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You will get your likes eventually one day.

I understand the feeling, I click often the heart symbol when I like something and I wish I would get more likes myself one day for my stuff. Reblogging is also good but a nice heart is often more than enough to give somebody a good feeling about their work.

♥ -it!  -  Support the artist

The goal is simple - we thank Hussie for everything he’s done for us. For all the updates, all the people he’s met, everything he’s had to deal with - for making Homestuck. He made something far bigger than he could have imagined. I think it’s time we thanked him.

Everyone who reblogs this will have their URL added to a text file. At the end of April it will be emailed to him along explaining that these are all the people who want to personally thank him for what he does.

Pikachu: You call this shit good hot Pokémon berries? WELL, TASTE SOME OF MINE YOU STUPID ASSHOLE!

GameInformer took points off of X and Y’s review score because it ‘still feels like a Pokemon game’

Well what the fuck do they expect it to feel like

Seems as if they needed only a little more time to become accustomed to his scent. That or those Lusus like the colour red for some reason. Or he looks tasty to them.

IM JUST LAUGHING BECAUSE LIKE

'OH THE SIGNLESS WAS BORN WITHOUT A LUSUS ACCUSTOMED TO THE SCENT OF HIS BLOOD COLOUR' LMAO THE SCENT OF HIS BLOOD ATTRACTED EVERY ANIMAL WITHIN A FIVE MILE RADIUS FROM THE LOOKS OF IT

I’m sorry

Dream bubbles, a creation of the Horrorterrors. A alternate form of afterlife, some might say. Vriska was sure there was more after death, especially after a bunch of ghosts haunted her for a short time. But for now she was here, in her memories. She dated a doomed timeline John for a short time, but it didn’t work out in the end. //Because I want the Alpha Timeline John? Am I even the Alpha Timeline Vriska anymore?// Vriska shook her head. No time for such ideas. She had to find her friends. //Why? Oh, right, I have nothing better to do these days.// She thought about how to reach another dream bubble. //Mindfang's journal... Yes!// In seconds the Spidertroll was in her hive and was fetching the legendary pirate's journal. //Maybe I can find you with this. That would make my day! ::::)// She turned to a random page and started to read it without looking twice. //It should work, right? I mean, these are Mindfang's memories. She may not be here with me but........// The words showed her the way and she followed them quickly. The words flew out of the book and transformed into a bridge that lead her to another dream bubble. She landed on Mindfang's ship. “Fantastic.“ Vriska had butterflies in her stomach. It looked exactly like it was described in Mindfang's Journal. A beautiful, big ship built for combat. Made to look harmless to trick the enemy. Vriska was impressed as she started searching the ship. Everything was as she had imagined it. //I should make a trip with this ship at some point.// She heard the sound of knitting from another room. //Mindfang and knitting?// Vriska opened the door with a wham and demanded: “Who dares to knit on this ship?” Vriska got a soft laugh as an answer. “I do, my dear, but don't worry, I have a license!” The Spidertroll saw a grown-up troll sitting on the ground, her back turned to her. Vriska skipped into a battle pose. “Don’t come near me, grown-up. I have killed nastier enemies than you.“ “I believe you, little pirate girl. But there is no need for death threats. Especially if dead came already too one like myself, or too you.” Vriska relaxed slightly. “And who are you? Do you know Mindfang?” “Yes, I know her personally.” “Really?”, asked Vriska, a little excited. “She is the coolest person in alternian history! It sure must have been special to know her.” “Yes our relationship was pretty “special” my dear.” Vriska walked around the Troll woman until she saw her face. “Hmmmmmmmm........ I don’t recognize you........ Where you one of Mindfangs pirates?” “No dear, I was one of her slaves.” Vriska stoped. She took a closer look at the woman. “The Dolorosa...” “Exactly my dear. The First Troll-Lusus of a Grub.“ Vriska lowered her eyes in disappointment and sighed. She read a passage about Mindfang and her brainwashing of the Dolorosa........ The brainwashing. Vriska suddenly felt uneasy. “And what is your name, if you are allowing me to ask this question my dear?” “Vriska Serket........”, came the mumbled answer. “And yours is........?” She noticed in that moment that she didn’t know the real name of that woman. Only her title. It stands to reason that the names of the Signless and his entourage were erased from history. At least, she didn’t know them or more about that subject matter. She didn’t care for the history of the Signless that much. “I like Dolorosa“, the women said and smiled warmly. “It sounds good. Let’s leave it at that for the moment, okay?” “Okay.” Awkward silence ensued. Vriska loved and admired her ancestor, the mighty pirate Marquise Spinneret Mindfang. But even she couldn’t defend certain things she did. “Was it bad?” “What exactly are you referring to my dear?” “Your........“ Vriska faltered. She never faltered, ever, before anyone, she was confident, strong, cool. “Your time with Mindfang.” “Oh, it was fantastic my dear. Slavery is a fantastic lifestyle, you should try it out some time.” “No thanks.” The Dolorosa chuckled. “Well, my dear you should give me a little bit of company. I love to make new acquaintances.” “You goooooooot to be kidding me!”, Vriska laughed. “I’m searching for people I know. No time to drink tea with old ladies.” “We could play Baccara instead.” “Do you know flarping?” “I... I didn’t often engage in modern sexual activities, if it that’s you are referring too.” Vriska blushed and said fiercely: “No, you are way too old........ And dead........ And you look more like a good moirail than a matesprit in my opinion. For me anyway, other trolls could think otherwise for themselves.” The old lady laughed again. “That was a joke my dear. But thanks for the compliment. Do you have no moirail?” “None.” Vriska thought about Kanaya. Her old friend, her moirail. “Our relationship was at a chasm before I died. I didn’t know why, and worse, I flushed red for her shortly before I died. I wish I had talked to her one last time.” The Dolorosa looked sympathetic. “That does sound awful my dear.” //Why the hell I’m so talkative before this stranger? I should go........ But where to?// Without another word Vriska put herself beside the Dolorosa. “I hope you don’t mind........” “Not at all.” //And now I’m polite. I should annoy her and call her names, not be so friendly. But on the other hand........ She is........ Oh, gog, don’t think about it. Speak about everything, but not about that...// “Ahem........ Anyhow how is your sex life?” In that second the Thief of Light decided to kill alternate John for showing her “The Room”. //Curse you Tommy Wiseau.// “To be honest, not much lately”, said the Dolorosa, deadpan. “Sorry, it's........ I saw that movie and........ It stuck in my head........ Please, I didn’t........ Sorry!” Vriska blushed more severe than before. She didn’t want to be caught dead by her friends while she was nice, apologetic and rather open to someone. “It’s okay my dear. You are funny.” “I’m not funny, in life I was the strongest and most badass  Troll on Alternia!” “You don’t say”, the Dolorosa said, slightly intrigued, and smiled warmly. “I want to inquire about your life on my old home planet, if you have nothing against such a tale.” Vriska grinned. Somebody who actually WANTS to hear her tales. It has been a long time since somebody wanted to listen to her stories. The bubble began to change. Vriska's memories melded into the dream bubble of the Dolorosa. The Scorpio had to admit that a dream bubble was an excellent way to tell her story. “Your story is pretty good, for being a propagator of laaaaaaaame pacifism and love and being the mother of Jegus, but nobody's story is as good as mine,” Vriska said, smug and confident. She felt a little bit safer again. “It is often a matter of perspective my dear, and one story should be compared to others about the same thematic. My story sounds very different from yours in themes, succession of events and style, at least I surmise that fact.” “Yes, yes, yes, yes, you’re right. Gog, you are remind me of........” Vriska faltered. She didn’t want to think about her now. “Nevermind.” Vriska commenced to tell her story. The dream bubble changed accordingly and gave a 360° show with realistic sound and awesome special effects. She showed the Dolorosa her trials in her wriggler days and being chosen by the spider lusus. “This type of lusus is known for only eating trolls”, the Dolorosa remarked. “And their charge has to feed them.” “Yes........ Not a jolly job to be honest. I was pretty good at it.” “It is one of the most gruesome things troll society does”, the Dolorosa said frankly, no accusation in her voice. “You didn’t choose this lusus.” “No, I didn’t........”, Vriska said. “But it doesn’t free me from the debt and guilt for all the times I killed.” “Guilt is something”, the older Troll said. “A very good thing. It means there is still hope.”

Vriska continued to tell and show her the life she lived. She became friends with other trolls, crippled one, killed one and blinded another. Her tone was confident but at times a little shaky during that segment. //I........ It is like with John........ With her........ These are things only a moirail should know.// She talked also about her own mishaps. She boasted that everything that didn’t kill her made her stronger. The Dolorosa nodded and listened. “The Sgrub Game wasn’t really all that hard”, Vriska told. “I mean some of us where waaaaaaaay too strong for the majority of the enemies.

And with alchemizing you could build stuff that is ridiculously broken. Feferi accidentally built an atom bomb once using only bubble gum, a atom and rice crackers. Somehow. Sollux thought it was because the bubblegum was special or the crackers had pepper instead of salt.” “That game sounds pretty dangerous. Does it really destroy the world?” “Yes, but we found out about it after we started the game. Except Aradia, I think she knew what would happen.” Vriska proceeded to tell the Dolorosa about the final battle against the Black King, Bec Noir who stopped them from attaining the prize and what happened in the Veil. “It waaaaaaaas probably a little tense........ It was only a matter of time until a few of us blew a fuse........ Including me.” Vriska felt the sting of guilt again. The same guilt she endured as Aradia summoned all those ghosts to haunt her. Or on other occasions. //Argh! What is going on? I’m a Troll, only the strong survive and the weak perish. No reason to feel guilty, it is our way, our way........ Our way.// “The trolls are as violent as ever”, the Dolorosa concluded. “But in you, one of the most brutal and infamous of them, I see hope........ You are a confused young troll. Wanting to be the best but hindered by your feelings. You can still decide to change your way.“ Vriska stood up vigorously. “NO!”, the cerulean-blood shouted. “My way is the best and will always be the best!!!!!!!! It made me the strongest, made me the hardest, the most confident and the strongest of all Trolls! I only died because it was masterstroke of a brilliant young troll that can out-think everybody!!!!!!!!” “Oh........” The Dolorosa smiled. “Sounds like you like your Friend Terezi greatly.” “I DON’T NEED HER!”, screamed the Serket. “I’m the descendent of the powerful Marquise Spinneret Mindfang and I’m exactly like her!” Vriska thought that non-existent coldness suddenly struck and it became as cold as on an ice planet. She really didn’t want to say that. “Ahem........ I meant........ Ahem........” The gaze of the Dolorosa was unreadable for the long haired girl. “I........ I........” Vriska gathered all her confidence, conviction and strength. She wanted to scream that Mindfang was the best, that only a powerful warrior like the Summoner was capable of beating her, that she was a master of survival, the most feared Alternian pirate of all time, that the Dolorosa should have felt honoured that Mindfang made the jadeblood her Slave and Matesprit, that she........ She........ The Scene changed back to Mindfang's ship and they saw the Marquise and the Dolorosa in plain slave clothing approaching. The scene then changed to the desert, Tavros's Land of Sand and Zephyr. Neither of the two wanted to watch what would have followed. Vriska remembered the time she tried to mind control Tavros into kissing her. It felt creepy and wrong. She didn’t do it. But Mindfang did. “I can’t........ I can’t........ I can’t defend this.” “What is the subject you’re unable to defend?” Vriska dropped to her knees. “I never thought to say that but........ I’m sorry.” “For what exactly? For being a little loud during our mesmerizing conversation?” “No, you........ I’m sorry that my Ancestor........ That she........ That Mindfang........” “Yes....?” “I’m sorry that she brainwashed you and made you her matesprit against your will.” Silence for several seconds. The Dolorosa looked sympathetic and stroked Vriskas cheek. “It wasn’t your fault, my dear”, the Dolorosa said tenderly. “You’re not her.” The younger troll carefully pushed the Dolorosa's arm away. “I didn’t brainwash anybody to do........ You know what. But I’m a murderer. Mass murderer even. Eventually, I had no problem killing my friends. At first. The guilt crept slowly into me........ I........” Tears welled up in Vriska's eyes. “Come my dear.” “But........” Vriska looked away, ashamed. “Please, I don’t think I deserve........” The Dolorosa sighed, drew Vriska gently to her and embraced her. “Why........? I did so many terrible things........ All of them!” “Nobody is beyond redemption.” Vriska trembled. The waterfall broke. She began to cry. She cried like never before. She didn’t remember the last time she cried for somebody. It was something that would seem weak, but she did it anyway. It didn’t matter anymore, for the moment at least. “Why........ WHY?!”, Vriska cried out into the afterlife. “Why did I have to kill all those trolls?! To feed a useless fat spider? Why?! It was stupid and senseless!” “I think the idea of the dilemma was to make you independent, strong and ruthless”, the Dolorosa analyzed the situation. “Yeah, a monster that can kill everybody she meets with no sense of loyalty to anyone is SUUUUUUUUCH a great concept”, said Vriska between two intense sobs. “You’re not a monster.” Vriska weeped without an end in sight. “I hurt so many and I was hurt in return. Was I not properly punished enough?” Vriskas head sunk into the Dolorosa's lap, weeping relentlessly. The old women stroked Vriska's hair gently. “Shoosh...” “Stop it you’re not my........” Vriska began, furious, but then wept again. “Oh, Kanaya........ Where are you? Please, Fussyfangs who are you?” The Dolorosa stroked Vriska's Hair gently and papped her back. The 8-obsessed Troll looked up. “Well........ You’re a good enough substitute I suppose.” “There, there....” Vriska calmed down a little. This woman worked miracles on her, the young, dead troll thought. And she reminded her of Kanaya........ Vriska wept again. “Shoosh...” “Stop that! You are reminding me of........ Please no. It feels terrible. I miss her.” Vriska hissed. Impotent fury filled her mind. “FUCK! I want to see them again! Tavros, Terezi, Kanaya, John........ Anyone. Even Eridan. ARGH!” “It seems unfortunate that I’m like a person you care for.”

“No, no, its okay”, Vriska said fast in fear of chasing that ridiculously nice person away. “All right.” The Dolorosa used the next few minutes to pap the young troll. Vriska controlled her breathing as much as possible and tried to fight back the tears. “I didn’t ask for this.” “I know.” “But you had a choice”, Vriska said. “Why throw everything away for a little grub nobody wanted?” “Compassion and the love that exits only between most Lusii and their charges.” “MOST is right”, mumbled Vriska. “Mine could only scream for more food. Food, food, food. And the only thing she could eat was Trolls. And what kind of Troll would let her Lusus die?” “Not a good one.” “Yes........ I fed her........ The killing became so easy with time, and part of my everyday life. The weak perished. Burgundy, yellow, teal, purple, violet, nobody was safe. The color didn’t matter to me.” “Not a big fan of the Hemospectrum I augur?” “Strength has nothing to do with your blood color. I watched purple highbloods begging for their lives and burgundys fighting with everything they had, better than some violet seadwellers.” Vriska stopped weeping and felt relaxed. “What was the point of my existence? So much killing........ What I have done so far is not enough to make look it was worth it. That cannot be the end.” “You still exist,” the Dolorosa reminded her. “Your story is not over. Trust me, the opportunity may come.” Vriska hoped for it. A chance for redemption. “I’m so sorry........ I feel so guilty........ But I couldn't talk to anybody about this, with two exceptions.” “You’re welcome.” Vriska drew her legs and the rest of her body onto the Dolorosa's lap and curled up like a kitten on the legs of the jadeblood.

For a moment, she wished she knew how to imitate a purr like Nepeta. She tried it nonetheless. “It sounds you are trying to imitate a meowbeast my dear.” “Uhm........ a good friend of mine does it often........” “Sounds like a pretty special person.” “Yes........ somebody who knows how to make friends........ and keep them.” “You should ask her how she does that if the opportunity should presents itself.” “Yeah........ I miss that shipping cat.” “Sounds very familiar to my ears”, the Dolorosa said. “Did you see her?” “No, sorry. I meant somebody else.” “Bluh, bluh, whatever.”

The Dolorosa wiped the tears from Vriska's face carefully. “Are you feeling better than before, little spider troll?” “Not if you call me that again.” “Why not? It sounds mignon.” “I’m not cute, I’m evil.” “Evil can be very cute.” “That is total nonsense.” A innocent grin came across the face of the older troll and she started to tickle the younger troll. “Oh, stop that. I‘m not tickl........ Hehehehehehehehe!” Vriska's laughter spluttered, uncontrolled, from her mouth. “Stop that!” “Nope, that is too much fun.” Vriska didn’t know what to do. She could easily free herself from this predicament. But on the other hand she liked it. Kanaya tickled her at least one time as far the cerulean-blooded troll could remember. It was more fun than Vriska would ever admit to herself or to Kanaya. After a while the Dolorosa stopped. “That was pretty sneaky, tickling somebody out of the blue.” “The Signless loved it. He sounded like a little wingbeast every time I tickled him.” //I bet nobody wrote THAT down.// “Did you also tickle the Disciple and the the Ψiioniic?” “Yes. It was more fun with the Disciple though. She was always the liveliest and happiest of us.” “I’m sorry that it ended for your little family the way it did.” “It was so many sweeps ago; I had enough time to process it. And in death we are all together.” “Good to hear........” Vriska felt sleepy. Very sleepy all of a sudden. She felt weary, her eyelids heavy. “I don’t feel so good........” “You are probably tired my dear.” “I’m dead”, said Vriska, eyes rolling. “I don’t need sleep anymore.” “The body and the mind both need sleep. You lost your body, but your mind still needs sleep.” Vriska knew that. She did sleep in the dream bubbles but she thought that this part belonged to her memories not an actual need for rest. “Sleep, little troll”, the Dolorosa said and stroked Vriska's back. “I’m sorry........ I am so sorry........ For everything........ I hate myself........” “Shoosh. I believe you. You can still redeem yourself. You can. You only have to want it.” “I will get redemption........ All the redemption........ All of it.” “You will, my dear, you will.” Vriska closed her eyes, snuggled herself closer to the body of the Dolorosa and drifted into a long sleep. The Dolorosa smiled upon the little troll. She looked into the sky. Night struck the heaven as Vriska started to sleep and she saw the starry sky. “You can imagine really beautiful nights.”

      Notes:

Well, that is my idea how Vriska could be in a certain situation. I wanted to make her wish for redemption a little bit clearer by giving her somebody she could rather trust. And every time the B2 Trolls meet a Ancestor, it was THEIR Ancestor. I wanted to change that a little. And I think those two fit together.

  Thanks to SilckenSoul and Shaula from the MSPA Forums for proof-reading.

Hope you all enjoyed it.

Clothing choices

The Spell Fencer class in the game Bravely Default.

Question Squarenix:

Why not have the option to choose the type of clothing for this class? Why not having the option to choose between the attire that envelops the entire body and the sexy belly dancer outfit instead of having only one default setting for the female and male characters?

Everyone would be happy if we all had the choice between pragmatic-rational- and fanservice-sexy type of clothing, armour, etc., for playable female and male characters from the start in video games with no change in the stats.

Arwing (SNES Version)

An Arwing I have drawn with a tablett and MS Paint.

Homestuck crossover with Limbo... Fantastic idea, Alternia would be the perfect place and the trolls the perfect characters for it. Good Idea, really good idea.

limbostuck scourge sisters

Hades, son of the Emperor

Hades is a prince of his world But he was banished in cold He said he blew up part of the planet But he covered his sister with it No he wants to restore his honour Through creating more drama His plan was brave but dumb and banal Attacking 5 God tier's frontal The Godtiers fought valiantly against him He thwarted their attacks without problem Only Vriska was able to take a scratch But even she was in the end outmatched The Dogirl, powered by the green star Stepped into this escalating brawl Her powers created a stalemate Hades never considered that by any rate Then he was teleported away by his sister He was angry like her for that like a berserker His chance to restore his honour ruined But on the other hand it could have him killed Now he makes statues of Aliens And watches earth TV since He also saw BEN Drowned And he wanted him owned He searched the web all day long Until he found BEN's location He teleported to that place swift To catch BEN like a lift Later Terlock reprimanded the prince "That was a cosplay-competition you dunce!" Terlock was sad, but he made another plan His next project would be the capturing of Slenderman

Very sad, very warm and very beautiful

Light and Void

oh no my Lalonde feels ;~;

A Demon who thirsts for revenge

(A poem about the fantroll Zerera of my friend LeQha that I wrote) The Sharktroll in the Mountain Wants revenge and haunting Her enemy, an entire empire She wants to get it from his spire Her matesprit a brave man Died in a flying battle-can He wanted to be part of the best Now his exploded body has to rest She learned about his death soon She screamed her rage into the noon Hate for the alternian empire Burned hot like hell fire A pact she made with a strange gog A Horrorterror out of a lot She asked him for power and might He granted that wish in a flight Now she can hover and fly She can destroy and fry Every enemy that comes across Will soon learn that she is the boss

~And they lived happily ever after~

This was really dumb and a lot of fun to draw :D

Fantastic cosplay of that alien-pirate-fairy-psychic.

My sister as Vriska serket

Taken by myself, don’t remove the credit c: ♥

The Holder of Homestuck

In any city, in any country, you can go to any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to. Then ask the receptionist about the Holder of Homestuck. She will believe you instantly and lead you to the next cinema theatre that shows a romcom. Here you will meet a troll. He will be angry if you speak to him, but don’t worry, he is harmless. Cuddle him if you want, he will not get violent even if he says differently. He may even like it, but don’t overdo it, you could get into trouble with his blind friend or his fashion-conscious friend with the chainsaw. You have to ask him “Where are your friends?" He will lead you out of the cinema and to a circus. The angry young troll will leave you at the entrance and you will enter it alone and see the usual stuff. Tamers with lions and leopards, a bear that drives a little car and an acrobatics team that does great stunts on the ground. On the rope way above the ground is another troll, dressed as a clown. He will be riding a unicycle, juggling clubs and will come across as somewhat stoned. You have to give him some of the pies of green slime and a bottle of Faygo, both stored in a refrigerator nearby. If you ask him for the way without them, he will gently ask for the pie and the Faygo. If you are dumb enough to wait for several days and not do anything he will go crazy and club you to death. But maybe you find your next destination yourself in that time. In any case, if you give him what he requested he will thank you “MOtHeRfUcKeR” and lead you to a big castle. On the way you will see a few normal humans. One with big glasses, another one with two big needles in her hands, another dude with Katana who tries to be cool looking to a ridiculous degree and a young girl with glasses with a Plasma Cannon. They look like they do something really important and it is probably the case but you will be much more interested in any of the trolls. Don’t say you’re interested more in the humans than the trolls, don’t lie to me or yourself. Anyway: You will reach the castle and access it alone. You have to search it, and will eventually find the living chambers. If you accidentally walk through the gate that leads to the gigantic spider, don’t worry, she doesn’t eat humans. You will reach the respiteblock of the mistress of the castle. She is a teenager with wild, long and full hair, one of her eyes has seven small pupils and she has a very dangerous aura around her. You have to ask her “Are you a pirate?“ She will answer “Yo, ho, fiddle dee dee, I don’t want to sing that stupid song only because I am one. Here, take this and go to Kanaya. She will get your too your next destination.“ The young pirate will give you a dress, a really beautiful one. Also a flintlock pistol. If you ask what you need the second one for, the young castle mistress will only smirk and say cryptically: “Try to figure it out yourself dumbass. Seriously, it will not be that hard or dangerous.“ Well, maybe not very cryptically. But she will lead you into the direction towards your next target. You will reach two white towers, one smaller than the other, with giant pieces of fabric bound to them, very colourful ones at that. It will be a beautiful day and you will see that the hive is surrounded by plants, grass and a garden. A very friendly looking big headed white insect creature will fly around the hive. It will wave at you and let you pass and not harass you as long you don’t threaten or attack her charge. The interior is very neat and clean, stylish and colourful. It has a very inviting character. You will meet a young, graceful looking troll lady in the living room. She will greet you friendly and calmly and askyou what your desire is. You have to say “I desire to control the creativity and path of your World.” The young troll with fashion sense will answer: “Of course. But are you aware of the consequences?“ You have to say “yes”. “Maybe, maybe not. Deciding the path of our world can be very dangerous. But the danger comes not from us.“ You have to say “I will take my chances.“ The Troll will take one of her captchalogue cards, wrapped in chains hold together by a lock. “You will find the key eventually.“ After this, her lusus will carry you towards your next destination, a big city with many skyscrapers. You have to enter the skyscrapers the lusus will drop you before and you have to check all the doors in it until you find one that is open. In it you will find another young troll who wears glasses, the left lens in blue, the right in red. “Hey, asshole”, he will greet you. “Do you want some mind honey?“ Take the honey and bite chunk of it. Swallow it, it’s harmless for you, as far as you don’t have psychic powers. If you do, search for a way to waste the gigantic increase of psychic powers in a safe way for you and your surroundings. In any other case you will open a telepathic connection to a young troll in a wheelchair. He looks pretty harmless, despite his big horns. You will know what he looks like thanks to the telepathic connection. “Hi”, he will say. “Uhm... Do you have interest in... Uhm... Do you really want to be the Holder of Homestuck?” If you say yes the troll will say, “Oh... Okay. I will... Will help you get there.” You have to disconnect the psychic link or you will have to converse with the troll. Something that isn’t bad, if you think you find him likable. Anyway, after you disconnect, a giant bird will wait for you on the roof of the skyscraper. Climb on his back and it will take off. It will fly to too a little house in the middle of the fields. Dismount the bird and go to the house. A ram will stand in the entrance blocking your way. She will snort menacingly at you. You have to say “I mean no harm. I have to talk with the Maid of Time.” The ram will call for her charge and another young troll Lady will appear. She will be dressed in a red hooded body-Cloak and smiling at you in a very friendly way. “You want to hold Homestuck? That may sound cool but it can also bring a lot of pain. Are you still sure about that?“ If you say no, she will you bring back to your world, where you can do your usual stuff again. But if you say yes, she will spread her wings, hover in the air and take you with her with using her telekinesis. Don’t worry, she will not harm you. She will teleport you too another habitation.

  This one is on a cliff, above the home of the Spider-troll. You may think this makes your other stops a big detour but you have to go on now. Enter the hive. Many robots are standing around and robot parts litter the room, some of them heavily damaged. In the middle of the room stands a pretty muscular troll. He wears sunglasses and his teeth seem to be badly damaged. “Homestuck is heavy even for me“, he will say. “I wouldn’t dare to carry it. Will you?“ If you say no he will you show the way out and your Quest is over. If you say yes then he will grab you, go out and throw you with all his might towards the horizon. You will fly with incredible speed through the air. You may piss your pants, but don’t, because you have to go to the angry troll or the one with the fashion sense to get new ones. You will fly towards the water and will be rescued at the last second by a seadweller. But not any seadweller, this one is the Heiress. She will jump from the sea and snatch you softly in the air. “Are you all right?”, she will ask. You will probably nod and she will react with “GREAT! Time to get you something to eat.“ She will swim you to the next restaurant at the shore. “I recommend the salad with tofu.“ If you take another menu she will stare at you with disappointment until you alter your order to the recommendation of the Heiress. You get your meal soon after. “Bon Appetit,” the seadweller will wish you. Eat your meal, take your time and have a discussion with the nice sea-dwelling lady. “You will reach your target soon. Don’t give up and you will hold Homestuck in your hands. It may be hard but you will figure it out fast.“ After your meal she will lead you towards the next troll. She will let you ride on her back and she will swim faster than every known maritime form of life you have ever seen. She will transport you to a little isle in the ocean with a shipwreck on it. “Go now. Don’t worry, the resident of the shipwreck has my orders not to attack you or do other bad things to you.” You should say thank you to her before you go. She will not kill you or anything like that but it would be very impolite if you don't do it. You will enter the shipwreck and meet the owner in his respite block. It is a young aristocratic seadweller who looks like a troll version of Harry Potter, even if he asserts that magic doesn’t exist. “Ah, wwelcome to my crib”, the sea-dweller will greet you. “Wwhat do you wwant?“ Explain that you wan((??? ? ???? I think something's missing here?)) “Are you sure? The glory is great but the blame can be evven greater. Every bit of pirating I evver did was less dangerous in comparison. Also being in blackrom with the Spider. Seriously!“ If you want to go, then go now. Otherwise say that you are sure about your goal. “Vvery wwell then. Let me show you the way.“ The young seadweller will lead you to his firing range. There you have to use the flintlock pistol the cerulean-blood gave you. Aim for the target that looks like the troll with the red and blue eye. Shoot him into the head and a secret hatch will open. In it is a black orb with troll horns all over it, looking like spikes. “Protect it as well as you can, Human“, the seadweller will ask you with surprising kindness. “Be good to it. Better than I ever was.“ The seadweller will bring you to his ship and sail towards your next destination. He will bring you to the shore and say: “You have to find the one who is blind. Her hive is in a tree.“ You have to go inland now. You should admire the wild beauty of this place while doing so. It is a fantastic world full of danger and adventure. But you don’t have time for any other adventure than this at the moment. Well, you should have, exploration of the planet would be dangerous without preparation. Soon you will reach a beautiful forest. The harsh sun will gleam through the purple leaves of the blue trunks. Don’t be fooled, like everything on Alternia, this place is dangerous. But not for you, you have other concerns. You will arrive at a one of the biggest trees in the forest. On it are grey hive structures from which are several little plushies that look like dragons hang from the hive, their necks in nooses. It could come across as a little disturbing, but don’t worry. The resident of this tree doesn’t hurt the innocent. Are you innocent? In the sense that you didn’t murder people brutally or commit some other kind of serious crime. If you are, proceed. There is a chair with rope connected with a winch that will you bring to the living area of the tree. Inside the living area you will meet another troll with red sunglasses. She looks very confident and her grin will make you nervous. Stay confident, you goal is in reach. “Hehehehehehe! You are searching for the Holder of Homestuck? Good, it was about time somebody would take this task into his or her hands. This situation needs a resolution but the consequences could be gigantic. But can you conquer this trial? This ultimate quest? You could die horribly. I mean I read some of those other “Holder” stories. They are pretty violent, sometimes too an absurd degree.” You have to say the following: “Whatever, I want Homestuck, everybody wants to hold Homestuck.” “You mean us trolls, right?” “Ehm... Maybe?“ “Either us or the Midnight Crew. Well most of you would probably take both.“ “The other characters have also fans.” “Probably, but these people are not the breakouts. Or did you do all of this because you desperately wanted to hold Jake English?” Whatever you do, shaking your head is the best answer. The others will not end in sudden death for you but Terezi will look disappointed at you should you nod yes to that Question. “Go, then. Go and claim it for yourself.“ The blind girl will lead you into another very long corridor, one that is longer than her house could possibly be. “Take my hand, it will get very dark soon.“ Do what she says. Otherwise you will get lost and run into walls for hours. After a while you will hear her open a door. Light will fall in and you see the door and a room behind it. It is a room with a pool table in the middle at which four men play pool. They are Dersites and look like old-style Mafiosi. You have to say, loud and clearly: “Bring me to the holder of Homestuck.“ The leader of the four will consider stabbing you and draws his kniefe, but the guy who looks like the most reasonable will stop him and lead you into the next room. There stands the Holder of Homestuck. He's a man in a green shirt with white eyes and the walls of his room are full of pictures of that pirate loving troll. “So, you really want Homestuck? You have to take it from my cold dead hands!” Don’t worry, he will not attack you with deadly intent. He will attack you through launching a weird looking puppet at you. A very creepy looking orange puppet wearing a blue t-shirt with a very creepy face that resembles a happier version of the puppet from the movie “Saw“. You will probably trying to destroy it with all your might and succeed at it. “Why did you do that?”, the man will ask. You will probably say: “This puppet was alive and up to no good. A blind person could see that.“ “Fair enough. Give me the Matriorb please.” Do that and he will show you a key. “Here, have it.” He will give you the key and shove you out of the door and you will find yourself at the place where you live at the moment. Use the key to unlock the sylladex card that the one troll lady gave you and you will discover the green house, the symbol of Homestuck in it. You have with it total and absolute control over Homestuck. You can now write and draw the story in any way you want. Any ship you want to happen will happen, every character will become important or unimportant on a whim if you like and everyone of your favourite and not-so-favourite Characters will live or die if you wish so. But be careful, you also have to endure the Homestuck fandom. And that is no fun prospect for the ones who don’t have nerves of steel. This item is number 413 of 2538. They are allowed to come together because the trolls may stop the end of the world as we know it. And that would be fine.

Reducing the number of pirates instead of seducing helpless sailors. Good, progressive idea.

Mermaids!!!  I will have prints up in my shop soon :)

So whats the deal? I need more trolls. Why? Well, I ran out of canon trolls to use, and I need several large groups of Trolls to inhabit Alternia 2. This is your chance to have your fantroll featured in Nightfall.

Specifically, I need violet blooded (Eridan’s color) sea dweller trolls and...

Kismesiss-Marriage Vow

Will you have this troll as your lawful wedded partner, to live together in the estate of loathing? Will you hate this troll, despise this troll, agitate this troll, and tease this troll in sickness and in health; forsaking all others, be mean only to this troll as long as you both shall live?

I think this says it all.

Oh, Great Guber.... XD!

AND THE HOOOOMEEE OF THEEEEE BRAAAAVEEE

The first Video I ever made. A Fan-Video to the Homestuck Fancomic “Nightfall”, a Fan-Adventure by TheNeonWerewolf. Music by LeQha. Links to the Fancomic and the both of them are in the description of the Video. Enjoy!

The Animation looks great.... After the success of the original, the new one got unsurprisingly a pretty high budget it seems. It is showing promise... I will anticipate “Sailor Moon Crystal”.

RUN FOR YOUR LIFE IT'S STREET CLEANING DAY

Come on you street cleaners. I will take all of you on with my army of gardeners.

WhY Do yOu hAtE Me sO MuCh :o(

Be sorry for killing cats and horses, then I will reconsider.

H3H3H3H3H3H3H3H3H3H3H3H3H3H3H3

Go to bed Terezi. You sound tired.

So, beautiful and so sad... Poor Vriska. Seeing to late that killing Tavros was a bad idea.

That’s never how I intended for things to turn out……..

It was always too little too l8 with that guy.

I only tried to help him 8ecome a 8etter troll……..

I don’t think he ever understood that……..

  Things just got out of hand.

Such green, much eyeburn, wow. #Watch_Doges

I still work on the colours.

Feferi ain't stronger than Equius. :mspa:

She is.

Introduction

My first Tumblr, my first post in it. I was a long time on the internet, but most of the time to look, read and hear stuff.

I want to change this more after I became more active on a forum. I mistrust Facebook a little bit because of certain stories many of you are probably aware off. I created also some works and I want to share them on Tumblr. P.S.: English is not my mother Language. Grammatical errors or weird looking sentences could appear.