Someone has to fill that role, because right now I'm pretty torn about continuing writing fics/drawing arts dealing with Homestuck. Especially after reading Hussie's remarks on formspring.
I might continue in the future, but right now I'm just so tired, numb and frustrated that I can't motivate myself to actually do anything. Maybe I'll come to enjoy Homestuck and doing stuff involved with it in the future again...but right now I just can't bring myself to do that.
Someone has to fill that role, because right now I'm pretty torn about continuing writing fics/drawing arts dealing with Homestuck. Especially after reading Hussie's remarks on formspring.
I might continue in the future, but right now I'm just so tired, numb and frustrated that I can't motivate myself to actually do anything. Maybe I'll come to enjoy Homestuck and doing stuff involved with it in the future again...but right now I just can't bring myself to do that.
This is pathetic.
So, you're basically a jerk because it's the only thing keeping you sane at this point? (because earlier you kind of took a verbal dump on me for no particular reason)
W1GMUND 1S TH1S YOU?
Originally Posted by lucidSeraph
And With Strange Aeons
Oh goood. This has actually turned me off from darkfics for a little while. That's how dark it is. GRIMDARK.
Originally Posted by NotAPumpkin
@EB: Yes that was adorable
I am morbidly curious as to what your last one was like as I never got to read it, but...I think I'll pass.
Thanks!
...I can describe it for you if you like :|
@ceruleanTresses - /collects your sleep, since he doesn't get any anymore 0_0
@linguisticDoctor - Because I'm terrible.
@Kassiopeia - JUST AS PLANNED. I continue to be the world's worst morail.
@Wigmund - To be honest, I feel the same way. I'm actually taking a semi-break from the forums and the comic - the ONLY reason I even looked at the latest update is that someone on my friendslist said something that made me think there was hope, but I just... fuck it.
The difference is that I deal with this kind of thing by writing the most fucked up grimdark fic so I can get it out of my system.
@Graven_Image - As the good lord Wigmund has abdicated his throne, I shall gladly take my place upon it. Bring me my bleak crown; bring me the black scepter; and bring me an obsidian goblet of reader tears. It is time to get this party started.
@Bass - that's kind of how I feel about the updates tbh. seriously this fic just captures my mood about everything right now.
I'll probably seek to reclaim my throne, but for now, I'm sticking to happier stuff. This time of year I'm way too susceptible to becoming dangerously depressed.
Originally Posted by egregiousBass
So, you're basically a jerk because it's the only thing keeping you sane at this point? (because earlier you kind of took a verbal dump on me for no particular reason)
W1GMUND 1S TH1S YOU?
hahaha no. I wouldn't stop at calling him a jerk. That description is a bit light for Andrew.
I want to say that I will stop reading, but hell. Homestuck is nearly over. We will soon be in the promised land.
Also I'm like a fuggin addict.
I wish I had something more substantial to post. But.
Quotes
"It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who has given us freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier, who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protester to burn the flag."
-Father Dennis Edward O'Brien/USMC
Courage is endurance for one moment more....
-Unknown Marine Second Lieutenant in Vietnam
@Graven_Image - As the good lord Wigmund has abdicated his throne, I shall gladly take my place upon it. Bring me my bleak crown; bring me the black scepter; and bring me an obsidian goblet of reader tears. It is time to get this party started.
/perches at your feet in cloak of melancholy grey for evil-Grand-Viziering purposes and/or distribution of the Royal Misery Largess
also I am amused how this forum, as with apparently all fandoms, appears to have decayed into a group of embittered and traumatised people who hate both the author and the work itself huddled on a meteor waiting for death
But really what can you expect, even the horn pile and the concept of hope have been debased and taken from us
(I'm kidding obviously, but seriously guys. It will be okay. I'm not saying there aren't flaws or that I'm particularly happy with recent developments, but this comic is not going to be grimdark pain and psychic torment for ever and ever. Don't make me write a story where ARADIA AND DAVE, TIME COP BUDDIEZ come and save everyone.)
@Graven_Image - As the good lord Wigmund has abdicated his throne, I shall gladly take my place upon it. Bring me my bleak crown; bring me the black scepter; and bring me an obsidian goblet of reader tears. It is time to get this party started.
/perches at your feet in cloak of melancholy grey for evil-Grand-Viziering purposes and/or distribution of the Royal Misery Largess
...
if I wasn't totally fucked for time over the next two days I would totally draw this
The world must know the true face of your bleak and sorrowful court, even as your fiendish psychic angst-tendrils of woe and loathing insinuate themselves into the mindtanks of the unwitting populace. This is only just beginning.
The world must know the true face of your bleak and sorrowful court, even as your fiendish psychic angst-tendrils of woe and loathing insinuate themselves into the mindtanks of the unwitting populace. This is only just beginning.
God I can't stay mad at Noir.
He's just.
He's like when a tiny puppy murders a squirrel and brings the corpse into your house as a present to you and it's wagging its tail and is SO PROUD of itself.
Then it goes into your house, tears your couch apart, and shits on all of your carpets.
Honestly, Decker and Seraph are probably more responsible for TIME COP BUDDIEZ than I am
We have concluded however that Dave would have to wear a 70s pornstache for ironic purposes.
I dunno, it's Andrew's comic. He's going to end up doing whatever he wants to it. Although I am leery of him derailing his story just to get back at the fans' massive cries of "Nuuu ur doin it wrong!" I hope he wasn't serious when he said that in the formspring.
Also, now that he mentioned fanworks concerning Gamzee, it really does make me hope he's never read any of my stuff. I will like... die a happy person if he's never even set eyes on one of my fics.
And now to fly in the face of my words and finish this Gamzee fic. :/
Strider brothers fics (many thanks go to egregiousBass for compiling them):
Musical Interlude- Dave tries to ironically score in the ongoing fight to one-up his brother. By joining the school chorus.
Trees and Tentacles- Bro's insomnia leads to inspired art and a little brotherly bonding time.
Undone- Dave tries to see his brother one last time.
Supermarket Shenanigans- in an early installment of the Striders, Bro looses Dave in a store. Cue panic.
My House- Dave butts heads with a lady friend of his brother's.
Binary- Bro's life and death are simple and convoluted affairs.
Climb- a brief look at where Bro is after he rocketboards off the roof.
Key- Bro teaches Dave the key behind being an ironic roof rapping ninja.
Parenthood- What Bro had to go through to make Dave what he is.
Parental Guidance- Parent teacher conferences are never fun for anyone involved.
Of Bathrooms and Beatdowns- The Striders' early morning rituals turn into unpleasant experiences at a party bro dj's at; aka roofies are never okay.
The Two of Us Are Dying- Bro has dreamt of his death sporadically for the past 13 years. Fallout.
Rap Battle!- One of the brothers' many sylladex hashrap battles. Chaos ensues.
If Illness was This One- Bro Strider is sick. Dave is not happy. The pumpkin shows up. [what pumpkin?]
Puppets and Porn- Bro Strider runs a faux/real puppet pr0n website from his home. With a minor in it. Of course someone was going to be totally not cool about it.
Puppet Porn pt II- Child protective services get called. Shit gets real. THE APARTMENT IS CLEAN OMGOMGOMGOMG
Voyeur- Jack Noir watches as Bro dies at his feet.
Surprise!- Dave wakes up on his birthday to the usual Strider shenanigans.
When "Puppets" Go Bad- Dave watches a clip of a video on Bro's computer of what looks to be a puppet trying to kill him in his sleep. Though, that's not quite the case.
The sounds of shaky steps echoed through the empty room.
The small dersite paced around the floor, fiddling with his fingers. Nothing could take his mind off what was happening upstairs, and he was thankful and angry at the sound-absorbing walls. Okay, deep breaths right? Deep breaths.
Oh who was the Worried Villager kidding. He was unnerved as hell.
Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to meet the eyes of Aspiring Reconstructor. The sweat on his clothes that still somehow consisted these strange yellow tapes, marked that he just came here after doing his work on the building site. But not even his kind, yet blunt words could calm down the former Vindicator. After a few minutes he reassumed his pacing. AR just shook his head and stared out of the window.
Suddenly, the door opened and a female Prospitian nodded to the nervous pawn. He shakily nodded his head and started his climb on the stairs.
He stopped before the makeshift door. He took a deep breath, hoping that it would finally help him. Then entered the room.
His eyes wwere graced with the sight of a tall female prospitian, lying in bed and holding a small lump in her arms. The Panting Mother looked up and gave him a warm smile, her eyes showing both happiness and exhaustion.
WV took a few steps, approaching her bed. She slowly put the lump in his shaking hands. He looked at the grey, smooth, clean skin of the little Wriggling Miracle. He should think of a better name, but that was what he could describe the little pawn he held.
And never ever in his life he felt more happy.
Why did I do that?
Meh, why not.
Originally Posted by QuetzaDrake
Well, that's cool. Honestly, there aren't enough stories where the hero is one of the deformed mutant hellspawn as well.
There's an awkward feeling in the back of Gamzee's head. A throbbing, pulsing pain that he knows only too well. He can dull the pain if only he had a pie. He digs through his sylladex in search of one, but his search is utterly fruitless. Panic swells as he stands up from his husktop, so suddenly that the chair he's sitting on crashes backwards in an agonised metal-on-metal screech. He's out the door and running down the hall faster than he's ever ran before, throwing himself at all the myriad chests he can find. Their black and gold interiors offer nothing but wicked elixir and, infuriatingly, empty pie tins.
When every chest has been opened, every Miracle modus card examined, Gamzee simply curls up in the corner of his room. His husktop's screensaver bathes the room in a bloody violet, and he shudders and whimpers as the feeling in his head intensifies. Tears run down his face. He hasn't been sober in sweeps. It hurts so much. He tries to supress the rage, to calm himself, but it fails and he curls his fingers into fists. His nails cut purple grooves in his palms.
He's scared. The pain wracks his body and he twitches uncontrollably. He doesn't like this. No slime. There's no sopor slime left and it hurts so much. He cries openly for the first time since his lusus died, and waits for the inevitable.
Welcome to the Dark Carnival.
terminallyCapricious [TC] began trolling carcinoGeneticist [CG]
I dunno, it's Andrew's comic. He's going to end up doing whatever he wants to it. Although I am leery of him derailing his story just to get back at the fans' massive cries of "Nuuu ur doin it wrong!" I hope he wasn't serious when he said that in the formspring.
I doubt Andrew is that much of a tool. He wouldn't build up this amazing story only to shove artistic expression aside and bully some fans. The world doesn't revolve around you, gents.
By the way, "derailing"? I'm quite sure subverting common story elements is a central theme in Homestuck and MSPA in general. Part of that is, as he said on formspring, pulling you out of the comfort zone in which main characters are never in any real danger. And even disregarding that, only the author can really say what constitutes "derailing".
Don't be a PLB.
Last edited by egregiousBass; 01-25-2011 at 12:52 PM.
@EB: Derailing, as in I've been going on the assumption he's had an overarching plot arc, so what I meant was him changing events or killing off more characters he hadn't originally intended to in order to provoke fans. Although, I have no idea what he'd been planning, so unless he openly states that he's doing something to incite fans, I would have no idea. I don't read his formspring much, or anything other than his works, so I also cannot comment on his propensity for doing anything like that. Basically? *shrug*
But... I'm not offended? I'm not nearly as invested in this stuff as a lot of folks are, and as I've said, Andrew's gonna do what he'll do, and think what he's gonna think. He is the author, after all. This isn't a collaborative endeavor.
(Also, please don't generalize people's emotional reactions to a webcomic as indicative of their RL reactions, because you have no idea what's going on in people's lives unless they tell you.)
Strider brothers fics (many thanks go to egregiousBass for compiling them):
Musical Interlude- Dave tries to ironically score in the ongoing fight to one-up his brother. By joining the school chorus.
Trees and Tentacles- Bro's insomnia leads to inspired art and a little brotherly bonding time.
Undone- Dave tries to see his brother one last time.
Supermarket Shenanigans- in an early installment of the Striders, Bro looses Dave in a store. Cue panic.
My House- Dave butts heads with a lady friend of his brother's.
Binary- Bro's life and death are simple and convoluted affairs.
Climb- a brief look at where Bro is after he rocketboards off the roof.
Key- Bro teaches Dave the key behind being an ironic roof rapping ninja.
Parenthood- What Bro had to go through to make Dave what he is.
Parental Guidance- Parent teacher conferences are never fun for anyone involved.
Of Bathrooms and Beatdowns- The Striders' early morning rituals turn into unpleasant experiences at a party bro dj's at; aka roofies are never okay.
The Two of Us Are Dying- Bro has dreamt of his death sporadically for the past 13 years. Fallout.
Rap Battle!- One of the brothers' many sylladex hashrap battles. Chaos ensues.
If Illness was This One- Bro Strider is sick. Dave is not happy. The pumpkin shows up. [what pumpkin?]
Puppets and Porn- Bro Strider runs a faux/real puppet pr0n website from his home. With a minor in it. Of course someone was going to be totally not cool about it.
Puppet Porn pt II- Child protective services get called. Shit gets real. THE APARTMENT IS CLEAN OMGOMGOMGOMG
Voyeur- Jack Noir watches as Bro dies at his feet.
Surprise!- Dave wakes up on his birthday to the usual Strider shenanigans.
When "Puppets" Go Bad- Dave watches a clip of a video on Bro's computer of what looks to be a puppet trying to kill him in his sleep. Though, that's not quite the case.
@BlastYoBoots: I thought I commented on this in the reaction thread but now that it's a new day I don't really think I did! Anyway, this was great, when someone quoted it on the page I was on without me first seeing it, I thought I had forgotten a scrap of an actual pesterlog!
@Kassopeia: Just wanted to say that I love how icon-able Rainbow Drinker Kan turned out to be when the focus of that picture was Zombie Kan. I know it's the fanfic thread here but I'm being concise.
On the subject of trolling the fans, there is a pretty darn easy way he could Troll the fans without disrupting the story in the slightest. In fact, I almost expected to wake up to it this morning. It's really quite simple, and goes like this: Cut. To. John. He has no computer so can't be contacted by Karkat, his plot points are still totally relevant and worst of all, by the time we're done roiling about it, it could prove to be the most relevant cut of all. Homestuck's weird like that.
Anyway, one half of my OTP is probably about to try to murder the other half, and my current fic is about... Squiddles. And now matter how much it's been soaked in Paul Dini, and no matter how comparably lite I'd consider my affection for "my OTP" than other people, a Squiddles fic is still more about friendship than murdering your former friends is ever really going to be. So I'm just not in the writing mood either right now. We can go start a party in the corner, Wigmund. It'll have this wonderful touch of insanity, Unbirthday Style, as we soldier on trying to enjoy ourselves while Seraph enslaves the populace, laughing maniacally.
I... what even? Bro, I agree with the rest of your post to some extent, but... what?
Yeah, that was poorly worded. But what I mean is that entertainment can place (and in this case force =P) you into situations that you wouldn't normally deal with in your daily life. Aside from being cathartic, it can sometimes broaden your horizons by making you formulate judgments that may well have relevance in the real world, if you allow it to.
Cursing the fates is not a good way to mourn, I'd think.