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HOMESTUCK RPERS

IF YOU EVER, EVER, EVER, RP WITH A KANKRI PLAYER, HAVE SOME FREAKING PATIENCE PLEASE. DON’T CLOSE OUT OF THE CHAT BECAUSE THEY HAVEN’T RESPONDED RIGHT AWAY, IT’S A FREAKING KANKRI PLAYER FOR GOODNESS SAKE. THANK YOU.

reblog if you roleplay/cosplay homestuck.

i will follow everyone of you.

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Five things to bear in mind when writing Jade Harley

For fanfic and rp, as I’ve done both.

I’ve seen a lot of badly written Jade. She’s hands down my favourite character in Homestuck, so I often search out fic for her. Of the four kids, she definitely has the least amount of fic, and when she is in a fic, it’s often as an offhand mention. And then even if the fic actually focuses on her, she’s mostly not written very well. So here is a list of things that I think people forget about when they write Jade, and which might help people to write her better.

This is not an argument for any ship, but I will be mentioning pairings. And yes, I have my favourites, but I won’t be any kinder to them than the others.

1. Jade Harley is extremely self-reliant.

Hey, remember that scene with Jade and her Grandpa?

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I’ve seen a number of people react to this moment with confusion. Why does Jade fight with her dead Grandpa? Was he so horrible to her that even now she hates him?

The answer is no. On the very next page Jade says that he was much easier to deal with when he was alive. What she’s doing here is displacement. Jade’s been alone since she was very young, and while Bec was there to protect her, he wasn’t able to raise her. She had to do that herself. So she started projecting onto her Grandpa. It was probably quite innocent at the beginning. She had to do something she didn’t want to do, and she told herself “If I don’t do this, Grandpa will be disappointed in me.” It became a way of motivating herself, and then turned into an elaborate roleplay, because Jade is fun and creative and enjoys doing that. But at her heart, she’s the one judging herself. She’s the one worrying about the size of her gun.

And notice, Jade is much harsher on herself than her Grandpa ever was. She holds herself to an incredibly high standard.

Jade does some amazingly brave things over the course of Homestuck. She sacrifices herself for John without a second thought. She’s not afraid of dying at all, she just wants to protect the people she loves. She’s also very kind to her friends. Look at her conversation with Rose, just before Rose goes Grimdark. She really tries to reassure Rose that Rose made the best possible choices and that she doesn’t need to feel guilty. Jade is very kind. But she never shows that kindness to herself.

When Jadesprite refuses to fight Jack, Jade explodes. Because her standards for herself are so high, she can’t bear that any version of herself is failing them.

Another thing to think about: Bec shoots people twice with her bullets. He shoots her Grandpa when she’s little, and Bec Noir shoots Dave. In both cases, Jade blames herself. And it would be really easy for her not to do that! She could blame Bec, or Tavros for the first one, or the Jack Noir part of Bec Noir for the second one. But she takes the responsibility on herself, both times. She has really, really high standards for herself.

What does this mean for writing Jade?

Well she doesn’t mind accepting help, but she hates to depend on other people. She expects herself to be competent in every situation. If you’re writing, say, hurt/comfort with Jade, and she’s sick, she’s not going to be curled up in bed, wanting to be waited upon. She’s going to be up working, ignoring the fact that she’s sick. If it’s a shippy fic (and it’s hurt/comfort, so of course it is), her partner will have to drag her to bed and probably tie her down to make her stay there, and she’ll keep insisting that she’s fine.

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Hallucination M!A Open RP

Aradia gulped, her eyes darting from side to side. She had her arms crossed and locked tight in front of her, and she bit her lip in an attempt to stop herself from screaming. Everyone she saw was wielding their strife specibus, and it didn’t help the fact that she was currently surrounded by taunting highbloods. One moment they were all empty handed, yet after a terrible headache, everyone had been bestowed with the most terrifying weapons in the world.

What the heck was going on?

if you reblog shittons of homestuck

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WAITING FOR REBLOG THIS YOU MOTHERFUCKER

and i’ll follow you

reblog this if you are a homestuck rp blog or youre alright with roleplaying with homestucks

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I Could Use More People To Talk To So That My Blog Doesnt Become Solely Dedicated To Pictures

Open starter

Dave kickflipped into an FS 50-50 down the rail and landed perfectly. He sped up a bit and turned the corner. He always felt so free when he was just skating around town. Wind blew the hair from his face and he enjoyed the cool air and he pulled off a clean hospital flip. This boosted his confidence and he sped up a bit more. He took another sharp turn and bam! He sprawled to the ground after landing on someone. “Fuck!” He sat up and rubbed his now bleeding leg. “Sorry.” 

Another Morning // Open

Dirk lifted his hand to stop his alarm.
“God fuck it’s raining again” were the first words to come out of his mouth.
He took his shades with one hand, phone in another and then walked to the bathroom. When he was done, he changed into some casual clothes and headed downstairs.
He switched the sign to ‘Open’ and ‘Cafe’.
While he was changing songs on his phone, resonating through the whole place, someone walked in.He nodded to the customer and slipped his shades on.
Who is it?

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If you're a Homestuck Roleplay blog

could you please reblog this? My dash is seriously dead and i hate doing this as much as the next person but i need more people to follow and talk to rather than sit and see nothing updated on my dash. so could you all please reblog this. doesn’t matter if youre a canon or oc ill roleplay with any of you.

Dojo's Guide to Playing Cronus Fucking Ampora

OKAY… so I decided to make my first guide on RPing Cronus, because I feel he’s one of the most misinterpreted characters in homestuck by both the haters and the fans.  

I’m also going to get into both Eridan AND Vriska a little, but only when it’s necessary, since believe it or not, understanding Eridan and Vriska is actually really crucial to understanding Cronus.  

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Closed Homestuck RP [Petstuck]

[A bit nsfw because of abuse and violence]

Karkat let out a growl, clawing at his handler. The woman with long nails had found him as a child, but horribly mistreated him for 4 years now. Instead of treating him as a troll, she had treated him like a dog. She kicked at him, his small malnourished frame falling to the cold kitchen floor. She let smoke fill the air as she exhaled, putting out the flames of her cigarette on Karkat’s arm. He squealed, and she laughed as she dug her high heel into his stomach in reply to his attempts to curl up. She kicked him again, making him flinch and hold his side. “You worthless runt— I’m surprised I haven’t given you away long before now. All you do is waste my precious money, and sit around like the pathetic shit you are. You stupid mutant. You aren’t even cute.” She walked off, and Karkat crawled to hide in a corner. His ribs poked out of his skin— showing his frail frame. His stomach growled, in desperate need of food. He hadn’t eaten an actual meal in a long time.

It was no surprise when she decided to abandon him. She put him out on the street, dropping him off somewhere in the city. Karkat scrambled off— the car the woman was in driving off. Karkat looked around with terrified eyes as people walked along— leaving him by himself. He curled up in a ball— terrified. People spat at him and kicked him— seeing his pathetically small horns and scrawny frame. Someone even threw a can at him. His stomach growled once more, and he let out a small whine as it began to rain.

psa to roxy/drunk rpers:

yOU CANNOT CHUG AN ENTIRE BOTTLE OF VODKA

HAVE YOU EVER TRIED TO TAKE EVEN A SHOT VODKA

IT BURNS

UNLESS YOU ARE AN EXPERIENCED DRINKER YOU WILL SPIT IT UP/VOMIT IF YOU TRY TO DRINK IT STRAIGHT (AS A SHOT)

IF YOU TRY TO DRINK IT STRAIGHT OUT OF THE BOTTLE AND CHUG IT (ALL OF IT) YOU WILL

A) GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL AND GET YOUR STOMACH PUMPED YOU IDIOT

B) FUCKING DIE

so do not write your character swigging an entire bottle without researching alcohol at all you fuckers (⊙‿ ⊙✿)

Open RP

===> Numbers. They weren’t there before, but now…now they scattered your vision. Every five seconds, you had to keep from saying that word; that detestable, vile word.

“CONSUME.”

===> You slip again, kneeling as you whimper softly. Rocking back and forth, you slowly move to a corner. Tears running down your face, you cover your ears and try to block out the world as the numbers grow and recede violently within your head.

“…help…”

Open Starter

So it was finally the weekend. Mituna had nothing to do today, and in the middle of the week last week, such a concept seemed far away and wonderful. Now that he was actually in that situation, he was antsy, restless. He had to do something. Sitting on his couch in front of his turned-off television, his fingers tapped ceaselessly on his knees, scratching and picking at the fabric of his sleep-pants. A pressure was building at the back of his head- he knew if he continued like this, he’d spiral downward into a terrible headache.

Standing, he began to pace, then on a split second decision, grabbed his jacket, iPod, and skateboard, slipped into his shoes, and was out the door in a matter of moments, not caring to change out of his pajamas. A day at the skate park would be just radical, he thought as he started off down the street, music blaring loudly from his headphones to drown out the ringing in his ears. 

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