#300 - #301 - The Skitty Line Is One Of The Most Exotic Cat Pokémon, And Many Yearn To Own Them As Pets.

Little something while I work on other stuff eheh

Headcanon that Shadow has a cute widdle tail bc he’s babygirl and Sonic’s tail is longer to help w balance while running like cheetahs :3

Haunted Cactus

Hi, my name is Tato, and i saw a lot of folks interested in FateStuck, a Homestuck AU me and my friends are working on. These posts are to explain what it is, who the characters are, and what the general idea is.

Parts: 1 (You are here.) [2] [3] [4]

FateStuck's name was chosen on a whim, but thanks to my friend's help we've turned it into a general theme for the series.

FateStuck is the story of a Timeline that shouldn't exist, with players that are effectively Bastards of Paradox Space. their existence was a matter of chance, they are NOT destined to be heroes, and every one of them is in some way doomed to a terrible fate.

Fatestuck is the story of people unwanted by Space and Time, hated by the narrative itself, defying cosmic fate in order to carve their own path and decide for themselves what it means to be worth something.

How it Starts:

FateStuck takes place in a split timeline, starting when Vriska flew off to fight and defeat Jack Noir.

With her friends gone, and her "heroic fight" being for nothing, she decides to send a message to her human friend John earlier in his timeline, just to find something to do.

This creates a timeline split for John and his friends. John, chatting away with Vriska, finds his way to the Ecto Biology lab. John, just mashing buttons on the computer for fun, accidentally causes the machine to make fusions of him and his friends and their guardians. John doesn't really consider the ramifications because he knows this timeline will get erased anyway. So for fun and boredom's sake, Vriska sends some gene samples from their meteor's lab his way to make more. This makes 4 humans and 6 trolls.

John and Vriska decide, with no other options of escape from their doomed timelines, to venture into the Furthest Ring in the hopes of meeting eachother. Vriska teaches John to God Tier early so he can fly there like she can.

By now, Jade has died because she was too slow to enter the medium, Rose won't be able to God Tier soon enough to escape another way, and Dave has merged with his Kernelsprite to try and find some solution, only to discover with his fellow sprites the babies that John made in the lab.

The Kernelsprites, Dave Nanna and Jaspers, realize that not only is this timeline going to disappear, the nearby Alpha Timeline is initiating The Scratch, and the effects will be far reaching enough to even effect this branch of the timeline. Likewise, the Skaia Defense System is going to be redirecting the meteors these babies will be sent on to the new Doomed Timeline.

convinced John had some kind of plan or sense of duty in mind, the sprites decide to follow these children, at least the human ones, into the new timeline to look after them. They all collectively know that this won't end well, but trust John's judgement and proceed.

unbeknownst to everyone, a doomed version of Gamzee Makara is still alive in Vriska's timeline, and uses the yet un-destroyed Ecto Biology lab to create 6 more troll grubs. he and his Mirthful Messiah intend to sink their claws into this offshoot timeline for their own ends.

(Fatestuck is being ghostwritten by me, Luna Stardust. And i am also writing these posts. Happy 4/13 everyone!)

this will get to the right people

can you all say hi to my dog

Part 3, part 2 here

Fatestuck Trolls set 1 of 2

The FateStuck Trolls were made by Vriska Serket on a whim, after seeing John Egbert make weird fusions of his friends while mashing buttons. Figuring doomed timelines don't matter anyway, she decided to send John a selection of gene codes that her meteor's Ecto Lab had saved.

6 grubs were made, and as far as she knew, thats where it ended. Little did she know, Gamzee Makara survived Beck Noir's attack. Now, working towards unknown aims, he hijacks the lab and makes 6 more.

Half of these Trolls will end up on Alternia, or rather the Alternia of the human's universe. And the other half will end up on its sister planet Ainretla.

The following six end up on Alternia.

Fefkat Peites: Fusion of Karkat and Feferi, created by Gamzee Makara as a potential vessel for his Mirthful Messiah.

Name is pronounced: Feff-cat pie-tees

Trollian Tag: bubbleBeluga

Strife Specibus: Forkkind/Scythekind

Fetch Modus: Fishing

Lusus: Krab Dad

Once the most friendly and unassuming troll her friends knew, and certainly an odd fit for future Condesce. She advocates for equality among the blood castes, a trait likely to get her culled by the current Condesce.

Her passive nature and unthreatening demeanor made her seem weak to many, including her friend and protector Eriius. Or at least, thats what everyone tells her…

But truthfully, she doesn't remember a thing about her past. One day a terrible fire hit Eriius's home during a friendly gettogether Fefkat had arranged. And apparently, a Demon had been summoned.

Nobody seems to remember exactly what happened. But as far as Fefkat can tell, she must have taken a heavy blow to her head, because her personality took a big turn. According to her friends anyway…

Now she was short tempered, hostile, quick to start fights, actively antagonizing ANYONE who she feels insults her. Not helped by her now terribly raspy voice, apparently the result of excess smoke inhalation and throat burns.

…Still, she at least finds comfort in the new love she's formed. She met this girl on Trollian, someone as kind and sweet as she once was. Her name is Meeioh (pronounced meow). Talking to her reminds her of the good old days, however hazy they may be.

Fefkat and her made a promise, to not reveal their names or blood colors to eachother until they meet, as the game their human friends introduced them to is going to bring them all together on one big adventure.

Fefkat is most afraid of Meeioh finding out that she's a fusciablood, worrying it will jeapardize their relationship.

Unbeknownst to her, they're BOTH fuscias, and thats going to cause problems when their instincts to fight for supremacy of the throne kick in…

Tavlux Nittor: Fusion of Tavros and Sollux. Made by Vriska (with John's help), to make a version of Tavros with a backbone.

Name is pronounced: Tav-lucks Nye-tore

Trollian Tag: quakingApiary

Strife Specibus: Daggerkind, None (Bees)

Fetch Modus: Gardening

Lusus: Tinkerbull

Local techy of his friend group, specializing in Biotechnology. It started with a hobby caring for Bees, and studying their use in building hives to make computers. Tavlux's natural psychic communion with insects is so strong, he even uses Bees as a makeshift Strife weapon. And this lead to a further focus on insects generally.

Tavlux, in his neurodivergent obsession, has become an expert on the ways insects can interface with technological enhancement. From Husktops, to Grub-Games, to even artificial symbiants for medicinal use.

His talent in Biotech earned him a one-sided rivalry with Eriius, but that's water under the bridge now. He's actually much nicer ever since "The Incident."

Tavlux doesn't remember what went down, something about a Demon? Apparently that's how his spine had snapped… He tries his best to brush it off, say the whole thing was just some freak accident and that they'll all be fine. But he's gotten a bit more anti-social ever since all of this.

He's still very good at keeping up a casual façad, which tends to get most folks assuming he's fine. Eriius at least can tell how he really feels. Now their little competition for who can make the best tech is more friendly and supportive than before. He'd say they're Moirails, but somehow Eriius doesn't believe in that stuff anymore? Man, sometimes it feels like that Demon turned their world upsidedown.

Nepezi Leiope: Fusion of Nepeta and Terezi. Made by Gamzee Makara to make a wildcard player.

Name is pronounced: Neh-pez-ee Lee-oh-p

Trollian Tag: anarchistPrivateer

Strife Specibus: Coinkind (Though due to a technicality she uses a sock full of quarters as a valid weapon type.)

Fetch Modus: Scratch n Sniff

Lusus: Dragon Mom

A true punk if ever there was one, probably first on the chopping block for the Legislacerators once she comes of age. Not helped by the fact that she's also blind. (She doesn't say how that happened.)

To Nepezi, life is a game of possibilities, and the so called "authority" of any world exists solely to hoard all potential to themselves. As perhaps one of the only Anarchists of her generation, Nepezi believes the only hope for a fair and evenhanded world is one where ANYONE who steps up to claim power should be put to death.

She's got a fire in her heart, and a pile of quarters in her sock, and she's gonna take pride in beating down ANYONE who opposes her sense of "Justice for The People."

… Well, okay, anyone except Latara (Pronounced: La-tar-ah), who is perhaps her greatest rival in life. Their battles in both the debating AND literal sense are the stuff legends are made of.

…Okay, and maybe she's kinda cute. Nepezi supposed SOME despots get to live… >:33 as a punishment!

Nepezi is a furry, and lives as such with no shame. Likewise, she doesn't even bother to hide her blindness. Her keen hunting instincts are enough anyway, so why bother? Her sunglasses NEVER cover her eyes. If eyes are windows to the soul, then she is forever STARING INTO YOURS. (Metaphorically.)

Vridia Serido: Fusion of Vriska and Aradia. Created by Vriska, as some attempt at a post-mortem apology to her old "friend" Aradia. She thought maybe if their personas came together, they might end up with a better life than either of them.

Name is pronounced: Vr-ih-dee-uh Sir-ee-doh

Trollian Tag: vampiricRelic

Strife Specibus: Dicekind (Stolen from some Spider 8itch she met ages ago.)

Fetch Modus: Cup Game

Lusus: Ram Mom

Once known as the ultimate Time Waster of her friends, in a good sense. Vridia was the kind of upbeat friend you could spend an afternoon yapping with and never even notice the hours slipping by. She was maybe a bit clingy at times, but that was part of her charm.

…And then a DEMON killed her.

She is one of the few people who actually remember "The Incident." In fact, she bears the marks of it forever. Her throat is slit, her eye was punched to the point of blindness leaving a nasty bruise around it, and a stab wound in her chest.

If it were anyone else, their lingering ghost would likely be forever numb, their feelings gone with their life signs. Vridia, however, through sheer stubbornness and love of life, forces her emotions into being.

This does take its toll, she'd probably have faded away by now if not for the abilities she discovered in death. Where once she was a time waster, now she was a Time Drinker. Vridia can drink time from others just as Rainbow Drinkers consume blood.

How much she can take depends on how a given Troll lives their life. Trolls who keep busy, essentially having "no time" for other things, are right out. But folks who spend their days sulking in their own misery are fair game.

While she does feel bad about it, she chooses Eriius as her given target. He notices it the least, though still ends up feeling the fatigue if done enough. Having time taken from you is like draining battery, do too much and you leave someone in exhaustion, or worse, burnout.

But, with the aid of Time Drinking, Vridia can at least maintain some level of normalcy in how she feels. And with those that can see ghosts, she can even maintain some friendships.

…And, apparently even a romance? As a strange creature called a Human, her name is Halley, became VERY fascinated with her after accidentally contacting her on Trollian due to a seance she was holding.

Still… She worries about that Doll she keeps. Halley's favorite Doll bares a striking resemblance to one she's seen in her dreams, which seems tied to the summoning of that… Demon who killed her.

Gamnia Makram: Fusion of Gamzee and Kanaya. Made by Vriska (with John's help) as a middle finger to Kanaya for being such a fuddy duddy. She'd be "soooooooo humili8ed to be reduced to a clown."

Name is pronounced: G-am-nee-uh Mack-rem

Trollian Tag: neotericRags

Strife Specibus: Faygokind/Axekin

Fetch Modus: Miracle + Chastity

Lusus: Mother Grub

Despite being born a Jadeblood, Gamnia has an insatiable fixation with the various clown cults of the Subjugulators. Though perhaps not for the same reason most would.

Oh sure, she isn't opposed to making an act of violence into a grand display of brutality, her weapon is an Axe for a reason. But she's more in this for The Arts.

More specifically, a complete disregard for any sense of standards, objectivity, or standardization. To Gamnia, art is wild and unpredictable. "Skill" cannot ever be adequately measured in a world with so many different ways to create. And thus, skill is not and never was mandatory.

Outsider Art is where the finest beauty is found. And so Gamnias tastes brazenly include terrible music, loud clashing colors, and the shittiest sodas… So naturally she fits right in with the clowns!

She lives by her code of subjectivity to a degree somwhow more strongly than her own religious beliefs. So much so that, while she DOES keep clean, she has no interest in being "presentable." Her clothes are many years old, worn out and full of holes, and bleeched by the desert sun. By now she has to layer her clothes over eachother just to be suitably warm, and yet she refuses to buy new clothes.

Her dedication to the Avant-Garde has even resulted in her crafting edibles from Sopor Slime, of which she is CONSTANTLY using. A higher state of mind helps the ideas and dreams flow better, after all. And a little Faygo helps too… She might be called a bit of an enabler for such things, and maybe even a dealer to some.

Being such a Mad Gadfly of art, she developed a VERY one-sided rivalry with local art snob Mitrim (Pronounced Me-trim,) and a VERY Flushed romance with her long distance friend, Roxy Rose Lalonde.

After all, how could she not? An alien jester, with an obsession for japes and trickery, fixated on vibrant color and showy theatrics, AND she helped keep a shitty brand of soda alive? As humans would say, it was a "match made in Heaven."

And honestly? The idea that Humans are unhinged enough to worship ANGELS of all things? Somehow that disturbing prospect is… kinda hot?

Eriius Amphak: Fusion of Equius and Eridan. Made by Gamzee Makara, both to combine the most volatile trolls into one wild force of destruction, AND to troll Vriska, who never considered them friends and actively refused to use their gene codes.

Name is pronounced: Uh-rye-us Am-fack.

Trollian Tag: skulkingDeluge

Strife Specibus: Fistkind, Wandkind

Fetch Modus: Treasure

Lusus: Anglerfish Mommy

Chosen guard to potential future Condesce, Fefkat, and feared Prince of the Seas, Eriius was about what you would expect from a fascistic Violetblood. Practiced in the noble art of Firearms, he was certain he would set Fefkat on the proper path to Tyranny.

…At least… that's who he WAS, until… "The Incident."

He remembers it all… Waking up in his own blood, his hand and wrist broken off, a chunk of his own head broken off, including his eye and some of his own brain. That he survived just goes to show how ludicrously durable Trolls can be.

His earliest memories now are of seeing Tavlux, slumped against the wall and bleeding from his back, Vridia with more wounds than would EVER have been needed to kill her… and in front of all of them, Fefkat.

Fefkat, glowing in a rainbow of flaming magiks, eyes empty yet somehow brimming with the hateful gaze of a God, and laughing… Laughing harder and harder, voice dripping with malice and pleasure, even while caughing up blood as the smoke and heat around her burns her throat beyond repair.

In that moment, Eriius could have reached for his pistol. He grabbed a hand crafted wand instead, unsure of why at first. But as shadows flowed in the air around him, his soul feeling a connection to some ancient void where forgotten lores fade and obscure, he knew he could do better than kill.

He aimed his wand, and shot a bolt of darkness at the heart of his friend. Fefkat screamed in pain, and behind her, the visage of a ghostly serpentine skeleton is ripped to shreds, and with it… Some of Fefkat's own soul as well.

She fell to the ground, and what little remains of the Demon's soul formed into snakes that wrap around Fefkat, and fill in the gaps of her broken spirit, fading into her and becoming entangled with what remains of her.

Eriius passes out. Apparently they were in his "hive" at the time, and after the robot staff had finished putting out the fire, they began tending to everyone's wounds as best they could.

Eriius woke up with his missing parts replaced by robotics. Tavlux's spine couldn't be so easily fixed, not without further research. Fefkat at least only had burns that needed treating, but her voice would never quite recover. And Vridia… she had no hope of being saved.

Eriius had no memory left of his old self, and decided that whatever had happened, its best they don't blame Fefkat for this. That clearly wasn't her in control. He uses what knowledge of Void Magic he can to erase Tavlux's memory of this. Fefkat had no memory of such to erase in the first place. And then, for his own safety and for the sake of his friends, Eriius cast one last spell on his own mind, to erase his abilities in Void Magic.

Eriius does what he can to pick up the pieces, maintain friendships, even while not really knowing anyone. He is an outsider to his own life and culture, having no real connection to their lores and customs.

He maintained his close friendship with Fefkat, especially after all this, because now neither of them remembered their past selves. Fefkat had forgotten the joy and kindness she once had, and Errius was down to square one. At least now they could explore their new senses of self together.

Would you trust him with the Amulet of Kings?

Part 2 of this

The FateStuck Humans

The FateStuck humans are all fusions of John, his friends, and their guardians, made via button mashing in the Ecto Biology Lab.

Thankfully, due to the lab's nature as both a cloning facility for Carapacian Soldiers, and a means of repopulation for victorious Sburb players, the lab itself can compensate for a lack of variety in gene selection, and apply mutation where necessary to create healthy Paradox Clones, making incest impossible. Were it possible, John's button mashing would have had MUCH darker implications.

Each human is not necessarily a perfect mix of their host parent's abilities and personalities, though they may share certain qualities that flavor their own perspectives and sense of self. The cast is, as follows.

June Sassacre. Fusion of John Egbert and Jane Crocker, made by John Egbert via button mashing.

Chumhandle: dectectoBiologist

Strife Specibus: Zapperkind

Fetch Modus: Mint in Box

Herself and her Twin Sister were found by and adopted into the eccentric family of pranksters known as the Sassacres. Their grandfather, Colonel Sassacre, is the titular writer of Colonel Sassacre's Daunting Text of Magical Frivolity and Practical Japery. And this text in particular was the foundation of a lucrative empire of toys, prankster's guides, costumes, and puppets.

June, the heir to this great prankster's empire, is not so much invested in her destiny as a Princess of Pranks. Rather, she just spends her time (and sizable allowance) collecting and studying retro video games, merchandise, and technology. She even themed her Strife Deck after Light Gun accessories from old Shooter Games.

She's raised by a lovely pair of mothers, Mom Sassacre (A very stylish "down to business" kind of businesswoman.) and Mum Sassacre (A muscular POC harlequin who NEVER stops being a proper goofball for the Sassacre name.)

She has a strong connection to her online friends, both her human ones AND the Trolls that her bestie introduced her to, and is looking forward to playing the Prototype for the upcoming game Sburb, which will help them all to meet up and have fun adventures together.

Though in all of this, she feels a particular sense of danger. There's a foreboding atmosphere surrounding this game, and especially around her sister, who seems to know more than she's letting on…

Halley Sassacre. Fusion of Jade Harley, and Jake English. Made by John Egbert via button mashing.

Chumhandle: eschatonDisciple

Strife Specibus: Garandkind, Clawkind

Fetch Modus: Pentagram, Squiddle

June's Twin Sister, and another potential heir to their empire, though she has no interest in it.

While June was holding down the fort at their extravagant mansion on Sassacre Island, Halley and Grandpa Sassacre went to another island in Canadian territory for an expedition, Sassacre seeing connections between there and the mysterious Frog Temple that resided close to his family home.

Grandpa Sassacre dies of old age on this journey, leaving Halley to be looked after by the Family Pet, a mysterious two-mouthed white furred cat named Pounce. Halley was 6 when this happened, by now she's 13.

Pounce himself was gifted by some distant family friend, Grandpa described her as a "very blue elderly jokester." I wonder what she was so sad about?

Halley became hyperfixated on all things spooky, inspired by local Wicca culture villagers on this island practice. She considers herself a Satanist, and is actively seeking darker and darker forces to guide her on a path to glory. This has only gotten worse recently, now that she's been dreaming of a mysterious Violet City ruled by Crustaceans with black shells, which lay close to the domain of ancient primordial gods. Their guttural words are VERY soothing to her.

Nobody really knows what to make of her. Halley comes across as a girl who actively wants to seem strange to everyone she talks to, and while half the time she's clearly just pretending to be some kind of mad cultist, sometimes she seems to know MUCH more than she should.

One thing everyone can agree on, that old Puppet she carries around with her is very creepy.

The Strider. Fusion of Dave and Dirk Strider. Made by John Egbert via button mashing.

Chumhandle: daedalusDeified

Strife Specibus: Dual Blade

Fetch Modus: Clock

He has no standard name. You can try and guess what his first name is all you like, but even if you're right it makes no difference. He slashed that half of his own Placronym into dust ages ago.

The Strider lived a carefree existence under the watchful eye of his ghostbro Dave Strider, known by some as Davesprite. For the longest time, The Strider looked up to his bro as the perfect teacher, he taught The Strider everything he knows about wielding his awesome retractable double sword. That is, until a particular falling out.

One day, The Strider suddenly found his friends had ghosted him. At first he thought nothing of it, but soon he'd found his internet was having some serious problems, and it wasn't a wifi issue.

Dave, in all of this, shrugged and brushed aside any worries. He was acting suspiciously, and so The Strider suspected his weird techy ghost powers were involved.

This began The Strider's rebellious tendencies, which itself evolved into a philosophy on living. Namely, irony is worthless and genuine enjoyment is always the better way of doing things.

The Strider began genuinely enjoying bad movies, outsider art, shitty obscure soda brands (Kooba Cola is the BEST), and any and all works that go against convention.

And Dave… could not fathom ANY of this no matter how hard he tried, which quickly began to widen the gap in their relationship.

What finally got Dave to start taking it all seriously was when The Strider came out as gay, and made it completely clear he wasn't joking. That… took some time for him to process, but ultimately he accepted it.

Things were going well, and it almost seemed like they'd be bros again… Until Nannasprite hacks into their system and helps RR chat with him again, where he learns Dave DID mess with all the tech in the house, AND the TVs, AND the mailbox, and basically ANYTHING he could modify.

The reason? To hide ANY knowledge of Sburb, a game that Dave REFUSES to let his bro play, claiming that game will be the death of him and everyone he loves.

Not one to give up, and especially after being gaslit by his own ghostbro for so long, The Strider makes it his mission to play the game with his friends, the only ones he trusts.

… now what's this about "Trolls" joining the friend group?

Roxy Rose Lalonde. Fusion of Rose and Roxy Lalonde. Made by John Egbert via button mashing.

Yes you ALWAYS say the full name, she's always ROXY ROSE Lalonde. There is no middle name, and neither is an individual first name.

Chumhandle: tonicTroublemaker

Strife Specibus: Fistkind, Seltzerkind, Needlekind

Fetch Modus: Bottle

She's an aspiring Pranksmaster, and one of the few folks who know how to ACTUALLY use Prankster's Gambit as a battle system. She even has an alternative leveling system to work towards a powerful Joke Build, a "Low Tier God Tier" if you will.

With her understanding of Prankster's Gambit, and her wide array of Strife Weapons, Roxy takes fun and games VERY seriously, like competing in an arcade tournament with the joke character.

As to be expected from the girl raised by Nanna and Jaspers, a girl's bound to go through life on weirder paths when a grandma and tentakitty ghost are her parents.

She's a wizard at tech, a chemist of Tonic Mixology, a bundle of pure charisma, AND she introduced her friends to the Trolls!

That story aside, she's also kinda-sorta an heir to the Betty Crocker company? Apparently Nanna did some kind of "hostile takover" back in the day. And apparently that also ended in saving a stray cat? (Not Jaspers.) Anyway, now Nanna can buy out obscure brands and keep them on the market! Which is why EVERY subscription to the brand for monthly goodies comes with a free crate of Kooba Cola! (Whether you want it or not.)

She loves soft drinks, has her own dedicated """bar""" fulla fun mixins and syrups. She's staunchly against booze, even when she grows up she'll never partake, that's her solemn vow.

Plus, the extra seltzer makes for great spare ammunition! Efficiency always has a place in puns and pugilism.

The Squad that technically doesn’t even exist

made some rose lalondes using my latest public domain-based LORAs for the occasion. don't forget, you're here forever!

happy 4/13!