I ship JohnxVriska as a human. Human has aspects of troll and troll, in that a serious bf/gf (or spouse) not only loves their partner in the sense, but also genuinely cares about them, and wants to keep them safe and calm, in a sense. I think it would be harder for a human to split their needs in a quadrant than it would be for a troll to have the same person in two quadrants.
Disclaimer: I have no fucking idea about human romance. Any comments I make on the subject are more than likely wrong, and should be summarily ignored.
Re: Aradia Appreciation Hostile Takeover Thread. (Formerly about Vriska)
Originally Posted by Conspicuous
So anyone wants to talk about how perfect the ending to Vriska's arc was?
Oh so perfect. It had everything: A karmic death, and a symbolic one at that, the entire clock and luck motifs, the alternate universe depicting how everything would suck if she didn't die, and the way it pissed off so many people.
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 ship JohnxVriska as a human. Human has aspects of troll and troll, in that a serious bf/gf (or spouse) not only loves their partner in the sense, but also genuinely cares about them, and wants to keep them safe and calm, in a sense. I think it would be harder for a human to split their needs in a quadrant than it would be for a troll to have the same person in two quadrants.
Disclaimer: I have no fucking idea about human romance. Any comments I make on the subject are more than likely wrong, and should be summarily ignored.
Re: Aradia Appreciation Hostile Takeover Thread. (Formerly about Vriska)
Originally Posted by Dmatix
Oh so perfect. It had everything: A karmic death, and a symbolic one at that, the entire clock and luck motifs, the alternate universe depicting how everything would suck if she didn't die, and the way it pissed off so many people.
Sublime.
No you see the thing that makes the end of Vriska's arc perfect is none of those things.
It's the fact that it has Vriska in it. And that makes it perfect by default.
Re: Aradia Appreciation Hostile Takeover Thread. (Formerly about Vriska)
Originally Posted by colwag
He clearly is referring to the arc that he has already finished, yet not shown us.
Which is tragic in how we can only appreciate it in 4 or so dimensions, and not the 8 she deserves.
Speak for yourself. I pity those limited by human perception.
Originally Posted by Dmatix
Oh so perfect. It had everything: A karmic death, and a symbolic one at that, the entire clock and luck motifs, the alternate universe depicting how everything would suck if she didn't die, and the way it pissed off so many people.
Sublime.
A time traveller. How quaint.
You're about 12 threads too far in the future
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I ship JohnxVriska as a human. Human has aspects of troll and troll, in that a serious bf/gf (or spouse) not only loves their partner in the sense, but also genuinely cares about them, and wants to keep them safe and calm, in a sense. I think it would be harder for a human to split their needs in a quadrant than it would be for a troll to have the same person in two quadrants.
Disclaimer: I have no fucking idea about human romance. Any comments I make on the subject are more than likely wrong, and should be summarily ignored.
Re: Aradia Appreciation Hostile Takeover Thread. (Formerly about Vriska)
Originally Posted by colwag
No you see the thing that makes the end of Vriska's arc perfect is none of those things.
It's the fact that it has Vriska in it. And that makes it perfect by default.
Ah, but the thing about Vriska is that she's too perfect, and we get a buffer overflow sending her perfection into the negative.
She's pretty much the worst character unless she becomes less perfect, at which point she won't be perfectly perfect any more.
Re: Aradia Appreciation Hostile Takeover Thread. (Formerly about Vriska)
Originally Posted by Conspicuous
Ah, but the thing about Vriska is that she's too perfect, and we get a buffer overflow sending her perfection into the negative.
She's pretty much the worst character unless she becomes less perfect, at which point she won't be perfectly perfect any more.
Mwaha.
Nah she just becomes more perfect until she's perfect to the second power.
She may loop this system again afterwards.
She may in fact possess all of said perfection loops, but that cannot be confirmed.
I ship JohnxVriska as a human. Human has aspects of troll and troll, in that a serious bf/gf (or spouse) not only loves their partner in the sense, but also genuinely cares about them, and wants to keep them safe and calm, in a sense. I think it would be harder for a human to split their needs in a quadrant than it would be for a troll to have the same person in two quadrants.
Disclaimer: I have no fucking idea about human romance. Any comments I make on the subject are more than likely wrong, and should be summarily ignored.
Re: Aradia Appreciation Hostile Takeover Thread. (Formerly about Vriska)
Originally Posted by User 18
Speak for yourself. I pity those limited by human perception.
A time traveller. How quaint.
You're about 12 threads too far in the future
My secret is uncovered. I bring you a message from the future, given to me by our wisest elders: "Beware the Minotaur and the Winged Hound, for they well bring untold suffering to the followers of the Eight-legged Idol, By the will of the Sleepless in the Glow."
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.
Re: Aradia Appreciation Hostile Takeover Thread. (Formerly about Vriska)
Originally Posted by Dmatix
My secret is uncovered. I bring you a message from the future, given to me by our wisest elders: "Beware the Minotaur and the Winged Hound, for they well bring untold suffering to the followers of the Eight-legged Idol, By the will of the Sleepless in the Glow."
They're a cryptic bunch.
We may never know what they actually meant by that.
Re: Aradia Appreciation Hostile Takeover Thread. (Formerly about Vriska)
Originally Posted by Dmatix
My secret is uncovered. I bring you a message from the future, given to me by our wisest elders: "Beware the Minotaur and the Winged Hound, for they well bring untold suffering to the followers of the Eight-legged Idol, By the will of the Sleepless in the Glow."
They're a cryptic bunch.
"And I saw, sort of like rabbits, in many colors but basically a plaid pattern, kind of spinning around, and there was a sound as of like big syrupy things."
- Abraham Lincoln
Last edited by mysteriousOutsider; 05-21-2012 at 05:38 PM.
Re: Aradia Appreciation Hostile Takeover Thread. (Formerly about Vriska)
Originally Posted by colwag
Wait I thought he was a time traveler from the past visiting the future, not the other way around.
Tell the past to bet on the Giants, and also eat all the twinkies so the future can't have any more.
I'm both- a suave robot from the future and the past. Which are one and the same, in the future. Which is also the present now, meaning I'm actually not a traveler at all.
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.
Re: Aradia Appreciation Hostile Takeover Thread. (Formerly about Vriska)
Originally Posted by Dmatix
I'm both- a suave robot from the future and the past. Which are one and the same, in the future. Which is also the present now, meaning I'm actually not a traveler at all.
Simple.
You know I'm a time traveler too.
I just can't go any faster or slower then one second per second.
Re: Aradia Appreciation Hostile Takeover Thread. (Formerly about Vriska)
Conspiracy theory time!
Universe B1, in Vrisquirk, is 81. 8+1 and sqrt81 is 9. Troll 9 is Equius.
Implications, or something.
B2 is 82. 8+2=10=Gamzee.
More implications.
Probability of this theory being within three miles of correct is 1/the Grahams number.
Maybe in Connecticut, maybe in Ohio, maybe in Beijing??? (I'm trying to keep my location ambiguous.)
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Re: Aradia Appreciation Hostile Takeover Thread. (Formerly about Vriska)
Originally Posted by colwag
You know I'm a time traveler too.
I just can't go any faster or slower then one second per second.
For shame.
Originally Posted by smograth
Conspiracy theory time!
Universe B1, in Vrisquirk, is 81. 8+1 and sqrt81 is 9. Troll 9 is Equius.
Implications, or something.
B2 is 82. 8+2=10=Gamzee.
More implications.
Probability of this theory being within three miles of correct is 1/the Grahams number.
This logic is so flawed; I don't know whether to be appalled or astounded.
Fuck it. No Homestuck character candy corns. I just love everyone too much to select favorites.
Dani is the coolest cat of all the Nepetas.
Quotes:
Originally Posted by shadowedAngel
Originally Posted by OrangeAipom
Hussie will never make your dreams come true.
Because he is lazy.
Jade confirmed for being a really bad dancer.
Originally Posted by Drillgorg
Originally Posted by pirrou
Penetration isn't even something that inherently has to be associated with male genitals. A lot of people just like to put things in their vaginas because there's an important pleasure receptor in there, and which gender (and which real-life flesh-and-blood genitals) one is turned on by doesn't have to have any bearing on that.
I have no interest in penetration why am I answering this
But look at your avatar...
Originally Posted by Kíeros
Not as angry as shipping. PS:Once on the web, there was a man--His name, Ace of Dark-Hearts.
His song is now sung everywhere, even in supermarts.
He found a site called TV Tropes, a famous one for its
Ability to suck you in to its eternal pits.
He set about upon a quest, to gain all that it knew,
Spent million ho'rs upon its feed, looking at all 'twas new.
And once upon that ancient time, he gave the wisdom wise,
To all who called upon him then, or looked into his eyes.
"I'll never, ever, give you up. We'll be there to the end."
He told unto the great website upon the day called Wend.
I know that it's not spelled that way, well tough, you'll just sue me;
But that isn't important to this amazing story.
He spent all of his waking life, chasing that feeble dream,
But the website did not return his ever faithful gleam.
And now upon this olden time, he gave all wisdom wise,
To those who would call upon him, or looked him in the eyes.
His obsession was way to big, it never looked to wane.
Just wax and wax, and wax it did. 'Twas becoming a bane.
A lifetime spent on this dear task, and getting nothing much.
Some thought of him as crazy, while some others called him such.
"A silly task" they told him so, "You are a stupid guy.
The website will not love you back, why do you even try?"
But still in times of recent past, he gathered wisdom wise,
To share to all who listened here, or looked him in the eyes.
Again and then, again again, he listened to their calls.
"An idiot" he heard them say "I do not have the balls
To be a normal person in a life that works just fine;
The knowledge gained is not that great. Why, that is all they whine.
But I, yes I, will prove them wrong, my love and I will show
Yes, all of the common info that nobody does know.
And now, upon these current days-- I've gathered wisdom wise,
I'll share it to all who listen, or look me in the eyes."
Now this old tale has oft been heard, the lover of a site.
He aged and aged, for a long time, 'til all his hair was white.
And then one day, he disappeared. But this, I've heard, is true:
He still exist, and wants to give that knowledge unto you.
You've heard this song about his lust, and it is now you job,
To join him in his sacred goal, and not to join the mob.
For now, until some time unknown, we'll give the wisdom wise,
To share with all who will listen, or look us in the eyes.
Originally Posted by Wulf
Originally Posted by rogue of void
Originally Posted by FowlJ
Originally Posted by Panda-s1
naw dude, cheese is like coagulated. It's coagulated protein found in milk.
Okay fine, it is fermented, but so is like yogurt, and I don't ever remember going to Bert F. Yogurt's for my friend's birthday.
That's probably because Bert is a registered sex offender.
Was, he got off on those charges remember?
Getting off on stuff is what got him charged to begin with!
Re: Aradia Appreciation Hostile Takeover Thread. (Formerly about Vriska)
Originally Posted by smograth
Conspiracy theory time!
Universe B1, in Vrisquirk, is 81. 8+1 and sqrt81 is 9. Troll 9 is Equius.
Implications, or something.
B2 is 82. 8+2=10=Gamzee.
More implications.
Probability of this theory being within three miles of correct is 1/the Grahams number.