to the mod: you seem to work with asktheironinfidel a lot, are they your Dolorosa's official Signless? If so that's actually kind of cute.
All Signless Are Belong To Dolo
(ooc) but in all seriousness asktheironinfidel’s mod and I met through our askblogs and I am so supremely lucky to now call her one of my best friends. We work together a lot because we talk a lot, and a not insignificant portion of what we talk about centers around Signless and Co. so we tend to collaborate on a lot of things.
I can’t say her signless is my official signless, because our headcannons and timelines do differ on several points, but considering the sheer number of headcannons and stories we have created together her signless is as close as any other blog is gonna get :3
You are the PRIEST OF BLOOD. Your job these days is to DISCERN the idiosyncrasies of COMPLICATED INTERPERSONAL RELATIONS between your WARRING FACTIONS TEAMMATES and BIND them together with the CHAINS of this troll disease called FRIENDSHIP. The FORECAST for your continued immortality is looking pretty GRIM, because of your willingness to take HEROIC STUPID RISKS to get everyone out alive.
However, you find yourself spending a lot your time MEDIATING DRAMA in what often feels like a REALLY TERRIBLE ROMANTIC COMEDY.
I get a lot of REALLY good asks for asktheironinfidel. That is the first thing I have to say, I have the shiniest inbox of any mod I know–full of cool, thoughtful, interesting questions that I’m happy to engage.
But I also get a lot of really silly bizzare shit that I would love to showcase because it makes me smile, and Idk if anyone would be interested in seeing that? The goofy asks that I think are funny but I can never answer? Would people be interested in seeing some of them?
I made the previous drawing with my friend Ash of asktheironinfidel in mind. She’s recovering from surgery and is feeling pretty ucky so I drew it with get-well wishes in my heart. I hope you like it baby! get well soon!
I'VE ACTUALLY NEVER ANSWERED THIS QUESTION FOR A STRANGER BEFORE. FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING, I GUESS.
I THOUGHT IT WAS A NIGHTMARE AT FIRST.
I FELT LIKE THE AIR IN THIS PLACE I COULD BARELY SEE WAS LIGHTER THAN THE AIR ON ALTERNIA OR SOMETHING. EVEN THOUGH I COULD BARELY MAKE OUT WHAT WAS HAPPENING, IT ALL FELT REALER THAN WHEN I WAS AWAKE.
I COULD HEAR THINGS. LIKE LAUGHTER, AND SINGING. BUT IT WAS WEIRDLY QUIET, AND THE LANGUAGE SOUNDED GARBLED. I COULDN’T MAKE OUT MUCH, BUT THE MAIN THING I REMEMBER NOTICING WAS TOUCH. PEOPLE WEREN’T FLINCHING AWAY FROM EACH OTHER, EVEN WHEN THEY’D APPROACH THEM FROM BEHIND.
I’M NOT SURE IF I CAN CONVEY HOW BIG A DEAL THIS WAS–YOU DON’T JUST APPROACH PEOPLE, ESPECIALLY FROM BEHIND. AND YOU SURE AS FUCK DON’T TOUCH THEM, UNLESS YOU WANT TO GET YOUR OCULAR GLOBES TORN OUT.
AND THEN THERE WAS SOMETHING–SOMEONE BEHIND ME. BUT I WASN’T SCARED. I FELT LIKE THEY WERE AN OLD FRIEND OR SOMETHING, AND THIS LUMP STARTED UP IN MY SQUAWK BLISTER. BUT NO FEAR.
THERE WAS NO FEAR IN THIS PLACE.
THEY WERE WARM–NOT LIKE A GHOST WOULD BE. THEY HAD A HEARTBEAT. I COULDN’T TURN MY HEAD TO SEE THEM–I WAS FIXATED ON THE SCENE IN FRONT OF ME. IT WAS LIKE TURNING AWAY WOULD MAKE IT DISAPPEAR.
THEY TOLD ME SOMETHING…I DON’T REMEMBER WHAT IT WAS, BUT I JUST STARTED TO–
DO YOU HAVE SOME VISION OF ME JUST SWAGGERING UP TO A PODIUM IN THE MIDDLE OF TOWN SOMEWHERE AND BELTING OUT TO A CONVENIENTLY ASSEMBLED CROWD HOW TO GET THEIR SHIT TOGETHER? AND THEM ACCEPTING THAT LIKE A FLOCK OF RETARDED WOOLBEASTS?
ALLOW ME TO SHATTER THAT ASININE VISION WITH THE REALITY: I STARTED OFF MORE OR LESS MUMBLING AWKWARDLY TO MYSELF IN CROWDED MARKETPLACES WHILE PEOPLED JABBED ELBOWS BETWEEN MY RIBS AS THEY HURRIED PAST.
ONE DAY, SOMEONE LISTENED. THEY DIDN'T NECESSARILY AGREE OR UNDERSTAND, BUT THEY LISTENED. ABOUT THREE OR FOUR PEOPLE SHOWED UP OVER THE COURSE OF THE EVENING, SO I DECIDED TO SET A TIME AND A PLACE THE NEXT DAY JUST TO AVOID REPEATING MYSELF. I DIDN’T EXPECT MUCH.
SOMEHOW THOSE THREE PEOPLE MANAGED TO PROMPT AN UNGODLY FUCKTON OF CURIOUS ONLOOKERS. I NEARLY SHIT MYSELF, NEVER HAVING SEEN MORE THAN SIX PEOPLE GATHERED IN ANY ONE LOCATION FOR AN EVENT THAT WASN’T A GRUESOME PUBLIC EXECUTION, AND I BRIEFLY WONDERED IF THE SUBJUGGALATORS WERE ALREADY ON THEIR MERRY WAY AND THEY WERE JUST WAITING TO SEE A STUPID EIGHT-SWEEP OLD’S HEAD GET BASHED IN. BUT I MUST HAVE STARTED TALKING AT SOME POINT.
OVERALL, I’D HAVE TO SAY THAT IT COULD HAVE GONE A LOT WORSE.
WELL…TO BE HONEST, I DON’T. WHAT I HAVE TO SAY IS FOR THEM TOO. I MEAN, THERE ARE PRECAUTIONS I HAVE TO TAKE, LIKE OCCASIONALLY TRAVELLING IN AND OUT OF TOWNS DURING THE DAY, BUT IT’S NOT AS SIMPLE AS ‘HIGHBLOODS ARE ENEMIES’ AND 'LOWBLOODS ARE ALLIES’.
YOU SEEM TO BE UNDER THE IMPRESSION THAT ONLY HIGHBLOODS DON’T LIKE WHAT I HAVE TO SAY. FUCKING NOT TRUE. I WOULD BE LYING IF I SAID THAT LOWBLOODS HAVEN’T TRIED TO KILL ME BEFORE. ONE OF THE WORST INJURIES I EVER RECEIVED WAS DEALT TO ME BY A FUCKING MAROON-BLOOD.
HIGHBLOODS AREN’T THE ONLY ONES COMFORTABLE WITH THE SHITTY WAY THINGS ARE NOW.
AND GIVE THEM SOME FUCKING CREDIT, A LOT OF HIGHBLOODS HAVE BEEN MORE RECEPTIVE TO MY IDEAS THAN I WOULD HAVE EVER IMAGINED WHEN I FIRST STARTED THIS. AND FOR THEM TO EMBRACE ANY PART OF WHAT I SAY OR NOT RIPPING OUT MY BLOODPUSHER AFTER AN ENCOUNTER IS JUST AS DANGEROUS FOR THEM AS IT IS FOR LOWBLOODS.
BUT WORDS, EVEN IF YOU’RE WILLING TO RISK YOUR LIFE FOR THEM, ARE PRETTY FUCKING CHEAP ON ALTERNIA. AND SINCE MY LUSUS AND I ARE PRETTY GOOD WITH NEEDLES, WE’VE FOUND THAT SEWING UP WOUNDS AND THE LIKE HAS GOTTEN US AMNESTY OR AT THE VERY LEAST SILENCE WITH HIGHBLOODS WHERE WE MIGHT HAVE OTHERWISE HAD TO DEAL WITH A FUCKING CALL TO AUTHORITIES HIGHER ON THE PROVERBIAL TOTEM POLE THAN POLISLAYERS OR LEGISLACERATORS.
MEDICAL SCIENCE IS MORE THEORETICAL THAN ANYTHING AROUND HERE, YOU SEE, AND THE TROLL HIPPOCRATIC OATH EXPLICITLY ENDORSES REVENGE.
AND EVEN IF THEY DO COME TO CALL, CONSIDER FOR A MOMENT THAT I’VE BEEN A FUCKING FUGITIVE SINCE THE DAY I WRIGGLED OUT OF MY EGG. CONSIDER ALSO FOR A MOMENT THAT SINCE THEY DAY I WRIGGLED OUT OF MY EGG, I HAVE ALSO BEEN NOMADIC ON TOP OF BEING A FUCKING FUGITIVE. WE’RE VERY FUCKING GOOD AT HIDING.
SERIOUSLY, EVEN HIGHBLOODED MAYORS DON’T EXACTLY LIKE TO CALL DOWN LAUGHASSASINS AND SUBJUGGULATORS ON THEIR CITIES OR TOWNS IF THEY CAN POSSIBLY AVOID IT. BECAUSE THOSE FROTHING LUNATIC MURDERCLOWNS TEND TO TURN HIVE-CALLS INTO A FUCKING NIGHTMARE CIRCUS OF INDISCRIMINATE SLAUGHTER. ITS BAD FOR THEIR ECONOMIES, AND DEPENDING ON HOW WHIMSICAL THE AUTHORITIES ARE FEELING, THEIR IMMEDIATE MORTALITY.
HOWEVER, WHEN THEY ARE SUMMONED TO CULL OUR HERETIC ASSES, WE DO EMPLOY A STRATEGY. A STRATEGY SO REVOLUTIONARY AND COMPLEX IT MIGHT BLOW YOUR FUCKING THINKPAN.
OH WAIT, NO, THERE ARE ONLY A FEW WAYS TO DEAL WITH AN INSANE CLOWN POSSE HIGHER THAN GODDAMNED KITES ON BLOODLUST AND MURDERJOLLIES:
ABSCONDING THE FUCK OUT.
WELL, THERE YOU HAVE MY CURRENT POLICIES. ALTHOUGH I DO ADMIT THAT WE’LL HAVE TO GET SNEAKIER FROM HERE ON OUT. WE HAD A CLOSE CALL A FEW PERIGREES AGO, AND…
WHAT KIND OF INSIGHT CAN YOU POSSIBLY HOPE TO GAIN FROM THIS QUESTION. I MEAN, IT’T NOT EVEN SPECIFIC. WHOSE BUTT? THE BUTTS OF THE PEOPLE IN MY IMMEDIATE VICINITY, MY FAMILY? MY FOLLOWERS? THE BUTTS OF ALL ALTERNIA? ARE WE TALKING OBJEJCTIVELY OR SUBJECTIVELY? IF THE FORMER, WHAT THE FUCK MAKES YOU THINK I CAN EVEN ANSWER SUCH A QUERY. DO YOU THINK I HAVE IN MY HEAD SOME ABSTRACT IDEAL OF WHAT MAKES THE BEST BUTT? OR ANYONE? THAT WEIRD FUCKER IN THE CAVE WITH HIS SHADOWS MAYBE, BUT ME NOT SO MUCH. AND IF THE LATTER, WHY DO YOU EVEN GIVE A FLYING SHIT ABOUT WHO I THINK HAS THE BEST BUTT?
THIS IS WEIRD, HOW MUCH TIME YOU THINK I EVEN SPEND THINKING ABOUT PEOPLE’S BUTTS.
TA: why diid you bother to an2wer thii2s que2tiion
TA: iif iit wa2nt on your miind at all
TA: that ball thing iis comiing up—
CG: SHUT YOUR FACE. THE ONLY BUTT I’M THINKING ABOUT IS MINE AND HOW TO COVER IT, BECAUSE I STILL HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE FUCK I’M GOING TO WEAR TO THAT BALL THING.
TA: you have no iidea how that sounded diid you
CG: YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. GOD. DON’T POST IT, I’M FIXING IT–
((TA has posted WHYTHEFUCKDOYOUCARE.doc to ASKTHEIRONINFIDEL))
((OOC: Hey peeps. I’ve gotten several requests for this, so I thought I’d go ahead and make this song available for download (I was going to save it for Mother’s Day but I have a better idea now, bwahahaha). I’m actually shocked it got the reception from you guys that it did, and I’m glad to see that so many of you enjoy it. For those of you who are interested in my other musical dorky Homestuck shenanigans I run a Harmonious Nepeta blog, but I also do songs for other characters occasionally as well. Anyway, enough of my blather. Here you go. ^w^))