A Eulogy for all the Homestuck ships that didn't make it.
Sunk by a meme. Tragic.
Sunk by a violent stabbing, also Tragic.
JadeJohn and DaveRose:
Goddamn, Hussie pulled a George Lucas on us there. "You like that ship? Well they're related now, whoopsie!"
Well, you'll always have A03 at least.
The forgotten Beta ship. You were cute.
You were a thing apparently? Well the fanart was cute.
You'll always have the Shelby Cragg AU's at least.
I have so many sad and complicated feelings towards you. It's hard and nobody understands.
There was so much unexplored potential and too much offscreen development.
Never liked you, but you deserved better than a bunch of people throwing a fit over a t-shirt.
I'll miss the <3<, and your Sprite.
God remember that anon that really really really hated this ship? Remember the harassment and gore submissions? That shit was wild... and creepy. Don't do this over fictional relationships kids.
Never saw that one coming did we?
I will Remem8er You!
Confirmed? Sunk? Aw well, you had a good run.
"We coulda had it aaaaaaall"
A foot note in the backstory that could have been explored more.
Sunk offscreen no less! A true shame.
Retconned out of existence and the two don't even talk anymore. Ouch.
Fuck all of you this was cute.
Sigh. Rest in Peace Vriskan, may the shippers sing you to your grave.
Wow, that was an odd couple wasn't it?
Now I’m even more curious about who Ace is.
We know the awoken were “ born” after the collapse and thats presumably when all the old Clovis facilities died too. if Ace was Cayde’s kid wouldn’t he have died in the collapse? If he survived and he actually did find him again, why would he leave earth? Is he a guardian too?
And why shouldn’t you stare at a reefborns eyes?
The more of these I find the more I wonder if these letters were left for Cayde instead of written by him. After all, his login is AceofHearts..
“ If it’s okay, I’d like to meet at the park… San Myshuno meadows?”
“ Yeah… sure no problem we’ll be there.. I pick her up from daycare at 3.. so we can meet just after that if you like?”
“ Sounds good.”
Neither of them could look the other in the eye. fearing that looking at each other would betray their emotions. Teddy was still angry, but he wanted to meet his daughter.. and Kaia just wanted him to forgive her but she knew that it didn’t work that way…
Previous installment:The First Step(Misunderstanding over Claire’s application+ baby news)
Jamie came awake and jumped out of bed in one single second, stumbling toward the sound of her voice in the kitchen. Stumbling; not running. He knew from her tone that there was no danger to hand: a ‘goddamnit’ of frustration only. Nonetheless, it was the middle of the night, and Claire—unpredictable and mad as she was, on the whole—didn’t usually take to screaming at random.
She was standing over the stove, her hands in fists at her sides and her robe slipping off her shaking shoulders.
“Claire, love?” He put a hand on the small of her back. “Have ye burned yourself?”
“NO, the—blasted stove is broken—" She was agitated and angry and looked as though she were going to lay a kick to the offending appliance. “I just wanted to scramble eggs but they’re not—not—cooking!”
“No? What’s wrong, d'ye think?” he asked, glancing at the pan, which sure enough, held only wet, raw eggs.
“The damned—stove is broken—” she repeated, teeth gritted in frustration as she gestured wildly at the item in question. “I just don’t understand, it was working fine at dinner—but
She gulped air. Then, she burst into tears.
“Och, hey, shhhh it’s no matter, lass,” he said, half-laughing as he pulled her to him and hugged her tight. “Hey, now, it’s alright—we’ll get a repairman out, if we must—”
She sobbed into his shoulder. “I’ve been trying for ten minutes and I don’t—I don’t—I just wanted EGGS —
“Dinna fash, mo nighean donn,” He choked back a laugh and only rubbed her back, swaying her as though they were dancing cheek-to-cheek, like the song said. “Here, let me make ye something that doesna require heati
” He went mute, gobbled for a moment, then pursed his lips hard together, his wame now convulsing madly from the effort not to burst out laughing .
“What?” she said sharply at his sudden silence. She pulled back enough to glare at him. “WHAT?”
Without a word, but with his lips quivering, he released one hand from her waist, reached over….and turned on the Stovetop.
You willna laugh, James Fraser.
BY HEAVEN, YE *WILL NOT* LAUGH ALOUD AT YOUR PREGNANT WIFE!
But thank GOD his pregnant wife cackled first.
She dropped her forehead against his shoulder, wrapped her arms around his neck, and positively SHOOK with laughter, bringing him right along with her . They slumped against each other, hooting like the wee fools they were.
“Oh Jesus H. CHRIST, what is WRONG with me??” she moaned as she stepped away from him a few minutes later, wiping away tears and still giggling.
“Dinna fash yourself,” he said, turning the Stove off again. “It’s common early in a woman’s carrying, no? To feel a bit daft from time to time?”
“Well, yes, so they say, but—”
“Jen told me once that when she was newly wi’ child (I think it was wi’ Wee Jamie, come to think ) she lost her favorite book of French folktales and was near-distraught. Then the next planting season, she was turning the soil of the kailyard and up came Contes des Fées along with the rotted cabbage roots.”
“Oh, Jenny,” Claire hooted, leaning back against the counter. “Well, that does make me feel a bit less insane. It’s just so strange—I don’t remember anything of the sort with Faith or Brianna.”
“I should have thought that by my third pregnancy, I would have seen it all! Apparently not!”
He stepped into her arms and kissed her deeply. He didn’t want to voice the sad thoughts running through his mind. The still-raw grief from the loss of Faith. That at this phase of her last pregnancy, Claire had been close to starvation from months of war on the slow march toward Culloden. Much might have been missed, amid that bleak time; much had been missed, since.
But those sorrows were of another life, and had no place in the foolish glee of this night. He said only, “No child of ours would make things easy for us, would they?”
“No indeed.” She rubbed her abdomen and made a stern face at it. “Just don’t make Mummy jump off a cliff or anything permanent, alright, little one?”
Jamie grinned and added his hand, spanning them both. “Aye, young Fraser, be nice to your Mama, or you’ll have ME to answer to.” They both sighed then, with twin, happy, humming sounds.
Jamie did some quick calculation. “It’ll be August, aye?”
She smiled and nodded. “I think so—can’t say for sure precisely when we conceived, but yes, August approximately.” She suddenly groaned. “Oh, LORD, that means I’ll be carrying a 7-, 8-, and 9-month baby in SUMMER.”
“Well, never you fear, Sassenach: I’ll be here with all the lemonade and cool cloths ye might desire.”
“Well, that sounds much better than last time. God, this time next year, we’ll have him or her with us. Can you imagine?” She beamed.
As did he, imagining. A new bairn. A wee brother or sister for Brianna. Getting to see Claire carry a child in peace and under the care of doctors. Getting to hold his child from the moment they would be born….
He kissed her temple. “Go sit yourself down, mo ghraidh, while I make ye some eggs.”
“Oh, no, I can do it!” She turned toward the Stovetop, catching up the Spatula. “Now that I know it’s just a matter of turning ON the bloody —”
He turned her firmly away and settled her into the chair. “I insist.”
“You really don’t have to wait on me hand and foot, Jamie—I’m perfectly capable, and for all my teasing, I don’t expect royal treatment.”
“Aye, I ken that. But it’s my joy to take care of ye, Sassenach. Always, but—particularly now that you’re carrying our child.” He took the Spatula from her hand in a manner that brokered no argument.
She sighed and then grinned up at him. “Well in that case, I’d feel much better cared for if you’d put cheese on the top.”
“Your wish is my command, your majesty.” He opened the Frigidaire, peering. “Sorry, I dinna think we have any.”
“No, no, I know we do,”
she said, furrowing her eyebrows and glancing confidently around the kitchen. “Just had it in my hand a few min—ohforfuck’ssake—”
She walked with dignity to the counter, and oh-so-casually picked up the block of cheese.
Do you have any thing about mythological creatures
Late reply again- YAY (For Mythological animals go to the bottom of list)
Mythos and normal people highschool/college/university.
-I got sent to a ‘mythological only high school’ I’m normal- Help.
-Naga person A who spends their lunches looking out the window watching the rain in the library as it’s really warm.
-Person A is a bullied werewolf/hellhound, they often get dog toys and dog treats thrown at them, having left the classroom to go to the toilet they come back to find their bag filled with dog treats Person B death glaring their bullies.
-These normal high schools don’t have safe spaces where they can transform without fear of being noticed and judged.
-Most mythological people develop their more fantasy side at around 14-18 years of age. Person B just came out as an incubus- which is fine if it wasn’t in school- In the middle of an exam.
-A day devoted to mythos acceptence where mythological people and creatures show off their true side for example Kitsune show off their ears and tail and Selkies where their skin.
-”They say the reason people are bigoted is because of their ignorance” Character A lives by this and devotes their time to correcting rumours and myths about their mythos friends.
-Fae folk being those ‘pretty, popular girls who are low key mean’ stereotype.
-”As a centaur I’ve forever experienced the issue of never fitting through a door to a classroom let alone fitting in, so this doorway and room is a true blessing.”
-Kelpie are the ‘Charming narcissist/histrionic’ stereotype.
-Mythos people bullying the normal people as they aren’t fancy at all and are just meh.
-’Accidently burning the shed down at a house party’ person A says to the person sat next to them, also sat waiting to be sent to a cell.
-Sporting team sorted by ability or whether your mythos or not.
-Yesss this is definately my pet fox. *fox nods* God fucking dammnit- stop doing human things i’m trying to impress them!
-Pet dragons, Dragon liscences.
-”What’s this bird?” *points at scraggly grey feathered vulturey type thing.* “A pheonix.”
-Miniture mers who have been cursed and need help getting back but being sold for high prices as ‘fish’.
-My dragon fried my homework.
-Sphinx which is trained to ask you questions about what your revising.
-”So many people don’t realise how hard it is too care for large dragon breeds its tragic.”