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[Zuki]

Man, I'd say go right ahead and edit away, SR. People don't usually post much more than first drafts for fanfiction, and a little time to edit and re-work always does writing good.

So, it's been for-freaking-ever since I was a regular in the 'fic thread. What's the policy on linking Really Cool Shit you found?

[SkaianRedeemer]

Thanks, I just hope I have time, seeing how tomorrow's going to be a mess.

It doesn't come up much, but the Fan Art rules probably apply: so long as you clarify that it's not yours, it's forum appropriate and the author has not said otherwise, you're probably good to do it.

[Megafire]

So I posted the sixth chapter of Freedombound, Peixes: Hunt on AO3, but I can't seem to get the colour tags to work.

Which is odd, since they're exactly the same as in every other chapter, and they're doing fine there.

Has anyone else encountered this problem?

[SkaianRedeemer]

Hrm. The processed code is saying that the work skin is properly loaded but your span tags are empty (<span class="">). I imagine AO3 is stripping them out, maybe because they don't match the work skin? I can't really tell beyond that because all I have is the stripped version of the code.

[Megafire]

Thank you SR, I got them working now.

[childishGambino]

Just finished chapter 6 of Herding Cats last night (this morning? whatever). For some reason, the narrative segment was f-ing STRINGENT to write (I blame Gamzee), but I managed to write the final memo in one night. Practically one sitting, actually. Holy fuck do I love writing memos.

Herding Cats - Chapter 6

And since chapter 7 is already half-done, it shouldn't be too long a delay for it. But no promises.

[draconicAlgorithm]

@ childishGambino: Ah, I really can't wait to see the next chapter! I just have this feeling that Eridan and Gamzee's moiraillegience isn't going to work out as well as Nepeta planned, and how she takes a possible setback will be interesting. Or if it does work out, I'm looking forward to seeing how Eridan reacts to a sober Gamzee. Either way I'm excited.

[childishGambino]

@ childishGambino: Ah, I really can't wait to see the next chapter! I just have this feeling that Eridan and Gamzee's moiraillegience isn't going to work out as well as Nepeta planned, and how she takes a possible setback will be interesting. Or if it does work out, I'm looking forward to seeing how Eridan reacts to a sober Gamzee. Either way I'm excited.

Thanks! Sober Gamzee will be causing problems in the future (I'm not stupid enough to say "and then he got better because magic, the end"), but I should warn you: he's going to be dealt with in the most idiotic way I can possibly imagine. I'm actually kind of proud of it. But mostly ashamed.

Also, chapter 7 is just going to be the chapter 6 I was planning earlier. That is, a handful of side conversations between various non-Nepeta characters. And like I said, it's already half-written, and it's all pesterlogs, so it really shouldn't take ten days to finish.

[mutecebu]

Oh my gog, these past updates are giving me flashbacks to every other fanfic from 2010.

Skaian, this makes me want to reread AHIHH

[Dmatix]

Chapter 7 of Last Journey of the Knight of Time is up, giving some explanation on the strangeness of the session:
http://mspaforums.com/showthread.php...night-of-Sands

[PingZing]

So, after what is probably the biggest delay ever:

Hot Blooded: Chapter 18

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Surprise! I got tired of formatting it differently between forums and AO3 so follow the link. to read it on AO3.

[SkaianRedeemer]

Oh my gog, these past updates are giving me flashbacks to every other fanfic from 2010.

Skaian, this makes me want to reread AHIHH

If you think you're enjoying, this try being me! These updates have pretty much been the best thing ever. If you are going to re-read, try the new draft! I don't just mean that as senseless promotion, and more that I've been shocked by my broken-computer enabled timing. Fanfic Karkat and Terezi break up only to provoke drama with Dave only for canon Karkat to decide he's broken up and to intentionally provoke drama ("drama"?) with Dave? Oh, I am all for this kind of accident. More jokes in the original still, though, if only because I haven't caught up to them yet.

@PingZing: I saw that go up last night and am in the middle of it! Though I may have to leave it until tomorrow, busy today.

[draconicAlgorithm]

Oh yes! I remember you saying that now. In any case, I liked that conversation between Aradia and Terezi you posted earlier, so I'll look forward to that too.

[Megafire]

I've uploaded the 19th chapter of Homesick on AO3:

David: Check.

Honestly though, I'm just kind of amazed that I lasted this long with a single story. Usually my AADD (Author ADD) kicks in around, what, chapter 4? So, yeah, I'm really proud of this achievement, and thank you for sticking with me for this long.

Also, there are 37777 words in this fic now, which I thought was a funny number.

[SkaianRedeemer]

Also, there are 37777 words in this fic now, which I thought was a funny number.

As an unabashed fan of weird numbers, this is pretty much the coolest thing ever.

[typoAdventure]

Hello everybody.
This is my first Specularnaodm, so I decided to quit lurking and write a short fic. ...Then it grew and grew until 5 pages turned into 14.

WARNING! This fic contains horror, violence and sexual undertones, in that order. It is not a PG-rated fic. (Maybe it should be rated R? I don't know how the rating systems work.) And without further ado, may I present
Ψiioniic's Chao2

I was going to explain this. But now all I'm going to say is that I wrote this as a thank-you to Homestuck, and writing this fic helped me think through some of my own problems. 2o anyways now I will go back to lurking.
ps. If you have criticisms or complaints for me it would be more productive to pm me. I'll probably fix whatever it is.

[childishGambino]

Okay, chapter 7 of Herding Cats is up. It's the second chapter that's literally nothing but pesterlogs, and it's naturally of a length that makes super saiyans crush their scouters in disbelief. I'm not even sorry.

Herding Cats - Chapter 7

[SkaianRedeemer]

@PingZing: Okay, finally caught up. Bit disappointed to see it cut off just before the speech/hopeful revelations, but glad to see it updating all the same!

[mutecebu]

Just read Ψiioniic's Chao2:
Man, that some heavy stuff. But well written, though.

I normally don't post recommendations for other people's works here, but this one is really, really good:
A story about the helmsmen that make up the unwilling hyperdrives of the Alternian navy, One of Our Submarines, by VastDerp.
(Warnings: Being turned into a ship component is fairly gruesome stuff, though there isn't any violence or sex beyond that, at the time of this posting)


Completely unrelated edit:
Homestuck has just surpassed "X-Men - All Media Types" for number of works on Archive Of Our Own! Go go fanbase!

[ArcFour]

So, after a little hiatus, I'm back! With the Doom classes, as it turns out!

So, let's start out with the Maid, because nothing can go wrong with a Maid of Doom.

1 - Maid

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You are sitting at the window when the rocks begin to fall. And all you can think about is the fact that this has been brought about by your own actions.

It is a strange thought.

You’ve dreamt of this for a long, long time. You’ve dreamed of Skaia, of the Game, of Prospit, of the friends who dream near you and those who dream on Derse. And as fast as you could, you started to find them, in real life, on the Internet, on Earth, because when everyone told you that they were only dreams, just fantasies, you needed validation. You needed to know that you weren’t crazy (mother).

And you did find them, didn’t you? It was such a rush, such a fantastically outstanding feeling, to be right for once. You lived with being wrong for far too long (moTher). And when you found out you were right, you started making plans.

The Game wouldn’t come about on its own. You had to help it along; you had to find the code, to plant the seeds, to start the process, and that would take years. Long, long years. But you had time, and you had patience, and you had the will to make it all happen (mOTher). You had to be right. You had to be.

Sometimes it was difficult; you had to sneak out more than once to the forest outside your home, where you knew there was a certain amphibian temple that you had to locate. But to sneak out, you had to find some way out of the barred windows, or pick the lock on your door, and it took you many, many weeks to be able to figure it out. But you had time. She’d given you that time, after all (mOThEr).

You put the pieces in place, you planted the seeds, you got the Game afoot, bit by arduous bit, for your friends, for your Reward, for you. You wanted your dreams to be true, for the Game, for Skaia, for the world you would create, and for that one last reason you didn’t want to admit (mOTHEr). And, one by one, your dreams kept coming true.

Exactly as all of them, the doctors and psychiatrists and specialists (mOTHER), had always told you would never happen.

But here you are, aren’t you? The first of your friends has gotten in, bringing her house and her pet and her precious, perfect Aunt with her, and you know that even if this Game destroys the world, it has the chance, that one possible chance, of saving the one who raised you (MOTHER), as long as you bring her with you.

Which is why you make extra, absolutely, positively sure that she is away on business before you start the Game.

You’re sitting by the barred windows (PUT THERE BY HER), watching the world end (GLORIOUSLY, PATHETICALLY, RIGHTEOUSLY), exactly as you always knew it would (AND THEY CALLED YOU MAD BECAUSE OF IT), and you know that the billions who did not believe (THOSE BILLIONS WHO HATED YOU), who locked you and barred you and put you away like you were something to be ashamed of (SOMETHING TO BE FORGOTTEN, BELITTLED, DISCARDED), are now about to die.

She (MOTHERMOTHERMOTHER) is about to die.

And you made it happen.

It’s such a strange, exhilarating, intoxicating thought, isn’t it?

It’s almost your turn to get in. And now that the world is burning, it’s all going to be okay.

And as you turn away from the wonderful, terrible thing you have wrought, a little voice in your head speaks.

Come, see my works, the Artist says. Are they not beautiful?

I have a feeling this is going to be a happy aspect!

[The Black Watch]

So, after a little hiatus, I'm back! With the Doom classes, as it turns out!

So, let's start out with the Maid, because nothing can go wrong with a Maid of Doom.

1 - Maid

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You are sitting at the window when the rocks begin to fall. And all you can think about is the fact that this has been brought about by your own actions.

It is a strange thought.

You’ve dreamt of this for a long, long time. You’ve dreamed of Skaia, of the Game, of Prospit, of the friends who dream near you and those who dream on Derse. And as fast as you could, you started to find them, in real life, on the Internet, on Earth, because when everyone told you that they were only dreams, just fantasies, you needed validation. You needed to know that you weren’t crazy (mother).

And you did find them, didn’t you? It was such a rush, such a fantastically outstanding feeling, to be right for once. You lived with being wrong for far too long (moTher). And when you found out you were right, you started making plans.

The Game wouldn’t come about on its own. You had to help it along; you had to find the code, to plant the seeds, to start the process, and that would take years. Long, long years. But you had time, and you had patience, and you had the will to make it all happen (mOTher). You had to be right. You had to be.

Sometimes it was difficult; you had to sneak out more than once to the forest outside your home, where you knew there was a certain amphibian temple that you had to locate. But to sneak out, you had to find some way out of the barred windows, or pick the lock on your door, and it took you many, many weeks to be able to figure it out. But you had time. She’d given you that time, after all (mOThEr).

You put the pieces in place, you planted the seeds, you got the Game afoot, bit by arduous bit, for your friends, for your Reward, for you. You wanted your dreams to be true, for the Game, for Skaia, for the world you would create, and for that one last reason you didn’t want to admit (mOTHEr). And, one by one, your dreams kept coming true.

Exactly as all of them, the doctors and psychiatrists and specialists (mOTHER), had always told you would never happen.

But here you are, aren’t you? The first of your friends has gotten in, bringing her house and her pet and her precious, perfect Aunt with her, and you know that even if this Game destroys the world, it has the chance, that one possible chance, of saving the one who raised you (MOTHER), as long as you bring her with you.

Which is why you make extra, absolutely, positively sure that she is away on business before you start the Game.

You’re sitting by the barred windows (PUT THERE BY HER), watching the world end (GLORIOUSLY, PATHETICALLY, RIGHTEOUSLY), exactly as you always knew it would (AND THEY CALLED YOU MAD BECAUSE OF IT), and you know that the billions who did not believe (THOSE BILLIONS WHO HATED YOU), who locked you and barred you and put you away like you were something to be ashamed of (SOMETHING TO BE FORGOTTEN, BELITTLED, DISCARDED), are now about to die.

She (MOTHERMOTHERMOTHER) is about to die.

And you made it happen.

It’s such a strange, exhilarating, intoxicating thought, isn’t it?

It’s almost your turn to get in. And now that the world is burning, it’s all going to be okay.

And as you turn away from the wonderful, terrible thing you have wrought, a little voice in your head speaks.

Come, see my works, the Artist says. Are they not beautiful?

I have a feeling this is going to be a happy aspect!

I kind of have a personal interest in how you do this, as I'm currently playing a Doom aspect character in a Homestuck RPG. Looking forward to the rest of them.

[ArcFour]

I'm happy to hear that you're interested, Black Watch. What's your character's class, out of curiosity?

2 - Thief

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You should have known (you should have known, have known) what would happen.

The start of the Game has come and gone. Your teammates are on their worlds. Your sprites have told you your Titles. Your enemies have mustered their forces. The Game has started, and the deck is stacked against you.

The Game wants you to lose, your sprite says. But you can stop it, as long as you figure out what the coin means (what it means, the strange black coin).

You took it from an imp with a strange notched ear. A small black coin, with your mark, your Aspect, emblazoned upon it, and for some reason it felt like fire (like fire, fire). The imp didn’t seem any worse for wear (but for a notch on the ear, on the ear). It wandered away (away, away), and you let it go, because it was just an imp (a harmless imp, an imp with no coin).

But it came back three days later. It seemed crazed (dazed, glazed), and for some reason, you couldn’t kill it (not with fist, nor stone, nor blade). Not until you touched that coin (that strange black coin) back to its head, and suddenly it fell into one of the rivers of fire that covered your land. You gave it its coin (that strange black coin), and you gave it its End.

And, oh, how beautiful it is, because now you know what you are. You are the Thief (and you Take what is Yours (and what is Yours is Doom (and Doom is the End (and the End is a strange black coin, your currency, your reward, your prize)))), and oh, how wondrous it is (it is, it is,)!

You Take from an ogre, a fate filled with fire, and Take from a Basilisk a death of blades (two strange black coins, heavy in your hands), and you give one to the other, and back again, and how you delight when they trade their fates (trade their coin, their Ends), when an ogre dies by blades and a basilisk dies by fire, and you know what you have to do.

Because the Game wants you to lose, your sprite says. But you can stop it, now that you know what the coin means (what it means, the strange black coin).

So you speak to a player (of clocks, of Time), who tells you the end is nigh (the End is Nigh), and that there is no Hope (for Hope is an Aspect your session lacks), because your session is null (your session will end in failure, no matter the path, because you all die (die (die))).

But she didn’t see the Truth of your Fate (the Truth of your Aspect (the Truth of your strange black coins)). But you saw it.

So you took from her a coin (a grand Fate, an epic Fate, an immutable Fate of a deep black nothing), and you take from your Knight a coin, and you take from your Bard a coin, and you take from your Heir a coin, and you take from your Witch a coin, and you reach in yourself (deep, deep inside) and you take from yourself a coin, and when all of their fates weigh in your hand like pieces of silver you go to the Queen and the King and you pay your tribute.

The Thief gives her Tribute, and they have no choice but to take it, the weighty fates of Nothingness, the Null fates of six players forced onto two, and you know they will die.

And your team never will.

But it isn’t all right in the end, and you remember an Imp (crazed, dazed, glazed), and you think of that Truth behind the Truth, because if you don’t have an End, what do you have (WHAT DO YOU HAVE?)? Nothing but an unraveling, because without an End you are nothing but a record on repeat, living on borrowed time, and you should have known (you should have known, have known) the Truth (behind the Truth (behind the Truth)).

All must pay their dues in time.

And you have taken the only currency (those strange black coins) that your team could have used to pay it.

So when you start to come apart at the seams (physically, mentally, but fiscally mostly, hah, hah, hah), when your fate of Nothingness catches up with you anyway (oh, how funny, how hilarious, how Doomed you are!), but not in Nullness, not Nothingness, not Voidness, but in good, plain Insanity (HAH HAH HAH, how funny, the ways that Fate Dooms you!), you hear a little voice in the back of your head whisper what you should have known.

Go, run as fast as you can, the Wolf says. I’ll still catch you in the end.

The happiness continues! Remember; kids and fun.

Next, the Knight! Probably.

[The Black Watch]

It's not a canon title, but Seeker. Gameplay wise, its the male equivilent of Sylph.

[Dmatix]

To those interested, chapter eight of Last Journey of the Knight of Sands is up. Link in my signature.

[childishGambino]

Okay, I was absolutely determined to finish chapter 8 of Herding Cats before April, so I did. Writing rap slam poetry is hard. It's hard and nobody understands. And now, horror of horrors, I am a person who has written slash. I have performed the full yaoi, and there is no turning back. This black mark will remain upon my soul forever. Okay anyway here's the stupid chapter.

Herding Cats - Chapter 8