#not homeverse

[homeverse-au-official]

in lieu of chapter two of Homeverse coming out just yet, have some canon-compliant! 

Some things that were taken into consideration: 

-Vriska and Equius were literal neighbors living in a desert-type canyon, likely created by a large, ancient river similar to the Grand Canyon

-Sollux was in flight-range of Aradia when she was mind-controlled into killing him 

-Nepeta is the furthest away from any of the others in relation TO each other

-Eridan and Gamzee live on the same beach because Eridan is able to throw Gamzee’s wayward faygo bottle back at him (and apparently does so with some annoyed regularity..) 

-Feferi lives in the waters in the areas Eridan can easily access to hunt lusi

-Kanaya also lives in a desert, likely the same one as Vriska and Equius but further up the tributary line as in the Pesterlogs she can physically visit Vriska, but the biomes are slightly different

[pink-link-lemonade]

I love drawing him angry or annoyed and idk why

Oh yeah and Shadow is here to judge how cold Sonic is (ice cold, but he doesn’t feel like it)

[teacorgi]

anne n raito :3

[morguemaw]

Outer?,,,

(love me the space aesthetic)

Dont gotta ask me twice!!! :)

Icons are Free To Us (F2U) !! Kindly credit them as Homeverse icons tho ! Outer; Aka Cotton X Creates home-made quilts with his brother X Huge sleepy boi X Knows everything abt space, strongly believes Pluto is a planet

[triangularitydubs]

I'm gonna do it. I'm going to advertise a blog. That I have. No shame. No regrets. Lets go.

Hey you, yeah! Do you like Welcome Home By ClownIllistrations? The one with all the puppets that are all friendly with a dark secret or something.

Seemingly unrelated question, have you seen the godlike creation of XTale/Underverse by Jakei?

Yeah of course you have. Well. I combined them. I call it WelcomeXHome or The Welcoming Event. Maybe even Homeverse. But regardless, its in its early stages.

So if you reading this and you follow my blog, you might as well follow that one too cuz, I post more often there.

Here ya go, I'll save you the searching.

[cassa-maid-of-hope]

Hey y’all I know I never do this but please go read my fic! It would mean a lot, since I’ve been working on this story for a little over a year. It’s Davekat, eventually, and heavy on the worldbuilding and Highschool emotion goodness. I hope you like it :)

[tempoaryblogformightyjensblog]

This is the teaser for the first episode of an audio drama I am making! It is an adaptation of @mable-stitchpunk's phenomenal fanficiton 'Can't go home again'.

Its not just be doing it either, @coffeebox99 did the bit of narration you hear in this teaser.

[savagepzza]

Making a big cornicione on this saucy mozzarella pepperoni and big black olives PZZA is really satisfying, #bakingsteel #525degrees #cornicione #bulkfermentation #caputo #chefflour #pizzadoughflavor #pizzarecipe #chefflour #72hourpizzadough #pizzadoughflavor #homemade #homeversion #secretrecipe #pizzasauce #mezzettapizzasauce #mozzarella #pepperoni #blackolives #parmesanreggiano #PZZAsauce #pizza #pizzaporn #newyorkpizzafestival #pizzaiolo #pzzaaiolomiddleton #weekendvibes (at Middleton, Wisconsin) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfhkVvmPb38/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[tomatette]

Ooh, I'd love to know about the Loki fic!

Lol, that's a super old one. Basically, Loki wants to play a prank on Thor, but it backfires.

When Loki wakes up after blacking out, he finds himself in a world very everything is the same - but not. Because while things might look the same, people are most decidedly not. Or to be more exacty: They are the opposite of what they usually are. That makes Thor a pretty sadistic guy, who likes to slap Loki around for fun.

Doesn't sound pleasant? But the worst thing is that, when Loki looks into the mirror, he can see himself back in his "homeverse". And that Loki is the counterpart to Sadistic!Thor, and just really awful and unpleasant all around, and now unleashed onto Loki's "homeverse"

Anyway, it's just really very complicated, and I don't think I will ever write more on it. And because of that, I'll just slap it under the cut. It's un-betad, raw material, so don't expect all too much XD

When Loki woke up that morning, dark clouds were looming in the sky outside the window next to his bed, and the air smelled strongly of ozone. He threw off the covers and thought to himself: “What a perfect day to play a little prank on my beloved brother and his adoring little friends.”

For a midsummer day, the marble was surprisingly cold beneath his bare feet when he padded over to the bathroom adjoining his rooms. He barely noticed it, though. His mind was otherwise occupied.

What could he possibly do that would outshine every single of his past mischiefs? It had to be something that would reveal just how much of an unbearable fool Thor was, he pondered. Because, infuriatingly, nobody but Loki seemed to see. Least of all the Bootlickers Three and this uppity wench, Sif.

Thor never became tired of calling them their friends. And wasn’t that just the best proof of his idiocy? Because, clearly, even a blind man could see that Loki was merely a tolerated presence in their little sworn-in circle. Only there, because Thor insisted on dragging him along - usually without even bothering to ask for Loki’s consent, of course.

And, oh, how was he fed up with this whole wretched business. With their distrustful glances whenever they thought Thor couldn’t see. Not that Thor would see, even if they did it right under his nose. He was completely unheeding towards his friend’s faults - or his brother’s for that matter. Each snide comment meant to cut Loki was waved away with a good-natured laugh and a jovial slap on the shoulder. Loki, though, never forgot even a single of their slights against him. And it made him want to pay them back all the more.

But how? How?

He caught sight of his reflection in the mirror over the washing basin, and after a moment a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Oh … Yes, of course.

Swiftly, he stormed back into his bedroom and opened the drawers of the intricately ornamented chest that held worthless baubles as well as some of his most valuable possessions. Things cluttered to the floor left and right, while he rummaged around the drawers, one after the other, without finding what he was looking for.

Until, finally, he did.

With a triumphant huff he unrolled the parchment and let his fingers trail over the ancient runes, faded from age, like a lover would caress their beloved’s skin. He had found it in a cobwebbed tome about the history of Seiðr. It had slipped out between the pages and come to lie right in front of Loki’s feet. And one glance had sufficed for him to realize that it was very old - and likely also very powerful.

Loki had spent long hours perched over the parchment in flickering candle light, trying to decipher the meaning of those runes that looked simultaneously exasperatingly familiar - and not. Eventually, he’d been pretty sure he had a relatively good grasp of what this spell was about - relatively meaning there were some details left he had not been able to translate and chose to interpret according to the information he possessed.

It had been a bit of a let-down, honestly. Apparently, all this spell could do, was alter reflections in specular surfaces, which wasn’t really all too thrilling. At the time he’d been so angry for having wasted precious time on something so utterly useless that he’d thrown the scroll into one of his drawers, intent to forget about it as quickly as possible

Now though …

He took the parchment, leaving behind the havoc he had created without sparing it a second glance, and went back to the bathroom. This spell was positively perfect for what he wanted to achieve. They would so regret ever having messed with him. 

Ever.

In front of the mirror, he smoothed his features into something a little less smug and more appropriate to the task he was about to perform. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and let his mind reach for the strings of Seiðr running through his body. He channeled the energy, let it stream through his arms and his hands, until the magic poured out from his fingertips like clear water.

His lips started moving almost on their own accord, incanting the words in the foreign tongue of the Ancients. He felt the power like an electric current pulsing through his veins. It was a heady sensation, and for a moment he was almost surprised that a simple spell would provoke such a strong amplitude of his Seiðr.

Then, all of a sudden, the magic flow became a torrent, and Loki choked in surprise and pain. He was on fire. A cold blue fire that burned him from the inside out.

A scream tore free from his throat.

His vision went white.

Then, nothing.

*

When Loki came to, he was lying on the bathroom floor, his face pressed uncomfortably against the cold tiles. With a deep groan he rolled onto his back, the ceiling above him moving in and out of focus.

What in the nine had happened to him? His head was pounding just like that one time Thor had managed to coax him into having a brotherly night out in town. What his brother had conveniently forgotten to mention was that he had invited their friends to come along. After an agonizing hour of being squashed between the bulks of Thor and Volstagg and forced to listen to Fandral bragging about his latest amorous conquests, he just couldn’t take it any longer. He had ordered his first alcoholic beverage of the evening - and far from the last. He couldn’t remember anything that had happened after the sixth, except for waking the next morning feeling like something that should have rightfully been dead.

But he didn’t drink last night - or did he?

Anyway, the light was far too bright for the precarious state his head was in. All he wanted was to crawl under a rock and die. His only hope was that Thor and their friends were suffering in a similar fashion and …

He remembered so suddenly, it stole his breath away for a second; the spell, the dizziness, the pain. With a moan he pushed himself up into a sitting position and closed his eyes until the pounding between his temples slowly subsided. Eventually, he could think again, without feeling like it would break his brain.

“This had better be worth it,” he muttered through clenched teeth and picked himself up from the floor. Pain or no, he would go now to check on Thor and if it was the last thing he’d ever do.

As it turned out, he didn’t have to make the effort to find his brother, because his brother found him before he could even so much as stumble from the bathroom.

“Loki,” he growled, and his face was positively murderous. With three steps he stood in front of Loki - towered really, even though he wasn’t that much taller - and put his left hand around the back of Loki’s neck. 

Now, that was a gesture Loki was painfully familiar with. Thor loved to just wrap his fingers around his nape and bring their faces close together. But this … was different. Never had Thor’s fingers dug quite so painfully into his vulnerable flesh, and the way his eyes flashed was almost … menacing.

Loki managed to break free from his brother’s hold and quickly danced back. “Thor,” he hissed. “What in the nine has gotten into you?” Glaring, he rubbed the tender spot on his neck where a bruise was almost guaranteed to bloom. “Damned brute!”

“I should’ve wrung your neck while I was at it,” Thor growled, the words but a low rumbles, his eyes flashing with something akin to madness. He stepped closer again, Loki backing away from him instinctively, until his back was hitting the wall. 

What was going on?

Thor was an asshole at times. He could be cruel and hurtful, but usually didn’t realize what he was doing. That was what made him so insufferable for Loki. The incapability to understand the consequences of his own actions.

This though … this was different.

Loki had never been scared of Thor. Had never had a reason to fear him, no matter what. But right here, right now, he could feel a tingle of unease creep up his spine. 

“Loki, you wretched little cunt. What did I tell you about touching my things?”

“What?” The word was out before Loki could stop it. He was just too flabbergasted. It wasn’t like Thor at all to speak to him - to anyone - like this. The big oaf was honorable to a fault. Even when he was really angry, he would probably be all shoves and bluster.

Not like this.

Never like this.

“Give it back, you thieving snake,” Thor growled, stepping even closer, until Loki could feel his brother’s hot breath on his face. “Or do you need another lesson in obedience?”

He resisted the urge to avert his eyes. It was never a good idea to show weakness in the face of a predator. And those were exactly the vibes Thor was giving off at the moment. A terrifying beast of a bear, vicious and bloodthirsty, waiting for the right opening to go in for the kill.

Loki schooled his features into an expression of indifference. “I have no idea what you are talking about”, he said. “I doubt very much that you possess anything I might need or desire.”

Obviously, it had not been the right thing to say, because Thor’s stare hardened even further, his eyes as cold and cutting as shards.

“Tonight,” Thor hissed. “I give you until tonight to return it to me - otherwise I will make you regret you were born.”

The fist to the stomach came as a surprise and knocked the breath out of Loki. He doubled over, gasping and wheezing. Tears of pain and humiliation sprang to his eyes, yet he managed to stay on his feet until he heard the door to his rooms fall shut with a resounding bang.

Then, and only then, he allowed himself to drop to his knees, clutching his abdomen and fighting back the bile threatening to climb up his throat.

Something was wrong.

Very, very wrong.

And he would have to find out what it was, because he had no doubt that his brother would otherwise make good of his words.

*

After this rather disturbing episode with Thor, Loki came to the decision it would be for the best to lock himself up in his rooms for the time being. He didn’t think that even the thick oak door could keep Thor from getting in if he really set his mind to it. But doing so would Loki at least give a fair warning and some time to prepare - for what, he had no idea.

The matter of the fact was, though, that his door didn’t have any locks. He stared at the exact point where he just knew the metal bolts used to be. But as much as he tried, he couldn’t even find the slightest hint of them ever having existed.

Now, that was decidedly weird.

With a frown he stepped back into the room and, for the first time since he woke up this morning, took a real look around.

The differences were small - a vial occupying a spot where it didn’t belong, the framed picture of Thor and himself as young boys that he kept on his nightstand for whatever reason, missing - but they were there. And now that he had noticed them, they were practically glaring in his face.

Shaking his head, Loki went back into the bathroom and tried to remember what exactly had happened before he lost his consciousness the night before. He closed his eyes and leaned heavily on the rim of the washing basin, letting his head hang between his shoulders..

The spell. Something must have gone wrong with it - but what? And how did it explain Thor’s strange behavior? The misplaced things?

He shook his head and opened his eyes to examine his face in the mirror - what exactly he was hoping to find there he didn’t know..

But all that was reflected back to him was the empty bathroom behind him.

Well, and his own face, obviously. 

His own face that looked back at him with a smug grin. Only, he wasn’t smiling.

“Loki? Are you done in there?”

He flinched violently at the sound of Thor’s voice. But something wasn’t quite right. It took Loki a moment to figure out what was disturbing him. And when he did, eventually, it didn’t make any sense whatsoever.

Because Thor’s voice seemed to come from the other side of the mirror.

His brows knitted together in confusion. The other Loki smiled.

“I will be with you in a minute, brother”, the reflection called over its shoulder and turned back to Loki. “He’s such a guileless idiot, isn’t he? So much nicer than my Thor - but the lovely bruises on your throat suggest that you already made his acquaintance.”

Loki stared at his reflection in disbelief. “What is this?” he whispered. “What are you?”Mirror-Loki clucked his tongue. “Aren’t you supposed to be the clever one? I am you. And you are me, I guess. Only that you are not. But it’ll be more fun to let you figure out the details yourself.”

[xeno-bio-sociology]

I've seen the idea that, fitting with 12 castes, trolls have 3 digits on each hand and foot, or 3 plus a thumb/dewclaw they didn't count for this purpose, and use base 12 as standard - I think it was splickedylit and homeverse-official I've seen use that? Numbers being important could also tie into the 6-letter names, as they're named and recorded by the jades, the 6th caste. Am I missing any obvious possible numerology things?

Could just as easily be 4 fingers and 2 thumbs per hand in that case, but either is interesting. 

Some number systems also use the joints, and count with the thumb touching them, such that on a human hand each finger would count for 3 of 4, depending on if you count the pad, so you could decide on the number of segments a troll has that way. Possibly also including the claw. Binary is also an option.

IIRC the Christmas equivalent was on 12th perigee’s eve, which means that they have at least 12 perigees/sweep or per season, and heavily implies exactly 12 since Christmas is in the last month on our own calendars. So that ties in easily. If you go with 3 digits+dewclaw, 4 fingers + 1 dewclaw, or the usual human setup, you can bring the quadrants and the adult names into it. 4 quads, 8 letter titles. If you get a number 5 in there with the addition of a thumb, then you’ve got enough fingers to put a ring on each for each partner, and if you’ve got 6 then you get one that represents yourself as well.

6 sweeps is implied to be the beginning of troll puberty, as an analogue to starting one’s teens as a human. The beforans were what, 7.5 or so? = 16 so the middle of it. You could easily put 8 sweeps as the age one is officially an adult and earns one’s adult name. And perhaps then one has to be either double that - 16 to earn one’s second title, or perhaps one earns either another letter each 8 sweeps after with a cutoff at 16 total, or some exponential or logorythmic equivalent to ensure that highbloods get extra fancy stuff. Or perhaps just 8x8 - 64 sweeps when you earn your second title. Different possibilities.

IDK like anything abt numerology, so that’s all I’ve got.

[themarginalthinker]

Welcome to Marginal Thinking!

This is a blog dedicated to writing of various fandom persuasions, oc works, and creativity of all sorts! Below is a small list of the major tags I curate here.

Asks are always open, though I would appreciate not asking for fic/wip updates! The writing will come when it comes.

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Homestuck -Homeverse blog -Homeverse tag -Homestuck general tag

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The Lost Boys -TLB Masterlist -TLB general tag

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[homeverse-au-official]

Spicy new troll worldbuilding, not connected to Homeverse really, but the wider Empire: They have a concept called tithe brides, basically an extra-marital partner who's more of a status symbol than anything else. Usually it's a Tet'kem that is particularly beautiful or has some unusual feature or is otherwise commodified in some way. Anyway, here's Karkat in a traditional tithe bride costume. Yes he's topless, trolls are a worker sex and they don't have breasts.

[pink-link-lemonade]

IH!Sonic Doodles bc slay

[teacorgi]

Anne n Raito doing a couple cosplay of the Heroine and Shin from Amnesia :3

[morguemaw]

Horrortale

Did both!! Ill do a pinch of info since its for Homeverse :)

Icons are Free To Us (F2U) !! Kindly credit them as Homeverse icons tho ! Sans; Aka Butch X Works as a butcher X Loves dark humor X Ex chain smoker Papyrus; Aka Chatter X Huge chatter box X Clacks/clicks/chitters his teeth alot X Works as a butcher with his brother, but instead gets the meat! Wonder what it is..

[onekisstotakewithme]

oooOOOoooo trick or treat oooOOOoooooo~ -ypq

🥰🎃 (pretending i didn't peak halloween-wise last year with Katabasis but)

i'm going to be sooo gross and sappy and give you a FULL SIZE treat! A headcanon, a song that makes me think of Peg, and a snippet

🎃 headcanon: Hawkeye is the main cook of the triad, and he knows everyone at the local farmer's markets by name. He remembers everyone's favourite dishes and cooking is a way of relaxing and showing his partners how much he loves them. He also teaches Erin to cook.

🍬 a song: "Against the Wind" by Bob Seger is a song that makes me think of teenage Peg running for the nearest coast as soon as she was old enough.

🍭 a snippet, from 'make of our hearts, one heart' aka vow renewal fic/Homeverse 5/triad wedding:

Hawkeye is holding up a well-thumbed copy of The Big Sleep, but instead of opening it, he grins at her. “You know you’re making the rest of us look bad?” “How do you mean, darling?” “Well, you may have noticed that you’re the only one on this beach reading serious literature.” “Oh shut up.” “In fact, I bet you I won’t understand a word of it – I failed reading in kindergarten,” he says, swiping the book from her lap. Peg makes a futile effort to take it back, embarrassed, but Hawkeye already has it, opening it to a random page. She holds her breath, and then groans as Hawkeye makes a confused face. He starts to read. “And then, Captain Chapman reached for his ray-gun, eager to save his first officer from the clutches of the beautiful but deadly Tholian women…” “Give me that,” Peg says, making an ineffectual swipe for it, as Hawkeye cackles, holding it out of reach and continuing. “He could not deny that they were very alluring, their gently undulating bodies a siren’s song despite the repulsive green skin covering them. He fired, and fired, and fired again, but they were immune to the blasts from his ray-gun…” “Hawkeye!” “You know, I don’t remember ray-guns being used in Anna Karenina,” he teases, and she flushes hot, embarrassed. “I- Well.” He tugs the dust jacket from the book, revealing the truth. “Aha! The Green Sirens of the Tholian Empire. A fine piece of literature.” “If you’re quite done, I’d like that back,” she says, trying to maintain some level of dignity.