#brain ghost kankri??

[cringefail-clown]

okay, so we know that godtiering heals you. tavros gets his legs back, vriska gets her eye and arm back etc etc. furthermore, it could be interpreted as healing perceived disadvantages. terezi wouldnt get her sight back if she were to godtier, because she doesnt see (pun not intended but here we go) her blindness as something that weakens her, quite the opposite - and when aranea heals her sight, she hates it and purposefully wears a blindfold. sburb would recognize her preference and honor it once she ascends.

we could go even further. once ascended, all your perceived weaknesses would be removed, and what weakness means varies wildly from person to person. harlenglishcrocegberts keep their glasses, as well as vriska - we can assume they never felt like their bad sight was any issue for them, so it was left out. for trans folks, and lets put myself under the microscope - if i were to godtier, sburb might throw my way a nice and quick top surgery, but leave the rest alone since i dont have any strong feelings about those.

it could even heal things like brain damage, chronic pain, migrains, cancer, anything that you feel like brings you down will be removed. alpha kids get their hangovers healed up. ascending basically builds your body up from the start, atom to atom, whole dna rewritten if you want it to be.

my question now: would it, or would it not remove karkats or kankris mutation, making them limebloods? everytime we see vantases who are god tier theyre ghosts, and their wings are not shown. it might be because theyre small (which is a popular headcanon) or they dont have any, be it because of their mutation or because its a feature of the bloodcast they originate from, or theyre simply hidden. either way we never see what the actual color of their wings is, which would indicate the color of their blood after ascention.

basically i have no idea. but its a fun thing to think about and ive been doing it for the past few days now

#homestuck #homestuck meta #karkat vantas #kankri vantas #terezi pyrope #godtier #either they dont see their mutation as a weakness anymore and they stay the same #or godtiering couldnt change their mutation (unlikely for me) #or they really just straight up switched their bloodcaste and we were just never shown lmfao #i think the vantases are limebloods thing is also just a theory but i like it so much im basically treating it as canon #i mightve missed some info about the godtier stuff tho so if i got something wrong/it was explained then lmk!

[meraki-sunset]

A lot of people were asking about the fussion trolls God tiers So here they are! Plus the dancestors

In case you forgot them or haven't seen them this is them. They were born like that in this AU, and their hemospectrum it's smaler and has diferent colors as a result.

I'll cover the story of their game as well as their dancestors and ancestors in another post

Here are the dancestors! Like in canon, they played their game and ended up scratching their game. But things went a little diferent for them...

The Legido. Araeta has Aradia's aspect and Nepeta's class, while it's reversed with Damlin, who has Damara's class and Meulin's aspect.

There isn't much to say about them, in the alpha trolls session it was Araeta who ascended last moment and stoped Jack noir. Damlin ascended in order to sabotage the beta troll's session, like Damara did in the original story.

Karlux Captas has Karkat's aspect and Sollux's class, while Mitkri has Kankri's class and Mituna's aspect.

In his session, Karlux took the role of the leader, his classpect Mage of blood should've made it easier to manage leadership (mage=understands aspect. Blood=Bonds) and the session went of well, for the most part, thos the ending was almost the same as the canon one, with them being traped in the meteor and people shooting left and right.

Mitkri was the seer of his team, but his vissions only consisted of fatidic scenarios, which his teammates often ignored due to his insistence geting in the way of progresing in the game. in the end, he lost his mind while using his powers in the final battle, losing conciousness. when he woke while his moirail restored his brain, his prediction had already been fulfilled and they had lost the game.

Teraya has kanaya's aspect and Terezi's class, and Latrim has Porrim's class and Latula's aspect.

As a seer of space, Teraya was tasked with the creation of the genesis frog and was helped by Karlux.

Latrim, she was the secondary healer of the group and kept everyone's mind active

Tavius has Tavros's aspect and Equius's clas, while Rufuss has Ruffio's class and Horuss's aspect.

This arrangement of class+aspect i did simply because the oposite of a heir of breath + rogue of void would've been a Page of void + Page of breath, and that would've been kinda ridiculous, plus i'm trying to have as many classes as i can.

Tavius literally has John's classpect now, he's more free than ever

Rufuss,on the other hand now has Roxy's exact aspect too, which is a funny coincidence. Like roxy he worked on manifesting things for his team.

Dear lord this two.

Erizee has Gamzee's aspect and Eridan's class, while his dancestor Crolos has Kurlos's class and Cronus's aspect.

Due to the wierd conection between the Amporas and Makaras this two would've shared class one way or another, since Gamzee and Eridan have eachother's dancestor's class, with Eridan being a prince like Kurlos and Gamzee being a bard like Cronus, but having the rage aspect like Kurlos and eridan having the hope aspect like Cronus.

I decided against having too Bards because i felt like a price creates a straigther path to destuction. Since a prince not only destroys his aspect but with his aspect, wich means Erizee would've appeared Rageless during the game but exploded in the meteor.

Crolos on the other hand whould've been manipulative like Kurlos but ill intended and gaslighty like Cronus, appearing hopeless until he ended up destroying everyone's hope.

His ghost would've kept instructing Erizee on how to proceed when he reached the new session, Erizee doesn't like him.

The heiresses to the throne of Alternia and Beforus.

again, to avoid having two thiefs (funny enough they would've been a thief of life and a thief of light) Vriezi is a witch of light and Meenea is a sylph of life.

when combining the two Serkets and the two Peixes you get a real interesting result, you get two very similar girls.

To me the fact that instead of them being thiefs, they both have "benevolent classpects" makes it all the more interesting. Makes you think how they can use good powers to cause harm.

Vrieri being the heiress has Feferi's will to dethrone the condesce (wich was alternate-adult Meenea) but Vriska's savage aproach to fighting. And Meenea, like Vrieri, looked forward to dethrone her ruling ancestor (wich was alternate-adult Vrieri) looking to manipulate and eliminate those in her way.

By playing the game, they both lost the chance to do so

if this two cross paths, it'll be a deathmatch on sight

If you haven't realized by now, this means, the two teams of trolls together, compose a full team.

It also means the dancestor's session was unviable from the begining, due to the lack of time and space players. just like the canon Alpha kids session

#homestuck #homestuck au #fussion trolls #fussions #fussion au

[teamsieben]

i wish i could just psychically beam blood moon into everyone's brains without having to write it but alas

who wants to read about a kankri ghost getting isekai'd into earth c and learning to recognize and deal with mental issues and also transing /her/ gender

#blood moon fic #i have so many vibes & so little actual skill

[rogue-of-light]

i feel like you'd know more about her than i would considering she's your character, but also yeah how toxic we feeling? lMAOOO (J) -KPA

AJFALSKJFA YEAH

alright shes a prince of doom, so she ghosts life by destroying doom

shes got toxic positivity going on however i dont think shell be a villain so ill say uhhh

i think something like- clicks in her brain that "this isnt working ):<" and cronus looks at kankri a little Too much for a little Too long at times and like "!!! am i just here to make you look straight???"

thus the break up

#[ kankri playlist anon ] #yas au

[radiken]

Classpects as Pokemon Types

Hi this is a thing I've had in my brain for awhile so I decide to let it free <3

Aspect Types:

Breath=Flying Blood=Normal Light=Psychic Void=Dark Doom=Ghost Life=Grass Heart=Normal Mind=Psychic Rage=Dark Hope=Fairy Time=Any type, usually ghost, steel, and fire Space=Any type, usually grass, bug, and water

Class Stuff:

Heir=Purely their aspect type (Unless blood color specifies differently) (eg Egbert would be purely Flying) Witch=Purely their aspect type (Unless blood color specifies differently) (Eg Feferi WOULD be pure grass but because she's a sea dweller she'd be water/grass) Knight-Secondary type is fighting (Eg Karkat would be Normal/Fighting) Page=Primary type is normal (Eg Tavros would be normal/flying) Seer=Secondary type is psychic (eg Kankri would be Normal/Psychic) Mage=Primary type is psychic (eg Sollux would be Psychic/Ghost) Rogue=Doesn't have aspect type (eg Roxy wouldn't be a dark type) Thief=Secondary aspect type (Eg Vriska would be bug/psychic) Prince=Primary type is something that's good against their aspect type (eg Dirk would be fighting/steel because fighting is good against normal) Bard=Primary type is something bad against their aspect type (eg Gamzee would be Psychic/Poison since psychic is weak to dark type) Maid=Purely their aspect type (Unless blood color specifics differently) (eg Jane would be pure grass) Sylph=Secondary type is fairy (eg Kanaya would be bug/fairy)

Blood type stuff (Unless overwritten by class typing):

Gold (if they have psiionics)=Seconday type would be electric Violet=Secondary type is water Fuschia=Primary type is water

Other stuff: Lords and Muses are legendary pokemon

Uhhh I think that's it, so like. Here's the main 22 as pokemon types!

Egbert=Flying Rose=Psychic Dave=Fire/Fighting Jade=Grass Jane=Grass Roxy=Psychic Dirk=Fighting/Steel Jake=Normal/Fairy Aradia=Ghost Tavros=Normal/Flying Sollux=Psychic/Ghost Karkat=Normal/Fighting Nepeta=Dark Kanaya=Bug/Fairy Terezi=Psychic Vriska=Bug/Psychic Equius=Dark Gamzee=Psychic/Poison Eridan=Poison/Water Feferi=Water/Grass Caliborn=Fire/Steel Calliope=Bug/Grass

#Homestuck #Classpects #Classpecting #Classpect #I have autism

[nekropsii]

No please tell me about kankri's relationship with religion I'm starving. I need kankri content or my brain will become jelly like a blobfish out of water

Let’s get this off the table first: I know what I’m talking about. No one can claim I don’t. I was born in, raised in, and currently live in the Bible Belt. This is all based on personal experience, baby!

When people argue in black and white when it comes to religion, it is very comedic. Because they don’t realize they’re arguing religiously. You’re arguing with the words of the church if you’re firm on the idea that there’s only two relationships you can have with religion, being either fully religious or fully atheistic. You’re either loyal to the church, or a sinner. It’s a hilariously American mindset.

Arguing whether Kankri is 100% actually religious or 100% actually atheist is a very, very dull, thoughtless argument to create, and I feel like it’s ultimately missing the point of a big part of his character. Kankri is inherently a very contradictory person. He is a hypocrite. It’s… kind of one of his main character traits. With just about everything he preaches, he acts inversely of. This social and political confusion is undeniably a result of his upbringing- most of his issues are.

So… Kankri’s a contradictory person. He acts in spite of religion while also perpetuating it. His methods of performing/ghosting the image of religion feel less like someone who genuinely believes in any form of religion and more like someone who believes in the kind of community the presence of church/religion can bring. That’s an awfully important distinction to make when you’re speaking of a Seer of Blood.

But Nekro, you may ask. What does this have to do with Devotion vs. Atheism? If Kankri isn’t one or the other, what is he?

In my mind’s eye, Kankri is someone raised either within a religion, or with the expectation of being involved with religion… But I don’t think he believes in it. Not anymore. Kankri is a raised-religious apostate still grappling with the expectations placed upon him for performing religion. He’s not one or the other. He’s stuck in the middle, and doesn’t know which side would be best- failing to realize that falling into one extreme or the other isn’t necessary. He acts exactly how I think someone who was raised to be the perfect priest, but then deconverted, would act.

And no one explores this concept, except for me and the Sovereignstuck team, because it seems like nobody is taking the time to process that there are more than two ways you can interact with a concept as broad and nebulous as faith.

Kankri is an apostate. Do not @ me.

#THE WELL GETS EVEN DEEPER BUDDY #YOU DONT EVEN WANT TO K N O W WHAT RELIGIOUS HELLBRAIN I INFLICTED UPON SOVEREIGNSTUCK KANKRI. #nobody understands Kankri the way I do. #I say apostate with affection btw apostasy is real and true and beloved <3 #cw religion #homestuck #sovereignstuck #homestuck meta #homestuck analysis #alpha trolls #beforan trolls #dancestors #kankri vantas #kankri.pdf #nekro.pdf #nekro.sms

[vikkirosko]

Masterlist Beta Trolls

♋ Karkat Vantas ♥️

Clear blood

Sick

Drunk

Romcom

Karkat Vantas x Reader headcanons AU Red string

Karkat Vantas x Reader headcanons Calm Down

Hanahaki

Royal blood

Rebel

Karkat Vantas x like him! Reader headcanons

Prisoner

Escape attempt

Karkat Vantas x Reader headcanons Dave's twin sister

Leader stuff

Monologue

Kill or be killed

Karkat Vantas x human ftm! Reader headcanons Random Player

Nightmare

Crab dad

Karkat Vantas x Reader headcanons Grub for a week

Condesce returns

Fight

Karkat Vantas x Reader headcanons Jealousy

Karkat Vantas x Reader headcanons Commander

Karkat Vantas x Reader headcanons Shirt

Karkat Vantas x fuchsia male! Reader headcanons Runaway

Karkat Vantas x Reader headcanons Impress

Sappy romance novels

Karkat Vantas x Reader headcanons Mage of Blood

Mistletoe

Harm

Trickster! Karkat Vantas x Immune! Reader headcanons

Rise as equals

How long

Karkat Vantas x Reader headcanons Like Kankri

♈ Aradia Megido ☠

Not alone anymore

Aradia Megido x purpleblood! Reader headcanons

Aradia Megido x Reader headcanons Haunted house

Aradia Megido ♦️ Reader headcanons DOOM

God, I swear Iam in love with you

♉ Tavros Nitram 🦽

Tavros Nitram x bronzeblood! Reader headcanons

Tavros Nitram x Reader headcanons Help

Frog

Tavros Nitram x Reader headcanons Confession

Tavros Nitram x Reader headcanons Brain ghost

Tavros Nitram x Reader headcanons Wings

♊ Sollux Captor 🐝

Sollux Captor ♦️ Reader headcanons

Breakdown

Cheated

Computer help

Hack

Sollux Captor x autistic fem! Reader headcanons Witch of nature

♌ Nepeta Leijon 🐱

Nepeta Leijon x shapeshift fem! Reader headcanons

Nepeta Leijon x Reader headcanons Shipping wall

Revenge

Beast

♍ Kanaya Maryam 🧵

Flames

♎ Terezi Pyrope 🐲

Terezi Pyrope x Reader headcanons Confession

All The Things She Said

Terezi Pyrope x Reader headcanons Discomfort

♏ Vriska Serket 🎱

Vriska Serket x human fem! Reader headcanons

Vriska Serket x almost blind fem! Reader headcanons

Vriska Serket x fem! Reader headcanons Cuddle

Vriska Serket x Reader headcanons Prince of heart

♐ Equius Zahhak 🥛

Equius Zahhak x Reader who hides emotions

Equius Zahhak x human! Reader headcanons Chivary

♑ Gamzee Makara 🎪

Gamzee Makara x Reader headcanons

Gamzee Makara x shorty! Reader headcanons

Grub for day

Gamzee Makara x seadwellar! Reader Headcanons

Bra

Slime

You're dead to me you piece of shit

Closet

This isn't your fault

♒ Eridan Ampora 🪄

Eridan Ampora x Reader headcanons Jealousy

Jealousy of Fef

I love you

Drunk

Nightmare

Eridan Ampora x Reader headcanons Anniversary

Eridan Ampora x Reader headcanons Feeling loved

Eridan Ampora x shorty clingy genderfluid! Reader headcanons

Eridan Ampora ♠️ transmasc catboy! Reader headcanons

Sick

Eridan Ampora x Reader headcanons Why Eridan

Mine

Strong feelings

Eridan Ampora x Reader headcanons Shirt

Eridan Ampora x Reader headcanons Period

It's always been you

Eridan Ampora x Reader headcanons First kiss

Heartbroken

Eridan Ampora x Reader headcanons Due

Eridan Ampora x Reader headcanons Cattier

♓ Feferi Peixes 🐠

Feferi Peixes x human! Reader headcanons Thief of time

Red for you my little cuddle fish

Feferi Peixes x Reader headcanons Black blood

Feferi Peixes x Reader headcanons Can't swim

Feferi Peixes x candy red!Reader headcanons Heir of Rage

#homestuck #homestuck headcanons #homestuck x reader #Homestuck oneshots #masterlist

[zenosanalytic]

Reply-Reply to Mmmmalo: As the Cake Lies

Yeah that’s where it was, when Kankri brought up Meenah’s cake!

I can’t remember seeing ALLOT of discussion about it, but there are def other possibilities than “she’s faking it”. Just as a for instance, she mentions at somepoint continuing her depression meds even tho, logically, she wouldn’t need them anymore as she no longer has a brain or a physical body(theyve got ghost-bodies I guess??), and this comment from her might have been meant to lampshade this later comment of Kankri’s. So it’s possible that, ala Gaiman’s take on hell in Sandman, Latula is enforcing her old disabilities upon herself in death for some reason, or maybe as a little characterization-clue from Hussie to suggest something about Knights.

Of course: that raises further questions about what’s the deal with Mituna and Meulin’s disabilities(given that Kurloz chose to sew his own mouth shut in the first place, and doesn’t need it to communicate anyway, it’d make sense for him to imagine it sewn after death).

#mmmmalo #Homestuck #Disability #Lies #Latula Pyrope #Kurloz Makara #Mituna Captor #Meulin Leijon #Homestuck Analysis #Homestuck Theories #reply replies

[pinktatertots99]

seer => refuse to see the bonds

brain: lets make a string of fate au. me: aight- brain: with kankri. me: oh- brain: and attempt a character analysis and deconstruction me:...basically an angsty mess? brain: :D me: .....aight.

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Your vision goes down for just a second, only to look away once you see your hands. You squint as you hold your eyes closed to forget the strings around them. You have four strings on your hands, two on each hand in four familial colors: red, black, grey, and a pale-ish pink almost white.

Your quadrants. You have all four filled with the potential of who the filler’s will be. The benefits of being a seer of blood you suppose, even if something like this seems a bit too literal, but you guess beforus’s society isn't the only one to give you a headache, no apparently paradox space decided to have its fun with you as well in making fun of your celibacy.

Your romantic quadrants are on your left hand on, the pitch is on your middle finger while your flushed is on your ring finger. Your platonic quadrants are on your right, your diamond is on your pinky and your ashen is on your thumb. It's almost impossible not to see them when you're texting out your spea-you mean your responses to naively thinking individuals and their toxic mindsets on the internet. The only benefit is you can't see your strings to the usernames on there, only in person so you suppose paradox space wanted to give you a break especially with how much of this has left you with a bile taste of resentment to everything you’ve been through up to being able to see them.

Apparently from what you’ve gotten from your dead god-tiered self after a rather frustrating but understandable conversation, a reason you don't talk to your dead selve’s very often, you're not the only one. It's a commonality in many of your other dead selves. The only difference was how close each one was to the classpect after death. Obviously your tiered self was able to not only see his own potential quadrant mates but also everyone else’s, while other versions of you could barely see just one of their very own strings.

You envy them for that truly. This power is so ultimately useless. You’d expect it for meulin of ALL trolls and classpects but you yourself? It spits in the face of who you are; a celibite troll with no interest in filing any quadrants whatsoever. You already get enough flack from the others in your ragtag poorly taught group of ‘friends’ you call loosely, you don't need this offending god-tier power to confirm to you that their naive way of thinking your celibacy is worthless is true because it’s NOT.

You dont need some stupid strings to basically play leijon’s shipping game for your quadrants. Besides that you really see no reason to even fill them, what just because some strings told you? No offense to hoofbeast-identifying individuals but that’s bullshit. Who goes by some string of fate to fulfill such concupiscent needs unless you're actually wanting such needs? Just like any other bullshit you don't look at what they're connected to. You try to just barely see them but it is hard when you need your fingers to do most things.

You choose to keep your head up, eyes rarely open only to make eye contact best you can, and you refuse to look at anyone else’s hands. It's unlikely you could be able to see their space assigned quadrants but from what you've gathered, besides your tiered self you're the closest to identifying so closely to your classpect out of all the dead versions of yourself.

You can't bring yourself to anyways even if you were able to, to see who pyrope’s flushed string went to even if you knew the answer you're not going to justify its existence because this power is just downright stupid its completely none of your business anyways your just friends, only friends.

You're like that with most of the ghosts here, you have no reasons to follow some god strings to your quadrants if you don't even feel for any of them like that anyways in any color. You use your process of elimination to confirm this.

The humans can barely do any form of quadrants, of course no offense to some such as porrim’s descendant and her matesprit-or girlfriend perhaps would be the more correct term yes. But any other quadrants is rather a hard one to decipher being one to fill anyones let alone yours. Even with your own descendant’s' friends you're highly not one wanting any of them as confirmable quadrants, who’d want to be immortally bound to a six sweep old in any of them? Forbid the romantic ones for that matter, you're better than meenah. Speaking of, you’ve already considered most of your ‘acquaintances’ as nicely as you can call them ineligible for any idea of quadrants, but it's not like you wont try and be as friendly as possible, even if they barely change for the better or are just insufferable to be around with.

Even if you did know your quadrants from these cursed strings, you really have nothing you can give a quadrant. You could try but you only have so much, especially if they can't fill their own end of the relationship. Your especially not fond of the idea of a moirail, you can take care of yourself just FINE you don't need someone to coddle you when you feel a little bit upset, you’ve learned coping mechanisms for such a thing to not rely on anyone, or be forced to, but that’d fall into a territory of beforus’s unjust treatment that you should save for another sermo-you mean conversation. It's a similar issue for the others, some form of dependence on them that disgusts you, if they do so for others though its fine but yourself you feel a knot in your digestive system over such a thought. Depend on someone to hate you in a healthy way, love you in a healthy way, look after you in a healthy way, the dependence and trust you’d need for such quadrants is...horrifying.

To get your mind off it you wonder if there ever was or is a version of you that never got these strings. The dead versions you’ve found so far have had them from what you were able to see if not faded slightly due to your lack of god-tier but that’s fine, you hate to stick your nose into others business’s unlike your stupid power. If there ever was a version of you without them you wonder how, perhaps he never met your ‘friend group’, perhaps english had killed him in his attack, or perhaps they were destroyed? You're doubtful, a prince or bard could, but you're doubtful on if hope or rage could destroy such a thing. But if there was a version of you without them you envy him the most. Not needing such presumptuous strings to try and drag you into quadrants and keep true to your vow, strings that have you believe you will break said vows for them, it’s truly something you wish you had.

You open your eyes, arms crossed and hiding your hands in them. It doesn't stop the strings from being seen near your boots but you can pretend that’s not yours, it's someone else’s. Your name is kankri vantas, and you have more important duties to fulfil in this afterlife as long as these bubbles remain unpoppable then to worry about some silly strings.

#home stuck #hs #homestuck #kankri vantas #kankri #hs kankri #homestuck kankri #hs kankri vantas #homestuck kankri vantas #fanfiction #i made this #this probably barely makes sense i just really wanted to write kankri and write a potential power his classpect could have- #-granted lookin back this feels more like a seer of heart power maybe? but ah fuck it he's just fun to write unfortunately lol

[hskinfession]

I can't stand howv Kurloz took a perfectly capable kismesis like Mituna an treated him like a fivwe-night old grub. That goes for Latula too! He had a traumatic brain injury. He didn't svwap thinkpans vwith a grub, so vwhy did ya treat him like that?!? An then Kurloz convwinced Mituna ta ghost me! Fuckin bastard... alvways knewv he vwas no good. And vwhat he did to Kankri ill nevwer forgive him for...

-A very frustrated Cronus Ampora

//

#Homestuck #Homestuck Kin #Kurloz Kin #Mituna Kin #Latula Kin #Kankri Kin #Cronus Ampora Kin #Last Name Unspecified #Rox Post #Not me making :eyezooms: @ a Cro in my box. Of course not.

[prince-ampora]

Little Lion Man~Cronkri Lyricstuck

INFO -far from canon -sadstuck -lyricstuck -au -was originally an animatic idea but i CANT DRAW

TRIGGER WARNINGS -poisoning -celibacy and breaking vow of celibacy -harassment -murder -gore -heavy angst

***

Weep for yourself, my man, Kankri watched from afar as Latula talked to Mituna. Jealousy filled his heart, seeing the two of them happy. Why did she choose him? She's too perfect and beautiful and he's... Kankri turned away in anger, fists clenched.

You'll never be what is in your heart Kankri grabbed the sleeve of the red sweater Porrim made for him so long ago. Despite his strong crush on Latula, he did find his heart wandering. And where his heart went, so did his mind. Latula hadn't even spared him a glance but... Cronus did hit on him an awful lot. But Cronus hit on everyone, so how was Kankri any different?

Weep little lion man, Kankri jumped, snapped out of his thoughts by an arm violently swooping around his shoulders. He reached for his whistle but the person beat him to it, clenching a hand around it. He noticed the webbed hand and panicked for a second, worried it was Cronus, then noticed the painted nails. Ah, it was Meenah. He looked up at her and saw her mischievous grin. Oh no.

You're not as brave as you were at the start Meenah reached into her sylladex and grabbed a small bottle. Her grin grew as she showed it to Kankri. He looked at the label, big black letters stating how dangerous the substance is. 'Silverpoint Poison'. Kankri's eyes grew wide and he looked at Meenah, shocked and questioning.

Rate yourself and rake yourself, Take all the courage you have left Meenah rolled her eyes and pushed it into his hands authoritatively. She turned him around and pointed at Cronus. "Give it to him, in a Faygo." Meenah reached back into her sylladex and pulled out a purple Faygo. She handed it to him and uncapped it, putting the poison in for him. She recapped it and handed the bottle back, and Kankri captchalogued the empty bottle and the poisoned Faygo. He held his head up and put his shoulders back, putting on false confidence.

Wasted on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head Kankri thought again about his and Cronus' relationship. Kankri had taken a vow to be celibate when he was rejected by Latula, but Cronus' constant flirting had tempted him one too many times. He had questioned his crush on Latula one too many times. Now he could fix that.

But it was not your fault but mine Cronus stood in his spot, chewing lightly on his unlit cigarette. He was blissfully unaware of the plot against him as he thought of things to add to his song. He was snapped out of his musical thoughts by Kankri approaching him, head lowered again, eyes not visible. Cronus felt a pain in his heart at the hunched posture, knowing Kankri usually cared very much about it.

And it was your heart on the line As Kankri walked up to Cronus, poisoned faygo in his sylladex, Meenah's words repeated in his head. "Get rid of him, and she'll be so grateful she'll date you." He took out the Faygo and looked up at Cronus, who gave him a questioning look. He held the Faygo out to him, "Feelings jam?"

I really fucked it up this time Cronus smiled and took the drink, "Sure Kankri, whaddaya need to jam about?" Kankri watched, nervous as Cronus fiddled with the cap, managing to get it off. "I just wanted to..." Cronus took a sip of the purple poisoned drink, and Kankri watched intently.

Didn't I, my dear? Cronus choked and Kankri's eyes widened. The poison had taken immediate effect. Cronus doubled over, in pain and choking. Kankri took a step back in horror, what did he do!? Cronus' head raised and he looked up at Kankri with pleading, saddened, betrayed eyes. 'Why?' He mouthed, falling backward. Kankri couldn't tell if the purple coming out of his mouth was Faygo or blood.

Didn't I, my dear? There is a yank as Kankri is pulled out of the memory. He looks to see Cronus' ghost, covered in purple and glaring at him. Kankri's eyes widen as he takes in the scene in front of him, seeing his past self standing over Cronus' dead body.

Tremble for yourself, my man, You know that you have seen this all before Kankri starts shaking, white eyes filling with tears. His past self trembled as well, leaking red from the eyes, and crumpled next to Cronus' body. He knows the words that played through his head all too well, "What have I done?"

Tremble little lion man, You'll never settle any of your scores Kankri watches as Meenah entered the scene, smiling. She smacked his past self on the back and congratulated him, kicking Cronus' limp leg. A wave of anger flashes across both Kankri's faces. Cronus' ghost places a hand on Kankri's shoulder. Meenah frowned at the sadness and regret that was on Kankri's face and left, huffing.

Your grace is wasted in your face, Your boldness stands alone among the wreck Past Kankri found the strength to look over his shoulder. In the distance, he saw Latula, the woman he fucking did this crime for. She was still with Mituna, giggling as they talked and occasionally gave each other little kisses. Kankri hung his head again, tears falling heavier.

Now learn from your mother or else spend your days biting your own neck Someone had noticed the commotion and walked over. It was Porrim. She placed a hand on Kankri's shoulder in pity, giving him a look of pity once he looked at her. She leaned to close Cronus' eyes and left Kankri to mourn in peace, keeping everyone else away from the scene. No one noticed. Future Kankri turns, hearing Cronus' ghost speak in a sad and angry tone,

" But it was not your fault but mine And it was your heart on the line I really fucked it up this time Didn't I, my dear? "

" But it was not your fault but mine And it was your heart on the line " Cronus' accusations get louder and louder, filling Kankri's ears. Louder than Kankri's voice was when ranting, louder than Kankri's whistle was when censoring, louder than Kankri's gun was while in a strife, and much, much louder than Kankri's warning ever was to Cronus about the poison. Kankri covers his ears in pain. Kankri's eyes fill with red and his ears leak red and all he can see is red. He crumples to the ground, shaking and crying and breathing rough and uneven and he can only say one sentence;

" I really fucked it up this time "

Didn't I, my dear? Didn't I, my dear? Cronus' face softens as he looks at Kankri, in pain and sorry, being hit with the full amount of guilt and regret he should have felt. His sentences get softer and quieter. He places his hand on Kankri's shoulder as he fades away, hearing Kankri say the sentence he should have said from the very beginning;

" But it was not your fault but mine " Kankri keeps crying but the tears lighten. His ears still ring but they stop bleeding. His heart still hurts but it keeps beating. His breathing still catches but it stops hurting. He did it. He killed Cronus all those sweeps ago, and he has to repent for it. He merges with his past self again, ready to go through the rest of the memory.

And it was your heart on the line I really fucked it up this time Didn't I, my dear? Kankri stood and looked down at Cronus' body one last time. In his heart, in his brain, flashed everything that could have been, if only he hadn't fucked it all up. He grabbed his sweater tight and turned away, shuffling away from the scene, the guilt, the truth. What he had done.

But it was not your fault but mine After that day, Kankri had gotten Porrim to help him make a grave for Cronus. It was shallow but did the job, and no one else knew about what had happened. No one seemed to care that Cronus was gone but Kankri. Kankri walked up to the grave alone, holding a purple flower he found, and placed it on top of the gravestone, crying as he spoke;

" And it was your heart on the line

I really fucked it up this time Didn't I, my dear? Didn't I, my dear? " Kankri dried the red tears on his sweater sleeve, grateful they blended in, and turned away, walking back to whatever awaited him with the others.  

#cronkri #sadstuck #angst #homestuck #oneshot #homestuck oneshot #Homestuck AU #cronus ampora #kankri vantas #porrim maryam #meenah peixes #mituna captor #latula pyrope #mitula #cronkri angst #silverpoint poison is a taz reference #eridan's oneshots #lyricstuck #little lion man #cronkri little lion man #cronkri lyricstuck #little lion man lyricstuck #far from canon #what actually is celibacy?

[betweengenesisfrogs]

The City of the Old Emperors: Thoughts on Openbound

DJay’s post reminded me that I have a lot of vague thoughts about Openbound, which I’ve never managed to organize into a coherent essay. In part, I was waiting for DJay to share his idea of Openbound as a kind of katabasis (journey to the underworld), which is central to a lot of my thinking these days. Now that that idea’s arrived, let me talk about some of my own.

Spoilers, as with all the best Homestuck analysis, for the book version of The Neverending Story.

1.

So. I’m very much in agreement with DJay’s big thesis that the shallow, annoying personas the Dancestors hide in are a ruse - a distaction, if you will. The dancestors present themselves as annoying, one-note characters, but they actually have a lot of history and pretty complex psychology if you look a little further - it’s just that at *this* point, after a billion years of living out their memories they’ve retreated into simplistic roles that they can safely play without engaging any more deeply with their past. Terezi and Karkat even acknowledge this, calling them caricatures. I love DJay’s term - “shades.”

I think where this really clicked for me was in in-story Hussie’s comment on Latula. He claims there’s nothing more to her other than being a cool rad gamegrl radgirl coolgirl.

This is obvious bullshit. Talking to her as Porrim reveals that Latula puts on the gamegirl persona as a way of dealing with other people, and she’s actually kind of relieved to be able to drop the act and acknowledge her problems. Relatedly, talking to Kankri as her reveals that she’s dealing with the problem of him awkardly hitting on her, which is one reason she retreats into a Gamegrl persona around him.

This is true for basically all of the characters introduced in Openbound. In-story, Kurloz is dismissed as a ridiculous mime when he’s helping Gamzee orchestrate LE’s rise and suppressing the agency of his friends (oh hey, Gamzee does this too, putting on the persona of “lolrandom incomprehensible prankster”); Cronus is indeed terrible, but terrible in a “what could have been kind of way” where he once had the chance to be a Harry Potter-esque hero; Mituna babbles and insults but only because he burnt his brain out making a great heroic sacrifice, Damara distracts the pretty significant statements she’s making about LE with vulgarity, Rufioh is pretty insecure beneath being Rufioh ...the list goes on.

So Hussie, in his in-story persona, is a god damn liar, and this is key to everything to that comes next.

The funny thing is, you don’t get the real stories from Hussie. You get it from talking to Aranea, which is framed as an act of “indulging” her, and by extension the author...but it’s only this “background” information which gives these characters complex lives and motivations beyond their personas. The effect it has is not of indulgence - the effect is to frame the whole dancestor ballet as a non-indulgence, revealing them as deeper than they seem.

(At this point, though, many readers will already be sick of them, and miss what’s really going on.)

Porrim would seem to be the one exception. In her case, though, I think it’s not so much that the reader doesn’t recognize her complexity as a person, but that her friends don’t. They stereotype her as being all about sex and relationship when her sex positivity is actually part of a larger goal of honestly examining her society. She’s the only one who can see the personas for what they are, since she recognizes it as something put on her from the outside.

2.

The theme of a voyage to the underworld (katabasis) can be analyzed a number of different ways, and all of them fit Homestuck. As an epic, Homestuck of course has an obligation to go to the land of the dead halfway through its story, so that the protagonist can learn something they need to know.

If there’s anything we’re learning these days, though, the protagonist of the epic Homestuck isn’t a character,  it’s the MSPA reader. It’s us who make the journey to Homestuck’s underworld. Meenah plays the role of hero there, with Aranea her guide, but we know that we move through which characters we control, each of them being temporary analogues for our will. We are the ones who descend into its hell.

(And now I think we’re finally figuring out what we’re supposed to learn there.)

Just as DJay says, the fact that these characters are reduced to stereotyped shades is all Lord English’s fault. Literally, they’ve been hollowed-out by millions of years of being trapped in their memories, thanks to his machinations ruining their lives, and now face his threat again in the afterlife. Metafictionally, we’ve been asked *not* to care about them by the narrative, in the same way Caliborn demands that we don’t give a shit about Homestuck. That’s LE’s great power over the narrative: the threat of apathy.

3.

I tend to think of Life, in Homestuck’s platonic-narrative symbolic system, as representing positive character growth, and by extension things that readers experience as positive development. It’s interesting, then, that the one who brings these dead souls back to life is Meenah, a Life player. It’s even more interesting in that it’s Meenah who deprived them of their lives in the first place. Thinking to escape a dead session for the afterlife, the Thief of Life robbed them of their literal lives, but she also robbed them of their chance to grow as a people. They are thus echoes and victims of LE’s nature as a being that cannot grow or change, and is doomed because of it. But also, it’s kind of Meenah’s fault. Her frustration with them echoes her own choices.

(Worth noting, though, that Tavros is able to persuade them to take part in the final fight against him! It’s subtle, but a little burst of Life at the last moment.)

4.

Openbound is full of good parallels to katabasis mythology. The dream-bubble afterlife echoes both Greek Hades and Christian hell. Homestuck’s dancestors are a lot like the shades Odysseus and Aeneas encounter: they’re faded ghosts, “shades,” who can’t speak until the hero gives them blood to restore their intelligence for a brief time. In Homestuck, what we - and Meenah - give them is a brief window of attention. But it won’t last, and it won’t restore them to life. But it’s also Dante’s Hell. Dante sees souls undergoing ironic punishments, trapped by their own greed, avarice, and lust. The limitation of their will is what keeps them in hell.

There’s one more descent story which I think is very instructive here, though.

And that would be the City of the Old Emperors from Michael Ende’s The Neverending Story, a tale which has quite a bit of relevance for Homestuck.

5.

The first half of The Neverending Story featured the protagonist Bastian being called into the pages of the book and the world of Fantastica, explicitly stated to be a realm made of humanity’s ideas, to recreate this world anew. In the second half of the book, he does so. Unfortunately, as he becomes more sure of his world-creating power, Bastian loses the memory of his own humanity, and begins to forget that Fantastica is not merely his plaything. Declaring himself Emperor, he tries to pretend he created it all, when really he was only acting through the power of another, The Childlike Empress. Bastian soon undergoes a spectacular fall at the hands of his previous allies and friends.Only then can he wake from his reverie and find the last wish he needs to achieve redemption.

But for that redemption to happen, he needs to go into a kind of underworld himself, to learn what mistake it was that he was making.

After being defeated by his friends, Bastian stumbles into a strange city. His horse disappears under him, and he falls - down, down into a crater, where there is a city of strange buildings, full of people in strange clothes doing bizarre things. Before long, he finds a monkey-like guide named Argax, who calls the place the City of the Old Emperors. These strange figures, Argax informs him, were all people from the human world who declared themselves Emperors as Bastian did, and this is the sad result.

“How did they get here? What are they doing here?”

“Oh, there have always been humans who couldn’t find their way back to their world,” Argax explained. “First they didn’t want to, and now, in a manner of speaking, they can’t.[...]”

“Why can’t they?” he asked.

“They’d have to wish it. And they’ve stopped wishing. They used up their last wish for something else.”

“Their last wish?” said Bastian, going deathly pale. “Can’t a person go on wishing as long as he pleases?”

“[...]No! No!” he chattered. “You can only wish as long as you remember your world. These people here used up all their memories. Without a past you can’t have a future. That’s why they don’t get older. Just look at them. Would you believe that some of them have been here a thousand years and more? But they stay just as they are. Nothing can change for them, because they themselves can’t change anymore.”

- The Neverending Story, Chapter 23, pg 378-379

Bastian learns that all these people used up their wishes, leaving them unable to understand or interact with the world. Imagination eludes them - they can only tell stories by randomly forming words from jumbles of letters. Because they didn’t understand where their wishes were coming from, they were left without the capacity for wishes altogether

Another way of saying this is that they were left without will. They have no will to impact the world, because they turned away from the world altogether, retreating into a false idea of themselves. A persona, and not a person who could grow.

This is exactly the position we find the dancestors in in Homestuck. In both Homestuck and the Neverending Story, the limitations of one’s own will are the limitations of one’s agency to influence reality, and the Beforans have given up their will. Theirs is the same mistake as Bastian’s, as Caliborns, and it leaves them hollowed-out, unpleasant, shallow people.

It is their ideas about their will that failed them.

From his encounter with the Old Emperors, Bastian learns the truth about his wishes, enabling him to make his last few wishes count, and bringing him to where he needs to be to find the Waters of Life and make his final wish a wish for his own capacity to love.

So what do we need to learn from the Beforans?

Like us, Bastian is at once both a reader and the protagonist of the story. Michael Ende uses Bastian’s experience to argue that readers have a responsibility to the stories they read and tell. We must give them dignity by breathing life into them, rather than read them in self-indulgent, shallow ways, and we must be willing to grow as we read them.

Homestuck suggests much the same thing. Just as Bastian needed to descend to the hell of the Old Emperors to understand his mistake, we need to descend to the hell of the Dancestors to understand the final confrontation with Caliborn. Like them, we are offered a choice. We are shown his limited view of the world - a view that reduces Homestuck to shallow jokes. We must decide whether we will become him - or set ourselves free.

And to set them free, from the hell they’ve made for themselves, we must also, difficult as it is, believe that the Dancestors can change, more than they can believe it themselves.

In presenting us with their ballet, Hussie challenges us with his favorite question: are we going to accept the surface level,  that Homestuck is just a bad joke full of meaningless flat characters?

Or are we going to take up his challenge to look a little deeper, to breathe life into them and believe there’s more going on beneath the surface - even, no, especially when it’s hardest to do so?

The dark hell of Openbound is the other side of the triumph of Calliope’s Rapture. Homestuck’s fractal structure reflects itself many times over, again and again asking us what we make of it, because we can make of it what we will.

But what will we make of it?

Ah, that is our story, and will be told another time.

#the meta theological thesis #openbound #dancestors #lord english #the neverending story #the power of ideas #understanding homestuck #homestuck is shaped like itself #gnostic influences #the rapture #katabasis #homestuck fandom #meenahbound #life aspect #beforans

[beautifulmorningstar]

Mituna Headcanon

Pre-Sgrub Mituna was as opposite to Sollux as day to night. He did have his mood swings and depressive tendencies, sure, I mean there were a bunch of future ghosts in his head foretelling their own deaths. But otherwise he often came off as light and optimistic, in his low-key way.

He grew up in a world that wasn’t outright barbaric and war-torn; he grew up in a completely different universe than the Beta trolls, after all. The Empress molded society into one that looked out for lowbloods, at least on the surface, and home was comfortable enough. The biggest thing that unsettled him about the planet’s circumstances while growing up was probably Kankri because Kankri seemed to see things that everyone else glossed over. Plus, there were some things that never sat right with Mituna regarding the highbloods, especially the seadwellers. Despite this, he reined in his direct nature and practiced self control for diplomacy’s sake (influence of Porrim rather than Kankri).

Otherwise? He was doing alright, as far as he was concerned. Sure, life wasn’t all rainbows but that was just life! He was a geek, but offset this by indulging in his passion for extreme sports (or skateboarding, anyway). He wasn’t a jock per se (Cronus was more built for that, the turd) but he wasn’t a total shut-in either; he knew pretty much everybody and what they were into. The friends he had were a good reason for him to hold on to self-control and battle the more extreme edges of his personality (he really disliked other trolls viewing him as anything but kind and great and Not Depressed™). He may have seemed a little distant, scornful, and impatient to trolls beyond his closest friends, but if anyone asked him for help he’d willingly oblige with a smile. Even if they were seadwellers (Cronus got a little fixedness though and a lot of lisping complaining).

A smile that Damara would return with the tiniest smirk.

A smile that set Rufioh at ease.

A smile that Kankri reluctantly tried to mirror.

A smile that Meulin would grin at.

A smile that Porrim approved of.

A smile that encouraged Aranea to keep talking.

A smile that Horuss regarded as sincere.

A smile that fascinated Kurloz.

A smile that Cronus wasn’t entirely sure what to do with.

A smile that Meenah secretly swore to wipe off his face, someday… although she thought it was nice enough when it wasn’t accompanied by seadweller “jokes”.

A smile that Latula would ALWAYS match in brightness and intensity.

He wasn’t the nicest or the most popular troll…far from it, sometimes. He was scattered, guarded, and kinda unreliable. And when Sgrub took hold of their reality and their entire world came crashing down, Mituna probably gave in to his mood swings more and disconnected from things to cope. He came off as cold then, sunshine armour discarded. His short temper, barely noticeable on their comfortable planet, was suddenly a constant saboteur when emotions were generally convoluted and trolls were doing things he deemed illogical.

Most infuriatingly, nobody listened to him when it mattered most.

But he cared so much about his friends, even the assholes that he didn’t really like as much. A lot of things in their group were being tested and Mituna foresaw their failure, though he wasn’t the first. We don’t know what happened to him but let’s imagine he tried to do something heroic in a moment of crisis for the friends he loved.

Post-accident, post-death Mituna was a (non-)living reminder of everything that went wrong near the end of their lives, and also the fact that they’d ignored the scrambled warnings. Sure, everything in the dream bubbles could be reminders of life before and during the game, but Mituna seemed specifically stuck in that particular phase of their previous existence. Why was he manifested with his brain damage? Ghosts take the forms of themselves in life, but surely he could’ve come back the way he was before that? Did it really hinge on that moment Meenah decided to take everyone’s fate into her own hands? It was the first thing that made the dream bubble ghosts think about which point in time each of them had chosen to manifest into undeath.

WAS it a choice? Did Mituna rather be the troll that he was after the accident, during the brief period right before death? Most of them decided that their bubbles were just a shadowy continuation of themselves after their end.

In time, in the unreal existence they shared, all of them got sick of seeing him that way. It became glaringly obvious that he now had little to no self-control, and although his personality was probably shattered into shards along with his mental state, certain things he sometimes said in his scrambled way hit too close to home. Some of the trolls even outright avoided him; Latula got questions (and looks from Kankri, frequent advances from Cronus) about her strong relationship with Mituna.

That smile was different now. The closest it ever came to what it used to be was during the rare periods of lucidity and calm that Mituna experienced, his temporary awareness of things as they were. The only ones who still loved it were his steadfast matesprit Latula, his moirail Kurloz, and occasionally Meulin and Rufioh. Even then, it was merely the ghost of his smile before, literally and figuratively.

#mituna #headcanon #homestuck #sadstuck #oh look it's the post i wanted to make 4 years ago #i know hs isn't anymore but my mituna angst has stayed with me too long #let me be free #also goodnight

[kujoz-archive]

rangerdew replied to your post “wait a second i shouldnt let my followers know i have 6 homestuck kins”

i think i speak for everyone when i say i definitely want to know your 6 homestuck kins. go ham

dont mind if i do! my 6 homestuck kins are: eridan, gamzee, brain ghost dirk, dirk lalonde, jake lalonde, and jude harley! i also kinned kankri for .3 seconds but dropped him after he got. u kno.

#rangerdew #im also kin w murrit from vast error! #gundham chat #homestuck

[thehopeymage]

Classes: Mage and Seer, Heir and Page

Alright, here we go again! I feel that this one is a harder sell then the last, so I've put a lot of thought into why i feel this is the most likely connection! That being said, get ready for a looooooooooong post 0u0. Also, if you want to read my post on the Thief, Rogue, Knight, and Maid classes, here’s a link!! 

The Knowing Classes, Mage and Seer!

This pairing is probably the most popular theory for where Mages belong, and since we know very little about Mages, we don’t have much to go on!! 

Here we can see Sollux, Mage of Doom, claim that in order for him to be a true Prophet of Doom, he must lose his sense of sight. This suggests, supported by  Meulin, Mage of Heart, who is deaf, that part of a Mages journey is losing a sense, but it ALSO suggests that Mages are prophets, much like the abilities we see Seers like Rose, Seer of Light, have! Along with all this and the fact that we see both Mages and Seers act as authorities of knowledge when it comes to their aspect, I think they are a perfect fit! Additionally, only Mages and Seers have been able to vividly hear Exiles and separate the exiles words from their own thoughts!

Mages, being the Active class, have/gain a lot of knowledge about their Aspect! Mages are known to be incredibly accurate when they make predictions about their Aspect! Although we only hear of this through Aranea, Meulin is told to have incredibly accurate ships! Additionally, we actually can see Sollux’s predictive abilities in the pester log I linked earlier! Strange how we only HEAR about Meulins abilities and actually SEE Solluxs... It’s hard to say what kind of abilities Mages gain with their classpect but the abilities the cannon Mages show suggest that they may gain some insight as to how their aspect works, or how their aspect may effect them/their group. Mages use their knowledge, in a best case scenario, to take the best course of action!

Seers, being the Passive class, gain knowledge of the future! Specifically futures that have to do with their Aspect. Rose, Seer of Light, gained knowledge of futures with fortuitous outcomes, as she explained on the meteor and explicitly stated, HERE, “My powers let me see fortuitous outcomes...”. End-quote. Terezi, Seer of Mind, gained the ability to see the future outcomes of specific choices! Although it’s a little difficult to decipher what exactly happened in [S] Terezi: Remem8er. but it could be interpreted as her gaining sight into a timeline where she made different choices! In Kankri, the Seer of Blood, we can see his post-scratch version see a timeline with a lot more interconnection in his races society! Doc Scratch said HERE, “But if I was a Seer, such [timeline ]offshoots would be fully within my domain. And if I was a Seer of Mind in particular, synaptic causality would be my specialty.” Synaptic Causality translating in layman's terms to the effects of peoples brains, or, more appropriately in this context, the effects of peoples choices! Although this is a less sound theory, its possible that Seers also see futures WITH their Aspect, Roses magic cue-ball acting as a representation of clarity. I personally am not quite sure about that one, but it’s a possibility! Seers have been known to often send people on quests as well, as seen with Rose devising the plan for their sessions scratch, and Terezi sending John to retcon the Timeline! Seers use their knowledge, in the best case scenario, to give advice and direct others through the best course of action!

With The Knowing Classes, we can see in both the characters and their abilities, that they care more about the metaphorical side of their Aspect then the Flashy Powers. Seers and Mages are ingrained in the deeper meanings of their Aspect! Their powers are knowledge based, and they dont really get sick flashy powers like everyone else does! Rose never cared about being lucky, but cared instead about Lights themes like Clarity and Fortune(fortune as in good stuff, not luck)! In order to find their opposites, we need to find a pair of classes that don’t care nearly as much about the deeper meanings, and more about the flashy powers and the raw feelings and surface level meanings of their Aspects! 

The Utilization/Embodiment Classes, Heir and Page!

I reaaaaally tried to settle on one name, but I just couldn’t, they fit in different ways.

Just like Knights and Maids, this is a good group to compare!! Except this time we have TWO pairs with the same Aspect, as well as an Inversion!! Once again, i’m sure this seems like an odd pair, but please hear me out! 

Heirs, being the Active class, gain, and even become their aspect! We can see this best with our Protagonist John, Heir of Breath! I call these the Utilization classes because you can see John use wind and manipulate it! BUT, I call them the Embodiment Classes because upon ascending to God Tier, John eventually gains the ability to literally become air! These names will make sense for Pages too when I get to them 0u0. You can see John gain more and more freedom throughout his adventure, starting with the ability to enter his dads room, then hold just about as many items as he wants, then hold as BIG of items as he wants, literally inheriting his wallet from his father, and then gaining freedom from the timeline itself!! John doing the retcon shenanigans could even be seen as him totally embodying the concept of Freedom! Equius, Heir of Void, gained irrelevance as he was killed and used as half of Arquius and then one fourth of Doc Scratch/Lord English, only being a source of strength for them. You could also see Equius’s blood being used to hide information about Gamzee and Lord English as him literally becoming the obscuring of information!  Additionally, although we know vary little about Mituna, Heir of Doom, and his story, you could say he gained a lot of death, even becoming, in an informal sense, brain dead before actually dying. And then staying that way even after death.

Pages, being the Passive class, gain, then exude massive amounts of their Aspect! Pages are told to have hypothetically infinite amounts of potential when it comes to their Aspect. Along with this being told to Jake, Page of Hope by Aranea and Ghost Brain Dirk many times, it was even hinted at by Aradia in reference to Tavros, Page of Breath, and his Flarp class, Boy Skylark. She says HERE, “n0ne 0f the really useful c0mbat abilities c0me int0 play until y0u reach a very high level. but i supp0se it will be rewarding when y0u get there.” We don’t have very much information about Horuss, Page of Void, but he did use to have a deficit of Void, having many useful skills, yet ended up, in a sense, gaining irrelevance. Aranea said it best during Openbound, “The Page of Void was a self taught master of mechanics, an avid patron of the fine arts, a passionate 8ody 8uilder, archer, am8rosia collector and steamwright. A poet, a scholar, a warrior, a lover, he was all that his caste demanded and more. A true troll Renaissance man. Yet in spite of all he worked to make something of himself, he amounted to very little. Responsi8le for neither great feats of heroism nor acts of villainy, he was just another game piece to 8e moved a8out the 8oard.” The only time we get to see the abilities of a Page is when Aranea takes over Jake's mind and releases his potential. During this, he LITERALLY exudes a massive ball of hope energy out of his body, causing mass destruction! I feel like I should say, when I say “exudes Aspect” I do not mean other people gain their Aspect from them just being around. I mean it in a less literal sense, as pages, after realization, have a lot of their Aspect, and by a lot, I mean a LOT!

If you want to understand Jake's lack of hope, then eventual growth into becoming a (literal) Hope God, I highly suggest checking out @punkcandy s Analysis of Jake's Arc. It specifically about his Sexual Objectification, but I think the whole thing, especially the last two paragraphs, do a fantastic job of summarizing his arc as a Page of Hope!! Go ahead and read it HERE!! Also, follow punkcandy wile you’re at it because they’re dope.

Now the big part...

Why these Pairs?

As I said, we have two examples of a Page and Heir of the same Aspect. These are John and Tavros, Heir and Page of Breath, and Equius and Horuss, Heir and Page of Void. First, Breath. We can see John and Tavros have massive amounts of their Aspect by the end of their journey. John has it in the form of pure unrestrained freedom, but Tavros does in a different sense. The Breath Aspect (as well as the Blood Aspect in a different way) represents leadership abilities, specifically being able to drive people to a goal! Tavros definitely has this ability (and a lot of it) as he gathers the BILLIONS of ghosts for his army through friendship alone! Now, Void. Now, we know VERY little about Void. This is no surprise because an entire part of Void is the obscuring of information, but in addition to this, the first and ONLY Void player to delve into the concepts of Void or what it represents is Roxy! Equius and Horuss never gave much thought as to their Aspects deeper symbolic meanings. The only other players who have never been shown to give any real thought into what their Aspects mean include John, Mituna, Tavros, and Jake. The Heirs and Pages. Although we don’t know much about Mituna, John never really thought much about what breath represents or anything like that, he just followed his quest and became a badass hero! Tavros and Jake's Aspects are very important to their quests, so they do talk about their Aspects, but never to a degree more in depth then “Hope is when you believe in something” and “Gosh I wish I could get around without my wheelchair.” Although they care about their Aspects, they only really cared about the literal stuff about it, Like believing and flying. They didn't grow by thinking deeply about their Aspect and what it means to them, they grew by USING IT (Hey, that’s why I used the word Utilization) to kick ass. Although their personal growth had to do with their Aspects, they never gave it more thought then, “I have a rad life now instead of feeling sorry for myself” and “Look at my badass army (Suck it Vriska)”

THIS IS THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF HOW SEERS AND MAGES ARE.

To quote myself from earlier in this post, “Their powers are knowledge based, and they dont really get sick flashy powers like everyone else does! Rose never cared about being lucky, but cared instead about Lights themes like Clarity and Fortune(fortune as in good stuff, not luck)! “ 

Additionally, we can see the inversions in cannon!! John inverts to one who knows bonds when he acts as the lead authority of Friendship to Karkat! Rose inverts to one who embodies the Void when she goes Grimdark! Sollux inverts to one who utilizes Life when he uses his many dreamselves to keep himself active, as well as his half ghost! Horuss even inverts to one who gains a lot of Knowledge before his entering, being a well educated “Renaissance Troll”.

Although this post is made to give my reasons for why I think my theory is correct, not fight off other possibilities, I feel it is important to say this. Thematically, Rose and Jade inverting to each others classes makes a lot of sense. But with how the Classes actually work, it doesn't as much. It’s an entirely valid theory, and I dont think points towards it are necessarily wrong. I will be going into what exactly I think of Witch's in my next post, which will probably take longer to write then my other two combined.

Mage inverts with Page

Seer inverts with Heir

Again, feel free to message me about any of this!! I’m always down to discuss!!

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M!A let's being your brother back okay?

==> Kankri: Call your brother.

You’re packing up from another day of pushing classical romance literature at undergrad freshman when it happens. Your phone rings, vibrating against the wood of your desk without a tune to accompany it, and you pick it up without much thought. You were expecting some sort of contact from your boyfriend at an unknown point within the hour, and the fact he was calling wasn’t that unusual.

The number on the screen stops you before you answer it; it’s your uncle’s number, and Seb never called you out of the blue. Immediately, your heart stutters over a beat, and the worst thoughts start ricocheting around your skull.

Was Dad sick? Was he hurt? Did something happen at the Marina? Was it so bad that he couldn’t call you himself? Was he unconscious?

Was he – ?

“Hello? Seb?” you answer in a single breath, the phone now pressed so close to your ear that you could feel the screen smudging beneath your skin. You didn’t give Seb any time to speak before rushing to the point you needed answered: “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“Karkat?”

Your breath suddenly leaves your chest and a ringing starts up in the back of your head, and your mind goes utterly blank. It was like someone had reached in and flipped your off switch – absolutely nothing was computing.

Because it wasn’t Seb that had answered your panic. It wasn’t Seb that had said your name in reply, and you couldn’t think beyond that fact. You didn’t know how to handle this development.

“Karkat?” he says again when you don’t say anything in return to the first time. “Are you there?”

Still nothing. You still couldn’t get your brain to kick into action. Words tried to click, but you couldn’t will anything into manifestation.

Because it wasn’t Seb speaking to you, and it wasn’t Dad.

“Kankri?” you finally manage to whisper into the phone, your eyes starting to water from how long you’d had them open and staring at some dot on the wall that you didn’t really see. You can feel the edge of your desk digging into your thigh, but, beyond the notion, you can barely register it.

“Yeah,” Kankri breathes back in a manner identical to your own, like he was relieved it was actually you. But who else could it have been? “Yeah, it’s me.”

Your mouth works, all the words you wanted to say – to yell, to scream, to cry at him – bubbling up your throat in a rush but failing to filter out in any sort of form. You can hear him on the other end, breathing. Waiting. For you to speak first.

The brother you knew never waited for anything, not when it came to filling the void with words. He always had something to say, no matter the circumstance. It was one of his greatest faults when you had been younger.

But he’s waiting now, and you aren’t sure how to handle it. You aren’t sure how to handle any of it.

“What are you –” you finally choke out, the palm of your hand slipping against the desk beneath it and startling you enough to cut off. You hadn’t realized you’d started leaning on it for support. You hadn’t realized you’d moved at all. “Where are you?” you try again.

“Home,” Kankri replies quietly. “I got home yesterday. My term ended and I didn’t renew it. I wanted to come home for a little while.”

“But…” Think, Karkat, you tell yourself. Stop acting like this in front of him. You can’t do this anymore; it’s been too many years. “But – why?” is all you can manage, because it’s all you can think. Why?

Why?

“I wanted to come home again,” he repeats softly and, god, he sounds so different from the last time you’d spoken but so much the same to who he’s always been, and you can so irrevocably tell that this is your big brother on the other side, talking to you for the first time since you’d stepped on that plane and left for the final straw that would ultimately break his back.

That this is your big brother that you’d loved and hated and looked up to your entire damn life, no matter what you’d tried to tell yourself in the days when you couldn’t bear to admit what you’d done to your family and to him. Because she had been his world as much as she’d been yours, and he’d lost her, too, and you had forgotten that in the beginning, but hadn’t been allowed to forget in the end. Because you’d been a spoiled, broken brat and your line had snapped and leaving to try and be better just hadn’t worked. Because you weren’t better, because –

Because this is your big brother that you’d grown up alongside and laughed with and fought with and screamed for when people called him a freak and a ghost and crossed themselves when he got too close, the lilt to their cruel smiles telling the both of you that the fear really was there beneath the layers of mockery and taunting. The big brother that you would defend with you life and argue with until you both lost your voice.

That you loved and hated and missed, and missed, and missed.

This is your big brother, and he’s calling you now for the first time in years you’d forgotten how to count, and yet now you realize that you’d never actually forgotten the sound of his voice.

“Karkat?” Kankri’s voice is startled, soothing, and scared in your ear, and you realize without any real surprise that you’ve started crying. “Hey, Karkat. Kar, hey. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It’s okay. Kar, Kar. I’m sorry I did this. Don’t cry. I’m sorry, Karkat.”

He sounds like he used to when you were barely a teenager and you’d done something that you’d thought had been the end of the world, and you’d shut yourself up in your room to cry it out and he’d gotten home too early and caught you in the act, and neither of you wanted Mom to see you like this, because you both knew it broke her heart to see you upset.

He sounds like Dad, when Dad was too far away to help you when you were alone and depressed and too damn stubborn to go back to Maine and make your problems anyone else’s. When you just wanted a parent to hold you like they did when you were small and tell you it would all be okay, because even a lie sounded true when it came in their voice.

He sounds like Mom, when you were little and when you were big and when you were saying goodbye through a voice thick with anger and you couldn’t believe any of it was happening, because life wasn’t fair and she was everything to you and now she was gone and you were never ever going to get her back, and you were angry, so angry, at everything happening that you’d forgotten that other people were hurting too.

He sounds like your world when it had been stable and when it had been broken, but not when it had been so lost you didn’t try to find your center again. Because Kankri hadn’t been there for that, and he could only be remnants of your past, even when he could sound like the figures who had tried to be there for you when you didn’t want them to.

You cry harder, curling over and sitting down on the floor behind your desk, hoping no one thinks to come in and see why the lights are still on with no one inside, and Kankri’s voice filters through the phone into your ear, embodying all the comforts of your childhood that you couldn’t believe you still needed.

“I thought you’d yell at me,” he says quietly between the shooshes and the whispered nicknames, and you’re crying too hard to tell him that you thought you’d have yelled at him, too. That you’d imagined this dozens of times, hundreds even, and each time had featured you screaming at the top of your lungs and telling him everything you wish you hadn’t done wrong and how you’d just been a stupid kid and you thought you’d be able to change their minds and make a difference that had never actually ever been possible for someone like you.

You’d thought you’d make him feel bad, feel horrible, feel every regret you’ve ever felt, yelling obscenities and fueling it the rage you’d learn to suppress and control. You thought you’d be strong through this, but instead, here you were: on the floor of your classroom, sobbing into the phone and letting him comfort you.

It’s not at all how you’d thought it would go … but, somewhere along the line, you understand that it was never meant to go any other way. Because you missed him, you missed him more than you could tell him, and all you’d wanted this whole time was for him to forgive you and talk to you again.

“Can you come to New York?” you ask him once you’d calmed enough, still seated on the floor, face wet but eyes slowly drying. You just wanted to see him at this point, just to make sure he was still the same person he’d always been. You don’t know where the stupid want comes from, but it’s there, and you ache for it in ways you had forgotten could exist.

“No, not for a while,” Kankri replies. You hear shuffling on the other end, like papers rustling together. “I’ve got a lot of paperwork to figure out and Sebastian wants me on the boat for a few weeks. Something about being understaffed.” Kankri chuckles, and it almost sets you to tears again, but you reign yourself in. “I think he’s just afraid I’ll run back off to South America.”

“Keep calling him Sebastian and he’ll throw you off the boat yourself and make you swim back,” you pipe in, scrubbing the heel of your hand across your mouth before moving to stand up again. You make a mental note to splash water on your face before Dave sees you, because this one was going to be a doozy to explain. “You know he hates it when you do that.”

Kankri makes a scoffing noise, one he’d made all his life, and it’s in that moment that you fully accept it’s him, talking to you now, willingly, even asking for your forgiveness, and a choke starts up in your throat again. You try your best to push it back down, but you’d always been a pansy, and now was no exception. You somehow hear Kankri sober up immediately in response, like it was palpable in the air you didn’t share.

“Karkat, I’m sorry this happened,” he says after a beat has passed. “I’m sorry about all of it.”

You absorb that, let it sink in and settle in your gut, warm and almost bitter, if bitter could be a feeling, and then you sigh into the mic of your phone. “I am, too,” you tell him, and he sighs back at you. “I’m sorry, too.”

And with that, you realize your life is changing again, repairing itself and fixing the mistakes you didn’t mean to make, and you hoped it was only the beginning. Because you had made a lot of mistakes, and you’d do almost anything to undo them.

#M!A: Bad Time #errrrr I skimmed through this like once to edit it and then ended up expanding it so expect a lot of errors... #thanks anon!!! #glad to have Kankri back)) #not so crabby // #Anonymous #NOSY SHITS