’t mean me,” Sarah growled as a low rumble could be heard around her.

Eerie silence fell on the ship, and soon, the rumbling around Sarah ceased. She took a breath, centering herself; she didn’t want the ship being thrown out of hyperspace because of her.

“The rifle isn’t mine,” she continued, hushed. “I won’t bother you by saying his name out loud, but we both know he should be here, and he could be if you hadn’t been so selfish.”

“Sarah—”

“You could have stunned him. We could have dragged him back onto the Marauder and figured it out, but instead, you’ve let a child replace him as your marksman,” Sarah finished. “You let her replace him.”

“I think it’ll be better for all of us if we focus on the bigger picture for once,” Echo cut in, stepping between the heated pair, turning to Hunter. “Our lives are like this because of Omega. Getting her out of Kamino was the right choice, and now we have to think about how we can do more against the Empire.”

Echo then turned to Sarah, his best friend, whose frown softened when she looked at him. Though Echo wouldn’t always condone the amount of direct hits she was capable of launching at Hunter whenever they fought, he sympathized with her. She’d lost Fives and it had nearly destroyed her—he knew that only from what she told him. He hadn’t been there with her when it happened. And since then, she’d lost her way of life, she was unable to return to her home planet because of the risk of being spotted in the one place she’d be expected to hide in by the Empire, and she’d lost Crosshair, the only one who came close to being the love of her life after Fives.

“Getting Crosshair out of Kamino would have been the right choice as well,” Echo’s tone softened at her. “But that isn’t how it turned out, and as much as it hurts you, there is an entire galaxy outside of him. You can’t let your anger keep you from doing the right thing, Sarah. I know you, and I know you’re bigger and better than that.”

As Sarah looked at Echo, she thought of the amount of times he’d hinted at wanting to do more. It then dawned on her that she had a very clear image of what life would be like after the war, and now, she had no clue. She didn’t know what she wanted, and she couldn’t see any sort of future while Echo seemed to know clearly what his calling was. After Kamino, she figured her life would be drifting through the galaxy, returning to Ord Mantell every so often, and she then realized she wanted anything other than that. What her heart truly yearned for wasn’t possible, and now she had to find something she’d be able to live with.

But at that moment, as she felt the emotions bubbling inside her too much for her to conceal them, all she wanted to do was hide. All Sarah wanted to do was run into the arms of someone who could keep her safe, someone who could protect her, who’d care for her while she cried and mourned everything she had to mourn.

This isn’t freedom.

Before her eyes could fill with tears, she took a step back and breathed in deeply, forcing herself to be stoic a few more seconds. She spoke in a whisper, unable to trust in her own voice, “I’ll be at the cockpit.”

She missed her Y-Wing more than anything at that moment; at least she’d be alone and bothering nobody. Instead, her feet carried her to the cockpit behind the pilot’s chair where Tech was sitting. He didn’t remove his gaze from his datapad while the autopilot was engaged there in the middle of hyperspace, but Sarah knew he was aware of his presence. And with Wrecker asleep in the chair next to him, it felt like enough privacy for her.

Sarah rested her chin on top of the back of the seat and let her body sulk down, lips pouting to silence her sobs as her eyes finally filled with tears. Whether Tech realized she was crying or not didn’t matter to her, in fact, the less questions she had to answer, the better.

But soon, Tech’s hand reached across his body to the left side of the chair where one of Sarah’s hands rested and gently pressed his fingers over hers.

She finally began to silently weep.

*

Staring into the ruined cities of Serenno would fill any bypasser with dread and drain them of all hope they could feel. The sight of ashen buildings and the eerie silence that emanated from the city forced one into staring at it, much like Sarah had caught herself unable to tear her gaze away.

How many innocent people had perished? And for what?

“Sarah?”

A tiny hand nudged the side of Sarah’s arm and managed to bring her attention back to her team, her gaze now falling on the young girl who’d brought her back to reality. Sarah managed a soft smile at Omega; whatever else was happening, Omega’s big brown eyes would always be enough to remind her there was still light in the universe even in the face of something so dire. After all, Omega wasn’t to blame for the galaxy, for Crosshair, for Hunter’s choices—that much would always be clear to her. If there was anything that pained Sarah, it was that Omega still had to be in battle, even if it was usually the kid herself who refused not being there.

After Omega returned Sarah’s smile with a sad one, Sarah looked up at the squad. “Sorry. Got distracted.”

“Yeah, I don’t blame ya,” Wrecker said lowly, his frown audible through the modulators of his helmet. “It looks like hell’s ruins down there.”

“We’re splitting up,” Hunter said similarly.

She looked over at him, remembering what he’d said on the ship. “Right.”

Before heading off with Hunter, Sarah walked over to Tech and met his gaze—it was one of the many times she was grateful that his helmet didn’t cover his eyes with a pitch-black visor, but rather left them visible. Those brown eyes of his had become a source of comfort whenever all she wanted to do was disappear.

She had to acknowledge how fond she was growing of those goggled brown eyes.

“Take care, will you?” Sarah spoke softly.

“You as well,” Tech responded and powered up the holopad in his hands, ready to set out in the direction his part of the squad would take.

On the spot, Sarah turned around trying to acknowledge Hunter. But she found that, for once, he wasn’t already looking at her. Instead, Hunter seemed to be looking over in Tech’s direction, his gaze lingering on the team’s engineer for a while before he looked back at Sarah briefly before turning around and leading the way down into the forest.

Sarah braced for the awkwardness of being left alone with him.

*

Radio silence. That was the course of action after things, as usual, went sideways for Clone Force 99.

Sarah had heard the last transmissions Tech had sent of how they’d been trapped in the cargo container, how their escape was uncertain, how they’d been in a crash-landing. Thinking about it all made her feel cold, with her marks feeling like swirly trails of ice on her skin. A part of her regretted having listened to Hunter and staying with him throughout the mission, now accompanied by Wrecker; and though Omega and Echo were in the same situation, much as she worried about them, she couldn’t help it when Tech was at the top of her worries. She had one of her gut feelings about him, and it wasn’t a particularly good one—if it weren’t such a foolish idea and she didn’t risk her transmission being intercepted, she’d be dialing Tech’s frequency on the spot to check on him.

Sarah was never good at losing touch with those she cared for—it was why she hated splitting up in the first place. And now it was only worse—the mission had gone from going mildly according to plan to having derailed completely, and now, Sarah, Hunter, and Wrecker were scurrying around the ruined streets of the city on Serenno hoping not to be spotted on every corner they turned. The sun was going down and the ruins got darker by the minute. Pretty soon, it would become difficult to see anything.

The trio stopped at the sound of whirring gunship engines approaching. As quickly as they could, they hid under whatever large piece of rubble they could find and waited it out, until the sound of the ships flying over them became louder and then faded once more. That had been the third time they’d had to pause to hide from air forces, and at that point, it was clear that the Empire wasn’t going to rule out the possibility of them being in the city. On the contrary, they were onto them and they knew it.

A modulated sigh came from Hunter as he glanced through his helmet’s visor over at Wrecker and Sarah. He then got down on one knee with his hand brushing the ground only to look up at his two teammates again. “They’re less than one klick away.”

“And we might need more than two blasters and one rifle to hold them off?” Sarah asked.

“It’s a whole platoon, so my answer would be yes,” Hunter said as he got back up. “Wrecker, spot anything we could use?”

Wrecker had begun laughing with excitement when Hunter stopped talking. He then pointed his large hand out eastward saying, “That. That right there. That’s what I want!”

Just as Sarah pulled the scope of the Firepuncher rifle to get a better look at what Wrecker was pointing at, the large clone ran off in a childlike manner. She finally got a better look at the Separatist tanks piled over rubble and debris and understood why Wrecker had been so cheerful about spotting them.

“Do they even work?” Sarah questioned.

“Oh, I’ll handle that!” Wrecker lunged himself into the first tank he reached.

“I’ll stay with him,” Hunter told Sarah. “Can you pick them off from above?”

“I was hoping you’d ask,” she nodded before turning around and heading for the nearest cliff. After the climb, she had a perfect view of the platoon that was headed their way, and she quickly managed to spot Wrecker and Hunter messing with the tanks, most likely hoping to get one of them to function. She knew that if they didn’t succeed, their bright plan would be a total failure, meaning that was her cue to begin sniping the army of imperial clones.

One by one, with the Firepuncher set to stun, Sarah took down the clones from the front lines to the rear, managing to buy Hunter and Wrecker at least some more time while they figured out what they were doing on their front. It wasn’t long before Wrecker got hold of not one of the tanks, but its cannon. Even being at the top of a cliff sniping, Sarah could hear Wrecker’s laughter booming, preceding the first of the cannon blasts.

And then chaos reigned over the scene. Wrecker steadily advanced, his laughter filling the gaps between the blasts from his new favorite toy—he even made Sarah smile. She would have loved to sit back and watch him, as he clearly wouldn’t need her help anymore, but that was when she heard clone chatter coming up from behind her.

Sarah didn’t have enough time to react. If she had, she probably would have been able to dodge the blaster bolt headed towards her, and in a sloppy attempt to move out of its way, it wound up hitting her on the shin. She cried out as the laser burned through the surface of her skin, the pain searing through her leg as she tried not to fall to the ground. She hooked the rifle onto her back and unholstered her hand blaster instead to stun the first troopers to emerge from the darkness.

“Sarah!” Hunter cried out from below invaded with worry after hearing her cry in pain.

Sarah registered the sound of his voice and the sound of the marching that approached, and she realized her blaster efforts wouldn’t be enough. Too many of them were heading her way, and the same could be said for the troopers down there. They were outnumbered and one marksman down; Sarah wouldn’t be much help in a wounded state. With the amount of troopers cornering her, Sarah looked over her shoulder and realized there was only one way out of that one.

She leapt off the cliff, bending the Force around her hoping to lessen the impact of her fall. While not fatal, the pain from the blast on her thigh worsened when she hit ground level, and it was enough to knock her down with her back against the floor. There, she could process the vibrations of the army through the earth: the platoon in the east, the fraction of it on the cliff, with another pack of reinforcements heading in from the north, not far behind the cliff Sarah had just fallen from.

If they didn’t act fast, they’d be done for.

All Sarah wanted to do was lie on the ground and see the stars plastered on the night sky, but as she did that, she found a couple of rocky vertices on the cliffs that surrounded the area. From that angle, she spotted one she could blast away with her own rifle on the cliff next to her, but for the other one, she’d need Wrecker’s help. They couldn’t take all of those troopers just the three of them, but they could easily stop them from coming with a couple of carefully placed blasts.

“Wrecker,” Sarah spoke into her comm. “See that large spike on the cliff towards the east?”

“Yeah,” Wrecker answered.

“I need you to shoot it,” she said.

“Negative,” Hunter entered the comms. “Where are you, anyway? I can’t see you.”

“I’m safe from whatever debris may fall, if that’s what worries you. I have a plan,” Sarah told him. “Wrecker’s going to take that cliff down, I’ll handle the other one close to me.”

“We don’t know if that’s really going to work,” Hunter debated.

“Will you two stop fighting for once?!” Wrecker boomed into the comm. “Sarah, tell me when.”

“Now!” Sarah cried out.

The next thing she heard was another cannon blast being fired, and she saw the ray of light rising up to the cliff she’d told Wrecker to fire at. When it hit, the rocky cliff exploded into hundreds of rocks and boulders and began making its way downward onto the platoon that cornered Wrecker and Hunter. It was Sarah’s turn after that, and with the strength she had, she pulled through the burning on her shin and stood up, aiming the Firepuncher at the weak point on her own cliff. She set the rifle to kill, figuring the blast would be stronger that way, and focused the crosshair on the medium rock that seemed to hold the cliff in place. Sarah breathed out, steadying herself, and when even the pain of her blast wound disappeared she fired the rifle.

The blast hit exactly where she had intended to, and she sent the cliff collapsing down on the army that had tracked her down, but it created a lot more rubble than she had intended at first—rubble that was now crashing down on her. Quickly as she could, Sarah ran for cover, but she wouldn’t get far in her current state. When the debris nearly hit her, she raised her hands and used the Force to shield herself from any of the rocks, levitating them away from her.

Eventually, the debris stopped falling and it settled around her. Sarah waved her hands in front of her, coughing up all the dirt that had made its way into her lungs.

“Sarah?” Hunter inquired through the comms. “Sarah, come in!”

Sarah finished coughing and pulled her comm up near her lips as she examined the pile of rubble she’d just created, her heart sinking.

“I’m here, I’m alive,” she said. “Though I’m afraid I just created a wall between us, quite literally.”

“Stay put, I’ll go and get you,” Hunter said.

“No,” Sarah replied. “I’m injured and I’m only going to slow you down. You and Wrecker get to the ship, I’ll rendezvous after that.”

“Sarah, no—”

“Hunter!” She raised her voice, caring little for who or what would hear her. “I am telling you this because it’s the best option. For once in your life, listen to what I want and do as I say.”

Silence filled the comms for a moment until she heard him sigh.

“Alright, Wrecker and I will get to the Marauder. But we might need to go radio silent again,” Hunter agreed.

“You know how to find me,” Sarah replied, her tone much softer. She turned her comm off, knowing it would be safer not to use it anymore, and she turned around on her spot to find that she was at the edge of the forest.

Sarah took a few paces and kneeled on the ground, her fingers digging into the soil beneath her. Like she’d done many times before at that point in her life, Sarah began to absorb the life Force of the planet, and slowly, she felt the wound on her shin beginning to close and the pain easing off from her. She let out a long exhale, finally able to release the tension she’d been feeling until that moment, and even her mind cleared.

Now thinking straight and with her hands still pressed to the ground, there was something Sarah could feel through the earth. It was someone close to her, someone dear to her, but he was slower. Weakened. Vulnerable.

Tech.

She knew better than to not pay any mind to it, and if she could feel him that clearly, he couldn’t have been that far from her. If he was injured too, she’d have to hurry. Through the earth, Sarah focused on him until she was able to know exactly where he was. With that clear, Sarah prepped the rifle in front of her and set off running in his direction.

No troopers or traps were found as she ran through the forest, and though it felt like she’d been running for ages, it finally wasn’t long before she heard the sound of blasters and speeder bikes. She could still feel Tech’s presence—as long as she could feel him there, everything would be alright—and when she felt she was close enough to still remain hidden, she stopped and aimed the rifle.

Through the scope, she could see Tech. He was standing, but his posture was slightly hunched over. It wasn’t until she saw him moving that he noticed he was limping, and he pulled his blaster out to stun a trooper before hiding behind the trunk of a tree. Sarah then located the troopers that were cornering, and without thinking about it, she aimed the Firepuncher at one of them and fired.

She didn’t bother changing it back to stun.

When the trooper fell, she fired at another one. The last one that crept up on Tech did so a tad too quickly, but Sarah saw through the scope that Tech fired his blaster at the trooper, stunning him to the ground. After that, Tech wobbled and fell down to the ground himself.

“Tech!” Sarah cried and pulled the rifle down and ran the remaining distance between her and him. When she reached him, she collapsed to the ground next to him and took him in his arms, and even in the darkness of the forest, she saw his brown eyes glistening with the faint light as he looked at her.

“Sarah…” Tech sighed. “I am hurt.”

She then looked at his leg and noticed the swelling and the unnatural angle it had. She felt her blood going cold at the sight of his broken leg, but more than that, her heart broke for him. She’d never fathomed the idea of Tech being hurt before, and it felt wrong, like it should never even be a possibility.

“Tech…” Sarah whimpered, her hand reaching for the cheek of his helmet. “Let’s get you out of here. Where are Echo and Omega?”

“Over the cliff,” Tech grunted in pain after speaking the words. “Omega went to the chest and Echo followed her.”

“And where is the chest?”

“Over the cliff,” Tech repeated. “At a very inconvenient precipice, might I add.”

“I could help with that,” a third, unfamiliar voice filled the area.

Sarah didn’t hesitate to react. She pulled the rifle and aimed it at the stranger, but she kept herself from pulling the trigger when she saw it wasn’t a soldier or anyone who even looked Imperial. It was an old man, a friendly-looking one, at that, who raised his hands above his head when she aimed the Firepuncher at him.

“Sarah, he’s a friend,” Tech told her.

“Ah,” said the old man. “So this is the famous Sarah.”

She lowered the rifle, releasing any tension she held. “Who are you?”

“Romar Adell, at your service,” the man lowered his hands. “Don’t worry, I mean you no harm.”

Sarah lowered the rifle, humbled by the fact that Tech had mentioned her in the short time they’d been apart. “Can you help me get him up?”

Romar paced towards her and secured Tech’s left side while she took the right, and together they helped him up to standing.

“I told you that you wouldn’t get too far in your current state,” Romar told Tech. “Now stay here, Ace.”

Sarah’s features softened and she looked at Tech. “Ace?”

Tech locked eyes with her, and beneath his goggles, his gaze softened at her as well. The tenderness in her voice was undeniable, as was the vulnerability in the word she’d spoken.

“A coincidence,” Tech told her.

“Excuse me?” Romar inquired.

“Someone we care about used to call her that,” Tech explained.

Before Sarah could allow herself to feel any more emotion, the loud roaring of engines filled the area around the forest. What was alarming about that was that it was not the sound of the Marauder. Sarah recognized it as the sound of V-Wings.

“There’s a speeder bike and a cable we can use to get your friends out of the chest,” Romar looked at Sarah.

“Why don’t I give some cover, and you can get them out?” She said.

“I don’t mean to disrespect you,” Romar hesitated, “but how are you going to cover us against fighter ships?”

Sarah held the Firepuncher up. “Target practice.” She then looked over at Tech. “You stay here, I don’t want your leg getting any more hurt than it already is.”

“I suppose telling you it cannot get much worse will not change your mind?” Tech asked her.

“Stay here,” Sarah reaffirmed, and with a look over at Romar, she gestured it was time to follow through with their improvised plan.

The two ran nearer to the cliff where the trees cleared out; Romar attached the long cable coiled at the edge to the lonely speeder bike and got on it, putting its thruster in reverse at max speed. While Sarah felt hopeful she’d see Echo and Omega again soon and safe, she locked her sights on the first of the V-Wings that approached at a daunting speed.

Keeping track of the fighter ship seemed more difficult to do through the Firepuncher’s scope, and steady as she was, Sarah fired and missed up to three bolts.

Focus, she told herself. Planting her feet more firmly on the ground, Sarah inhaled deeply and looked down the scope once more. Much to her fortune, that first V-Wing seemed to be approaching her directly, making it easier for her to aim at the ship’s cockpit. Before giving it the chance to move anymore, Sarah pulled the rifle’s trigger, sending the bolt straight through the middle of the cockpit.

The ship spiraled out of control and crashed on the ground in flames, and upon impact, Sarah felt the icy cold sensation returning to her marks. Though unpleasant, she paid no mind to it at the moment. She couldn’t when there were another two V-Wings threatening her and her family.

Just as Sarah was aiming for the next ship, she heard the familiar whirring of the Marauder approaching. The modified Omicron-class attack shuttle rarely looked so beautiful as it did at that moment, and it quickly outmaneuvered the V-Wings enough to give the rear turret a clear shot, sending the second one crashing down.

Only one remained.

“We need to go now,” Hunter said through comms. “Can you take the other one down while we make an approach?”

Sarah pulled the comm near her lips. “I sure hope so. Make your move.”

Being so focused on the last V-Wing, Sarah hardly even noticed when Echo and Omega emerged safely from the cliff. They grouped behind her and waited for the Marauder to approach as well as for Tech to emerge from the forest aided by Romar, and now that they were all together, there was only one priority left. The Marauder made the approach and its platform opened, revealing Wrecker.

“Sarah?” Hunter spoke through the comms again, audibly worried.

“Hang on…” Sarah whispered, aiming for the ship.

It was moving directly towards the Marauder. At that angle, she wouldn’t have a clear shot like she did with the first one, and it was too close a call to mess it up. She’d have better odds of taking it down if she aimed for the engines. She calculated the speed at which it moved, angled herself, and when the time was right, Sarah fired the rifle and the blue bolt flew through the air until it impacted the ship’s engine, and it spiraled down crashing into the war chest below, and a heap of rubble, smoke, and flames fell down to the lower levels of the forest.

“Nice shot,” Hunter said.

Sarah put the rifle away and turned around as Echo and Omega climbed onto the Marauder. Sarah supported Tech as he tried to stand, and the two faced Romar, realizing it was time to say goodbye.

“Thank you for helping him,” Sarah told him with a slight bow of her head.

“Don’t mention it,” Romar answered. “You’ve got some skill and decent firepower despite that just being a rifle. Do me a favor and make it count.”

The words resonated with Sarah, and for a moment, she thought back to what Echo was saying about doing more. Seeing that Romar lived on Serenno, she figured he of all people had cause to hate the Empire, to be tired of tyranny and destruction. She thought of her own reasons to hate the Empire, and with resolve, she nodded.

“I will,” she said.

Romar then looked at Tech. “Take care, Ace. Or I’ll ask her to take care of you.”

“Don’t worry,” Sarah smiled. “He’ll be safe on my watch.”

Romar nodded at her and Tech, and finally, it was time for them to go. Echo and Wrecker held their arms out to help Tech onto the ship, and once he was safely in, Sarah jumped in. As the Marauder took off, Sarah managed one more salute at Romar before the ship’s platform closed, and wishing him well, they were now on course to leave Serenno.

Sarah rested the Firepuncher rifle on the wall after locking its safety pin, and quickly, she ran over to one of the passenger seats in the cockpit where Tech was sitting and getting his leg examined by Echo. She kneeled on the durasteel floor and reached for his hand, giving him a gentle squeeze with her fingers.

“I’m here,” Sarah told him.

Tech grunted in pain, but he managed a smile. “You know, seeing you emerge from the forest like that, I figure that’s what other clone captains and commanders would feel when seeing their Jedi general amidst battle… before the end of the war, at least.”

Sarah grinned. “Yeah, well, you could never hurt me.”

The slightest hint of a smile appeared on Tech’s lips before he groaned in pain, squeezing Sarah’s hand even harder.

“This will just last a bit,” Echo reassured.

“It is customary to provide painkillers before making any limb adjustments,” Tech began. “Although, given the urgency of this fracture and the need to provide treatment, I would understand the lack of reason behind waiting for painkillers to set in, though I certainly wouldn’t complain. After all, it’s not as if I have not waited long enough already. Several hours have already passed since the incident.”

“You should have given him the painkillers first,” Wrecker nudged Echo.

“Leave him alone,” Sarah defended. “I think the infodumping as a pain management technique is adorable.”

“You think droids are adorable,” Wrecker pouted.

Echo, Tech, and Wrecker continued to bicker, and all the while, Sarah realized she hadn’t let go of Tech’s hand. There was no problem. She found that she didn’t want to let go of his hand anyway.

Sarah did, however, notice a set of eyes looking at her hand in Tech’s, and rather than focusing on flying the Marauder, they were laden with sorrow and with jealousy. Then, Hunter finally looked Sarah in the eyes. She maintained eye contact with him before finally averting her gaze and gave Tech’s hand one last squeeze before getting up.

“I’ll look around the ship and see what we can use to stabilize that let,” Sarah said. She then walked away from the cockpit and made her way towards the back of the ship, where Omega was sitting with her trooper doll in her hands. Her big eyes looked at Sarah, and the usual warmth of her smile made Sarah realize how cold her marks still felt.

“That was some really good shooting, Sarah,” Omega said. “I…”

Omega looked over at the Firepuncher resting on the wall, and then she looked at Sarah again. “I think Crosshair would say the same too.”

The hole in Sarah’s chest deepened at the mention of his name as multiple thoughts swarmed through her mind. Crosshair, Tech, Tech’s injury, the fact that Sarah had just ended the lives of multiple troopers. Still, the sight of Omega smiling at her eased some of that. If a child as pure and kind as Omega could still look upon Sarah and smile, she maybe didn’t have anything to feel terrible about.

Eventually, Sarah found it in herself to chuckle. “Nah, Crosshair would be teasing the hell out of me. It’s his way of showing love.”

“Well, then…” Omega continued. “We should find him and tell him about today. See how he reacts.”

Sarah looked straight at Omega. She refused to use the child to convince Hunter to go after Crosshair again—she wouldn’t open that can of worms again. However, after Kamino, Sarah hadn’t really thought of seeing Crosshair again.

It had really felt like the end at one point.

“We should,” Sarah agreed.

Omega smiled and put her doll aside. “Can I help out with Tech?”

“You sure you want to do that?” Sarah asked her. “It’s not going to be a pretty sight.”

“I know, but I can handle it,” Omega replied. “I was in the medical wing before we met, remember?”

Yet another reminder that hit Sarah like a training bolt. Sometimes, all she wanted to do was think of Omega as a child, not as anything else.

Sarah gave as cheerful a smile as she could manage. “Right.”

Omega jumped off her chair and went to look for a couple of steel rods she knew happened to be lying about the ship, and with excitement, ran off to the cockpit to aid Tech. Sarah stood in the empty midsection of the Marauder thinking about what would come next.

But, for now at least, Tech needed her with him. She’d have more than enough time to begin her own quest when they returned to Ord Mantell.

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[bringcal]

just some thoughts on the difference we see between Bro striders comics and Dave striders comics. There’s not any main point I want to make I just want to talk about it.

We don’t really see much of Bro Striders comics, in fact I think we only ever see one, which is this comic addressed to Dave which Dave is clearly uncomfortable about and think’s Bro is just doing to “get under your (dave’s) skin”

The comic above shows 3 different muppet characters: A young Rowlf the dog, a baby version of Animal, and Kermit the frog ( At least I think so?) dressed as Billy the puppet from Saw. The comic shows Rowlf freaking out over accidentally killing Animal, scared what nanny will do to him ( Nanny is a character in the 1984 show “ Muppet babies “ , which is what this comic is about ) , in which Kermit asks Rowlf if he wants to play a game, probably because he feels like Rowlf does not value life enough than he should considering he just killed a baby Animal.

We don’t really know whether the “click” of the light is a supposed to represent Rowlfs imagination working and getting an idea or if it is a literal click of a light going on. Because of this, we don’t know if Rowlf is imagining his incoming punishment/test or if it will literally happen to him.

Regardless this comic is creepy as hell considering this is the only comic we actually get from Bro strider himself. It is literally a comic about Rowlf’s guilt killing a baby and getting a potential punishment for it.

There is something else I find interesting in regards to bro strider, which is when Dave creates a comic but claims he doesn’t like it because its “ too much like my bro’s stuff “ :

 the actual handwriting and art style REALLY gets me. The handwriting is practically the exact same in Bro’s comic and the art style is pretty close too, just less detailed. What really interests me is the fact this art style is really similar to Hussie’s  earlier comics he made that were really racist ( For people who don’t know, the name lil cal actually came from these earlier comics as well. lil cal was a racist caricature character in these comics) . The handwriting is the exact same as well. Bro’s handwriting is Hussie’s handwriting I suppose.

Dave didn’t really like this comic because it was too much like his Bro’s, giving us some indication that not all of Bro’s comics were really dark like the one we get. This comic is about drugs, violence, and getting women.

Now onto sweet bro and hella jeff:

Just some obvious things:

The art style is really different

Ironically less cohesive than Bro’s stuff. You have to rely a lot on context to get some of the comics in SBAHJ to get what’s going on, it might not be clear especially when the style goes to complete dog shit. The comics also do a lot of “to be continued” shit.

Also less crude than bro’s stuff. Some of the comic is still about  drugs, getting women, and violence, but it’s less center front. There are incest jokes, though.

Now SBAHJ was actually made on the penny arcade forums. Hussie drew his own take on someone’s shitty parody of a comic trying to make fun of the “two gamer comic”. SBAHJ formed to show how much an original piece of media can change at the hand of the people viewing it. It later got turned into “Dave’s creation.” 

To me SBAHJ has more of a focus on friendship and pissing around with your bro’s than what Bro’s stuff would be about. Bro’s stuff seems to be less about that found-brotherly bond and more focused on different things, but we can’t know for sure since we only have one thing made by him and another thing made by his brother who was heavily inspired by him. I just find it interesting how while Bro’s comics are about accidentally killing your friends, Dave’s are about being an absolute fool with them. ( Though this isnt exclusive.)

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[toxicsludgeyaoi]

Toxic Sludge Yaoi Preliminaries: Homestuck Edition!

Dirkjake Vs Gamkar Vs Dirkhal Vs Erisol

(Note: the two ships with the highest percentage will proceed. Vote for your favorite.)

Note: propaganda may or may not include spoilers for this media. Read at your own risk. Propaganda under cut:

Dirkjake propaganda:

"they are the definition of autism to autism miscommunication. neither of them want to actually be in a relationship with each other yet they stay together. because they're all either of them has ever known."

"Dirk and Jake date for like five months and then they break up because Dirk was too clingly and Jake was too ignoring everyone. They break up while Jake is doing drugs and saying he's going to marry two of their other friends and have a million babies. They talk on screen one time in canon and it's them breaking up. Dirk also made a robot that beats up Jake."

Gamkar propaganda:

"Gamzee is killing all their friends so Karkat dates him in alien romance ways to make him stop. Then Gamzee cucks Karkat and breaks up with him. Then Gamzee kills their friends again anyway."

Dirkhal propaganda:

"Dirk was 13 and had never seen another human and lived in post fish hitler earth so the whole world was water and made an AI copy of his brain. Dirk however had an extreme hatred of himself so this did not go well. For three years Hal (the ai) was forced to sit on Dirk's face (he's sunglasses) and answer all of Dirk's texts while Dirk zoned out. Hal asked for a body a bunch and Dirk got all hissy and tried to kill him. What's more toxic and yaoi then attempting to murder yourself but cooler??"

Erisol propaganda:

"They spend every interaction calling each other slurs and/or trying to kill each other until one succeeds. Then they end up (through magic basically) as one person who's whole personality is that he fucking hates himself and wants to die because he just can't stand existing. They've literally never said a kind word to each other in canon. They canonical hate each other to death but in canon that's a romantic thing."

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[irrlicht-writes]

The King That Will Be Chap, 2

“Hold still, Mint, by goddess’ sake.”

“Ugh, I don’t even know why you’re making such a fuss, it’s barely bleeding!”

Radovid sighed and grabbed a new piece of cloth.

Mint was a guard. More specific, she was a royal guard – Radovid’s. She was also an elf, but someone long ago had cut her ears off. She had showed up roughly two weeks after Radovid had met Dandelion – he liked to classify his life to “before Dandelion” and “after Dandelion”. He had been looking to replace Hubert, his previous guard; not due to incompetence or anything but Hubert’s wife had just given birth to twins and Radovid didn’t want to keep Hubert away from them.

Mint had shown up, proceeded to wipe the floor with everyone else and now here they were, with Radovid desperately trying to make sure Mint didn’t bleed to death. She was still young, so she had little regard for her own safety – somehow. Radovid was still puzzled how she had made it this far without sustaining permanent injury.

“If you do not take care of it, it might get infected, and then where would I be?”

“But that’s what I have you for, Vid!”

“Mint, I am your king.”

“So? Gotta be good for something then, don’t you?”

Radovid snorted and slapped a bandage on the superficial cut. Mint was right, it wasn’t a bad injury, but Radovid was a worrywart.

“Look, having some respect for your king and your employer wouldn’t be so bad.”

“Fuck that, Vid.”

Radovid rolled his eyes. He liked Mint; she was his friend, perhaps the only one in this castle. She didn’t care who or what he was, he was just Vid here. Out in public, Mint was perfectly composed and never called him anything less than proper.

“You’ve been in a bad mood though. Why? Is it because of that party they were talking about? Aren’t party’s fun?”

Radovid sighed and looked down on his lap. They were in his room, sitting on his bed. As his personal guard, it wasn’t unusual for Mint to be in here with him. Yes, this party was on his mind. Not for the party’s sake, but for what it meant. Ever since becoming king, things had gotten more and more complicated and the only respite Radovid had was Dandelion.

“I have no heir,” he said then to her, “I’m supposed to find a proper candidate.”

They had breached that topic to him a while ago – he needed to produce babies somehow, they didn’t care how; as long as the other parent would be of suitable noble standing, of course.

“Find an heir at the party?”

“What? No, no, to – to get me pregnant.”

Radovid blushed as Mint nodded understandingly.

“And Dandy ain’t good enough?”

Radovid sighed dreamily. That would be wonderful, true. But Dandelion was a common whore, not matter how perfect he was. He pressed a hand softly against his stomach.

“We haven’t even slept together,” he mumbled, more so to himself.

“What?!” Mint shouted and Radovid turned red.

“Not so loud, by the gods!”

“Oh sorry, but what the fuck? You go see him at least once a week – how have you not??”

He turned away from her, face flaming red. He didn’t know himself. He wasn’t opposed, of course, and Dandelion wouldn’t be either, considering his profession, and yet – it never happened. It felt so nice, just talking to him, kissing him, being held. Radovid felt like Dandelion knew everything – he certainly talked the way. It would be foolish to call it something so silly like love but it felt that way anyhow. Nobody had to know that, at least.

“Speaking of,” Mint picked the silence up, “isn’t it time again?”

Radovid blinked and turned back around. Yes, she was right. He had taken to weekly schedules – Dandelion wasn’t always immediately available, but he made a point to try. So he nodded and Mint threw him a grin.

“Alright then! Let’s get you dolled up, right? Gonna get laid –“

“Mint, get the fuck out.”

Usually, Radovid snuck in through the back. He wasn’t ashamed of coming here; he’d just rather not be seen from the road. The gossip mill was running well enough without him feeding it.

“Why hello, strider! Here a bit early, are you?”

Radovid turned his head and smiled at Michelle, the brothel’s owner. She was a nice little lady, with a wide smile that made her eyes crinkle.

“I – yes, I suppose I am. Is Dandelion still busy?”

“No, he should be free. His last client left a good half an hour ago, so you can just go up.”

Radovid smiled and thanked her, then made his way up the stairs. His heart was always beating loudly whenever he approached Dandelion’s door. Arriving in front of it, Radovid squared his shoulders and took a deep breath. He didn’t know why he was so nervous; he’s done this so many times by now. And even though Michelle had said Dandelion would be free and the man didn’t mind Radovid just barging in, he knocked. He always knocked.

“Come in, doe!”

He smiled and opened the door.

Dandelion was standing next to the very well made bed, with his back turned towards the door. He seemed to be doing something at the nightstand, but Radovid didn’t pry. He closed the door behind him again and then stood there, awkwardly shuffling his feet.

“Sorry doe, I had to tidy up a bit first. You’re early! I’m delighted.”

Dandelion purred and stalked over to Radovid. He, in turn, turned beet-red. Today was not his day, it seemed. Dandelion only smirked.

“Aw, there he is, my sweetest boy. I do love it so when you turn so coy. Come look at me, doe.”

That sultry voice was going to kill him. Still, he did as he was commanded.

“My, my, you turn prettier every time I see you. What do you want today, love?”

“You,” Radovid answered in a whisper, like he always did. Dandelion smiled, and Radovid wanted more. He wanted to hold Dandelion’s hand, kiss his face, take him into the castle, take him upon his bed, take him in a wedding vow, and grow his children in his belly. He couldn’t have any of these things, but he wanted it, so, so much.

Dandelion took his face gently in his hands and pressed his lips softly upon his. Radovid sighed, and leaned into the touch, mayhap a bit desperate this time around. At the banquet, he would need to find a suitable partner – if he didn’t, his council would simply choose someone for him. And they would just pick a woman, he knew, just to spite him and make him miserable. He couldn’t let that happen. He’d rather spend his life with a man he halfway, sort of chose than with a woman he couldn’t stand.

“What’s wrong, strider?”

Radovid blinked and sniffled only to realise he had started crying. Fuck it all, he was such a pathetic rag today. He tried to shake his head, hoping Dandelion would just let it slide, but the man held his face firm. His thumbs were caressing Radovid’s cheeks and with a sob, the king threw himself into the whore’s arms.

The man didn’t ask, he didn’t waiver, he just closed his arms around the king, holding tight, letting him weep. And weep he did. He cried, and sobbed, and between hoarse and hard-caught breaths, he told Dandelion of the upcoming banquet, about all that would come with it.

“I think,” the man said once Radovid’s wails had died down to small little pathetic whimpers, “that you need a distraction.”

Dandelion let go of him and went over to the medium-sized wardrobe in the corner. Still sniffling, Radovid wiped the tears off his face and watched the man pick out clothes.

“What – what do you mean?”

With a smile, and a beautiful twirl befitting of a dancer, Dandelion whipped back around: “We will go shopping, of course, my dear friend George from out of town who might or might not visit me again! Wear this.”

This turned out to be some very slutty clothes, if Radovid would be allowed to say. The pants were incredibly tight, and he felt like he was showing half his chest. Dandelion had put a hat on his head and pushed most of his locks under it, and Radovid just prayed to anyone that was kind enough to listen that nobody would recognise him.

“Don’t worry; a merchant won’t expect to see the king just wandering about! Besides, you’re my friend George from out of town who might or might not visit me again.”

Radovid looked at Dandelion who, probably in order to make Radovid feel less exposed, was dressed in – well, almost nothing, really. The shirt he wore showed more skin than it was hiding, and Radovid had no clue how the man was walking in the pants he was wearing. Radovid hurried up after the man, after they’ve successfully climbed down the window. Dandelion said it would be better if nobody saw them leave; it would give them more freedom. To an extent, Radovid had to agree: like this, Mint was probably still blissfully playing cards with Michelle, waiting for him to finish.

The king grabbed Dandelion’s hand, quite a bit nervous to just walk across the market. He usually didn’t, and he was as excited as he was scared. What if he would mess up? If someone did recognise him? He pressed hard into Dandelion’s side.

“Don’t worry, doe, I’m here.”

It was more soothing than Dandelion probably realised.

The marketplace was hustling and buzzing, so much even that Radovid got a bit overwhelmed. He held onto Dandelion’s arm like a life-line.

“Dandy! Didn’t expect you today, who’s that child on your arm?”

Radovid squeaked and hid behind Dandelion’s shoulder who just laughed.

“This is my dear friend George from out of town who might or might not visit me again. He’s a bit shy, you gotta forgive him. He does much better with plants than people. Oh, can I get a sale on the apples?”

“I told you, son, no sale without nothing to show for it.”

Dandelion grumbled under his breath: “Don’t call me your fucking son.” Radovid blinked in confusion – it seemed like Dandelion hadn’t meant to say that. In fact, the shop keeper hadn’t seemed to have heard. Out loud, Dandelion continued: “Aw, come on, not even for my good friend George out of town?”

“If you got coin to cough up, then I’ve got apples to spare.”

Dandelion sighed and reached into – into his shirt? He produced a small purse out of it and well – his pants surely had no space for any sort of pockets.

“Here. Now give me your two best apples and tell your son to finally fucking wash his cock.”

As Radovid yelped in embarrassment, the shopkeeper grumbled only. He tossed them two apples and they went on their way.

“H – his son is...?”

“Hm? Oh yeah, quite the regular,” Dandelion said around two bites of his apple, “I only wish he would learn basic hygiene. I’m not even asking for him to use soap, but water would go a long way. Doe, you are washing regularly, right?”

“O – of course!”

Nobody recognised him, and after a while, Radovid loosed up. He wasn’t letting go of Dandelion, but he wasn’t trying to melt into him anymore. He had to admit, this had been nice. A day free of responsibilities, without any thoughts towards the future.

“Dandelion!”

Over the course of the day, several people had recognised and called out the man by his side, so Radovid was used to it now. After all, Dandelion lived here; he was bound to go to the market very often, so there was nothing to worry about.

“Shit,” Dandelion whispered and yanked Radovid back against his arm, hard. Radovid frowned, what the hell – ?

Then he turned his head, and saw the Witcher.

Radovid had never personally met the Witcher before, so there was little chance of him recognising the king but yet, it was probably better to be careful. Also, Radovid felt quite inadequate next to the Witcher, so he was more than happy to sink back into dear friend George out of town.

“Geralt! Fancy meeting you here. Don’t tell me you’ve made it to the market to buy me a gift?”

Dandelion was an excellent showman, Radovid had to admit.

“No. The House said you were still busy, they didn’t say you were at the market. Who’s this?”

“This is busy. I mean, this is my dear friend George from out of town who might or might not visit me again. He’s shy, he’s much better with plants than people.”

“Hm,” the Witcher just replied. Not looking at him, Radovid couldn’t tell whether or not the Witcher believed them. “Will I see you later?”

“Of course, Wolf. I’ve shown George the market and he’ll go soon. Don’t wait in the hall. I mean it, I’ll be mad.”

The Witcher just nodded, cast one more look at the half-merged version of Radovid, and then left.

“Why can’t he wait in the hall?”

“I don’t want him to.”

Radovid pondered that comment as Dandelion loosened his arm from the king’s harsh grip, and turned around, towards him. He grabbed Radovid sharply, slammed him against the next best wall and pressed his mouth harshly on Radovid’s. It all happened rather quickly, and the king had no reaction time. Flabbergasted, all he could do was hold onto Dandelion’s arms.

Dandelion devoured his mouth. While always being a bit forceful – something Radovid has come to greatly appreciate – Dandelion would never be harsh, or demanding. Now, it felt like the man wished to eat him, and gods, Radovid would let him. He moaned and whimpered and he pressed hard against the leg Dandelion had shoved between his legs. Maybe it should be embarrassing, getting aroused so quickly, but he couldn’t help it.

“Do you want it?” Dandelion asked between strong kisses, “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” Radovid sobbed. He pressed hard against Dandelion’s body, rubbing against it, trying to coax them both out of their clothing. Gods, his pants were so tight; he felt they must tear at any moment. But gods, he wanted Dandelion to fuck him. The banquet was so soon, it was unlikely they’d see each other again beforehand.

“We’re in the middle of the street, doe,” Dandelion whispered sweetly, sneaking a hand in between the bodies, pressing hard against Radovid’s groin. “What if someone sees?”

Blinded by lust, Radovid barely cared. And yet he blinked hazily, and looked around. Middle of the street might be an overstatement, they were in an alleyway, away from the main road but yes, Dandelion was right. What if someone came here, and would see the king, getting fucked against a wall in the dusk’s light? He moaned, as he imagined. Dandelion would fuck him so good, so so good, and Radovid wouldn’t be able to help himself but cry out in pleasure. If someone heard – they would investigate, wouldn’t they? And they’d – they’d see Radovid, stark naked, with his cock hard and leaking, getting pounded against the wall by the whore, begging and screaming for his cock, ever and ever deeper. The people would stop and stare, recognise him as the king he was, and Radovid would come, clench around Dandelion’s cock so hard, and he’d be filled, filled with warmth. They’d witness him getting pregnant, they’d witness the first seconds of Radovid carrying Dandelion’s seed.

“Yes,” he moaned loudly and he was so close, and just the thought of it, the thought of Dandelion’s child settling snugly into Radovid’s belly had his nipples ache.

“You’re so close already, doe, I can feel it.”

Radovid moaned and pressed harder against Dandelion’s hand. It was wonderful, it was torture. His cock was leaking, soiling his pants and gods, his hole was clenching around nothing, and it made him weep in desperation.

“Need it,” he managed to say, “need your cock, your seed, please.”

“But we don’t have time, doe, Mint will look for you soon.”

Damn him, damn him all to hell. He was so, so close.

“Please,” he tried again, “need you. Need to be yours.”

Someone would fuck him at the banquet, or shortly after it, Radovid had no doubt. Within a year, there would be a child. But if Dandelion fucked him now, filled his empty belly now, then he could always pretend. Pretend it was Dandelion’s, and not some random nobleman he cared nothing about.

“Then get rid of those pants, why don’t you? It won’t be pretty, or gentle,” Dandelion said and Radovid’s never gotten out of a pair of pants faster in his life.

“Don’t care,” he said quickly, out of breath. The cooling wind on his cock made him twitch, he was so close, and a simple touch would put him over the edge. He looked up into Dandelion’s eyes, those beautiful blue eyes and he moaned, reaching his hands up to twist his own nipples. What would it feel like, a babe suckling on them? Just the thought made them swell. What would it feel like, them filling with milk? Would they be sensitive? Oh, he couldn’t wait to find out, to have Dandelion gently sucking on them.

“Turn around,” Dandelion said gently and Radovid wasted no second. He pressed against the stone wall, his cock bobbing against his stomach – his soon to be filled stomach – and he spread his legs as best as he could.

Dandelion’s hands on his ass were firm, but oh so gentle. His thumb softly pressed against Radovid’s hole and the king moaned into the stone. His legs were shaking and he arched his back, asking for more, asking for everything. “Please,” he whispered, again and again. He was going mad, he felt like he was going to explode.

“Shh,” Dandelion soothed him, “I have you, doe. I’ll give you what you need. You’ve been wanting, haven’t you? You’re so ready for me; I don’t have to do anything. You’re so good to me, love, so good. Can you do something more for me?”

The praise ran throughout Radovid’s body with a shiver and he nodded harshly. “Yes, yes, everything.”

“Don’t come until I say so. Can you do that?”

“I don’t know,” Radovid sobbed. He wanted to, being good, but he didn’t know.

“Shh, shh, doe, it’s okay if you can’t. Try, okay? If you can’t, it’s okay, I’m not mad. You’ve been waiting for so long, you’ve been so good.”

And then, he felt it. Something big, something blunt pressing against his clenching hole. Radovid cried out, louder than he had meant to and he moaned, remembering what the stone wall against his chest meant. Dandelion wasn’t even breaching him, and he was so close, his belly taut with pleasure.

“More,” he begged, he needed more. He didn’t want Dandelion to take his time; he just wanted to be filled. Have a warm weight weigh him down, a weight he would carry everywhere. For everyone to see. A whore’s spawn; growing within the king’s womb.

“Too slow,” Radovid cried when Dandelion pushed in a little further.

“I don’t want to hurt you, doe,” the whore said and Radovid wept in love.

“You won’t, you won’t,” he replied teary, “fucked myself so much thinking about you, please please please.”

“Tell me if it hurts, love,” Dandelion said and Radovid screamed in ecstasy when he finally felt Dandelion push all the way in. He was full, so full, the cock such a warm, good weight in him. Looking down, he almost expected to see a bulge, but all he saw was his own cock, apparently already spent. He didn’t even notice climaxing. His cock was still half hard, but his own spent was splattered against part of the wall, and dripping down onto the ground. He whimpered.

“It’s okay, love, we’ll do it next time.”

Next time, oh gods yes that sounded wonderful. Radovid leaned his head back into his neck and moaned towards the darkening sky. Dandelion was fucking him, driving Radovid to yet another brink. There were hands on his hips; hard enough to leave bruises, but not hard enough to hurt. Dandelion’s cock brushed over a sensitive spot inside of Radovid and the king mewled in pleasure. He felt his cock hardening again as Dandelion kept pushing against that one spot. It made him see stars. He yapped, and panted, and mewled and moaned.

“I’m close, love, will you come with me?”

“Yes yes yes yes,” Radovid couldn’t wait. He pressed up, using the wall as leverage, pressing his head against Dandelion’s jaw. He felt so good, he’s never felt this before. Inside, Dandelion’s dick twitched and Radovid pressed back, his hole clenching in hunger. He sobbed as Dandelion’s hand found his hard, sensitive cock and squeezed it hard. His other hand found one of Radovid’s nipples, pinching them and that was what took Radovid over the edge. He cried his pleasure in the wind, climaxing all over Dandelion’s hand onto his own stomach and not a second later, he felt it, a warm heat flooding him, filling him, finding all the empty spots desperate to be filled.

He was pregnant.

That thought alone made him ejaculate again, clenching hard around Dandelion’s throbbing cock. 

Exhausted, Radovid’s legs gave out and Dandelion held him up with strong, secure arms. He let his head fall onto Dandelion’s shoulder and stared up into the sky while the other pressed butterfly kisses on his shoulder. Radovid felt... loved. This was love, right? Yes, Dandelion was a whore, and yes, Radovid paid him for his time, but this was still love, wasn’t it? He was afraid to ask, but it must be.

“I don’t know how to get you back to the House,” Dandelion admitted in a whisper and Radovid laughed. This was good, this was light and happiness.

“Mint will have your head.”

“Never liked bitter things.”

#writing #the witcher netflix #the witcher jaskier #jaskier #radovid #radskier #smut #fanfiction #irrlicht writes #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher

[pesterloglog]

Rose Lalonde, Dirk Strider

Act 1, page 610-614

ROSEBOT: Looks like you're getting pretty good at motivational speaking.

DIRK: Well someone needed to shake the rust off of her.

DIRK: She's getting nerves.

DIRK: Right before the big game.

DIRK: We're never gonna make it to nationals at this rate.

ROSEBOT: Ah, fuck. The sports.

ROSEBOT: How quickly I forgot them.

DIRK: There's gotta be some kind of sports penalty, for forgetting the sports.

ROSEBOT: Oh, definitely.

ROSEBOT: I've been very bad and I need to be punished, to preserve the integrity of the sports.

DIRK: Let me just slip into my jackass sports judge mime outfit and get to laying down the fucking sports law.

ROSEBOT and DIRK: Let's stop saying sports.

DIRK and ROSEBOT: Agreed.

DIRK: Speaking of outfits, though, look at you.

ROSEBOT: You like it?

DIRK: It's chic.

DIRK: I dig the return of the hood.

DIRK: You could deliver a whole hell of a lot of cryptic prophecies out from under that sucker.

ROSEBOT: Yes, well, I figured that if I'm to appear before our chosen peoples as a harbinger of their simultaneous doom and salvation, I may as well look the part.

DIRK: Do you feel the part?

ROSEBOT: It doesn't really matter what I feel.

ROSEBOT: We have a job to do, and I'm trying to enjoy myself to the best of my ability while we do it.

DIRK: Trying, huh.

ROSEBOT: Speaking frankly, I've grown tired of...

ROSEBOT: This.

ROSEBOT: Fussing over all the tedious minutiae of getting the baby's room ready.

ROSEBOT: The prospect of this Contest was entertaining to me for a time, but the longer it drags on, the closer we draw to the due date, the more it... repulses me.

ROSEBOT: I'm glad you've agreed that we're basically done tinkering here. I don't think I have much more patience for it.

DIRK: I can tell.

ROSEBOT: I'm also glad you've elected to hear Terezi out vis-a-vis the timeskip and save us the hassle of guiding the Deltritans manually.

ROSEBOT: I know it must be hard for you.

ROSEBOT: Dirk?

ROSEBOT: Dirk.

DIRK: Sorry.

DIRK: Got caught up with something.

ROSEBOT: Far be it from me to stand between you and your enigmatic somethings.

DIRK: You're welcome to stand wherever you like.

DIRK: Anyway, no, it isn't that hard for me.

DIRK: It'd be fun, but as I keep having to explain to people, I'm willing to compromise on certain points.

DIRK: Though I will say it's unfortunate to hear you making them, instead of our complainer on retainer.

ROSEBOT: What can I say?

ROSEBOT: I don't feel particularly inclined to play house right now.

DIRK: Not even with me, huh?

ROSEBOT: Not even with you.

ROSE: Thank you for taking me with you, Dirk.

DIRK: Yeah?

ROSE: I may be less than enchanted with this stage of the work, but I know it's important.

ROSE: It's just straying dangerously close to a lot of things I'm trying not to fixate on right now.

ROSE: Wounds that are still fresh, for me as a sum and for the myriad legions of my parts.

ROSE: Home.

ROSE: Family.

ROSE: Petty, little things.

ROSE: Personal things.

DIRK: Those are important, too.

ROSE: Not as important as this is.

ROSE: For all my temporary discomfort with the prospect of settling down on Deltritus and starting what could very loosely be considered a family with you, I want you to know that my heart is in what we're working towards-

DIRK: Technically, you don't have a heart.

ROSE: Shut up.

ROSE: - and that I'm happy to be here with you.

ROSE: Not drifting around in a constrictive, small pond, getting caught up in trivialities like politics and celebrity and romance,

ROSE: But saving the fucking universe.

DIRK: ...

DIRK: Well.

DIRK: You're welcome.

DIRK: I don't think there's anyone I'd rather be doing this with than you.

DIRK: The rest of them just don't have it in them right now to understand what it is we're fighting for, here.

DIRK: They can't grasp the stakes.

DIRK: Even now, they're on their way here, actively trying to stop us from saving them all.

DIRK: They'll probably catch us right before our entrance into the Game, actually.

DIRK: I won't insult you by asking if you're going to be okay when the time comes to face them, demanding answers they won't accept to questions they aren't even asking, because I know that you will.

DIRK: So I'm glad to have you with me.

DIRK: I'm glad you understand.

DIRK: I'm doing this for all of us.

#homestuck #homestuck^2 #homestuck^2 act 1 #rose lalonde #rosebot #dirk strider #page 610 #page 611 #page 612 #page 613 #page 614

[davekat-sucks]

I do not read DNI because stupid baby gatekeeping tools don’t actually work and who has time to know everyone’s squinks. Still! We have to monitor our own experiences online. Good! Great! But also- we’re all Homestuck fans! We’re at the bottom of the totem pole for internet fandoms! Less than hetalia, people! Being an anti in this fandom is akin to sucking on a gas pipe and then yelling at everyone else that your lungs are filled with smog! You are a fan of a story with a character like Dirk Strider!? Wasn’t one of the midnight crew members sexually attracted to dogs? What Homestuck did you guys read? Why even use terms like pro ship!? It’s so stupid! Everyone here is for shipping, just some people like to play make believe like Dave didn’t hit on Roxy when he met her. I don’t have time to learn everyone else’s delusions only my own!

I had wondered why these anits would be around in series or topics that have mature or adult rated themes. From murder, sex, gore, violence, and such. Different series may play it off as a comedy, others a bit more seriously. Each have their own context of why they have these things. Most as well have been obviously rated for mature audiences. Shit like the ESRB/CERO and MPA ratings already labeling it as mature or adult rated. And other reason certain other mature rated stuff doesn't get mentioned outright is because of things like spoilers and shock value. Sometimes a scene is the climax that it is important to the story or it is the surprise twist attracts the audience since it's something nobody had expected out of a series. Nobody would have watched series like Madoka Magica if they had marketed the show outright it is about a cute anime girls and then something immediately goes wrong. It's all about the surprise with using the mature or adult rated topic. How it's executed also various. Just like jokes itself being subjective. There is also a difference for taking the series as it is to thinking everything or someone is problematic because x reasons. Like if a person knows what they are getting into, they can just either take it as it is or criticize how the media executed on using mature rated themes.

#fandom #fandoms

[loving-family-poll]

Ultimate Incest Tournament - Round 4

Propaganda under the cut:

Gerard/Mikey:

Vocalist and bassist respectively of my chemical romance. they are insanely codependent (describing themselves as the same person just different heights etc). gerard has also licked mikeys nipple onstage. good times

Gerard is decidedly super abnormal about mikey. he has written many songs about him that are always adjacent to straight up love songs. he has also been explicitly sexual with him (giving him a pantomime handjob, caressing his chest, saying he looks like a hooker etc etc) while also constantly babying him. theyre codependent and they finish each others sentences and theyre in ickydisgusting brotherlove❤️❤️❤️❤️

Grew up together as the outsiders in their New Jersey town and spent their teenhoods together in a musty basement. Mikey learned to walk by running after Gerard and face-planting. Gerard drew comics for Mikey and told him stories. They went to a Smashing Pumpkins concert together and decided that being in a band is what they wanted out of life. Mikey learned the bass because Gerard was in bands and he wanted to join. Gerard called up Mikey after witnessing 9/11 and told him they're gonna start a band. Everything they do is together, they love each other. And isn't it so much fun to turn that incest?

Mikey Way wrote a comic where the main character, who looks like him from the black parade era, gets a woman pregnant. Which isn't incestuous on its own, but she looks like the female version of Gerard Way from the black parade era. Love is love or something

Dave/Rose:

Daverose blondetwin sweep because they were codependent without ever meeting from growing up seeing each other in their dreams

What does it mean to be an abused teenage boy growing up alone and seeing a girl in your dreams every night who is also your best friend. and when you finally meet her you go on a suicide mission together even though nobody was asking you to die with her. and then you are the only two human beings left in the recognizable universe on a cold meteor surrounded by aliens but you’re glad it’s with her. and when you finally touch the girl from your childhood dreams she looks exactly like you. because she’s your sister

I don't have words for how good these snarky assholes are together. DaveRose is brain chemistry changing. They both put up so many fronts, and engage in so much snarky wordplay, and are constantly trying to get under each other's facade. They play off each other so well, witty and sharp, I need them to be together always

We all die & we all die alone are the two cold truths of the universe but dave and rose broke both simultaneously by ascending to godhood together

Their twincest wins because it is just so confusingly tragic? profound? dave leaving rose behind in a doomed world, dave following her to the bomb. they are both so closed & cut off & curt its hard to imagine the depth of these things. but that is their love language: giving up their lives for each other over and over, in a confusing and fumbling and heartfelt love song. i can’t say i love you but i know we’ll die together anyway. because we’re made of the exact same stuff. i’ll find you again at the last moment. that’s love.

THEY DIED TOGETHER, YOUR HONOR

Confirmed canon by the author, (something happened) between them. Parallels of dying by each other's sides in EVERY timeline. They are THE womb-to-tomb. There is nothing platonic about winking at your brother while talking about crushes, that shit is incestuous. Seer/Knight archetype. They will die protecting each other.

do you realize love someone if you don’t follow them on a suicide mission into the gaping maw of a literal fucking sun after they knock you out and psychoanalyze you in your dreams? the blueprint of the “ethereal androgynous blonde boygirl twins” trope. witch/knight dynamics. they find each other to die together in every timeline no matter what (but they’re still emotionally constipated teenagers who bicker and make fun of each other in pesterchum). kids with grown-up powers. perfect little freaks of nature. what if we looked exactly like each other’s eyes

#tournament polls #tumblr polls #incest poll #round 4 #gerard/mikey #waycest #daverose #dersecest #mcr #homestuck #tw incest

[nehetari-of-szarekhan]

Hello, I’ve have question regarding the anatomical differences between a necrontyr and a human. How similar are the two species internally? If I remember correctly in a previous post you mentioned that a necrontyrs possesses additional olfactory receptors beneath their eyes. How many other organs or features does a necrontyr possesses that a human does not?

The anatomical differences between Nehetari and Peter Turbo would be pretty drastic due to Mr. Turbo being a primarch, a gene-forged Demi-god, and thus would be filled with all kinds of weird gobbledygook organs of functions unknown.

Hello, this is the Mun here:

Necrontyr internals are not as different from a human's as you may think (almost startlingly similar). They were warm-blooded creatures that produced milk to feed offspring that they gave birth to live. They had a mouth and digestive tract similar to humans, a complete circulatory system, a hormone-based reproductive system, an advanced nervous system centered around a brain, a calcium based skeletal structure... ...you get the idea.

However, this is where the similarities start to divert. As you know, their homeworld was what the modern day Imperium would have classified as a Death World. Like if Catachan, Krieg, and Baal all got together and had an even more radiation blasted, moistureless baby. Much of the Necrontyr anatomy was shaped by their homeworld and the fauna (and scarce flora) that inhabited it.

For example - Necrontyr blood contains a natural antifreeze and temperature-regulating compound that prevents them from freezing to death, even in sub-zero desert nights (they sort of half-freeze then thaw out in the morning). It also helps prevent overheating during the day. This is essential because they do not have sweat glands (water is too precious); instead of sweating they pant sort of like dogs do on Earth, or if it's really hot they can go into a low-activity state where their body slows down to produce less heat.

Another survival trait of the Necrontyr is in their vocal folds: they are capable of a much broader range of sound production than humans. Nehetari herself can mimick just about any sound she hears, from the sound of a bolter report to the tiny, near-inaudible sounds that come from the waves of energy traveling through deep space. It is believed this evolved during the ancient days of their race, when being able to mimick the sound of an oncoming rockslide or a bigger, angrier sand strider was one of the only things that could save you from becoming something's meal.

On the topic of meals, the Necrontyr digestive system is designed to process large amounts of meat and fat quickly. This, paired with their naturally razor-sharp teeth, seem to suggest that the ancestors of the Necrontyr were originally carnivores, which slowly turned omnivorous over time. Meat was more plentiful than edible plant life on their homeworld (lots and lots of insects). The reason why Nehetari hates sweet food is partly caused by this naturally low-carb diet - the Necrontyr body can quickly become overwhelmed when too much sugar enters their bloodstream, as they cannot regulate it properly.

And lastly (for now at least): it's not an internal trait per-se, but it's not an apparent one either. Necrontyr feet can grip almost was well as their hands do, but what's more, they actually change their shape instinctively (or intentionally, if they so chose) depending on what surface they're standing on. From the top, and when standing on a hard, flat surface, the Necrontyr foot looks almost identical to a human's save for stubby claws instead nails. However, from the bottom, Necrontyr feet look almost like that of a gecko. Those many folds can shift, unfold, and re-arrange themselves. When standing on a soft and unsteady surface like sand, the sole of the foot spreads out and becomes more flexible, making movement easier and more stable. When standing on a rocky or uneven surface, they grip it with their toes, and the folds form a sort of dry-adhesion bond to the surface, allowing them to better cling on. They can't walk up 90-degree or perfectly flat surfaces, but they are absolutely stellar climbers. (It was a good thing Necrontyr got so used to being on flat surfaces as they became more advanced. Else, they would have spent the first thousand years or so as Necrons constantly falling off shit. The pads did not accompany them into their metal bodies).

I have many other headcanons for Necrontyr specific biology, but these are my favorites so far.

#Nehetari #Necrontyr #necrons #necrontyr headcanons #oc shenanigans #none of this is canon #i just think it's fun #necrontyr biology #i love their little flexi-foot pads

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

for the ask game: homestuck

I want to preface this with that anything I say about these characters is going to be incredibly abnormal because Homestuck was my hyperfixation media from the ages of 13-16 and it was there for me at a time when nobody else was (half joking) so basically I'm shifting into autistic teenager mode, which is the cringest of all possible modes for this answer.

Blorbo: Dave Strider for sure, although I do want to give a special shout out to Roxy Lalonde here as well because my friends got me into Homestuck by diagnosing me with Roxy-kin. I'm a strilonde girlie to my core, but Dave is my forever girl.

Skrunkly (my baby): Again I have two, there are truly so many characters in this comic. Nepeta reminded me of my little sister at the time, so I instantly developed the weirdest older brother parasocial relationship with her. I'm kissing that cat girl on the forehead but I am also bullying her affectionately in an older brother way for being cringe. And the second if Feferi because look at her. She was my platonic waifu when I was 13, she has a special place in my heart.

Scrimblo Bimblo(underappreciated fav): The Mayor. It might just be because of his proximity to Davekat, the ship ever, but I think he's a neat little guy. There weren't enough cosplays of him because he was a chess piece wrapped cloth. my rotten soldier my sweet cheese my good time boy.

glup shitto(obscure fav): Kankri Vantas. I was a verbose autistic teenaged communist incapable of experiencing self cringe so you know...

Poor Little Meow Meow (problematic fav): You remember how I said I was a strilonde girlie to my core. You how I'm a complete fag? Take a guess. You were right, it's Dirk Strider. I will always stan a king who mailed his own severed head to a cute boy in an attempt to get a little kissie.

Horse Plinko (Character I would torment for fun): I think I'm gonna go with Vriska, but like the main timeline post retcon vriska, the one who was on the meteor with everyone and is dating Terezi, not the dead Vriska who is dating Meenah, Dead Vriska is a queen and I will not hear a negative word about her. Yes she did kill all those people, god forbid women do anything.

Eeby Deeby (Character I would send to superhell): Eridan. He'll pay for putting the incel moves on my waifu. I hate him. (not that much he's still like 13. but I do hate him a little bit)

#i should probably reread homestuck #I haven't since I was a kid it is getting fuzzy in my brain #homestuck #davekat #dave strider #roxy lalonde #nepeta leijon #feferi peixes #the mayor homestuck #tw f slur #kankri vantas #dirk strider #vriska serket #eridan ampora

[sorryicantquitequeeryou]

2023 Minecraft Mob Vote

Maybe you're tired of seeing this pop-up everywhere or maybe this is your first time hearing about it but I have some things to say!

The penguin has my vote.

Yeah, it hardly adds anything new to the game and I may be throwing away my chance at dog armor, but are you thinking of all the possibilities or just what's been shown to you? Do you realize they could pull a genie move on us and give us something that is technically what they said but not what we had hoped for? Do you know that we could end up with things that weren't mentioned based on the creature we choose?

Why have Mob Votes become so focused on how the player can benefit from the mob and not just focused on the mobs themselves? Every aspect is important.

I will say, I am biased as I know a lot more about penguins than I do about crabs or armadillos, but try to think of what a penguin is and what it does. A penguin eats fish, maybe this will have them be hostile towards fish, or maybe you can lure them like pigs or striders. Or perhaps you can have a use for those tropical fish clogging your inventory as food to breed or even tame/befriend penguins! They also lay eggs, perhaps there would be penguin eggs added to the game or special drops like with turtles when the babies hatch or grow. Plus, the penguins seem to be modeled after Rockhopper penguins, and here are some reasons why that's important and very interesting:

Rockhopper penguins are the smallest penguins in the world - The tallest stand at two feet tall which isn't even a full Minecraft block if they're going for accurate scale, which they do sometimes, so they may be small and cute!

Rockhopper penguins are social and vocal - they would be found in groups and probably be quite talkative. maybe that would be annoying, hard to say. They have their aggressive sides and their sweet sides, yelling to scare off enemies and bowing their heads affectionately.

Rockhopper penguins eat squid, fish, shrimp, krill, and other crustaceans - Though two of these are already in the game we may see a new food mob appear such as the krill or shrimp. However, I think it's far more likely that we see a colony of penguins swarm and take out squid, which I think would be fun to see.

Rockhopper penguins lay two eggs at a time and mate for life - It would be so interesting to see mobs in Minecraft that mate for life or that have dedicated relationships with one another beyond what the player dictates. Though it seems highly unlikely for this to be put in. We might get an egg for each penguin though!

And these are just what I found to be noteworthy of these cute little fellas. They could do so much more with these birds! The potential is vast and I am so excited for it!

I'm going to go look into the other creatures as well now to see if I can make as good of an argument for them. (Update: I've made one of these for each of the creatures and I'm still partial to the penguin)

#2023 mob vote #minecraft #minecraft mob vote #minecraft penguin #minecraft armadillo #minecraft crab #mob vote 2023 #mc mob vote #mc mob vote 2023 #sorry's thoughts

[thereal-true-ogilvie]

hey everyone i reread homestuck in the past week because i took adderall, decided i NEEDED to Understand it completely, and then immediately caught a cold.

i did it btw i understand it all now. i hated some of these characters for bad reasons. because the last time i read it I was 13. yknow. the same age as these idiots. i didnt have the lens of "oh my god these babies are literally 13." so now i hate them for the right reasons. also i kin dave strider. this is a normal and healthy thing to do and isn't going to affect my already-demolished speech patterns.

^^ (@/introject.irl.relationson instagram) but also i just think they would be because uh. theyre both just like me fr

anyways i do have coherent thoughts and ill make powerpoints. and like. a class syllabus actually. modules and shit. There are themes and whatnot to analyze. along with getting the timeline squared away.

i think i might be autistic, given how excited i get to analyze the game mechanics like captalogues and how the game is "intended" to go......... auuuugh its so cool.

anyways homestuck is actually good and im done saying its bad. obviously its flawed, i made a list of every character that says a slur, but yknow. products of their time and whatever it started in fuckin 2009. but the point is it's well-written and all of the characters are really interesting and the plot is complex but well-done as long as you give it the EXTREME EFFORT it requires to understand it. which most people dont want to do. understandably. but i did :)

cant believe people got in ship wars over this tho. insanity

#i be talking #homestuck

[hskinhome]

I DONT REALLY KNOW IF THIS WILL WORK BUT I WANT TO TRY

MIGHT BE LONG SO SORRY IF IT IS, IM SUPER CANON DIVERGENT IM SOME BITS

IM KARKAT VANTAS, IM A HOST IN A SYSTEM (BODILY 15 BUT IM 16)

IM HONESTLY LOOKING FOR ANYONE BUT ERIDAN AND ESPECIALLY DAVE, GAMZEE, SOLLUX, TAVROS, EQUIUS, KANAYA ,ROSE AND KANKRI

IM FROM A DOOMED TIMELINE WHERE I DIED AT THE END OF THE 3 YEAR METEOR TRIP, JACK CAUGHT UP TO US AND WE FOUGHT HIM BUT LOST.

I WENT GOD TIER BUT HAD MY WINGS RIPPED OFF, SO I WAS REALLY PROTECTIVE OF MY BACK MOST OF THE TIME

GOD TIERING FOR MY TIMELINE WAS WHERE YOUD GET TRAITS OF WHATEVER YOU PROTOTYPED YOUR SPRITE WITH, SO I HAD SHELL PLATES ON MY BACK AND EVERYONE HAD FEATURES RELATING TO WHATEVER THEY PUT IN IT

I DIDNT HAVE A LUSUS OR HIVE UNTIL ABOUT A SWEEP BEFORE THE GAME AND THEN I GOT ADOPTED, MY CRABDAD DIDNT REALLY HAVE A NAME EVER AND LOOKED MORE LIKE A LOBSTER OR KRILL (LOL CRAWDAD TOO)

MY GAMZEE AND I BECAME FRIENDS WHEN WE WERE REALLY LITTLE, ID STAY AT HIS HIVE A LOT WHEN IT WAS COLD OUT AND HE PROTECTED ME FROM WHEN PEOPLE FOUND OUT ABOUT MY BLOOD AND TRIED TO HURT ME. WE NEVER SPLIT UP AND STAYED MOIRAILS EVEN IN THE DREAM BUBBLES AND WE GOT "MARRIED"

MY DAVE WAS ALBINO AND WORE SUNGLASSES BECAUSE HIS EYES WERE SENSITIVE TO THE LIGHT. HE HAD BLACK CROW WINGS ON HIS BACK AND HIS HANDS HAD TALONS, HE COULDNT FLY WITH HIS WINGS BECAUSE THEY WERE TOO SMALL BUT BEING GOD TIER LET HIM FLY STILL. WE WERE MATESPRITES GOT MARRIED IN THE DREAM BUBBLES TOO, ALL OF MY QUADRANT MATES AND I GOT MARRIED

MY EQUIUS WAS MY KISMESIS, WE DIDNT START OUR RELATIONSHIP UNTIL WE WERE BOTH DEAD THOUGH. WE GOT "MARRIED" TOO, THOUGH IT WAS MORE OF US THROWING RINGS AT EACHOTHER LOL

ME AND MY TAVROS WERE MATESPRITES, HE HAD HIS LEGS CUT OFF AND CRAWLED ON HIS HANDS SO HE WAS SUPER BUFF, HIS ARMS WERE COVERED IN SCRATCHES BECAUSE OF HIS ACCIDENT AND HOW OFTEN HIS ARMS WOULD GIVE OUT WHEN HE FIRST LOST HIS LEGS. HE WORE HIS HAIR SPIKED UP LIKE A MOHAWK WHEN IN THE DREAMS BUBBLES BECAUSE RUFIOH HELPED BOOST HIS CONFIDENCE. WE GOT MARRIED TOO.

SOLLUX AND I WERE VASCILATING FLUSHED AND PALE, HE WAS SUPER NERDY AND I SWEAR SAID "UM ACTUALLY" UNIRONICALLY. WE GOT MARRIED TOO, THOUGH HE ONLY REALLY DID IT FOR THE FOOD BUT ITS THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS. WE HONESTLY WERE MORE FLUSHED, BUT WE HAD OUR VERY PALE MOMENTS.

KANAYA TOOK CARE OF ME A LOT WHEN WE BOTH DIED, SHE HELPED A LOT. WHEN WE ALL DIED IT WAS LIKE EVERYTHING BROKE, AND EVEN THOUGH SHE WAS ALSO SO SCARED TOO SHE HELPED ME THROUGH IT AND HELPED ME THROUGH THAT BAD TIME. SHE TOOK CARE IF ME LIKE A LUSUS DID, AND SHE HELPED A LOT

ROSE WAS LIKE HER PARTNER IN CRIME (AND LITERAL PARTNER) IM BABYING PEOPLE ISTG, SHE WAS LIKE LUSUS/MOM 2 FOR ME, I SWEAR THEY BOTH BASICALLY ADOPTED ME FOR A WHILE AFTER WE ALL DIED

KANKRI AND I ACTUALLY GOT ALONG REALLY WELL, HED LISTEN TO ME WHEN I NEEDED TO RAMBLE AND ID LISTEN WHEN HE WANTED TO. HE REALLY DIDNT CARE IF ANYONE WAS LISTENING, HE JUST WANTED THE PRESENCE, BUT I TRIED TO LISTEN ANYWAYS. HIS RAMBLING WAS BORING AT FIRST BUT IM PRETTY SURE HE WAS JUST TRYING TO BE GOOD BUT KINDA NOT FIGURING OUT HOW HE WAS BEING TOO CAREFUL. I MISS HIM A LOT TBH, AND I DONT REGRET LETTING HIM RAMBLE TO ME ONE BIT

SOME OTHER IMPORTANT STUFF IS HOW IN MY MEMORIES, THE DREAM BUBBLES INCLUDED ALL VERSIONS OF EVERYONE. SO EVEN ADULT ME AND THE SIGNLESS WERE THERE, AND I REMEMBER SEEING GRANDPA HARLEY A FEW TIMES!

I REMEMBER BEATING BRO STRIDER UP ONCE TOO, ALMOST TO "SECOND DEATH" BECAUSE HE WAS HORRIBLE TO MY DAVE. GOOD BROS ARE COOL THOUGH 👍

I THINK THATS IT. SORRY IF THIS IS TOO LONG, I JUST AM A BIT DIFFERENT AND ITS KINDA SUCKY

IM DOING THIS ANONYMOUSLY BECAUSE WE HAVE A FEW OTHERS WHO MIGHT DO CANON CALLS LATER, MY @ IS @xarcinogeneticist

Go message it if this sounds familiar!

-Mod Nepeta

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