I see a second page, but when I click on it, I'm brought back to the first.
Maybe another post will fix this.
EDIT:
Theeeeeeeereeeeeeeee we go.
RacialNinja: That's a fun opinion. Heck, the reason I went so crazy is that I couldn't even find it awesomely tragic. Care to elaborate? Or not, that's fair enough.
She sleeps in tower ivory, she dreams in one of gold,
At once she is both young and dead and old.
She sees what is to happen, knows not what will unfold.
Fire took her dreams away, now emptiness rules sleep,
In bubbles ruled by creatures mad her sanity she keeps
And through the madness she becomes a wolf and not a sheep.
Now space is in her grasp, power great and vast
And on the golden inch she sails on ship of golden masts
To face a fiend of power cosmic, whose reign forever lasts.
How will this journey end, no one can be sure,
But however it will end, the universe she’ll cure.
John:
Zephyr his mount, sapphire his cape
The Heir arrives on wings of storm
Lightning his scepter, thunder his crown
The power of Breath the world does transform
Light on his feet, light in his heart
Greatness is his, his to perform
Potential endless, given by air
The power of Breath the world does transform
Joy rules him still, though darkness looms close
And sorrows and pain threaten to swarm
He rises above, the sky is his throne
The power of Breath the world does transform
Though kindness is his, cruelty cast aside
Threaten his kin, trouble their form
And prepare to reap a whirlwind of force
The power of Breath your hate will transform.
Rose:
At the tip of her wand seraphim dance
A ballet of strife with devils of chance.
Sable and Emerald duel for her mind;
If either prevails , her fate won’t be kind
At all times in control, except when she’s not.
Aberrations of dread foul feelers do send.
They whisper of treason, damnation and rot,
Of crimes she could never hope to amend.
She will not surrender, relinquish no sliver
Of her mind to the hunters that come from the void.
Fight them every step, she won’t falter or quiver;
She fights for herself, least she be destroyed.
With wizardry and light, the future she scouts,
The roll of the dice now her crystal ball,
And though what she sees may cause her some doubt
The Seer will never again be a thrall.
Furious Pariah, hard of shell
Herder of wolves, they bite at his ankles
Making his way through a hazy hell.
Hurried the midwife, doomed the born
Ruinous creator, tumorous doctor
He failed, for hatred now sworn.
In desolation lingers, never dares to hope
For he knows hope is a butcher
With his helplessness he cannot cope
Rage too betrayed him, bond asunder
Leaving a trail of corpses behind
The jester cares not if he goes under
Trapped in loathing, harried by temporal shades
Cursed by heretical plasma, hidden by shame
Jealousy grows, cultivated by sightless blades
Blindness sneers at him
Callousness will spare not a moment
His blood by loneliness made dim
Kanaya:
On sunny sands she walks, while others in darkness sleep.
Caring soul, ancestor to a generation that will never be born.
Care is met with cruelty, dealt by the spider’s sting,
Her love is repaid with indifference, pricks like the sharpest thorn.
Amphibian progeny she raises, watched by a warrior filled with pride
Haste her child will doom, the warrior demands it still, she obeys.
A universe is born only to die again.
Her love is repaid by stillbirth; her child will never see the light of day.
Fleeing from bladed death, her last hope has yet to hatch,
She shows compassion to a wounded soul, giving it a goal.
That hope is a devil in sheep’s skin, and burns all others.
Her love is repaid with treason, and in her heart a hole.
With vengeance she rises again, less and more than she was.
The devil is cleaved by a sword of teeth. It gives her no peace.
Now she searches for a space to call her own.
Her love is waiting for a balm that the pain will cease.
He is without equal, brain like a storm
Hateful and wretched, worthless worm
Wisdom and knowledge, power unknown
Ignorant fool, his fate does bemoan
Fierce is his mind, fierce his heart too
Cowardly maggot of red and blue
She was his best friend, she could have been more
He fired and fired, left nothing but gore
He saved her life, she kissed him and smiled
Shot through the chest, while he choked on bile
He did what he could, it wasn’t his fault
He failed like always, her death couldn’t halt
Blackness unfolds him, no more red and blue
Duality vanished, the dying shouts are gone
Peace at last, a final dark dawn.
Tranquility in emptiness
Rest in the void
Clarity in blindness
Unity in death.
Pointy shades, bulbous rump
Ironic coolness, rhymes I pump
Shatterproof sword, Causal cap
Layers of satire, I take no crap
Flashy moves, tasty grooves
Never lose, always the one to choose
Faster than sound, flashing around
Cutting fools down, fighting black clowns
Jet board, can’t be ignored, check out the sword
Slashing through imps like metaphysical gourds
Grist hoard, everything afford, won every single possible award
Shit so easy, I get bored.
Got Cal, best pal, me and him is an entire cabal
Bounce a coin, try not to look sad;
It won’t get to land before I send you
Beaten so bad like a kick to the groin
You can’t beat Bro at shit, I’m simply the best there is
Holding a monopoly on the asskicking biz.
I see a second page, but when I click on it, I'm brought back to the first.
Maybe another post will fix this.
EDIT:
Theeeeeeeereeeeeeeee we go.
RacialNinja: That's a fun opinion. Heck, the reason I went so crazy is that I couldn't even find it awesomely tragic. Care to elaborate? Or not, that's fair enough.
Cause it ninja'd me maybe? Im not sure, I guess it's awesome JUST CAUSE it's HER and it's HER death. Meaning everything about her is awesome, even her death, despite it's meaning and relevance.
@DragonStorm, yes, if she came back I'd be happy. Maybe, as a story reader, a bit disappointed? conflicted? Can't say unless it actually happens.
uh
on the topic of vriska's death
did anyone else have the urge to stab terezi with a rusty fork
just out of curiosity
I was tempted to host a contest with a money prize going to who could produce the best Terezi being brutally murdered art possible.
But I calmed down since.
...not that I don't want to see it out of morbid curiosity but not so much a rampant desire to get onto Trollmegle as Vriska and haunt the fuck out of her.
I was tempted to host a contest with a money prize going to who could produce the best Terezi being brutally murdered art possible.
But I calmed down since.
...not that I don't want to see it out of morbid curiosity but not so much a rampant desire to get onto Trollmegle as Vriska and haunt the fuck out of her.
I was more like "oh no you B*tch, I take that back, but STILL ON NO YOU KILLED HER! POOR JOHN!! *reads rest of the pages of their conversations* *TEARS UP, ITS FOR THE BEST OF THE TROLLS....BUT NOOOOO!! NO BARD OF RAGE LEAVE HER BODY ALONE!! "
Cause it ninja'd me maybe? Im not sure, I guess it's awesome JUST CAUSE it's HER and it's HER death. Meaning everything about her is awesome, even her death, despite it's meaning and relevance.
@DragonStorm, yes, if she came back I'd be happy. Maybe, as a story reader, a bit disappointed? conflicted? Can't say unless it actually happens.
It only depends on the manner of execution. It can be a cop out, or not.
She sleeps in tower ivory, she dreams in one of gold,
At once she is both young and dead and old.
She sees what is to happen, knows not what will unfold.
Fire took her dreams away, now emptiness rules sleep,
In bubbles ruled by creatures mad her sanity she keeps
And through the madness she becomes a wolf and not a sheep.
Now space is in her grasp, power great and vast
And on the golden inch she sails on ship of golden masts
To face a fiend of power cosmic, whose reign forever lasts.
How will this journey end, no one can be sure,
But however it will end, the universe she’ll cure.
John:
Zephyr his mount, sapphire his cape
The Heir arrives on wings of storm
Lightning his scepter, thunder his crown
The power of Breath the world does transform
Light on his feet, light in his heart
Greatness is his, his to perform
Potential endless, given by air
The power of Breath the world does transform
Joy rules him still, though darkness looms close
And sorrows and pain threaten to swarm
He rises above, the sky is his throne
The power of Breath the world does transform
Though kindness is his, cruelty cast aside
Threaten his kin, trouble their form
And prepare to reap a whirlwind of force
The power of Breath your hate will transform.
Rose:
At the tip of her wand seraphim dance
A ballet of strife with devils of chance.
Sable and Emerald duel for her mind;
If either prevails , her fate won’t be kind
At all times in control, except when she’s not.
Aberrations of dread foul feelers do send.
They whisper of treason, damnation and rot,
Of crimes she could never hope to amend.
She will not surrender, relinquish no sliver
Of her mind to the hunters that come from the void.
Fight them every step, she won’t falter or quiver;
She fights for herself, least she be destroyed.
With wizardry and light, the future she scouts,
The roll of the dice now her crystal ball,
And though what she sees may cause her some doubt
The Seer will never again be a thrall.
Furious Pariah, hard of shell
Herder of wolves, they bite at his ankles
Making his way through a hazy hell.
Hurried the midwife, doomed the born
Ruinous creator, tumorous doctor
He failed, for hatred now sworn.
In desolation lingers, never dares to hope
For he knows hope is a butcher
With his helplessness he cannot cope
Rage too betrayed him, bond asunder
Leaving a trail of corpses behind
The jester cares not if he goes under
Trapped in loathing, harried by temporal shades
Cursed by heretical plasma, hidden by shame
Jealousy grows, cultivated by sightless blades
Blindness sneers at him
Callousness will spare not a moment
His blood by loneliness made dim
Kanaya:
On sunny sands she walks, while others in darkness sleep.
Caring soul, ancestor to a generation that will never be born.
Care is met with cruelty, dealt by the spider’s sting,
Her love is repaid with indifference, pricks like the sharpest thorn.
Amphibian progeny she raises, watched by a warrior filled with pride
Haste her child will doom, the warrior demands it still, she obeys.
A universe is born only to die again.
Her love is repaid by stillbirth; her child will never see the light of day.
Fleeing from bladed death, her last hope has yet to hatch,
She shows compassion to a wounded soul, giving it a goal.
That hope is a devil in sheep’s skin, and burns all others.
Her love is repaid with treason, and in her heart a hole.
With vengeance she rises again, less and more than she was.
The devil is cleaved by a sword of teeth. It gives her no peace.
Now she searches for a space to call her own.
Her love is waiting for a balm that the pain will cease.
He is without equal, brain like a storm
Hateful and wretched, worthless worm
Wisdom and knowledge, power unknown
Ignorant fool, his fate does bemoan
Fierce is his mind, fierce his heart too
Cowardly maggot of red and blue
She was his best friend, she could have been more
He fired and fired, left nothing but gore
He saved her life, she kissed him and smiled
Shot through the chest, while he choked on bile
He did what he could, it wasn’t his fault
He failed like always, her death couldn’t halt
Blackness unfolds him, no more red and blue
Duality vanished, the dying shouts are gone
Peace at last, a final dark dawn.
Tranquility in emptiness
Rest in the void
Clarity in blindness
Unity in death.
Pointy shades, bulbous rump
Ironic coolness, rhymes I pump
Shatterproof sword, Causal cap
Layers of satire, I take no crap
Flashy moves, tasty grooves
Never lose, always the one to choose
Faster than sound, flashing around
Cutting fools down, fighting black clowns
Jet board, can’t be ignored, check out the sword
Slashing through imps like metaphysical gourds
Grist hoard, everything afford, won every single possible award
Shit so easy, I get bored.
Got Cal, best pal, me and him is an entire cabal
Bounce a coin, try not to look sad;
It won’t get to land before I send you
Beaten so bad like a kick to the groin
You can’t beat Bro at shit, I’m simply the best there is
Holding a monopoly on the asskicking biz.
It only depends on the manner of execution. It can be a cop out, or not.
I've given up hope on it happening though.
I believe it's a distinct possibility of her coming back. Just cause she holds such a grip on the whole situation, even excluding her whole hand in the undoing of everything. She has a thing with john, she's a heavy hitter with her special move, which was by the way why I thought her death was awesome cause we saw her Ancestral Awakening, and Pirate Ancestor form. Too Epic.
I guess in some sense her death had a good close, in SOME sense, but at the same time, she herself had so much more to go through, and it's one of those, "you just gotta bring back" so of feel to it.
Also, her whole evil bitch, to anti-hero, to truly awesome anti-hero and lovable heroine sort of role was amazing. Like normally they die right when that happens, in a lot of stories, hence why her fans want her back, it's suppose to be like this. Like if a not so bad Villain moreso anti-hero sacrifices them self and dies, then you feel sad and shed a tear and wished they coulda lived out their goodness, but okay with their death. In this case, not her own choice but still justified and we still cry, but really REALLY want her back
Last edited by radicalNinja; 02-14-2012 at 04:21 PM.
Aww crap I was going to make the thread but the commute was so long.
I'm making Thread 8 then.
HOW DARE YOU TAKE SO LONG. Like, seriously. I filled half a page with Vriskathread Potential Titles. In fact, I'm already working on the titledump for Vriska Thread 8.
(I figure if I give out 200 suggestions for the next thread's title it'll make up for the fact that I can't arthunt for shit when everyone already has all the good art.)
Sigquotes:
Originally Posted by Githe
It's all fun and games until your periods sync up.
Originally Posted by colwag
Yeah, he's making a total boob of himself.
Wait.
Shit.
Although I totally imagine Dave having an existiencial crisis about Mayo in that chat. He just stops and stares blankly into space for a minute, while Karkat just stares wondering what broke Dave. As he searches for the answers, what is Mayo. Is he mayo? What if the mayo was everything BUT mayo? And he's all. "I don't know." And can never trust mayo again Although he'll put WV in a sandwhich, just to see if he is mayo.
Originally Posted by Andrew
More trivia you guys probably didn't know.
When I killed Nepeta that was me going FUCK FURRIES!
When Eridan got chopped in half? I was being like: Hipsters m i rite? SO LAME.
When Vriska died that was just so I could marry her though.
Originally Posted by bloodyEmissary
Is it one of those cakes that has various weapons hidden in each slice and then you FIGHT TO THE DEATH with them?
I love those cakes.
Originally Posted by mysteriousOutsider
Oh gosh the whole time I was bonding with amazing people over shared interests in a place devoted to said interests and forming real and lasting friendships which have significantly positively impacted my life I never considered that I might be inconveniencing the "asshole who doesn't give a shit and only shows their face around here to bitch about other people having fun" demographic.
I'm terribly sorry.
Originally Posted by Phantos
Remind me to never fight you in a boss battle, ash denej. You've got like, two dozen final forms.
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Re: Vriska Quarantine 7: Not Lucky Enough
Originally Posted by radicalNinja
I was more like "oh no you B*tch, I take that back, but STILL ON NO YOU KILLED HER! POOR JOHN!! *reads rest of the pages of their conversations* *TEARS UP, ITS FOR THE BEST OF THE TROLLS....BUT NOOOOO!! NO BARD OF RAGE LEAVE HER BODY ALONE!! "
And so forth.
i think gamzee's actually doing something else with the corpses
because like
you'd think he'd behead them or something
but hussie's mad majjyk skills
may do some other shennanigains
HOW DARE YOU TAKE SO LONG. Like, seriously. I filled half a page with Vriskathread Potential Titles. In fact, I'm already working on the titledump for Vriska Thread 8.
(I figure if I give out 200 suggestions for the next thread's title it'll make up for the fact that I can't arthunt for shit when everyone already has all the good art.)
i think gamzee's actually doing something else with the corpses
because like
you'd think he'd behead them or something
but hussie's mad majjyk skills
may do some other shennanigains
Exactly! Don't rape or behead these bodies Sir! EVEN THOUGH WE LOVE YOU, but like noooo our vriska~ But we very well know Hijinx is the middle name of Homestuck
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Originally Posted by radicalNinja
Exactly! Don't rape or behead these bodies Sir! EVEN THOUGH WE LOVE YOU, but like noooo our vriska~ But we very well know Hijinx is the middle name of Homestuck
maybe he's really doing a dance of majjyk to make them lifesplode and then sollux, gamzee, and vriska start a band with troll ozzy osbourne
Meanwhile I'm here being robbed of any of the emotional impact of her death.
The fact that it felt so rushed and ham fisted, with the sudden passing on of her last weapons, inviting John to a date, seeing that last form and OH MAN SHE COULD HAVE WON YOU KNOW SHE IS JUST SO COOL and all that shit coming up at once made the whole death feel...sorta forced? It robbed the emotional impact of it from me because it felt so forced and cheesy. And also the layers of bullshit that were on top of it.
It was like if Hussie just said "Man this Vriska arc has sorta drug down the story. I kinda need to cut it down. SLICE." It was as if he just wanted to make her entire arc sorta pointless.
I mean, some people talk about how a revival makes the death look silly and pointless in retrospect, right? Why would a death that means the character accomplishes pretty much nothing not make their entire arc look pointless in retrospect too?
The death didn't make me sad. It made me sorta mad that a great character is wasted in such a shitty way.
Like I said, I got this. I mean, usually I just dump whatever comes to mind. But this time I'm actually thinking IN ADVANCE. Holy shit.
Originally Posted by colwag
Meanwhile I'm here being robbed of any of the emotional impact of her death.
The fact that it felt so rushed and ham fisted, with the sudden passing on of her last weapons, inviting John to a date, seeing that last form and OH MAN SHE COULD HAVE WON YOU KNOW SHE IS JUST SO COOL and all that shit coming up at once made the whole death feel...sorta forced? It robbed the emotional impact of it from me because it felt so forced and cheesy. And also the layers of bullshit that were on top of it.
It was like if Hussie just said "Man this Vriska arc has sorta drug down the story. I kinda need to cut it down. SLICE." It was as if he just wanted to make her entire arc sorta pointless.
I mean, some people talk about how a revival makes the death look silly and pointless in retrospect, right? Why would a death that means the character accomplishes pretty much nothing not make their entire arc look pointless in retrospect too?
The death didn't make me sad. It made me sorta mad that a great character is wasted in such a shitty way.
Fun Fact: Right now, Hussie is probably chuckling to himself, and he knows not why.
Maybe he intended it to just drop from the start? Like, make it intentionally abrupt and then just leave it be forever? Just to troll us forever.
Sigquotes:
Originally Posted by Githe
It's all fun and games until your periods sync up.
Originally Posted by colwag
Yeah, he's making a total boob of himself.
Wait.
Shit.
Although I totally imagine Dave having an existiencial crisis about Mayo in that chat. He just stops and stares blankly into space for a minute, while Karkat just stares wondering what broke Dave. As he searches for the answers, what is Mayo. Is he mayo? What if the mayo was everything BUT mayo? And he's all. "I don't know." And can never trust mayo again Although he'll put WV in a sandwhich, just to see if he is mayo.
Originally Posted by Andrew
More trivia you guys probably didn't know.
When I killed Nepeta that was me going FUCK FURRIES!
When Eridan got chopped in half? I was being like: Hipsters m i rite? SO LAME.
When Vriska died that was just so I could marry her though.
Originally Posted by bloodyEmissary
Is it one of those cakes that has various weapons hidden in each slice and then you FIGHT TO THE DEATH with them?
I love those cakes.
Originally Posted by mysteriousOutsider
Oh gosh the whole time I was bonding with amazing people over shared interests in a place devoted to said interests and forming real and lasting friendships which have significantly positively impacted my life I never considered that I might be inconveniencing the "asshole who doesn't give a shit and only shows their face around here to bitch about other people having fun" demographic.
I'm terribly sorry.
Originally Posted by Phantos
Remind me to never fight you in a boss battle, ash denej. You've got like, two dozen final forms.
I was more caught into the story and her change that the death was sorta a surprise for me. (thats how you know shit is good, too focused to focus) And Yes, I see your point exactly, a wasteful death and such. I also believe in what you said about Hussie's intentions.
"Vriska, since you got SO much face time, time to end it, but PERMANENTLY *kills off*" and this was more notable with the Epic rare 5x Showdown. Like, Vriska coulda be interrupted WITH that and thus keep her in the Picture.
But perhaps it's cause she was god tier that this happened, her Hubris getting her killed, despite it being justified. Terezi did what was right in my opinion.
I guess how it impacts you depends on the range of love, story love, character love and ect goes in. Cause I can emphasize with most arguments, thus why I'm so fence-sitter like. But I did think it was a good death, as it was dramatic, brief, and sad. Especially with all the shit afterwards, with the Pester Logs.
@ Just that guy:
Perhaps, we never know. Maybe, to add on to my words above this, it's just really her taking a break from the epic face time and ancestor battle, thus making everyone happy and him not being a douche and killing her but justifiable and much needed given the circumstances. And it becomes the greatest story through those events.
Overall, to everyone, her death cant be judged until the END OF HOMESTUCK, cause so much shit could happen. it's just at the MOMENT IT BITES
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and uh
at the risk of being beaten with several blunt objects and ridiculed, then shunned in the corner to live out the rest of my days feeding off of rats and sleeping inside a box
am i the only person who doesn't ship john and vriska much?
besides that one chat i don't see much dynamic
but then again i don't really ship
but that's just me
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Re: Vriska Quarantine 7: Not Lucky Enough
Originally Posted by radicalNinja
I was more caught into the story and her change that the death was sorta a surprise for me. (thats how you know shit is good, too focused to focus) And Yes, I see your point exactly, a wasteful death and such. I also believe in what you said about Hussie's intentions.
"Vriska, since you got SO much face time, time to end it, but PERMANENTLY *kills off*" and this was more notable with the Epic rare 5x Showdown. Like, Vriska coulda be interrupted WITH that and thus keep her in the Picture.
But perhaps it's cause she was god tier that this happened, her Hubris getting her killed, despite it being justified. Terezi did what was right in my opinion.
I guess how it impacts you depends on the range of love, story love, character love and ect goes in. Cause I can emphasize with most arguments, thus why I'm so fence-sitter like. But I did think it was a good death, as it was dramatic, brief, and sad. Especially with all the shit afterwards, with the Pester Logs.
@ Just that guy:
Perhaps, we never know. Maybe, to add on to my words above this, it's just really her taking a break from the epic face time and ancestor battle, thus making everyone happy and him not being a douche and killing her but justifiable and much needed given the circumstances. And it becomes the greatest story through those events.
Overall, to everyone, her death cant be judged until the END OF HOMESTUCK, cause so much shit could happen. it's just at the MOMENT IT BITES
the most bitchhavery her death causes is that we can't just think up any instances or excuses because we don't know if there are new aspects in hs or something
which makes our ideas pre-invalidated
unless we're psychics
and we can read hussie's memory card
and know that he likes castlevania
and be spot on with our theories
in which pre-validated
but yeah
On one hand, I'd have found it cool if Equius just showed up behind Karkat in the shadows one scene, panting, the broken bow still hanging around his neck, his hair covering his eyes, and then he just grabs a seriously spooked out Karkat by the throat and asks "Where are my glasses, you damnable, dirty, filthy little-excuse-for-a-leader lowblood?"