you are being awfully self deprecating with your blog name and tag use. you’re not genuinely annoying, and there’s nothing wrong with changing up the tags you use. i would say that yt kinda isn’t an sm, find something new to be excited about! or try drawing a single line, idk.
eh, the title was a recent change after an anon told me to stop promoting my incomplete AuraStone Aura Fusion Generator
but the tags, well, came back from when i first met the Chaos Fam in 2020; they were supposed to be my shitpost tags, but they bled in to my everyday textposts
annnnnd now i think there’s a fuckton of posts with those two tags that it might take a long time to edit them all to remove them
but hey, at least browsing through my archive is slightly easier—
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[i deny anything to do with this. dirk writing fanfiction, modern no sburb au, rated T so far, lots of self loathing and judginess]
It was the end of the evening shift. He did a lot of closing nowadays, night blurring into dawn: there wasn’t anyone to drag him out. Not anymore.
On the counter, there was a finished drink, the customer’s name written on it in sharpie. His coworker must have ducked out just before calling out their name. He picks it up. It’s not until he calls out the name that it registers: “Enkidu!”
From the back of the coffee shop, a familiar figure approaches, and Gilgamesh’s heart clenched. For a desperate moment, he dared to hope.
Dirk exhales, rereading the paragraphs for typos. Then he saves it into the folder titled Oubliette, and opens a different text file. His SBaHJ reverse-mpreg vore isn’t going to write itself, and Dirk can’t disappoint his readership.
Even as the thought forms, his inbox dings. His heart speeds up at the view of the sweetest words known to man or machine:
[AO3] Comment on SBaHJ: the Romeomance
Of course he immediately opens the notification.
centaursTesticle left the following comment:
My admiration, as always, is yours. I would be happy to read more in this GRIPPING tale
Dirk permits himself a small smile. This guy has been commenting on Dirk’s fics, first in a binge and now on every new installment he updated. Dirk mentally fist-bumps him before opening his WIP folder, where the relevant fic document lives. It’s a good day.
It is not a good night.
Dirk should go the fuck to sleep. Or at least to shower. He washed the dishes earlier and his shirt has more unmentionable fluids on it than his latest fic update, which is saying something.
Instead, he goes to Romeomance’s page and hits refresh.
Not even a tick on the visit count.
This is stupid. Dirk is being a useless idiot. If people can’t appreciate his subtle satire and how it corresponds with the tone of the original comics and movies, that’s on them, and not on him.
There’s a newer fanfic than his with twice the hitcount, not even looking at kudos.
Well, so what? People like what they like. As long as Dirk is happy with the stuff he writes – and while he’s always aware of places he could improve, he rather is happy with it – what does it matter what response some other person’s fic gets?
The title is a lower-case quote from a song that was in the top 40s ten years ago. The tags include Enemies to Lovers, Only One Bed, and Slow Burn. (The fic isn’t even 10K, and it’s marked as complete, so Dirk is a teensy bit skeptical of how slow that burn is.)
Dirk clicks in. Maybe he can learn a thing or two.
The first two paragraphs make a fairly clever allusion to the famous stairs monologue. It’s a surprisingly fresh outlook on a piece of canon that’s been worn to palimpsest and back by fanon. It could be a good fic. Dirk might enjoy it. Better, Dirk might learn how to write something that isn’t worthless drivel–
He closes the tab.
This would be an excellent time to go shower.
He opens the tab again. He reads through the story grimly, marking how the dialogue sounds lively and not like two finger puppets squeaking at one another. Yes, okay, it’s a stylistic choice for Dirk. That, and he can’t fucking write dialogue to save his life.
By the time Dirk reaches the author’s notes at the end, the only argument he can make against deleting all his own fic is that it can serve as a cautionary tale.
The end notes thank two beta readers. Dirk runs his fics past Roxy when he can swing it, but for the most part, he hasn’t managed to attract a beta reader in years. Maybe that’s why everything he writes gargles balls.
There’s also a link to the author’s entry in the Every Little Bid Helps fanfic auction. Dirk clicks on the link mostly out of self preservation: if he rereads this fic, he really will orphan his account. That would be sad for that centaursTesticle guy, wouldn’t it? Think of the testicles. The centaur ones.
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i am literally insane about this homestuck fancomic website
after just having read sburb done quick, pay dat rent, ior, the grapple comic, hypnagogia AND fearn0t, i have just started reading the tapestry. cause everyone on the planet talks about it. i have done this instead of reading EITHER of the other ones i said i was gonna read (sburb refresh and desynced) (also i was gonna read hexane but the flashes arent working ... ?? i hope ruffle spontaneously fixes so i can keep reading it but until that happens im stalled on that)
i WILL keep u updatied with my thoughts on the tapestry
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jumbled thoughts upon rereading hivebent for like the 5th time
i reread (aka. watched all of the corresponding lets read homestuck videos while sewing scalemates) all of hivebent today and. ive read it myself three times and watched it on lrhs twice now and. there is just something about it more so than any other acts that lrhs has done that lends it soooooooo well to the audio format. i guess its the sheer volume of the story that is told purely through the chatlogs and memos and the nonchronology that is a bit easy to lose track of when reading yourself?
whatever. it just refreshed my Emotions about the trolls and their relationships and their session. karkat my babygirl with issues he is such a little bitch but he deserves the softest comfiest bed with so many plushies... aradia my sweetheart she makes me soooooooo sad when you see her at different moments going from happy and friendly to dead and spooky and nihilistic to her shift to murdery robot mode...
feferi talking to kanaya about both of their knowledge of sburb before going in!!! feferi being so tired of keeping eridan in check and god shes just a kid they all are!!!!!
karkats descent into whatever the hell that is. madness. selfkismeisitude. sleep deprived emoboy fuckassery. god he is so sillay i remembered that he is like the number one troll of all time (one of two i knew existed before i read homestuck lol) for good reason!!!
just. the whole thing is so well written. it plays with itself. one of my rereads was via my print copy of it and hussie talks about how the format of hivebent only works because it follows the established structure of the first few acts of homestuck. it makes fun of its own format and shitty structure and unfolds in such a cool way. and the characters holy fuck the characters weve already seen them but every single one is so richly characterized--even the flatter ones are immediately appealing and/or intriguing!!! theyre all so unique and distinct and yet the web of their relationships is so complex and yet casual.
like. the friendships and relationships make sense and theyre all connected in different amounts that makes putting them all in a story so cool. its like inviting all your friendgroups and the friendgroups on the outskirts of those ones that circle back to your own into a big discord server and then your one weird nerdy friend says ok guy2 iit2 tiime two play the game that wiil blow up the planet that my giirlfriiend 2aiid we 2hould play for game niight.
speaking of aradia holy SHIT the end of hivebent is so cool like. it doesnt come to a clean chronological end. we end up with karkats yelling from all up and down the timeline and start feeling like something doesnt work out. and aradia has already told us this but its looking a bit worrying! and then aradia comes in with her whole monologue and holy shit. i get chills. every. single. time. like whether or not you already know that the "twist" is that they created our universe it still hits like one. houuuugh.
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