#who are a mirror of dave and bro

[nintendont2502]

These kids need a hug

[thewertsearch]

[Dave] goes underground and discovers gold ruins. Before entering, he's interrupted by Karkat who uses a memo to warn both him and John about their involvement with Terezi and Vriska, telling them the scourge sisters are partaking in a dangerous game of rivalry fueled flirtation which has gotten both him and John killed at least once each.

Initially, I wasn’t sure we’d seen all four of these deaths - but on reflection, I think I can actually list them.

John was manipulated to his death by Terezi, creating Davesprite’s timeline.

He was also killed by Jack, as part of Vriska’s plan to turn him into a god.

Green-Suit Dave was killed as the result of Terezi’s game/experiment.

Red-Suit Dave was killed by DD, who was acting on Vriska’s suggestion to create Bec.

Bro is slain by his own sword, and the body is discovered by Dave later, who can't bring himself to retrieve the sword.

Bro's death is canon - but, at least for now, Davesprite's death is not. Hope is the thing with feathers.

[Dave] then goes on to make all the money needed, to buy all the fraymotifs, which are powerful battle techniques purchased from consorts, and to reach the top of his echeladder.

I’m interested in seeing these Fraymotifs in action – particularly the combined ones that we saw in John’s walkaround.

John appears to be getting a combination attack with each of his co-players. Based on what we know of their respective Aspects, I'll brainstorm some hypothetical techniques that match these names.

Ivories in the Fire [Breath/Time]: I'm picturing John and Dave's combination attack as a time-accelerated hurricane. The main problem with weather manipulation is that it tends to be rather slow; John's storms come out relatively fast, but Dave's help, he can bring them out instantly, firing gales off with the speed and precision of lasers.

Mixolydian Maelstrom [Breath/Light]: A maelstrom of light and wind sounds like something John and Rose would use to distract foes, rather than directly harm them. I think this could be a smoke-and-mirrors technique, summoning strobe lights and clouds of dust to confuse and disrupt large groups of enemies.

Fantasia’s Inhale [Breath/Space]: This sounds like some reality-bending shit. Maybe the Prospit siblings can warp space in a way that synergizes with John's normal fighting style. For example, they could lower the mass of any objects in their vicinity, allowing John's wind to launch much larger objects than normal.

With [Dave’s] massive reserve of grist accumulated in his travels and his more advanced torrenting capabilities, he allows Jade to alchemize some sophisticated equipment right away.

This is a good point that I didn’t catch at the time. The GristTorrent we saw in the comic has an extremely slow download speed, but Jade quickly had millions of grist to spare. Dave had to have a way to speed up the transfer.

[Jade] makes her entry item from the pre-punched card. A tree sprouts from the alchemiter, and a green Bec-shaped pinata dangles from a branch.

Oddly enough, Jade’s entry item spawned the same tree that John’s did. Rose and Dave’s items didn’t have anything in common, so it's just the Prospit siblings whose items share traits.

How typical is this phenomenon? Does it mean anything? With this comic, it's often difficult to tell.

As the clock ticks down to the CRITICAL EVENT, the most important character in Homestuck sits and watches this pandemonium ensue. And then, the second most important character in Homestuck positions a shitty drawing of himself in front of a typewriter and writes this recap.

Gamzee is now more important than Hussie, for whatever that’s worth. What the hell is going on with this guy?

[calware]

would you ever share a list of your fave fics to reread ? Id love to hear your recommendations and faves

sure thing :) i'm only going to list works that have been going on for a while (or at least have gotten past the very beginning of the story) and that i've read all the way through. i'm also not going to list any of the super iconic fics i like because this list is already pretty long. these are all based on stuff that i personally find more interesting to read about, mostly focused on the human characters and not a lot of romance

i don't really know if these first two count but they're too good to not include:

Jade Route by spicyyeti

a post-epilogues comic centering around jade, this is my favorite homestuck fanwork. i especially love the artwork and the way it frames the story. it is reaaallllly hard to read it on a phone so make sure to read it on a computer or tablet

House of Dirk by imarriedacherub no rating - graphic depictions of violence - 13,570 words - 20 chapters (unfinished) A sitcom about completely normal and well-adjusted newlyweds Dirk and Caliborn attempting to make a good impression on their son, Dave, and his boyfriend, Karkat.

another comic, this one hosted on both ao3 and mspfa (though the ao3 version has more pages). i like how ridiculous it is. will probably never be finished, sadly

moving on to the actual fics:

Reallocated by breezefulskies mature - chose not to use archive warnings - 324,756 words - 65 chapters (unfinished) Hal finds himself stranded aboard a certain meteor, impact-bound for Houston, Texas circa 1995. And everything spirals out from there. Because sometimes, when a system seems to be just short of defunct, all that is required is to take a step back and reevaluate the materials at hand and redistribute your available resources. And so, with birth comes a countdown on a cycle that begins as it ends: In the red.

hal is mysteriously sent to earth via unknown means and finds himself raising a baby as best as he can, which, given that he's glasses, is not easy. this is my favorite homestuck fic, not just because it's about hal, but also because i love the focus on family dynamics and the plot as it unfolds. begging everyone to read this, i can't say what happens exactly without spoiling things, it's just really really good. at the moment, it updates once a month

Ersatz Abyss by katreal mature - no archive warnings apply - 120,092 words - 39 chapters (unfinished) You look into the mirror to find your own face looking back at you. You laugh. And then you cry. Last, you try and figure out how you got to this moment. The Auto-Responder had long since resigned himself to an artificial existence, his only dwindling hope for escape hinging on a promise that has yet to be fulfilled. Then one day he wakes up, Dirk nowhere to be found. What's the point in getting what you want, if you can't show off a little?

another great hal fic. i managed to get my roommate (who has not read homestuck) to read this and they really enjoyed it, so i'm sure you all won't have any problems liking this one either. there are a lot of fics out there of hal getting a body, but this one is very different in that it's not the happy ending that you might first think it is. this fic perfects the feeling of everything snowballing into a bigger and bigger problem until it all falls apart

Falling for the First Time by nobrandhero teen - no warnings apply - 63,818 words - 11/17 chapters The game is over, Alpha Earth resets to 2009, and Dirk's bro doesn't live up to expectations. The movie director who appears so chill and stoic in interviews is actually a talkative, needy dweeb like his teenage counterpart. It's not a bad thing, as far as Dirk's concerned.

for whatever reason, i'm a sucker for fics where the characters somehow end up on earth again post-game, and out of all the fics that follow that concept this one is my favorite. sadly, this one barely touches on jane and jake, but it's pretty interesting to read about what dirk and roxy are getting up to with their guardians (and the earth) restored to their previous conditions

The Haunted Harley House by hemoanarchists teen - chose not to use archive warnings - 78,462 words - 23 chapters (finished) There is an old house you built a long long time ago, alongside someone very close to you. Now as you don a new name, slipping back into society to care for a descendant, to whom tragedy has left you as her only family left, you take her to the house, the house that bears your family name. You really shouldn't have been surprised when he came to join you. It is his house too, after all.

carlah, a young girl who lives on earth c, has just been taken in by her uncle "jacob harley" after her mother's death. as time goes on, she slowly learns more about the true nature of her new guardians and the house they all live in. normally i'm not that interested in OCs but i love how intriguing carlah is as an outsider of the story. it's really easy to get invested in her as she uncovers a mystery we all know from the beginning and another that we have to learn along with her. shoutout to dysfunctional family dynamics

actually, while i'm at it, i'm going to recommend a bunch of other stuff he's written:

Atlantis Bound teen - chose not to use archive warnings - 33,263 words - 8 chapters (unfinished) Dirk tracks down an old friend

prequel to the haunted harley house but can also be read after (or separately). i really like the dynamic between dirk and vriska here, and i also love the way vriska's repeated reincarnation is utilized. vriska's journey through the newest iteration of her life while dirk watches over her is soooo captivating, especially when snippets of her previous lives are sprinkled in throughout. do you guys love cycles? personally i love cycles

Cherubian mature - chose not to use archive warnings - 54,011 words - 29 chapters (unfinished) The 5000 year time skip never happened, at the dawn of time the gods desperately try to guide the planet into a better future. But with tensions rising it feels like one bad day could bring everything crumbling down.

all of dante's earth-c god fics as a whole changed my brain chemistry and this acts as the beginning (and catalyst) of that overarching story. a lot happens in a very short amount of time

Transitional teen - no warnings apply - 1,860 words - oneshot a simple question what changed when you went godtier?

super simple but also an interesting exploration of the headcanon that players' bodies change when they go godtier. the twist is that each "change" is unique to each character and relates to their Self in some way

Monster under the bed teen - chose not to use archive warnings - 2,573 words - oneshot Skeletons in the Closet mature - chose not to use archive warnings - 2,910 words - oneshot Small Talk teen - no warnings apply - 8,944 words - 6 chapters (unfinished)

putting all three of these together because i believe(?) they're all part of the same narrative

[skinbeneaththeskull]

80s Dave??? I gotchu bro.

So it's either just before or after a show, Dave's got you laid out on a table, just pounding you to his hearts content. He has a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet, even sticking his fingers down your throat to gag you. All while forcing you keep your eyes on him, him slapping/spanking you everytime you break eye contact.

im actually deranged for forced eye contact<3

AHUUUJII?!?!*@&>@>×>@&@>[@*@,,@*@

when Dave starts his first show of the tour, he's running backstage to meet girls who are just really groupies to him and the band. and of course you were lucky enough to be one of them.

he's picking who he wants, scanning his selection extremely well before landing his pick on... you. how exciting, getting to fuck the front man of your favorite band.

he takes you by the waist, leading you to his own room backstage.

"what's your name, sweetheart?"

he says while pushing you on a small table, kissing up your neck.

"mh! (you say ur name idk),"

"oh yeah? that's a pretty name for a gorgeous girl."

he moves his puffy lips to yours, slipping his tongue in while he's touching all over your body, only slowly though, to see how needy you would get.

you grabbed his hands, moving over to your plush thigh, the other under your shirt and on your tit. he takes the hint, squeezing your top and sneaking his hand under your skirt.

"god, wanna use you so bad. yknow that, princess?"

he pulls away, mumbling against your neck.

"hurry up thennnn," you whined. "thought you would've fucked me the moment you saw me, mustaine-" you giggled.

"didn't wanna make you uncomfortable,"

he huffed, looking up at you with lustfilled eyes.

"but now that i know you're such a slut, maybe i'll fuck you like one."

he shrugged, getting naked before you followed his lead. you were wearing all black lace underneath, immediately catching Dave's attention.

"what?" you laugh.

"nothin, just look good."

he clearly had a bulge in his pants, it growing more as it ached.

"shit! fuck-"

he groaned, immediately flipping you over on your stomach on the table, ass in the air before ripping your panties apart like some crazy animal.

"needa be inside you-"

he groaned, pulling you up by your hips as he slapped your ass harshly before groping the skin.

"hurry.." you whined.

he groaned before shoving his fingers inside of you, already feeling how wet you were for him.

"my sluts all wet already, huh?"

he chuckled, slapping your pussy which made you jump. he pulled himself out before he lined up with your pussy, shoving it deep inside.

"fuck- feels so good.. so warm."

you were already tightening up around him, him slapping your ass again.

"i haven't even moved yet, sweetheart. it's so big, isn't it? yeah, i know baby. taking all of it like a good little whore."

the mixture of praise and degration made you feel some type of way, him starting to thrust inside of you now.

you were already being so loud, trying to grip onto the table for support.

"mmh! D-Dave!"

you whine out, him getting faster and more sloppy.

he kept letting out long groans, gripping onto your hips as he went faster, using you for his own pleasure. your moans got louder, of course it turned him on, but he didn't need everyone to know you were having the time of your life with him.

"fuck- be quiet, slut."

he grunted before shoving his palm over your mouth, putting his free hand on your back so you would arch for him.

"good girl. my personal slut, ain't ya? might take you on the road with me."

he chuckled, slapping your ass again as you had your head down, the mirror infront of you not having your face in the reflection anymore.

"did i say you could put your head down? fucking look at me."

he shoved hiss fingers inside your mouth, pulling you up by your hair to force you to look at yourself in the mirror.

"yeah.. just like that. so fuckin' gorgeous."

you couldn't get enough of him, legs shaking as you sucked around his big, calloused fingers.

the table sounded like it was about to break by how fast the other was going. of course he didn't care though.

you kept tightening around his length, muffled moans escaping your lips.

"oh fuck- gonna make me cum, baby.."

he brought a hand down to grip onto your ass, him getting faster and more rough just to reach his own orgasm.

he pulled his hand away from your mouth so he could toy with your clit, trying to make you cum first.

"D- Da--"

and just like that, you came. it was so fast, making him laugh a little.

"awh.. cumming from a few rubs?"

he teased, pulling out of you and forcing you on the floor.

"stick your tongue out,"

he groaned, jerking himself off infront of your face, soon enough showering your face in his seed.

"fuck... look at you, so messy."

he smiled sideways, wiping his cum off your cheek and shoving his thumb into your mouth.

"cmon, shows about to start."

he got his clothes on and helped you too, noticing you were wobbling a little bit.

"I'll make a bigger slut out of you after."

he smirked, fixing his hair as the two of you walked out like nothing happened.

[conceptofjoy]

i am SO INTIGUED by your classpect dream concept. i love how you drew them in those pieces/panels!!!! do you have any more about it? totes fine if you dont id just love to hear ur thoughts especially since Heart is already so complex and so easy to thread thru paradox space btwn splinters

:D i sorta do. i do like to think that classpects (emphases on aspect) powers manifest casually around the players. their daily lives are influenced by what's basically extensions of themselves, and this also affects their dreaming selves too. usually they're just in the void reliving memories, but it depends on the person too for example, rose and terezi some times have visions (of fortuitous paths or of alternate realities). dave's canonically had that crow nightmare viewing himself die continuously.

i think dirk would see memories of, or be able to interact with his splinters in his dream (slash nightmare lol). not all of his selves would be Aware that their consciousness was being manifested in dirk's dream (orrr, maybe dirk's soul is peering into events that have happened) but, depending on how closely that version of him mirrors himself, the chance of them interacting goes up like BGD or hal. bro or LE wouldnt gather what was going on because they either dont care, are preoccupied, dont understand who dirk is, or some many other reasons. doc scratch would be creepy asf to have dreams about bc he always knows he's there.

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

Character Poll tag!

Thanks @autism-purgatory and @the-letterbox-archives, this is absolutely awesome :)

Rules: Make a poll with five of your all time favourite characters and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favourite!

I love all my OCs more than any other character :) Anyways, tagging @urnumber1star, @drchenquill, @paeliae-occasionally, @illarian-rambling and @thecoolerlucky

Propaganda for each of the little guys below:

Hash: He's a trickster shapeshifter, alright? It's a classic for a reason. He's 150cm worth of pure chaos. I mean, he literally named himself after Hash browns, outlived the rest of his species by dint of being kicked out for being too irritating, and insists on a fake accent.

Iraela: Evil. Pure evil. But very dramatic. She rules in an evil castle and is permanently two steps from belting out a musical number. She's constantly on the verge of a mental breakdown, complete with shattering mirrors, and ate her fiancé :)

Katherine: The ultimate little shit. She is unafraid to snark at her vampire teacher, then bully the Fae who served her a gelato. She's also protective of her apprentice, and not evil. (Which is saying something compared to the others on this list)

Dave: He is just such a vibe. Bro is a fairly ancient vampire, looks like he stepped off a romantasy novel and works 12h shifts at a cornerstore where he has to mop dead exorcist blood off the floor. He just wants to get through the day, but the world is very against that plan.

Luna: She's basically a high school mean girl who never grew up, if a high school mean girl could mind control people and ruled over a cult. Her one braincell is dedicated to fashion, and she basically blunders through the plot of her novel, doing the right things for absolutely the wrong reason.

[valle-de-sombra-de-muerte]

Homestuck Reread: Act 3, Part 3/3 (p. 1027-1153)

Read the previous post here.

At long last, it's time to finish Act 3!

When I first read Homestuck, I had thought PM was a guy until this page. I think it might've been because she was referred to as the "post man" during her rant about the mail.

I dunno it feels like a weird detail that should've been communicated better. It's not like it's a big "twist" or anything.

A lot of these alchemized creations are kinda worthless, but the Remote Ghost Gauntlets might be one of the better ones. I don't think we ever see them get put to much good use, though.

Using a mirror to create a left-handed copy of the gauntlet is a creative detail.

Right, so if Rose's "patron black celebrity" (the term I've invented to describe this incredibly niche running gag) is Charles Barkley, John's is Bill Cosby. This has to be the most poorly aged reference in the whole comic.

For those unaware, this page was uploaded a few days before Christmas. The joke is that all these events are canonically supposed to have taken place within a single day: John's birthday.

Dave returns, evidently no worse for wear after having fallen down the stairs, to finish this final round of the Strider fight. I really like the color composition on this image. If I haven't made it clear enough, these flashes have been the highlight of the Act so far.

The fight ends with Cal destroyed and Dave's shirt permanently scratched, which I'm not sure how that's even possible. Bro's just so precise he's able to do shit like that, I guess.

I'm thinking again of that page where part of John's hair gets sliced by the glass shard. That detail isn't carried over in future pages, but this scratched record is.

Bro gives Dave the Sburb discs because that was never the point of this fight. He never wanted to keep them from Dave in the first place. This whole fight was just for... I dunno, fun I guess. This is just business as usual in the Strider household.

Yeah Hussie, god forbid we extend the Strider fight any longer than necessary. It would've taken precious time away from Jade dicking around in her house!

Rose frames her relationship with John in a similar way to the one with her mother: in a weird, competitive campaign of one-upsmanship. It's a wonder she has any friends at all if she treats them as foes in these mind games where she's the only player.

I know I may sound like I'm knocking on Rose a lot and an anon commented about this, but I actually really like how much of a weirdo she is. She's highfalutin, overconfident, perverse, obsessed with ridiculous things, genuinely does not know how to normally interact with people despite professing an interest in psychoanalysis... all putting her leagues above the likes of John or Jade when it comes to character depth. When she's handled well, she's a fun character. It's only when Hussie uses her as a vehicle for exposition that she becomes a genuine bore.

Kanaya's first appearance! Little known fact, her dialogue can be really entertaining sometimes. Like look at these crazy metaphors she's making. It's easy to forget how funny she can be with how often the fandom portrays her as bland and boring.

Even though she's often portrayed as the "elegant" one, I find Kanaya to be really ungainly and silly, especially in her insults. It helps to read her dialogue as stilted and unnatural, placing emphasis on every word.

With her penchant for using excessive verbiage to get her point across, it's no wonder Rose eventually takes a shine to her. I think it would've been a great idea to have Kanaya be a true intellectual that runs circles around Rose's pretensions, and Rose would've had to struggle to communicate with someone who was actually smart. Alas, that doesn't come to pass.

Much like how Rose was trolled right after opening John's present, the same thing happens to Dave after getting his present.

Oh yeah, Dave's "patron black celebrity" is Snoop Dogg, as seen by his Huggy Bear wallpaper and the rap verse quoted in his "sick heat" passage from Act 2.

I like how both Kanaya and Tavros open with metaphors about people shitting themselves.

Dave using the "ethnic wedding" metaphor Rose previously (or, subsequently, given how this is a flashback) used in her GameFAQs guide. Those two are on the same wavelength.

It's a crying shame that Tavros and Dave don't have many pesterlogs because this one is really good. This sequence of pages establishes very early on that Tavros and Kanaya are parallels in how they communicate with Dave and Rose respectively.

Both trolls initially struggle to communicate with the humans and at first acts as rivals. Kanaya is frustrated with dealing with the "primitive" humans and wages a back and forth "war" of being snarky and condescending toward Rose (something Rose is already familiar with in how she engages with her mother). Tavros wants to prove himself as a competent troll, but is utterly humiliated by Dave. He then later comes back to try and redeem himself and prove himself as a worthy rival in Dave's eyes (something Dave should probably relate to as someone who has lived constantly within Bro's shadow).

But after repeated conversations, eventually both parties learn to crossing that cultural barrier and form a rapport with each other. Except wait, that really only comes to fruition with Kanaya. Tavros's plotline drops off very sharply because Hussie has a weird vendetta against him. Imagine what could've been if Tavros had been allowed to actually develop beyond a walking (or wheeling) punchline. Perhaps DaveTav would've been as big as Rosemary.

AR's big obsession is justice and the law. Though his enforcement of such leads to him often being portrayed as a police officer (and indeed, this was his previous occupation), he really seems to aspire to be a judge. I love his wig made out of bullets.

His second big obsession is guns, even though he's been missing every shot he makes. AR loving guns and being terrible with them despite being a trained officer is a more endearing character trait compared to Jade loving guns and being inexplicably amazing with them.

I love this page.

John says he bought his slime ghost shirt at a "weird Asian store." I don't mean to bring any race discourse here because I honestly don't care about what race anyone headcanons the kids as, but I feel like this would rule out John belonging to any Asian ethnicity.

I'm quite fond of Jack/Slick's trait of delivering one-liners that are more explicitly violent than they are clever.

Nothing to add here except that I love this exchange leading up to the End of Act flash. Dave and Rose making SBaHJ references to each other will never not warm my heart.

And oh boy out of all of these End of Act flashes, [S] Enter is my favorite, hands down. Not only does it have "Sburban Jungle", but it's so action packed. Every time it looks like things are about to wind down, the music picks up again and the action keeps on going. This is what "peak Homestuck" is to me.

Love that Dave is casually drawing some SBaHJ while the game installs. Also shout out to that old MS Paint interface. Oh nostalgia.

It's funny that Rose is now on the receiving end of dealing with a server player's shenanigans. I get that they're on a really tight time limit here, but it makes me wish that we got to see more of her and Dave bickering as he tries to figure out the controls. Dave and Rose navigating Sburb would've been infinitely more entertaining to read than Rose instructing John from Point A to Point B for god knows how many pages.

Kino scene where the raindrops are synced with those weird synth lines in the music.

A leap of faith to grab the bottle

And saved by the very cat she wished to resurrect. This isn't just a top 10 Rose moment, more like a top 10 Homestuck moment entirely.

And oh yeah, John finally makes it to the gate. Jeez, better late than never. If there's one flaw to this flash, it's that it should've ended with Rose smashing the bottle. This whole John part honestly feels so tacked on at the very end and reinforces my belief that the plotline with his gate should've been resolved in the previous Act.

Well that was an incredible way to cap off an otherwise underwhelming Act. This one felt like a big step down compared to Act 2. The highlights included the Strider fight and the insights about Mom Lalonde (even if they're never elaborated on). But everything else was just horsing around with Jade and and the Exiles in the name of establishing convoluted nonsense and "weird plot shit."

You know, it would've been more engaging to just tell a good story instead of trying to pad it out with all this time travel and paradox nonsense. All of this shit could've easily been excised to focus more on the kids' progression in the game, and the plot would've been stronger for it. Hussie is just jangling the keys in front of the reader's face so they don't realize they're being had.

Again, I can't emphasize enough how much better it would've been to see more of Rose and Dave as Sburb partners instead of Jade playing trans-temporal postal carrier.

Man... well now it's time for Act Fo- oh sorry, I mean The Intermission. No skipping here. If you skip the Intermission I'm judging the shit out of you.

Read the next post here.

[nromal]

found in the sand: chapter one

a davejade fic

Dave Strider was not afraid of airplanes. That’d be silly. That’d be ridiculous.

He wasn’t afraid of airplanes and he wasn’t afraid of heights, not even a little bit, so, obviously, flying from Houstin to New York alone for the first time wasn’t even that scary. He lived in a Saw trap-ass apartment with a man who thought peak comedy was putting weapons behind doors, he wasn’t scared of some flying metal tube, and he definitely wasn’t on the verge of tears just watching the clouds go past.

He wasn’t in the window seat, obviously, he took aisle, so he could get up and piss if he had to. He had his apple juice in one hand, his phone in the other, his earbuds in, his music blasting, and he was not afraid.

And then, for just a second, the lights flickered and the cabin shuddered. He jolted, splashing his apple juice all over himself and the woman next to him. She let out an indignant gasp, and he muttered something that could have sounded like an apology, unclipping his seatbelt and standing shakily. No, not shakily. He stood easily, loosely, his now empty cup hanging casually at his side, his phone sliding into his pocket like it was second nature. And then he calmly walked to the back of the plane, to the bathrooms.

They were both occupied, so he carefully arranged his body into a casual lean and slipped his phone back out of his pocket again, checking notifications. None, obviously. Cool.

The bathroom door opened and he nodded to the man who stepped out, slipping past him and into the cramped and small restroom. Because, here’s the thing. Even if Dave Strider was afraid of heights, he was much less afraid of small spaces where he could forget the heights.

Calmly, chilly, he used the toilet, flushed, and turned to the sink to wash his hands. For a brief second, he glanced at himself in the mirror, took in his dark skin and bleach fried hair, the acne on his cheeks, the massively oversized hoodie he wore. He looked like a tiny kid, he thought. Lame.

The cabin shuddered again, and he clung to the sink to wait it out. But it didn’t stop. Suddenly, he was violently tossed back, slammed against the wall. There was an impossibly loud sound coming from outside the bathroom, like a jet engine had plopped itself in the middle of the cabin. He scrambled for the door, trying to rip it open, but it wouldn’t budge. The plane was flailing violently, like it was being batted around in the air.

His elbow struck the wall and he screamed as he felt the bone of his upper arm splinter.

And then everything seemed to stop.

He was suspended in air, like in a moment of flight of his own, and he could feel his heartbeat. Thud thud. Thud thud. And then he was slammed to the floor, and everything went dark.

There were flashes after that.

A glaring green light.

A cold pain sinking into his bones.

Water in his lungs.

He didn’t want to die.

He didn’t want to die.

He didn’t want to die.

He woke up on a beach.

It was beautiful, beautiful in a way nothing else ever had been. The sand was so fine and white, the shells whole and uncrushed. The waves that lapped at his legs were warm and gentle, and the clouds overhead were impossibly soft looking.

He heard footsteps, and a gasp, and a bark. And then he was out again.

He woke up again, and this time, he was in a bed, a soft one, one that felt like actual heaven against his skin. His right arm was splinted, his cheek covered in a bandage, and from what he could feel under the blankets, his ankle was in a cast too. He felt… sick wasn’t quite the right term. He felt great, probably better than he should feel based on the situation, but at the same time, he was queasy, and his head hurt, and he was nervous enough he thought he was going to pass out again.

But he didn’t.

He sat up, and he looked around.

His bro had trained him well, he knew what to look for in a room.

It was… not what he would have expected. It wasn’t a hospital room, or a grungy basement with cameras set up to monitor him. It was an ornate, vintage style bedroom, with draping, gauzy curtains around the bed that didn’t really obstruct the view, but still seemed to keep in warmth. There was a large window seat across the room, and the window let in a slight breeze. A great unlit fireplace sat to his left, a giant globe in front of it, a taxidermied moose head above it. The walls were lined with bookcases, most of which didn’t have actual books on them, but rather small trinkets and tidbits, boxes and animal skulls and a couple fake human skulls. Or at least he assumed they were fake.

There were no weapons to look out for, no obvious traps.

He pushed aside the curtains, swung his legs out of bed, and carefully put some weight on them. His ankle was sore, but it didn’t feel… well, not really broken? Like, maybe a light sprain, but nothing that constituted a cast.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and a dog and a girl waltzed in. The dog, a massive, muttlike white thing immediately seemed to spot Dave and tensed, ears going back. It took Dave a moment to realize how improbable this was since it clearly didn’t have eyes. The girl, on the other hand…

She was tall, maybe taller than Dave, but she couldn’t be much older. She was wearing a pair of muddy overalls, some boots and a tank top. Her long, wild black hair was back in a braid, her glasses sliding down her long crooked nose. She tilted her head at him, an unreadable expression on her face.

“Hey,” Dave said, smoothly and calmly, his voice hardly cracking at all. “I- uh… I don’t think my ankle’s broken.”

“Not anymore, silly,” The girl laughed, abruptly, her stern expression fading. “I fixed it. You’re welcome.”

“Wh-” Dave blinked, slowly. “How long was I…”

“Only a month or so.”

“A month?” He spluttered. “That can’t be- no way.”

“What?” She frowned. “What do you mean? Twenty seven days, that’s almost a month.”

“I passed out- I wasn’t connected to an IV or anything was I? How’d I not starve, huh?”

She shrugged. “I ‘unno. But you’re fine.”

“Yeah, I don’t fucking believe you. Where the fuck am I, anyways?”

“Uhh… my grandpa's room?” She tilted her head.

“No, like… Texas, or Arkansas, or, like, fucking Washington or some shit?”

“Oh, you’re not in America, I don’t think. You’re on Harley Island.”

“Harley what?”

“It’s in the Pacific.”

“... You’re tripping. There’s no way… I’m supposed to be in Houstin, what…” He suddenly found it remarkably hard to breathe. “How… how do I call my dad, tell him where I am?”

“You can’t, there’s no cell signal, and our landline stopped working ages ago.”

“Okay, is there a government, or is this like… what level of island is this? How desert does a desert island gotta be?”

“It’s just me.”

He blinked, slowly. “No it’s not.”

“Um,” She blinked back. “Yeah it is?”

“No, it’s not. You just talked about your grandpa-”

“-Who died ten years ago,” She cut him off. “Do you really think I’d lie about this?”

“Yes!”

“Why?”

“Because… because… how old are you?”

“Sixteen.”

“You’re my age and you’re living on a desert island, alone.”

“It’s more of a jungle island,” She shrugged. “And I think my brother’s somewhere out there, but I haven’t seen him in a year or two.”

“If you were living alone, you’d be wearing, like, leaves and shit. And living in trees.”

“That’s dumb,” She tilted her head. “Okay, I’m done with this conversation. I think I don’t actually care whether you believe me, so I’m walking away. I have to go check on the garden and feed Bec, here. You can come with, if you want.”

“I don’t want.”

“Fine.” She shrugged, unphased, and with that, she left.

He huffed, reaching down and easily tugging off the cast around his ankle. He was wearing a comfy pair of red pj pants and a black shirt that was definitely not his.

The room was suddenly very cold, and very empty.

He shivered, grabbing a soft fluffy blanket that lay over the heavy comforter, wrapped it around his shoulders and started after the strange girl.

“Wait,” He called. “I’m comin’, hold on.”

The girl had apparently not gone very far, just a few steps down the hallway. She smiled at him as he caught up, trying to put his chin up and shoulders back. She just snorted and shook her head.

“Come on, dork,” She grinned, revealing crooked teeth. “I’ll give you a tour.”

“My name’s Dave,” He said, shrugging as best as he could with his arm bundled up against his chest. “By the way.”

“Jade.”

[dynamoe]

Billy Quizboy as the rabbit-toothed guitarist DAVE HILL of glam rock band SLADE— sporter of the worst bangs in rock n' roll history*— circa their 1973 Christmas #2 Merry Christmas Everybody**, which was covered as the annual Venture Bros holiday song this year by Pete White, Master Billy Quizboy, his mom and her lovers (the elderly superhero polycule).

→ hear the cover on KenPlume's youtube → go to the Billy Quizboy & Pete White index

(I know with the orange hair/eyepatch he looks like Ziggy Stardust— the Quizboy:Slade ratio is a delicate balance.)

Merriest Twelfth Day of Christmas to you, to Jackson Publick and Doc Hammer and to Slade and anyone else still reading who gives a shit.

Slade is more of a British thing, really. They had a ton of British hits in the 1970s as a glam rock band, but didn't break into the US until the 1980s (when they replaced Ozzy Osborne at the Reading Festival) with Cum on Feel the Noize, pivoting to be more hard rock/metal.

Noddy Holder was more of the “face” of Slade (head to toe plaid, mutton chops, tophat covered in mirrors). I suspect the all-plaid outfit on Col. Gentleman in the Vbros cover art is a take on Noddy's look... or he ignored the brief and dressed as one of Scotland's own Bay City Rollers. Slade suffered from a lesser case of Cheap Trick syndrome, where every member dressed like they were in a different band. Dave dressed full spaceman-- face glitter, every variety of metallic fabric available (lurex, glitter knit, vinyl, lamé) in shades of silver. The other guitarist whose name I won't look up wore a red lurex suit (I guess that would be Pete's outfit in their cover band) which he had to keep replacing because he sweated so much on stage the fibers literally melted (one of the suits was preserved by the V&A on an episode of Secrets of the Museum)... No one cares about the drummer. 

The only reason I know anything about Slade — I'm no rock trivia geek, I’m a comedy nerd — Slade was a constant punchline in 1990s Brit Comedy. Noddy appeared on Never Mind the Buzzcocks in the LaMar era. 1993 sketch show The Smell of Reeves and Mortimer had a recurring mini-sitcom “Slade in Residence” (the band living in a suburban home together, wearing their stage costumes, eating nothing but cup-of-soup, obsessing over monster truck rallies and­— the key to their appeal to Vic and Bob, I imagine­— whining in thick Black Country accents.)

Billy is my Covid muse and if he stars in the annual Christmas cover (he had only sung before on 2006's VentureAid; read poems on their take on the Beatles Fan Club records), it's not like I CAN'T draw something despite saying I was done with this shit. I promised you guys a *technically* Christmas Billy drawing and I *technically* delivered.

Now I'm gonna switch to drawing characters I own so I can finally make some money. Godblessuseveryone. ___

*Dave Hill was just being a futuristic spaceman, those micro-bangs were the hottness on all the skater girls of the late 1990s. I even had 'em.

**Having the #1 song at Christmas is a big deal in the UK (as you may remember from the Bill Nighy segments from Love Actually) and the 1973 slug match between Slade's Merry Christmas Everybody and the eventual winner Wizzard’s I Wish It Could Be Christmas Everyday looms large in music trivia, to the degree that I was sure Astrobot Go was going to release a cover a day later of some other (more fan-favored) characters doing their version of Wizzard to rain on Billy et. al’s parade.

→ Wizzard

So which character dons the beard and harlequin eye facepaint to be the guy from Wizzard? Probably Hank, right?

→ go to the Billy Quizboy & Pete White index → Nobody'sSweetheart on Instagram

[quadrantadvisor]

I always find the different ways that people characterize Dirk really interesting, but what I think is most fun is like. He literally never learned how to make facial expressions. Like it's the post-apocalypse and he has autism and he's watching all these videos of this one guy who has purposefully cultivated a deadpan affect. He sees his bro doing interviews and shit and he's like, "ah yes, I have to learn how to make exactly one(1) face" and he practices it in the mirror and that's it.

So his friends meet him irl and there's something slightly weird about how he talks, monotone, and yet each word feels somehow emphasized, because of course he practiced that, too. He recorded himself, trying to make absolutely certain that he was pronouncing everything correctly, because he cant ruin his image by fucking up something so simple as talking. So now he's speaking aloud to other human beings for the first time in his life, and he's talking about how fucking psyched he is to see everyone and he's being entirely genuine and his face just. Does not emote. Not like he's carefully controlling it but more like he wouldn't even know how.

He is weird and off-putting and other people don't know how to deal with him. Roxy gets used to him the fastest because she's got basically no frame of reference and is also weird as fuck from being in a post-apocalypse. And Jane and Jake aren't far behind because they aren't that shitty and also Dirk has always been a pretty weird guy and this is just a part of the authentic Di-Stri experience.

People who are used to Dave and his general m.o. of avoidance and repression have NO IDEA what to do with Dirk. You can't look for tells; there are none. Everything he does feels equally intimidating and performative. You generally have to take the things he says at face value except for when he gets to lost in some introspective shit and starts in on some complete bullshit, or when he's fucking with you. Strongly believe that Karkat cannot stand talking to this man. Rose adores him. Dave is the only one who doesn't seem particularly off-put by his behavior and is just glad that he practices emotional honestly. Compared to Bro, Dirk is an open fucking book. Sometimes it's hard to get him to stop talking about his feelings.

[lovelyrotter]

dirk thoughts..........dirkthoughts.....

dirk who stress cries really easily but hes so ashamed of this he never once mentions it in text to any of his friends ever. during game over when hes flying through space trying to catch up to everyone he couldnt help crying in frustration just for the scantest few seconds after trying to contact dave. hes so close he could hear his voice but dave couldnt hear him and hes still too slow

its absolutely an autism thing. too much stress is severely overstimulating and his eyes will just tear tf up when something hes building breaks or if he doesnt quite have the right screw size when he thought he did. he doesnt think he has a low threshold for this shit but he definitely does. its one of the many reasons why he wears his shades and tbh would mirror daves easy tears later in the candy epilogue beautifully. theres just no where else in dirks body for his stress and anxiety to go. his only coping technique is burying and bottling his emotions but his efforts just impacts them into this already huge mountain of internal emotional bullshit. and then he doesnt talk about it. not until hes caught in the act and even then hed totally try to play it cool. its allergies bro dont worry about it. yeah totally just hayfever yknow how it is

[vriskabot]

davris morning routine hcs?

YOU CAUGHT ME OFF GUARD I WAS PLAYING MINECRAFT cracks my knuckles. this kinda turned into sleeping habit and self care hcs as a whole sorry not sorry -vriska is not a night owl or a morning person but she IS a long and heavy sleeper. do not wake her up before she is good and ready or you WILL get torn a new asshole bare minimum. if the verbal lashing does not work she will escalate immediately and directly to grievous bodily harm -dave is probably the only person who can manage this without dying but even THEN he would much rather get on her ass about going to sleep on time than get on her ass about getting up in the morning -dave is a much lighter sleeper and honestly naturally a nap guy. i think on a genetic level the strilondes dont sleep long even when they DO manage to sleep (dirk and rose are notorious insomniacs) but i dont think dave really minds it -nobody knows when he sleeps but he does! hes just Constantly Around -this was only further reinforced by living with bro and being trained and all that jazz so daves sort of got a built in alarm clock (lol time player) -in that vein dave can kinda predict when vriska is gonna be up based on what time shes gone to sleep so he can be in and out of the bathroom before she needs to be in there which is. a very very good thing -i think dave was a lot more anal (and anxious) about what he looked like when he was a teen (to the point of being unable to leave the house if his hair wasnt JUST right) but hes way more lax about it now -that being said i also dont think hes gone fully curly girl now that hes okay with his hair having a single iota of texture whatsoever. he just combs it into the style he wants it to dry in and lets nature take the wheel after that (its very soft and vriska LOVES to touch and tousle it) -he MAYBE uses a light pomade while wet if anything but thats only if he NEEDS his hair to stay nice all day -vriska on the other hand. woo buddy. -depending on how im feeling about her styling, shes either full 17 step curly hair routine or blowdried + straightened + hairsprayed until its crunchy even if her hair is naturally already straight -like im sorry shes SO emo -i think a lot of that stemmed from the sort of persona she put on to protect herself that ended up becoming her taste Anyway -the full face of makeup + done hair carries a very Intentional feeling that makes her seem a little less off the wall, has-no-clue-what-shes-doing than she really IS -ultimately its about control! having more control over the interpersonal dynamics and the flow of things based on the kind of assumptions people make about her based on the way she presents herself -dave was doing his similarly insane hair routine at 13 14 15 for the same exact reasons -dont let her fool you though its all smoke and mirrors -when she was in her teens it was definitely a full coverage foundation + powder foundation + pencil liner for EVERYTHING situation and loads of dark eyeshadow -in her adulthood though i think shed be alright with like. a much more lightweight base like bbcream or even just concealer in spots for daily wear and she saves the full face beat for more special occasions like dates and shit -as much as i think dave finds later on in life that he actually kinda enjoys cooking, hes not up making a Full Breakfast every day -theyre both perfectly fine with like. toast and microwave breakfast sausage to eat -vriska however is not to be trusted with the stove. she sucks SO bad at cooking save for the few dishes shes ruined enough times that shes got the experience to do it right -both of them are horrible caffeine fiends. they will drink soda or energy drinks with breakfast and then wonder why their fucking stomachs hurt later -i think in the case of NEEDING caffeine vriska is much more varied in her intake sources--energy drinks, soda, coffee, and tea are all viable options depending on how much energy she feels she needs -dave though... he feels like the "starts with an energy drink and only drinks other stuff when he has a craving" kinda guy

-though maybe thats the raging adhd you tell me -their bed is almost never ever made and both of them live in organized chaos. whether or not they ENJOY the chaos is a different story entirely -vriska is a blanket hog AND a pillow hog so they eventually had to settle on each having their own blankets -vriska loathes mint toothpaste and dave is a cinnamon toothpaste guy so you can imagine how much of a eureka moment vriska had the first time she spent the night -and yes that means she was just bearing with the mint because she had no clue there was any other option -uhhhhh i cant think of much else more on this topic i hope u enjoyed <3

[davekat-sucks]

actually, if that very polite and not at all deranged karen anon thinks bro's fights with dave were abuse, do they also think dirk/brobot's battles with jake were abusive too or nah because dirkjake are soulmates4evur? and that one was even worse because jake said brobot touched him inappropiately and made him uncomfortable, so add sexual harassment to the list too. oh wait, jake is a man and toxic yaoiz, so nevermind his feelings don't matter, just like jade somehow raising herself since she was a toddler and having to do taxidermy with her dead grandfather's corpse doesn't either. like nuDave said, his friends were just whiny bitches, it's all about that strider self-insert manpain.

i bet baby dirk, who ALSO raised himself and did acrobatic pirouettes off of a building, orchestrated that too since birth with cal. evil son of a bitch. no apple juice in his baby bottle for a month.

and now that i think about it, how come john crocker/poppop didn't transition if june was always meant to be?... nevermind, that is also probably baby jane's fault too for killing him too early at the tender age of 86. add murderer, fascist AND transphobic to HER list of crimes.

omg i cant take it anymore! i dont want my very realistic, gritty, tonally mature and emotionally fulfilling comic be ruined by those beasts! someone stop these bigoted abusive emotionally manipulative babies please! I WARNED YOU ABOUT THOSE BABIES BRO! I TOLD YOU DAWG!

They probably don't think Dirk's brobot on Jake is abusive. Jane may have gone worse with the sexual harassment under the influence of the Juju and the tiaratop when mind controlled by HIC (before actually going on rape in Epilogues), Dirk was able to do it in a more indirect way with his robot and Auto Responder-HAL. Considering what we don't know much about how Alpha Bro Dave raised Dirk, it can be assumed Bro Dave might have been more neglectful of Dirk's feelings before he chose to go fight ICP and dying. Leaving Dirk left alone for himself from then on. The Bro Dave could be like the one we know, thinking of irony and whatnot. So add that personality in an adult form and you got a dude who can't be honest with himself and thinks bad shit is good and any genuine good stuff is bad. Yes, Bro Dave would try to do a good thing in fighting ICP so that HIC won't fully takeover, but it doesn't erase the fact he CHOSE to leave Dirk alone. It's not like Grandpa English, Grandma Harley, or Poppop John Egbert, where they died in accidents. He and Alpha Mom Rose Lalonde, CHOSE to leave their kids behind before the game started. Jane was just lucky to have Dad Crocker around. Poppop's death likely mirrors to Nanna's in that a meteor hit him when Jane and the other kids were sent from it, with Dad Crocker raising her as his daughter. Guess the fandom will think Jane is transphobic for accidentally killing him. But considering it was JOHN himself who sent the kids on the meteor in the first place to make it happen, does that mean he is killing himself in a sort of sense? That's not a good implication at all. Dirk and Dave are awful people, yet nobody calls them out on it.

[average-drawer]

the story of dsaf but it's a million word fanfic and made by me

Henry Milele had a sad life. Shit happened bro. And then his kid died. Tragic 😔. And then hia business got bombasticked by a bigger stupider business (Fremby). So he picked up the purple scaly child that is like the neighborhood homeless cat and decided he will adopt the creature and care for him. Sike!! 😝😝 He didn't care for him. He in fact did not care about him. 12 illegal surgeries on said purple later (SpongeBob) he had a child built for child killing. Henry Mile is so silly 😝.

In pure pink man rage he sent that purple fucker to Fremby's and said purple fucker killed a ton of children with Henry Mliiler!!! Hell yeah!!!! And then they continued to do it for a while!!! And then when that place got shut down they moved on to a new place but now only the purple fucker was killing!!!!! This continued for like 10 years!!!! So ourple fucker is ☆★♡~SUPER~♡★☆ ☆★♡~ULTRA~♡★☆ ☆★♡~MEGA~♡★☆ fucked up now. Then the purple fucker got careless whispered by the orange fucker. Which by the way quick paragraph on orange fucker

Fremby's uses these fursuits that kill you and he backflipped in one and fucking died. And his brother did that too but instead of turning into a weird ass orange tangerine corpse he got turned into a phonehead by Fremby's. And orange fucker's little sister backflipped in front of Henry Mirror and fucking died. Tragic events in history: orange fucker's death. When jumping inside of a deadly fursuit he forgot the fact that it's a deadly fursuit and fucking died /ref

So yeah purple fucker is like holy shit I'm gay 😍 and, being fucked up, he struts right up to orange fucker and is like "YOU. ME. FREMBYS. WHAT ARE WE DOING? KILLING KIDS OF COURSE!" /ref and orange fucker is like okay man..................... and they do in fact kill kids. And then. Dave follows him home like a gentleman. Of course. That's what you do when you've laid eyes upon another brightly colored bald square person. He continues this every night.

They kill kids like 5 days in a row or something and the place gets shut down uh oh spaghetti o!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then they go to Vegas and FUCK. And gamble. And FUCK some more. Idk man they're gay. That's the main gay activity.

New location time!!!! Electric Boogaloo. Yay!!!!!!!!!! Killing children but this time they FUCK. So erm it's like the same thing but funnier and with who the fuck is the dsaf two phone guy I forgot hold on *checks notes narrator Stanley parable middle of a story when forget style* I think Jack's brother. Yeah Jack's brother the phonefuck/second hottest one who said that jqhahajqjjahahahhahahahgahahahhhahagahhahahha and erm shit happens man. A lot happens. Then dsaf three fuck I hate this game but erm Dave gets sealed away and turns into Davetrap and he is like 10X more careless whispered by Jack and Jack is running business called bear and new phone guys and..... and sadness....mm................................

And that grandchildren is what keeps me up at night

[therulerofallpotatos]

Enid is still a bit interesting though, Sloane 😩😭 introduced purely to be a love interest- a 50s housewife with no personality of her own

Enid is cool. I'm just not spending all my time thinking about her the way I do other characters. She's not my vibe.

(I assume you mean Sloane Hargreeves. I know no other Sloane. And i also have an anon about tua waiting for me.)

Also you come into my house. You insult my darling badass wanderlusting Five Hargreeves mirroring Sloane Hargreeves. Sloane who had to have next to zero scenes with Five because otherwise they'd become best scientist bros immediately with the way they bounce off each other. Sloane who wanted to leave the Sparrows before she even met Luther and fell for a guy who represented everything she was chasing. Sloane who is the sweet cinnamon roll until you fucking test her and she will wreck your shit. Sloane who doesn't like it when people touch her food and chows down on her lamb cuz that shit is fantastic. Who cracks jokes while tossing you around like a ragdoll and tried to deescalate things like Marcus did after the initial fight. She may be mild-mannered, sweet, and a bit of a romantic but that does not make her nothing. those are all personality traits. I can't wait to see more of her in season 4.

(also like. If we want to reduce characters to love interests, *cough* Dave. Dave barely had anything. He literally just existed to push Klaus' character development forward)

[evildykeserket]

i Think that none of the guardians were that great Not because they are inherently bad people but because of the circumstances surrounding them. they took measures that They thought would protect their kids which backfired. but just because there were Good Intentions doesnt mean their actions were Good and forgiveness is a tricky thing bc its. well its Hard when you have a shitty guardian whos bad because Their circumstances were bad and you have to weigh. Can I Forgive You?

and ultimately thats hard to say because it really Does depend on the person. and its like. yea you fucked me up even if you didnt Mean to and i still love you but. you know.

and this goes for All guardians even if you think some of their actions were more morally reprehensible than others.

bro - well he severely fucked up with the fighting / physical abuse / general unsafe enviroment with porn, weapons, etc. he was also being mind corrupted by a fucked demon puppet. he just wanted dave to be strong enough to fill the knight role and made him Hate the concept of being a hero.

mom - negligence mainly. im Not counting the alcohol abuse as a Moral Failure but rather a consequence of knows the world is going to end, she cant do anything to stop it, they Are doomed. it still had bad consequences with rose growing up in that environment and falling into the same habits. she gave rose everything she wanted to an Extreme degree that just made it stifling to like anything.

grandpa - he was dead which. isnt necessarily his fault lmao? but the isolation to people, house full of dangerous weapons and such. the isolation was because the batterwitch, if she knew he had a child she Would have been all over jade [female heir type - she let jake go cause he was a guy etc etc] and he was also the Most involved with the game. he just Couldnt be there, wasnt supposed to survive.

dad - his problem is that, he supports his kid but they dont Talk. he recognizes the situation is Not Good and grieves for his mother but doesnt tell john Anything to protect him - even going go far as to lie about how nanna died. he Watches john and can recognize his surroundings [what movies he likes, the writings on his walls] but never actually Talked with him. inherent misunderstandings.

i think out of all of them, jade and june would forgive more easily just by. Not recognizing that anything was ever off. but they [jade probably] would eventually make peace even if theres a lot of anger and grief involved, just because shes used to that. june is. complicated because she has the 'best of it all' and would struggle the most with it. if they could have one honest conversation i think they would be fine but that obviously cant happen. not even with a Different version of her dad.

dave i dont think would ever forgive his brother and i dont think thats a bad thing. sometimes its better to just let go, its in the past and no amount of what ifs can ever change that. it would probably affect his relationship with dirk though and That would take a while to. not fix but come to terms with if that makes sense. rose is. Also. very complicated in the same reason as june since their home lives Very mirror each other. although she has the chance to talk with roxy and figure out Why she did what she did. i think she heavily goes back and forth on 'i understand and forgive her' and 'she never Talked with me, its her fault our relationship was messed up. i was a child' and they can co-exist.

thats my thoughts at the very least. trauma and trauma recovery is a very tricky subject and theres no black and white of it. and its even Harder to talk about all together cause its like. oh yea they had it Worse so why are you talking about this? when its not. about that. they were all stuck in the same shitty circumstances.

and i want to go into separate posts for each, especially june and rose but Also they Are parallels of eachother so you Do have to talk with. With each other. of course its Not Direct Parallels but general rule of thumb:

rose ~ june

dave ~ jade

either way thats it for now i hope this actually made sense lmao oh god i havent even gotten into the alpha kids and how they would play into this. well i did a little bit but thats Also an important step for them in dealing with their trauma [exception for june] and of course, the other way around with the alpha kids and Their guardians. havent gotten to them yet so ill hold off for now