#dersite system

[en8y]

[IMAGE ID: three horizontal flags with nine stripes. the middle stripe is twice as large as the rest of them, which are equally sized. the first flag has these top three colors: yellow-orange, bright yellow, and medium orange. the second flag has these top three colors: bright pink-purple, light cool pink, and warm purple. the third flag has these top three colors: hot pink, peach, and bright blue. each flag has these bottom six stripes: light yellow, off-white, light yellow, warm green, light warm grey, and medium grey. END ID.]

heclaspitian: a gender connected to being a (homestuck class) heir prospit dreamer, or a prospitian heir; this gender is connected to the heir class, heir class aesthetics, prospit itself, lightness and protection aesthetics, shades of yellow, and chess.

heclasidersite: a gender connected to being a (homestuck class) heir derse dreamer, or a dersite heir; this gender is connected to the heir class, heir class aesthetics, derse itself, darkness and destruction aesthetics, shades of purple, and chess.

heclasihometrick: a gender connected to being a (homestuck class) heir trickster, or a trickster heir; this gender is connected to the heir class, heir class aesthetics, trickster mode from homestuck, neon or bright colors, candy and sweet foods/drinks, and being chaotic. can also have ties to romanticism or sexuality, but doesn't have to.

@radiomogai @liom-archive @obscurian @libnius @dragonpride17

[dingodad]

which of your fantrolls are derse and which are prospit. and do you believe there's a meaningful divide?

these guys inherited their dream moons pretty straightforwardly from the characters they were inspired by.

dream moon feels kind of like the most astrology esque of all of homestuck's astrology type systems LOL in that basically all of the characters inherited them based on totally arbitrary circumstance (same moon as the rest of my family members, same moon as the rest of the players who wanted to join team vriska / team equius, etc.) and the comic never once seems to try to explain it in any deeper terms than that. so any analysis of what they might mean is just trying to find patterns in disparate personalities. (i guess dream moon being significant is a real thing now that it's included in the official aspect test but i'm not even going to bother looking those up because i don't really care that much. lol)

there are some interpretations i've found interesting.. like prospit dreamers playing active roles and being protagonists while derse dreamers are behind the scenes actors and backgrounders is so obviously true but it also seems so redundantly similar to active + passive classes. and the one about prospit dreamers being upfront with their personalities and derse dreamers hiding behind a mask is fun for explaining oddities like dersite nepeta but falls apart for other characters.

so i've never once thought about what moon "fits" a character before deciding where they go, i 100% always just sort them towards the beginning of the design process and then soooometimes when i develop a character further i will take their lunar sway into account and think about how it might contribute to their personality or arc. but it's usually a more personalised thing, like, what does being on prospit or on derse mean to that character in particular.. so i wouldn't say i think of there being a "divide" between the two. their significances can vary. while being a derse dreamer obviously doesn't MAKE you a villain for instance it's easy to justify why a villain might belong on derse and a dersite villain might be very different to a prospitian villain. <- thinking about it harder right now than i probably ever have before in my life

[you-hate-time-travel]

my roster of carapacian languages (etc.) is ever-expanding and getting more complicated by the minute. i've now cornered 'hand-speak' (a sort of tactile hand language) into it being specifically a dersite language. possibly a constructed one! and while spoken dersite and prospitian are mutually intelligible, their WRITTEN forms are Entirely different. Prospit may or may not have more than one writing system. fun!

[groggygrimalkin]

HEY YOU. i just wanted to know if you had any headcanons about carapacians... existing characters or in general or anything really. blinks my eyes at you

HELLO!!!YES!! YES I DO!!!!!! I will put them in bullet points!!!

-Carapacians are most akin to terrestrial crustaceans

-Dersite bones are white and Prospitian bones are black. Same thing with their flesh under their carapace

-Caraps have crazy stomach acid and an insane digestive system to the point where they can digest certain types of metals and inorganic things including but not limited to: Tin foil, plastic, fabric, and batteries. They can also digest bones

-Carapacians have an extremely high bite force outclassing Humans, Trolls, and most Leprechauns but not Cherubs.

-Carapacians like trolls and drones tend to get really attached to certain things or concepts

-CARAPACIANS HAVE CLASSPECTS TOO!!!Every living thing has a classpect even ones generated by sburb, that includes caraps!!

-Carapacians sort of have a molting process like trolls, where when they're at their final stage of growth they molt and shed their old carapace, it's kinda uncomfortable and looks scary to anyone who doesn't know what's happening. This always happens to growing carapacians but can also happen if a carapacian gains weight/ builds more muscle. It's best to give your friend some space after this happens since it's a tiring process

-Carapacians are amazing at adapting and depending on their environment will grow certain features to help them. Like for example a Carapacian in a cold climate will start to grow a thicker shell

-Like Leprechauns and Trolls their nostrils aren't usually visible and are very thin, only visible under certain conditions(kinda like a Meowth situation lol)

-Caraps have nictitating eyelids! It protects them from extreme conditions

Thank you for asking!!!

[vivizn]

so i was talking about "blood moons" in a homestuck related discord server, long story short i need to be stopped.

FYI the classpects were chosen at complete random, this isn't a fan session, just some placeholders.

---------- FYI no the Players are not decapitated, it's just to show they're split in two. Each half still has a full body.

---------- Sandbox Mode is a bonus rule, as i was not sure wether to include it or not in the system. Can be ignored at the discretion of whoever even ends up using my system.

---------- Twin Mode is also a bonus rule. Again, only works if you want it to work.

---------- Twin Sandbox Mode. Yada yada bonus rule, only applied if both Twin and Sandbox are active (duh). Still not mandatory to use, you get the idea.

---------- So far i think the godtier process simply requires for the two halves of a Player to fuse together. Another idea would be having to reach one of the two moons, maybe even giving the choice to the Player, but a Player can only godtier with a full Classpect (i see y'all trying to make a half dersite half prospitian player. that's probably the equivalent of Caliborn breaking his clock hand.)

the "oh fuck new idea" from page 3 is Chaos Mode, but i don't know yet how to make rules for it (i've had the idea for like 2min chill) so either i'll do it later or forget about it forever, who knows?

Also if the description is shit somewhere please tell me and i'll correct it.

[chronicangel]

lavender moon: Act 2 Chapter 2

Link to this fic on AO3. Words: 3532 Date posted: February 11, 2025 Summary:

Having fulfilled their obligations in Prospit, Dave and Jade return to Derse to enjoy the beginning of their marriage. Naturally, this takes some adjustment—especially as they both learn that things are not exactly what they seem.

Jade isn’t sure if Dave has actually been given a room separate from hers or if he’s simply been sleeping in the staffhouse to avoid her.

She never sees him. Of course, she’s seen him in passing since they’ve been in Derse, she’s not sure it would be possible for him to avoid her completely, but they’ve hardly spoken to each other. The Dersite royal family does not have dinner together every night the way that her family in Prospit does. In fact, it seems like they do their best to avoid seriously interacting with each other at all—it’s not just Dave being the black sheep. When Rose has a message for her, she sends Nepeta or Kanaya with it. She hasn’t seen the king once since she arrived, and she’s only seen the queen wandering through the halls like a ghost who has forgotten where it is or where it was supposed to be going.

Karkat brings her meals directly to her room for her. She’s tried to ask him about Dave’s whereabouts, but perhaps out of some sense of duty to spare her feelings, he refuses to tell her—and she doesn’t understand how he can’t see that this only makes her feel worse. She doesn’t understand what she did wrong after John’s coronation that he’s been so avoidant. Is it simply because she’s now a member of his family too?

The only times she has seen her sister-in-law have been the brief tours she and Nepeta have been giving Jade and Kanaya around the castle the last few weeks. It’s a large building, deceptively so, but mostly it’s taken so long because they get so caught up in talking. Rose and Kanaya seem to get along much better than Kanaya and Dave did while he was staying with them, and even though Jade doesn’t feel particularly up to chatting with anybody, she has to admit that it’s hard not to strike up a conversation with Nepeta.

“This is the library,” Rose says, stopping in front of a tall pair of double doors. Jade has been asking about it for days. “Our family has been collecting books on a variety of subjects for hundreds of years, so while there’s a substantial collection here in the palace, many are also stored in secondary buildings. If you can’t find something here, it’s likely in one of those.”

When she opens the doors, Jade has to admit that her breath catches in her chest a little. The library here is much larger than the one in the castle in Prospit. She supposes it’s likely due to a combination of factors. For one, Jade never saw what the library in the palace in the capital city must have been like. She’s sure it must have been larger than the one in the castle, where no one was meant to live long-term before she was born. For two, she’s willing to bet that there are fewer banned books in Derse, where magic is not a forbidden subject. She wonders how many books about magic they must have just in this room.

Rose is talking about something, but Jade doesn’t listen to her in favor of squinting at the books on the nearest shelf. She recognizes some of the titles from the bookstore in the village she and Dave had visited, and she concludes that (assuming the library has any sensical organizational system at all, anyway) this shelf must contain some number of medical texts. She makes a mental note to review them the next time she has free time alone. She might not be able to see her father anymore, but she can at least research his condition based on how it was progressing before she left and write a letter to John about it.

She remembers the conversation she and Rose had in the carriage about healing magic, and she wonders if there are any books here like the one she was reading. If the conversation then had gone better, she might have asked to borrow it after Rose was done with it. As it stands, she asks almost absentmindedly now, “Where are the books about magic?” When she glances back at them, all three of the other women look startled, though Kanaya’s expression eventually settles into something a little more disapproving.

Before anyone can get over their surprise long enough to answer her, one of the doors creaks open. When it’s cracked a few inches, a black cat slips into the room, practically twisting its whole body around Rose’s ankles with a loud, whining meow that clearly demands attention. “I know, I know, can you wait for two—” Dave freezes in the doorway, and Jade stares at him with wide eyes, her breath catching in her chest again for a very different reason.

Kanaya looks between the two of them and then tentatively suggests, “Perhaps we should leave you two alone to talk?” No one answers out loud, but Rose stoops down to pick up the cat and the three of them shuffle out of the room.

“I didn’t realize you had a cat,” Jade says, and she doesn’t know why those are the first words out of her mouth.

“It’s Rose’s cat. He just won’t leave me alone,” he answers, slowly, like he’s trying to be very careful with his words.

They stare at each other for another second in awkward silence, and Jade slides her arms up to wrap around herself. It’s a gesture she’s been using to comfort herself since childhood, when what she needed more than anything was some sort of physical comfort from people who were not there to give it to her.

“Have you been busy training with the knights?” she asks, trying to offer him an out. If he doesn’t want to see her, it’s not going to make her feel any better for him to force himself to do so just for her sake. Plus, if he takes the excuse, then she can try to convince herself that it’s true, even if she sees the guilt flash across his face before he can catch it.

“There’s war brewing with Viridan,” he answers after a moment, and she will grant, at least, that his voice sounds honest, if cautious. Then again, she guesses she hasn’t had much opportunity to hear his voice when he was lying—at least, she thinks she hasn’t. “We’re trying to prepare for the worst case scenario.”

“Are there a lot of countries you’re on the verge of war with?” she asks venomously.

She sees him flinch, and she feels bad immediately. He doesn’t answer her, his eyes drifting down to the floor under her feet. When she speaks again, her voice is a little softer. “What were you coming to the library for?”

“Honestly, I just wanted some privacy,” he answers, and somehow this makes her feel better. It helps to sell the idea that he really has just been busy and not avoiding her. “I don’t get much privacy here. Uh, at home.” There’s something hollow about the way he says home.

She supposes this makes sense, though. In Prospit, he was a noble visitor, with a bedroom all to himself, although she’s told he hardly used it. Beyond that, he was a Dersite, so even if people had found him charming, she would be surprised if anyone was particularly eager to spend time around him. His only obligation was training the knights, and that was on a schedule he set.

Here, he is the prince, and the commander of the army—the more time she spends here, the clearer it seems to her that he is much more the latter than the former. She thinks of how guilty Rose had looked when she asked why their father treats him so coldly. 

She has seen, in passing, Dave talking to the other knights, has even glimpsed him having a whispered conversation with Rose in the stairway, once. She still hasn’t seen either of his parents speak to him.

“What were… you doing in the library?” he asks, when she guesses the silence must have stretched on too long. She can’t help but smile, a little bit. So Dave hates the quiet no matter where you put him. She wonders why, and then her smile leaves as quickly as it had arrived when she realizes how much silence he must have been forced to sit through.

“Rose and Nepeta were showing us around the palace. It honestly doesn’t seem like there’s that much to do here, though, other than read in the library, I guess.”

“There’s more to do in town. I’ll show you sometime.” She thinks he says it before he has time to think about it, based on the way his face pales a little while hers brightens. She doesn’t think he meant to promise her anything, and she’s going to cling to that as tight as she can.

“Would you like to stay in our bedroom with me tonight?”

It must seem like a nonsequitur. One minute they’re talking about going into town at some point in the vague future, and then she’s inviting him to sleep with her. It’s just that as long as she’s getting promises out of him, she might as well try to get something a little more immediate and a little less vague. She can’t do all that much with one day, eventually, we’ll do something in town, if the palace gets too boring.

He doesn’t answer her verbally, but after a moment, he gives her that little smile, the one she had seen so much of back in Prospit that she was sure was reserved just for her, the one that she hasn’t seen since his parents arrived in Prospit weeks ago. It makes her heart flutter in her chest, and she grabs a few books from the nearby shelf and leaves him in the library.

The medical textbooks in Derse are written differently than the ones in Prospit, but they contain much of the same information. There is a chapter on wasting diseases that details the process by which people’s bodies begin to shed muscle and fat, which hypothesizes that there are small creatures living under the skin feasting on the body, causing the loss of mass. The detailed drawings of gaunt, tired men with skeletal faces and dark circles under their eyes make her stomach twist with nausea. Her father had been losing weight, but last she saw him, it hadn’t progressed this far. She can’t imagine that he could have gotten so much worse in only a few weeks, and yet she can’t help but picture him like these drawings anyway.

Another chapter details cancers, hard masses under parts of the skin where no such mass should exist. She knows that no such masses were identified on her father, and further, most of the cases detailed in the book seem to be inside of women’s breasts, but the other symptoms associated with the disease more closely match her father’s illness than anything else she’s read about thus far. There are several different proposals for where the disease may come from, but between the three books she had taken up to her study, she only finds two proposals for treatment: surgery, which is not an especially popular medical treatment in Prospit due to the risks associated, and purgatives.

For a little while, she allows herself to fantasize about the idea of healing magic. Perhaps no one has been able to successfully use magic to heal in the traditional sense before, but that doesn’t mean that she couldn’t be the one to figure it out, if she really devoted herself. She could still be the one to heal her father, to save his life.

While she thinks about it, she feels a familiar tingling warmth under her skin, like her heart is heating up into a miniature sun and sending sunbeams out to the rest of her body. It’s pleasant, and for just a moment, it’s easy to sink into, before she spots the little ball of light, no larger than a marble, rolling over her fingers almost like a conscious being trying to prompt her to play with it. She can practically hear the giggling.

Anxiety claws at her chest like muscle memory, held somewhere deep inside of her body from long nights spent petrified that her father and brother were going to find her out and… well, she was never sure what they would do, but she was terrified to find out. Jade can’t imagine a world where her father and her brother do not love her, but sometimes there are more important things in the world than love. If the people of Prospit found out that she had magic, and that the king had known and done nothing about it, it would mean a revolution. She doesn’t want that for her brother.

And she’s in Derse now. They sent her to Derse. Maybe, if she really wants to fool herself, she can tell herself it was because they already knew about her magic, and that was simply the kindest thing they could do for her.

But she remembers John’s insistence that they would see each other again at the wedding, and she has to believe that he meant it. She wishes she had made him promise to write to her. Maybe if she had, she wouldn’t have had to feel so completely alone the last few weeks, the exact way that he didn’t want her to. Then again, maybe if he heard about how alone she’s felt the last few weeks, he’d storm Vale himself and start another war.

She resolves to write him a letter in the morning about what she’d found in the medical texts. That can’t be too risky, can it? And it would mean that he would probably update her on Dad’s condition. If she wants to have any hope of finding a cure for him, magical or otherwise, no matter how slim, then she needs to keep herself apprised of his condition. In the meantime, Dave is supposed to be meeting her soon.

She plays with the wording of the letter in her mind as she peels off her clothes from the day. As she steps out of the chemise pooled at her feet, she tries to anticipate what sorts of questions John will probably ask her when he writes back—mostly so that she can try to pre-empt them in her own letter and avoid as many as possible. When she pulls her cotton nightgown down over her head and brushes her fingers through her curls to avoid tangles, she ponders what questions she wants to ask him. Do the people seem any more amenable to the arrangement now that she and Dave are married and in Derse? Has their father been able to come off of bedrest again since the wedding? Has he asked Vriska to marry him yet? She grins to herself at the last one.

Finally, as she’s twisting the long strands of her hair into a braid, there’s a knock on the door, and Jade can’t help but smile. It would be just like Dave to knock on the door to his own room.

“I was starting to think you weren’t coming,” she says with a teasing tone and a grin as she opens the door, only for her grin to fade and her heart to drop to her stomach as she sees Karkat with a tray of food for her. In the depths of her research, she had forgotten about dinner.

“I’m sorry, Jade, I guess there was some sort of delay in the kitchens and—” She takes the tray from him with a weak attempt at a smile and turns back into the room, trudging to sit in the bay window and look out on the grounds.

She can feel Karkat lingering in the doorway more than she can see or hear him, and she thinks he probably wants to offer her some sort of comfort, but it’s likely he doesn’t know how. She hesitates for a second, and then glances over at him. “Do you know where Dave is? Or what he’s doing?” she asks, even as she doesn’t expect a real answer.

It’s hard for her to identify the look that flashes across his features. There’s a sense of anger there, she thinks, but she’s smart enough to recognize that it’s not at her. She sees his nostrils flare as he sucks in a sharp breath, and his face smooths out a little before he starts talking. “I haven’t seen him today. I’m sorry.” She can tell that he’s being honest—she does have experience with Karkat’s lying, and even though he is generally very good at it, she’s always been able to see right through him—but somehow that just makes it worse. So he’s not even training with the knights to avoid her?

Karkat lingers in the doorway for an extra second, and she can tell that he wants to say something more but doesn’t think it’s entirely appropriate to say. After a second, he just mumbles, “Goodnight, Jade,” and leaves.

She turns her head to stare out the window again. After a few minutes, she sees Karkat scurry across the courtyard and into the staffhouse through the clear crescent-shaped pane of glass. Even from a distance it looks like he’s fuming. She wonders what he’s so mad about—well, she doesn’t, really. Just like John, he’s been protecting her practically their whole lives. If she had to level a guess, he’s upset with Dave for hurting her feelings.

She doesn’t want him to be upset with Dave for her. She’s perfectly capable of being upset for herself, and it makes just as much of a difference. And it isn’t Dave’s fault that his father is so war hungry that he’s constantly stretching Derse’s army thin, nor that he was exiled to the role of a soldier instead of royalty from an early age because he can’t use magic. Based on what Dave said earlier today and what he told her back in Prospit, she’s lucky that he’s still here and hasn’t been deployed somewhere. Reflecting on that conversation makes her feel especially childish—she had told him then that she was used to being alone. If he had to be gone so often, she could do what a good wife would do and grin and bear it, rather than stomping her feet and throwing a temper tantrum like a child. Still, she hadn’t thought that he would feel so far away when he was still on the castle grounds.

She doesn’t touch her food. It’s childish, starving herself so a boy will pay attention to her, but she doesn’t have much of an appetite in the face of her disappointment. She stays propped up in the windowsill, staring out at the courtyard like she might see Dave emerge from the building and start walking up to their room with an apology about how he’s had a long night. Eventually, staring at the courtyard is too painful, so she tears her eyes up to the sky instead.

The constellations look different in Derse than they did at home, not helped by the purple tinge of the glass. Different stars shine brighter here, and some aren’t visible at all anymore. She wishes that she had John with her to help her spot their favorites from when they were children, but she guesses she’ll just have to get better at doing that on her own now. She’s going to have to get better at doing a lot of things on her own. Her eyes drift up to the moon, the thin sliver of a waxing crescent the palest hint of purple, as though the window had painted it in watercolors. She remembers the big yellow harvest moons at home, when the moon was full and it looked so close you could touch it. There had been one that first night that she and Dave met, when their marriage was arranged.

She doesn’t know how long passes just sitting at the window before her limbs start to feel heavy with exhaustion and she can hardly keep her eyes open. She knows that she should pry herself away from the window and go to bed, but she still wants to believe… After a blink that she almost can’t open her eyes from, she casts a last longing look at the courtyard and the building her husband should be emerging from.

Now, she guesses, she knows what Dave is like when he’s lying—and it hurts because it doesn’t seem distinguishable from the truth at all. John is a terrible liar, and he had a thousand tells you could always pick out. Karkat is a good liar, but there are still ways to tell when he’s not telling the truth, like the way he shifts from foot to foot or the way his lips tug down just slightly in a frown unlike his usual ones. Dave didn’t even have to use words to lie to her. He had just smiled, and it had felt so sincere.

[approximateknowledge]

state of the Medium at the tail-end of the Long Wait

Derse

the Dersite royals got assassinated millenia ago, and the scattered habitats along the outer edge of the incipisphere (constructed of raw material both of deconstructed Derse and the asteroid belt of the Veil) are currently ruled by a couple dozen squabbling gangs and clans and cults in perpetual low-stakes war over resources and habitats (and a third thing ill come to later); they do however tend to mostly temporarily band together any time there's a threat from the the system's center

the mostly still intact but much changed moon with its 3 dreaming gods are a kind of collective holy site for many of the most important veil-cults, and is both untouchable as a holy site and a place of fierce competition (including a few cults who want to kill the dreamers to prevent the session from ever happening)

Prospit

the Prospitian king got assassinated by a Dersite from the Battlefield relatively early in the Wait, while the queen is legally still, though functionally comatose and kept alive only by means of jerry-rigged poorly understood technology copied and looted from the old asteroid belt; the actual ruling now happens via a complex bureaucracy of priest-engineers (the Phyllobatic Order) (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Golden_poison_frog)

notably the "royal" palace/temple complex is not located on Prosit proper anymore, instead being "relocated to" its moon, or rather it would be more accurate to say the moon *is* the palace at this point; the base of each Dreamer's tower seen as the most hallowed of places under Skaia's light (and each is guarded by a promising neophyte Phyllobate assigned Guardian of the door, a most honourable position);

Prospit itself is significantly bigger than at the start of the Wait, and between it and the detached moon orbit a host of other infrastructural projects of both civilian and military nature, and the entire orbital path of Prospit is strewn with habitat-cities and arcologies all the way around

The Battlefield

with no prototyping happening, the Battlefield remains a giant centerpiece of eternal stalemate; except of course the amount of players has increased, and the stakes have changed; because after the exhaustion of the asteroids of the Veil, the Battlefield is pretty much the only place in the Medium with unexploited raw resources

which brings us to the main tension between the city-ring of Prospit and the Gang-councils of the Veil; Prospit has the Battlefield seemingly locked down, but they're not actually in the advantage

and the reason is

Carapacian Biological Peculiarities

carapacians have no method of independent reproduction; they're *made*, ectobiologically, in the labs of the Meteor Veil

and that's the 3rd thing: means of reproduction; the Dersite Veil-habitats naturally have the vast majority of ectobiological equipment at their disposal

now, carapcians don't actually *age* like most species do either of course, but they do wear down, the have accidents, they can get sick (and as time and chance goes on, the amount of new sicknesses which had the opportunity to evolve has been increasing!), and so they do in fact still die

so without ectobiological equipment, no amount of raw resources will help in the long run

so while the Veil-Dersites tend to mostly focus on resource-extraction from the inner system for further expansion of their territory (as in, number of habitats and industry), the Prospitians fight mostly to acquire irreplicable ecto-tech from the Veil-Dersites, who in turn squabble over it between themselves, while everywhere various priest-engineers try and fail and try again to find a way to reverse-engineer the holy machines that birthed every single one of them (and the poor sods living on (or these days mostly beneath in subterranean cities of perpetual refugees on account of their usual complete lack of ecto-tech) the Battlefield just take the brunt of it, as usual)

[silkenseductress]

>What? No, no, no, that would be awful. Just because she's annoying and wants to go back to an outdated system of governance, doesn't mean MD deserves to-

>Okay HW is out of earshot, PM leans forward and flat out says to the page of space that [she] doesn't think that she's thought of that. Her expression doesn't drop further, but the bags under her eyes look heavier as she confides with her corpulent companion. The lot of them in this sector have been putting up with her bullshit for months. She has heard each and every scrap of slander that this moron has cooked up of her love; half the time personally due to this bitch coming into her office every other day to try and get the courier on her side. Do you know how tempting it is to lock the door after she busts into the head postal worker's office all la-di-da, and just end her?

>PM closes her eyes with a deep inhale, before leaning back with an exhale. But no, WV doesn't want that. Much as MD's delusional fantasy runs opposite of his dream, killing everyone who disagrees with him would be the tyrant's way. And so the dersite pawn wants to prove his ideology fair and square... personally though PM thinks he just wants to humiliate her, she stated crossing her arms.

"Uuuuuuuugh. Uuuuuugh!! It's Not Everyone Just People That Deserve It Or Whatever" >she rolls her eyes, sinking back into her own corpulence with an annoyed huff, folding her hands- well, ok, pushing her arms against her flabby chest until her hands were only a foot or so apart and drumming on her boobs

"Okay Well What If I Just, You Know, Grab Her And Show Her The Lovely And Extensive Food Facilities Of The Echo

You Know Like An Olive Branch Of Totally Legit Peace To An Annoying Nerd"

>Plap plap plap go her fat palms against fatter grey cleavage, Kanaya blowing a stray strand of hair out of her face before looking longingly toward the kitchen.

[botanicalcanopus]

in my mind there was originally 6 dreamer towers on A2 derse, but aradia's was destroyed from psionic feedback from her death on the other side

DD would take her dream body into the depths to lay upon the slab, whispering "The Maid Is Dead, Our Time Is Short" on the way

and he instructed every dersite to keep their mouths shut about the incident, in addition to feferi, who woke just in time to witness the funeral

I have no clue how the mess of the dream system works for the towers. Like whenever you start a session your Land exists when you enter the medium, which both the consorts and Sprite both say that the world has both always existed but also just appeared (which I mean I get cause its a rip on game worlds "always existing" but specifically exist when you begin playing). So I figured the moons were kinda like that, but they're not because some players dream their entire lives (like Jade), plus the whole sometimes they go to sleep when you sleep or disappear when you're awake back and forth doesn't help. Sooooo assuming that the moons are just always present, I can see Aradia's body being moved and her tower being destroyed/built over. I was under the impression that Prospitarians liked their dreamers and would hold festivals/funerals while Dersites were the opposite and would kill the dreamer due to any inconvenience (at least that's my own headcannon). So if any of them missed/worshiped Aradia and were going to have a funeral for her I feel as though it would have been a small group that would have easily been quelled/killed/threatened not to do so. As for Fef I have no clue when she actually woke up (that I can remember) and was actually able awake instead of the whole sleep floating thing. But it wouldn't surprise me if moving her body was some how just a process to keep the timelines stable.

[solisvidentis]

>Somewhere there is a very dedicated Earth C cosmonaut that feels depressed all of a sudden. Snapping back to the real stars of this show, pardon the pun, the dersite relents that he can see her point. Maybe not so much on the maternal part given his vat grown nature, if Rose thinks about it, but he was smart enough to pickup on taboos and she probably doesn't want to invoke the ghost of Freud. In any case the dersite would begin to point out how its Rose turn now, before having to stiffle another belch attempt. Now sure, he could just follow the seer's words of not holding it back. But again, derse born and their competitions, given he grabbed and cracked open another 2L bottle, brought it to his lips... and then jamming and twisting a letter opener he grabbed with his other hand into the bottom of the bottle. If Rose looked closely, she could begin seeing the pawn's tunic begin to bulge out...

"Too true, let me see..."

Thoughts turning, she does notice the emerging situation with her guest, and has to stifle another amused giggle. If that was going to be the game, well, she could oblige... It took a bit of concentration to manifest the proper interior systems that she normally didn't bother forming in the surrogates, but shortly her avatar would pick up its own bottle and start to down it, glancing at WV sideways.

"Well, I suppose we already went over how your Missus got as big as she is, even if you've stubbornly refused to define how much that actually is- what about you? How did you two meet, and is your interest in this field of study solely because of her circumstances or a longer standing reality?"

[youabandonedthem]

to all the little kids reblogging this. this is not about karkat whatsoever. it is about what he does to jack and the repercussions in jacks life because he introduced him to fast food. i envisioned - it was discussed heavily with my associate @forgingecgs - that a typical dersite diet mainly consists of more unprocessed/raw and utilitarian food while a typical prospitian meal would be very flavourful and culinarily advanced in contrast (generally backed up by how prospits prison is said to be a 5 star hotel compared to derse - if a pumpkin is prospit's prison food then it may be a luxurious meal on derse). and i think derse's highest level of processing may be through canning/other preservation methods for simple foods produced on a mass scale to feed all dersites. dersite agents likely wouldnt have organised mealtimes either and may derive little pleasure from eating and the foods they eat while seeing it primarily as fuel for thier little bodies. (also their diets as shown by their spiky or nubby teeth which seems to be dictated by their status in the kingdom) because of this jack may be unfamiliar with highly manufactured foods and when karkat indroduces him to fast food for the first time his senses may be overwhelmed by the overdose of new flavours and textures. he would be very intrigued and try to make karkat show him more places which would amuse/bewilder karkat and he may mention jacks attachment to crappy fast food to his friends online. they would laugh and make some kind of comment on what he's normally used to eating before quickly moving on. jack and karkat find a burger king and he assumes that burgers must be food for kings while thinking the intense flavour must befit its royal name. in addition to this the dersite royalty would likely have access to better partitions (semi seasoned food maybe some things with more appealing flavours. but not that much of an improvement especially compared to prospitian food) if the black queen invited jack to her quarters while she were eating she may taunt him by giving him a taste of the seasoned food and he would therefore carry this association of royalty to any flavour blasted manufactured food he tries. he would feel immensely pleased to be eating it while not realising the biological repercussions of his body processing and digesting chemicals such as potassium sorbate for the first time. his endocrine system would be disrupted. he would begin to experience cravings and would likely start trying to make karkat take him to fast food places multiple times a week. however when living as spades slick in the midnight city i believe they would have heavily processed food/ fast food chains aplenty so he would then understand it to be a lower class indulgence. but he would still eat it occasionally since his issue with it would be based on class/who may be watching him rather than any possible health repercussions

Kaka gets jack addicted to fast food

[en8y]

[IMAGE ID: three horizontal flags with nine stripes. the middle stripe is twice as large as the rest of them, which are equally sized. the first flag has these top three colors: yellow-orange, bright yellow, and medium orange. the second flag has these top three colors: bright pink-purple, light cool pink, and warm purple. the third flag has these top three colors: hot pink, peach, and bright blue. each flag has these bottom six stripes: warm purple, off-white, warm purple, bright pink, light warm grey, and medium grey. END ID.]

baclaspitian: a gender connected to being a (homestuck class) bard prospit dreamer, or a prospitian bard; this gender is connected to the bard class, bard class aesthetics, prospit itself, lightness and protection aesthetics, shades of yellow, and chess.

baclasidersite: a gender connected to being a (homestuck class) bard derse dreamer, or a dersite bard; this gender is connected to the bard class, bard class aesthetics, derse itself, darkness and destruction aesthetics, shades of purple, and chess.

baclasihometrick: a gender connected to being a (homestuck class) bard trickster, or a trickster bard; this gender is connected to the bard class, bard class aesthetics, trickster mode from homestuck, neon or bright colors, candy and sweet foods/drinks, and being chaotic. can also have ties to romanticism or sexuality, but doesn't have to.

@radiomogai @liom-archive @obscurian @libnius @dragonpride17

[hippoinspector]

MAN if i was focusing on intermission when i put together the submas zine i ran i couldve made ingo and emmet carapacians on the midnight city subway system. thats a fun concept. would they both be dersites? prospitians? would one be a dersite and the other a prospitian? much to think about

[you-hate-time-travel]

(carapacian romance anon back again i think we should just. idk stick to an emoji? i would suggest an orange bc its my fav colour but im allergic to citruses :( ill continue to brainstorm on that + tmbg & th give me life) ANYHOW, i dont think hussie ever thought people were going to like the carapacians as much as anybody else but like. it was bound to happen eventually i suppose wq & wk sure show some kind of romantic interest in the comic, but as you said from a king and a queen that's kind of what you expect. would their relationship be a form of comphet in carapacian society? given that carapacians dont exactly have gender so the need for comphet standards is obsolete, but their relationship is like.. that of a standard relationship humans understand i love taking concepts from troll society and human society and twisting it up and everything but, having said that, would carapacian romance be limited to only 1 kind, 4 kinds or 9 kinds. why do leprechauns need that many?? i know its based off of lucky charms cereal. i honest to god never heard of the cereal until homestuck but surely because its *9* it has to be complex, right hussie didnt just add it in there because of a CEREAL RIGHT? but its hussie we're talking about here WHY WOULD HE DO ANY OF THIS

i feel like WQ/WK (and by extension the dersite royalty?) could be presented like that in-universe as like, a shorthand or trope? like, it's easy set-dressing for these kids to understand while they're, idk, becoming gods or whatever

He probably gave them nine charms to mix and match because she was kind of making fun of trolls. Complex romance system that people got very attached to? Lol, these guys have it even more complicated. AND theyre all gay.

[tentacleterrorized]

TT: I have made a break through searching my ship. I discovered a computer that was once in use by the Dersites who owned this ship. It was connected to the security system. From this, I was able to find footage of myself from years past. As I suspected, I am the reason the ship is in such poor condition. The old inhabitants of this ship seemed to be the first of many victims of slaughter at my hands when I was still the plaything of the horrorterrors.

TT: I can't say that I've gleamed any knowledge as to why I did so. However, I have seen enough footage of myself now to know that I was clearly not of sound mental faculties. More so than was already apparent to me the past year or so.

TT: It actually shocks me now to see the state I was in. Not just mentally, but physically. I have always known that my physical health could at best be described as dangerous, but seeing myself so disheveled and emaciated... I have really taken for granted how much I have changed recently.

[rajanilefreak]

(this one was too heavy to be added directly)

Next try she decided to try and combine the knife block which she deemed a bit too violent, though very effective. She'll not be using it much except in dire moments.

And now the one she will be using the most.

With the weapon of choice made for her spraykind strife specibus, she had a few other, more concerning things to worry about before she returned to the Alchemiter.

(Unfortunately I forgot that she would be in her godtier outfit by then and drew her still in these clothes.)

Sasha is very pratical and, after having to help heal a lot of dersites and prospitians blind, she decided it was bets to get some sort of equipment that could help with diagnosis. Again, because she doesn't know how to work the Alchemiter very well and her previous tries were very rushed, she instead got this. Tim will be beyond amused about it, her consorts somehow end up thinking that this is actually the hero of void instead of Sasha.

next try was... something. Not what she wanted but it was something.

Now something that actually works and isn't pedantic about it.

Her first try at a computer. Interesting but not quite what she wants.

her second attempt is better yet worse at the same time.

it does give her the idea of a hands free diagnosis tool. same sight problem as the goggles, but she's not going to need to use it a lot of the time, only in medical emergencies.

and with two new glasses added to her wardrobe, might as well add some new outfits too. Her first addition, a vaguely bug themed outfit.

Second outfit doesn't stray much from the bug theme.

last of the bug themed outfits.

out with the bugs, in with the stars. it worked for a kickass weapon, so it might work too for a kickass outfit.

how about something smaller than a nebula and go for the solar system? (Tim is loving these one liners)

not that she needs a space suit with her godtier one.

sometimes something can have a bit too many pockets, i guess.

onto something more homestuck looking.

and now something useful to explore a planet in a constant state of blackout and nighttime.

(I made a typo and only noticed after having turned the frames into gif ;_;)

She does try to give it to Rose, but she's a dual wielder. Someone else does end up using it though, but said person is still a spoiler in my fic at the current time.

the computer's final form. (i accidentally made the screen move too much, it isn't suposed to give someone nausea due to it moving too much just trying to look at it.)

And now something for Sasha to use on her Quest.

And now the haul:

My Alchemiter haul for Sasha

This took a long while. It's for my TMA/CSAU crossover. It's not everything she Alchemizes but its the ones i felt the need to draw. I'm going to try to put it in order of alchemizing.

First, here's the objects she'll be using.

The guitar and the computer aside from the coloring are not drawn by me. I used the resources from this website for those two: https://homestuck.net/img/resources/assets/

This was the first thing she alchemized as a test, not really expecting to need a weapon so soon. It was one of the 'joke' items I wanted to draw.

Hoping the pre-punched card hat some sort of etherial power to it, she decided to mess up with it. Her first experiment wasn't very successful. She discards these very easily. (later one her consorts get a hold of these. turns out she ends up being right about said etherial powers.)

Her second attempt at combining these items is not any better. These ones really don't have any use.

Finally something useful. Only for blinding opponents, though. Like a clunkier smoke bomb.

(this is getthing pretty heavy so I'm going to continue in a follow up post)