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turntechtimelord:
terminallyfapricious:
omfgerbear:
incensedhistoire:
turntechtimelord:
this right here is why i cannot stand when people make nepeta the stupid anime weeaboo. she’s insightful, and she’s standing up to a guy that could literally rip her apart. here’s a thought: “purrhaps” her silliness is a coping mechanism.
she’s in a cave all by herself for fuck’s sake, her best friend is uncomfortably controlling, and the love of her life is someone she knows only likes her insincerely. she watched 3 of her friends get hurt playing a game she couldn’t touch, and she had no psychic ability or assistance to understand what’s going on in sgrub like terezi, sollux, aradia, and kanaya.
she died trying to save the only person she ever had all the way on her side. terezi roleplayed with her, in her own words, F4C3T1OUSLY. karkat didn’t really like her, and I don’t recall anyone else really talking to her other than equius.
wow this was an unexpected rant.
this
I feel so bad for Nepeta. :((
she talks to tavros but only a little. they are implied friends though, since he is pretty comfortable when speaking at her.
but yeah, wow, this. also, things like this are why i can’t feel like i can get into her head enough to roleplay her.
aubrey i hope you see this, i’d like to know your input.
I did forget Tavros. They do get along well and they are very alike in situation and personality, but after they enter the medium they don’t have as much interaction, which makes me very sad.
ahhhhhhhhhh all of this
I hate her being portrayed as a stupid shallow weaboo
she is the best
http://metafurrikitty.tumblr.com/post/8630997738/turntechtimelord-this-right-here-is-why-i
THIS.
I get tired of seeing people write Nepeta off as an annoying weeaboo (especially considering nothing she’s ever done has seemed weeabooish to me? maybe its the roleplaying or the shipping, but not everyone who ships or roleplays is a weeaboo?) She’s one of the few trolls who was genuinely cheerful and positive all the time, which is a good quality to have around considering all of the problems and shit the trolls had to go through during SGRUB and post-SGRUB, not to mention that she tried to get along with most everyone and cared about them. And then there’s the fact that she was Equius’s best friend, which is especially good considering how pretty much everyone didn’t like him, and… well, you saw where loneliness got Eridan.
i’m going to stop myself before i rant even more, but, despite hardly ever showing up, i think nepeta is cool and i’m glad to have her as my patron troll???
wow i never talk on here, do i?
http://lordmeowrail.tumblr.com/post/8633690418/terminallyfapricious-omfgerbear
terminallyfapricious:
RIGHT. EVERYBODY STEP BACK. ITS TIME FOR MEOWRAIL’S IN PUT. Copied and pasted from Skype were I wrote it originally.
On the topic of what you posted, I agree with some of it.
Nepeta is alone.
She has her moirail which she cares about with all her heart, and he returns the feelings
However, he is controlling because he worries about her.
He is strong so he knows he can protect her, but when he isn’t around, he gets nervous
If she got hurt, he would blame himself and would never, ever, ever forgive himself. Even if she was only injured just a little, it would shatter him. After all, who else in all of Alternia could care about him? So she is controlled to that extent
However, she has come to find herself used to it.
Its Equius, and she knows he cares about her.
After all, its not a strained moirailliegance like Eri and Fef.
They clearly care about eachother and trust eachother and Nepeta would do anything for him. As she said, who else would be there to control him? Everybody has a job to do~*~*~
So she has come to understand how things go in their relationship, even though it makes her a little frustrated.
After all, she isn’t weak. She isn’t some tiny, fragile porceline dall. She kills animals with her bare hands!
GIANT animals.
But that isn’t the point. I’M GETTING OFF TRACK.
She does live alone in a cave.
That does a number on her
Which is why I think she roleplays with others.
She pretends to do things she normally does irl: hunt, pounce, play.
So why does she RP it when she could actually do it?
Because she has no one to do it with.
She is insufferably lonely, even with Pounce. Equius lives far away and she wants to be closer to him and her other friends, so she plays pretend with them just to bring them closer.
Even if it isn’t real, its nice for a change.
She loves Karkat because of his personality. Its bold, brave, loud, physical and her attraction seems almost irrational.
However, she loves that he is so outgoing and bold. While she can be a fierce huntress, when it comes to people, she usually starts a conversation with a roleplay to test the waters out.
It isn’t her that is saying it after all, its just the silly kitty, ac~
Karkat, though, can barrel right into a conversation, head on, and say what’s on his mind.
She skirts around the subjects and usually confides in Equius before she even thinks about doing something.
Its hard for her to handle and she even admitted that she would be way too shy to ever tell Karkat her feelings.
While she is lacking in psychic ability, that is something she doesn’t care about.
In all honesty, I can see her never being interested. After all, she is extremely strong.
And she has to be, not only to keep up with her moirail, but to feed herself and Pounce.
So her physical strength is enough, and perhaps someone could think of her judgement on romance to be some sort of ~special power~
After all, its noted to be a weird habit(AND REALLY, IT IS, EVEN BY HUMAN STANDARDS) but the idea of tracking romance is a little odd for trolls who seem more aggressive by nature.
She has no interest in blackrom as well, it seems, which is odd for the troll species. They are supposed to be fiery, nasty creatures as noted before, but she spends her time smiling, playing and shipping redrom instead. She has no interest in hating others, finding it hard to want to hate people.
This is because of her distance from others.
She fears that if she hates someone, it will push them away, even with the idea of blackrom.
She doesn’t want to lose someone just because of a quadrant, and she barely sees any other trolls as it is.
Blackrom, to her, is only something of nessecity and not something she could ever see in her life in any practical manner. ( Of course she does show some blackrom ships towards the end in seek the highb100d, but it is simply only a record of what she is seeing. )
She was very unhappy when her friends got hurt
She couldn’t do anything and that made her feel even more deattached from the world. She was kept away for good reason, she knew this, even though she felt as if she was more than capable of defending herself and others
But Equius knew best and she knew he only was looking out for her best interest, as angry as it made her. Sort of like a teenager being told they can’t go out after a certain time. They want to do it and they think it’ll be fun, but their parents are only looking out for them, even if the kid thinks they hate them. In time, they come to realize the intentions and its only out of love.
But the inability to help made her feel weak, even with her strength.
She retreated more into roleplaying, in hopes that she could feel more empowered and closer to the people, as weird as that sounds. Roleplaying put herself out more towards the people, acting and playing as if she was really there. She couldn’t do anything, but it made her feel like if she pretended hard enough, she could help. Sort of like if someone is sad and you go -hugs-.
The lack of understanding with sgrub was something that she couldn’t help. She was distant in playing and spent most of her time chasing after Equius and having fun with her tea and trying to roleplay with Jade/talk with Pouncesprite.
…and Jasper
…JASPERSPRITE HELP I CAN’T TYPE
So her lack of attention to what really was going on was her own undoing, as she was too busy making new friends and reveling in being close to people she had never been able to see or never got to see enough.
The closeness brought an unparalleled excitement to her, and getting to spend so much time with Equius took all her attention away.
She knew the game was important, but she wasn’t alone in a cave anymore and she could see her moirail.
This was different from the other trolls since she actually had a stable quadrant with him. He was her moirail and they were solid, comfortable with eachother and faithful friends
Not being able to see eachother put a strain on them and it made them both very, very uncomfortable.
So her lack of involvement in the game-game was because of her interest in spending time with friends/making knew friends.
The unfortunate side of it is
She did end up dying a humiliating and sad death.
She was beaten to death slowly, and had to see her moirail die.
She does have a naturally cheerful attitude. Its not a defense mechanism or a coping mechanism.
A cheerful, silly attitude would be obvious for a troll who is so interested in redrom, and a troll who spends time with her lusus, looking for the fountain of cute.
She draws on the walls and has tea parties. She is giggly, fun and delightful to be around, which is why she works so well with Equius.
Terezi did say she roleplayed with her facetiously
But you have to also remember that she was more than happy to play with her in the memos in front of everyone
and in one of the flashes you could put on the dragoncape and go find Nepeta, roleplay a little, and Nepeta cared enough about Terezi to let her borrow her tablet. (I remember Terezi mentioning to Dave she could borrow a tablet from one of her friends, making a note that she didn’t think of Nepeta all that mockingly.)
She trusted and loved all her friends.
And Karkat? While he does seem like a douche bag to her, you have to remember how hard he chastised Eridan for not even using her name while courting her
She’s an actual person with a name you douche bag, or something to that extent.
While her feelings are VERY unrequited, it does not mean he hates her. He is probably much like an aloof, agitated friend who just feels extremely awkward around her because of her feelings.
He worries that if he is too friendly, he’ll lead her on and hurt her feelings. And that would not be okay, as she is so sensitive about quadrants. And dammit, Karkat knows that girls with broken hearts aren’t okay! HE HAS SEEN ENOUGH ROMCOMS.
He doesn’t hate her. He is just worried he’ll give her false hope.
…so um. there.
…wow, that is a lot of typing holy shit.
I would like to note that I think Nepeta in a way was still the character with the most tragic death. There is nothing worse than dying with regret on your mind. She never was able to tell Karkat how she felt, and the only thing she could think of was how she failed to avenge Equius, failed to protect her friends, and never got to tell Karkat how red she was for him.
…YEP.
http://www.mspaintadventures.com/scratch.php?s=6&p=005954
Few ever knew the Sufferer's given name, presuming quite reasonably he had none, and he came to be called Signless. Unlike his peers distributed elsewhere in history, he was not given a sign at a young age. Alas, there were no signs reserved for one of his mutant blood. His genetic deviation from the social order made him a pariah, forcing him to wander the world alone for many sweeps, concealing the color of his blood to avoid certain execution.
But it may also have been due to his mutation that he began to have the visions. Spontaneous, lucid imagery of his world in peace, before its fall. He would never see the complete picture, or fully understand his previous incarnation's role in prompting this fall, or know of my hand in it. But the visions showed him all he needed to see. They held the promise of his people's true potential, beneath the ages of conditioned cruelty. They held the spark of revolution.
In time, the visions gave purpose to his travels. He would preach heretical ideas no one else had dared to entertain, let alone risk discussing. He espoused the virtues of forgiveness, compassion, and equality among all bloodlines. He distributed his message intelligently, careful to preach only to those receptive, never attracting unwelcome attention. But his growing movement could go unnoticed by the authorities for only so long.
The highbloods were livid over the unprecedented heresy, and soon, a massive sectarian war followed, spreading across the planet and throughout the galaxy. The conflict was lopsided of course, with the Highbloods given full support from the Condesce and her sea dwellers. Inevitably, the Signless would be captured, and when he was, it was not a matter of whether he would be put to the irons, but how hot they would be if he failed to recant.
http://www.mspaintadventures.com/scratch.php?s=6&p=005955
During his penance, it was said the Sufferer's compassion for his people underwent a divine transformation, into limitless, burning rage. It burned hotter than the irons shackling him to the imperial flogging jut, and redder than the blood soaking his Righteous Leggings. When he was finally killed, his anger rung through the cosmos with his last breath. This Vast Expletive was his final sermon, and somewhere encoded in its wavelengths was the truth in his teachings, waiting to reveal itself to any who would inherit his burden.
http://www.mspaintadventures.com/scratch.php?s=6&p=005956
His teachings would also persist through surviving disciples, but in hushed tones. His following would dwindle to an obscure cult facing persecution for centuries. After his execution, the body was burned leaving only his irons. They cooled in the ash, as if his anger itself was subsiding, and his followers appropriated their shapes in defiance of the Highbloods. The symbols became the sign of the Signless, always shown as colorless as the cold iron, to conceal the stigma of his hue. This was as much a reminder to his followers to remain hidden as it was of the Sufferer's sacrifice, and his rage hidden like heat in the iron, one day to be reignited by another of his bloodline.
The Sufferer preached that after he passed, another Signless would come, heralding the end times for their planet. The Second Signless would continue his work, and lead his people to glory beyond this realm. The followers kept his teachings alive for ages, even as the uproar surrounding the movement subsided. By modern times, the Sufferer's scripture was little more than ancient superstition all but forgotten. Hardly the anathema of old. But the followers had already made their preparations in the shadows, and when the Second Signless finally came he would have a lusus to raise him and a sign to his name.
http://www.mspaintadventures.com/scratch.php?s=6&p=005957
The Sufferer required a less conventional upbringing to reach maturity. As a young grub, he landed in the brooding caverns where he would be expected to face his trials. But due to his mutation, surely no lusus would select him. No creature sympathetic to his scent had been bred yet. His odds for survival would have been remote, if not for a chance encounter.
The Dolorosa belonged to the rare class assigned strictly to serving the mother grub in the caverns, forbidden from visiting the surface. While on an errand, she found the young Sufferer in his crater and immediately recognized the child as special, as well as in great danger. For an adult troll to raise a child was unthinkable, but she saw no other hope for him. The Dolorosa abandoned her duties in the caverns, and fled to the surface to raise him.
In time, she would become the first follower of his teachings, and the first of his inner circle. But not his closest.
http://www.mspaintadventures.com/scratch.php?s=6&p=005958
Surrounding him on his rise to infamy and throughout the rebellion were the most trusted elites among his devoted. The iioniic was a mage of unequaled telekinetic ability, who upon hearing the words of the Sufferer was inspired to free himself from the sort of slavery typical of his mentally gifted class.
But his most devoted of all was his Disciple. She listened to every vision he retold, every lesson he preached, and faithfully recorded his scripture. Her ear was open to him always, and in time, his heart opened to her. To spread his message throughout the world they took to the seas in the vessel of legend known as the First Ship. It was said their love went beyond the four quadrants, transcending the grid entirely. Whatever that nonsense actually means.(<3 <3 <3 <3 <3!!!!!!)
http://www.mspaintadventures.com/scratch.php?s=6&p=005959
The Disciple was to be killed along with him. But at the last moment, the E%ecutor inexplicably took pity on her, and allowed her to escape. She absconded with the Leggings, which remained the only physical evidence of his holy suffering. She hid in caves for many sweeps, transcribing all of his scripture from memory on the walls in the blood of slain creatures, and lived the rest of her days in monastic savagery. Her dedication would be critical to the persistence of his message.
But the Dolorosa was less fortunate, and was sold into slavery. She spent the rest of her life as property of vicious sea dwellers. As for the Psiiioniic, he was enlisted in a far worse, if more prestigious service.
http://gogoorinoco.tumblr.com/post/8884717321
aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh update feelings
how cool is the Dolorosa
never been on the surface before? never raised a wriggler by herself before? no inherent maternal knowledge? not an issue
I want all the fics of how difficult it is for the first few months, about how she struggles with the sun and the wild animals and the harsh climate and tries to find a hive or just some shelter or anything and it’s so hard and she just doesn’t give up because she wants to believe in something bigger than herself and the Sufferer could represent that, he could be that visionary and now it’s her job to ensure it so she can’t ever give up or relent just a little bit
aaaaaaaahhhh!!
solluxcestor looks so awkard though
http://nipplepatrol.tumblr.com/post/8882925546/oh-my-god-hussie
all these ancestors
and
Dolorosa raising the Sufferer
and Disciple and Sufferer LOVING rather than PITYING SOBSOBSOB (<3<3<3<3)
http://lordmeowrail.tumblr.com/post/8881860748/omg-my-heart-i-just-cant
omg my heart i just cant
i spent a good minute screaming and squealing.
Guys i just.
Suck my shipper dick, y’all. As much as I want Catfish and as much as its my OTP…
FUCK Y’ALL, SUFFERER/DISCIPLE IS THE CUTEST. And oh my god I’m literally crying.
Also she stole his pants. oh my god I can’t stop laughing now. NEPCESTOR TOOK HIS PANTS. <3
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http://iomoth.tumblr.com/post/8893150711
Momrail Dolorosa: Part 1/?
Everyone has an important job to do.
She had abandoned hers.
She had been chosen at her conception to be one of the rare, important few who ensured the survival and continuation of her people. So crucial were she and her like that they were cloistered underground, protected from the dangers of the surface world and the violence and passions of other trolls. Once, and only once, she had seen the sky-a fading gilt tapestry-when she had escaped her lusus’s watchful eyes when she was small. She should have been asleep then, just as she should have been asleep the second time. She couldn’t always sleep during the day; it seemed that something was calling her, the siren song of a deadly land, and she imagined sometimes that there was someone out there, too, waiting for her. Perhaps sinister, perhaps pitiful, but always beautiful in her mind’s eye. Not that she ever truly thought of leaving-she had an important job to do. Her insomnia just meant she could do more for the mother grub at odd hours.
But then, one late, late dawn when she was nine sweeps of age, the sky fell. Perhaps she had underestimated her own destiny.
There was a loud, crackling rumble, like nothing she had ever heard before, and while her caste-mates had already gone to sopor, she went running to check on the mother grub, who was dozing peacefully-alarm was not her job. One of the elder jadebloods appeared soon after, hand on the hilt of his blade, ready to protect the mother grub from unknown threats. Seeing that others were slow to rouse, he ordered the younger jadeblood to investigate the loud event and report back to him. It seemed to have come from one of the supply tunnels, which twisted for miles underground before surfacing at a destination she could barely have guessed at.
She wound her way into the tunnel and found sky and rubble. Above, stately pink clouds had smothered all points of light. Her breath caught and she marveled at a world that seemed like it should blind her. The trance was broken when a clump of dirt and rock clattered down next to her. She began climbing over the rubble to see more, and perhaps discern what had caused this. There was something small and vibrant red, like the blood of beasts. Perhaps something dead and well-mangled. When she came closer, it moved-and chirruped.
She picked the small grub up gently and examined it as it chirped and rubbed its face against her thumb. She found nothing but questions: How had a grub wandered so far from the hatching caverns without anyone noticing? What blood color was this grub supposed to have? Was this what maroon grubs looked like in daylight? As she carried it back into comforting shadows, she was sure that didn’t explain it. Not only was this grub a runt, so small it would never have made it out of the caverns, it was also a mutant, something that simply didn’t exist. It chirped and trilled at her, dissolving her thoughts. Its stubby legs scrabbled against her skin in a delighted wiggle. It was the most pitiful thing she had ever seen.
http://mooncactus.tumblr.com/post/8883613149/wecansexy-kayotics-whaoanon-what-what
What?
what.
no.
huh??
These aren’t carapace….
these arent carapace
this is okay with me because ANCESTORS
my god i never knew i needed this pairing in my life
it’s beautiful
^^^^^ This.
Nepeta/Karkat? oh, that’s cute, but I’m not really sure if I ship it…
Nepetacestor/Karkatcestor? GIMME GIMME GIMME GIMME OGJ0SOJKG0SIKHED
Reblogged 1 day ago from wecansexy (originally from whaoanon)
http://tychosexual.tumblr.com/post/8899438976/man-i-cant-even-look-at-the-homestuck-tag-its
man I can’t even look at the homestuck tag. it’s just AMAZING ART AMAZING ART
whhhh I hate SUFFERER/DISCIPLE
amazing art amazing art amazing art
WEHHHHH SHIPPING HATE
amazing art
:/
….you know Karkat and Nepeta aren’t Sufferer and Disciple right……..and you can still ship whatever it is you ship without being bound to the canon of two tangently related characters…. Sufferer/Disciple is not in the way of your ship unless you like… ship Sufferer with someone else
in which case fanon is fine so who cares? canon isn’t everything
just because they were canon doesn’t mean their descendants are…
I just don’t like Disciple hate
I love her godfuckingdammit
http://anti-logic.tumblr.com/post/8923713692/ancestors
dogfishing:
anti-logic:
I really really liked the update, okay
My headcanon is that the Disciple’s relationship with the Sufferer was not actually a perfect romance where they were healthy for each other in every way. She was devoted to writing down everything that came out of his mouth, and I might be totally making things up about the Sufferer’s character but I feel like that wouldn’t have been the best thing for either of them? He’s obviously meant as a figure of compassion but to be so literally worshiped could kind of go to someone’s head, make them feel invincible when they’re really not. But they loved each other a hell of a lot and transcended quadrants and all that and it was still awesome.
Also I’ll bet a lot of the trolls who knew about the Sufferer’s unusual upbringing would try and place his relationship with the Dolorosa in the realm of moirallegience, because it’s a relationship they can understand. They might not be far off, in a sense, but the dynamic would still be very different.
I am intrigued and would like to subscribe to your newsletter.
MOSTLY I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHAT THE DISCIPLE WAS ACTUALLY LIKE. LIKE, A WHOLE LOT. ;_;
OH MAN ME TOO
I love her design, and she has the potential to be an incredibly awesome character, which is why I’d like to see
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urbananchorite:
dogfishing:
[image: comic about Equius set to Regina Spektor’s “Blue Lips” that I do not have the energy to caption properly but suffice it to say: ;______;
he stumbled into faith and thought, “God, this is all there is?”]
look
no one loves Equius Zahhak. It is uncool to love Equius Zahhak, and also possibly “unfeminist,” because he is a creep. (He is a creep! And a skeevy douche.)
but I love Equius Zahhak
with every fiber
of my being
I love him and his self-flagellating and the awful stupid double-edged privilege that consumes him and the fact that he is never half as controlled as he wants to be
(equius honey put down that hemospectrum right now)
and I just want to give him an enormous hug so badly
;___________;
Ink, it is okay. Jenn and I also have many a feel about Equius Zahhak. I am desperately in love with mixed-up asshole adolescents born and wallowing in privilege, who are incredibly stoic and serious and wouldn’t know a joke if it came wandering up to them and pounced them with a mighty pounce.
He loved Nepeta Leijon, and I think that was incredibly redemptive; I wish he’d been able to apologise to Aradia Megido, but in the end he was dead and she wasn’t and she was probably denied closure forever - but I think he had every chance of becoming as good a man as he was crappy a teenager. And I don’t think wanting a kid who made awful decisions to become an amazing adult is unfeminist; wanting to know how loving Nepeta would have helped shape him, and maybe loving Aradia.
suffice to say I also associate Blue Lips with Karkat due to Shelby but that comic gave me weeps for sweeps
This is a good comic and this commentary gives me feelingsher outside of her relationship with him as well
http://think-pan.tumblr.com/post/8931606520/the-disciple-became-a-sort-of-princess-mononoke
The Disciple became a sort of ‘Princess Mononoke’ figure when she went to live in seclusion. She set out to smite anyone who trash talked the Sufferer’s ideals, and she vowed to assassinate the Grand Highblood, who (could have) played a large role in the execution of the Sufferer. YAY for movie inspired headcanons O:
turntechtimelord:
terminallyfapricious:
omfgerbear:
incensedhistoire:
turntechtimelord:
this right here is why i cannot stand when people make nepeta the stupid anime weeaboo. she’s insightful, and she’s standing up to a guy that could literally rip her apart. here’s a thought: “purrhaps” her silliness is a coping mechanism.
she’s in a cave all by herself for fuck’s sake, her best friend is uncomfortably controlling, and the love of her life is someone she knows only likes her insincerely. she watched 3 of her friends get hurt playing a game she couldn’t touch, and she had no psychic ability or assistance to understand what’s going on in sgrub like terezi, sollux, aradia, and kanaya.
she died trying to save the only person she ever had all the way on her side. terezi roleplayed with her, in her own words, F4C3T1OUSLY. karkat didn’t really like her, and I don’t recall anyone else really talking to her other than equius.
wow this was an unexpected rant.
this
I feel so bad for Nepeta. :((
she talks to tavros but only a little. they are implied friends though, since he is pretty comfortable when speaking at her.
but yeah, wow, this. also, things like this are why i can’t feel like i can get into her head enough to roleplay her.
aubrey i hope you see this, i’d like to know your input.
I did forget Tavros. They do get along well and they are very alike in situation and personality, but after they enter the medium they don’t have as much interaction, which makes me very sad.
ahhhhhhhhhh all of this
I hate her being portrayed as a stupid shallow weaboo
she is the best
http://metafurrikitty.tumblr.com/post/8630997738/turntechtimelord-this-right-here-is-why-i
THIS.
I get tired of seeing people write Nepeta off as an annoying weeaboo (especially considering nothing she’s ever done has seemed weeabooish to me? maybe its the roleplaying or the shipping, but not everyone who ships or roleplays is a weeaboo?) She’s one of the few trolls who was genuinely cheerful and positive all the time, which is a good quality to have around considering all of the problems and shit the trolls had to go through during SGRUB and post-SGRUB, not to mention that she tried to get along with most everyone and cared about them. And then there’s the fact that she was Equius’s best friend, which is especially good considering how pretty much everyone didn’t like him, and… well, you saw where loneliness got Eridan.
i’m going to stop myself before i rant even more, but, despite hardly ever showing up, i think nepeta is cool and i’m glad to have her as my patron troll???
wow i never talk on here, do i?
http://lordmeowrail.tumblr.com/post/8633690418/terminallyfapricious-omfgerbear
terminallyfapricious:
RIGHT. EVERYBODY STEP BACK. ITS TIME FOR MEOWRAIL’S IN PUT. Copied and pasted from Skype were I wrote it originally.
On the topic of what you posted, I agree with some of it.
Nepeta is alone.
She has her moirail which she cares about with all her heart, and he returns the feelings
However, he is controlling because he worries about her.
He is strong so he knows he can protect her, but when he isn’t around, he gets nervous
If she got hurt, he would blame himself and would never, ever, ever forgive himself. Even if she was only injured just a little, it would shatter him. After all, who else in all of Alternia could care about him? So she is controlled to that extent
However, she has come to find herself used to it.
Its Equius, and she knows he cares about her.
After all, its not a strained moirailliegance like Eri and Fef.
They clearly care about eachother and trust eachother and Nepeta would do anything for him. As she said, who else would be there to control him? Everybody has a job to do~*~*~
So she has come to understand how things go in their relationship, even though it makes her a little frustrated.
After all, she isn’t weak. She isn’t some tiny, fragile porceline dall. She kills animals with her bare hands!
GIANT animals.
But that isn’t the point. I’M GETTING OFF TRACK.
She does live alone in a cave.
That does a number on her
Which is why I think she roleplays with others.
She pretends to do things she normally does irl: hunt, pounce, play.
So why does she RP it when she could actually do it?
Because she has no one to do it with.
She is insufferably lonely, even with Pounce. Equius lives far away and she wants to be closer to him and her other friends, so she plays pretend with them just to bring them closer.
Even if it isn’t real, its nice for a change.
She loves Karkat because of his personality. Its bold, brave, loud, physical and her attraction seems almost irrational.
However, she loves that he is so outgoing and bold. While she can be a fierce huntress, when it comes to people, she usually starts a conversation with a roleplay to test the waters out.
It isn’t her that is saying it after all, its just the silly kitty, ac~
Karkat, though, can barrel right into a conversation, head on, and say what’s on his mind.
She skirts around the subjects and usually confides in Equius before she even thinks about doing something.
Its hard for her to handle and she even admitted that she would be way too shy to ever tell Karkat her feelings.
While she is lacking in psychic ability, that is something she doesn’t care about.
In all honesty, I can see her never being interested. After all, she is extremely strong.
And she has to be, not only to keep up with her moirail, but to feed herself and Pounce.
So her physical strength is enough, and perhaps someone could think of her judgement on romance to be some sort of ~special power~
After all, its noted to be a weird habit(AND REALLY, IT IS, EVEN BY HUMAN STANDARDS) but the idea of tracking romance is a little odd for trolls who seem more aggressive by nature.
She has no interest in blackrom as well, it seems, which is odd for the troll species. They are supposed to be fiery, nasty creatures as noted before, but she spends her time smiling, playing and shipping redrom instead. She has no interest in hating others, finding it hard to want to hate people.
This is because of her distance from others.
She fears that if she hates someone, it will push them away, even with the idea of blackrom.
She doesn’t want to lose someone just because of a quadrant, and she barely sees any other trolls as it is.
Blackrom, to her, is only something of nessecity and not something she could ever see in her life in any practical manner. ( Of course she does show some blackrom ships towards the end in seek the highb100d, but it is simply only a record of what she is seeing. )
She was very unhappy when her friends got hurt
She couldn’t do anything and that made her feel even more deattached from the world. She was kept away for good reason, she knew this, even though she felt as if she was more than capable of defending herself and others
But Equius knew best and she knew he only was looking out for her best interest, as angry as it made her. Sort of like a teenager being told they can’t go out after a certain time. They want to do it and they think it’ll be fun, but their parents are only looking out for them, even if the kid thinks they hate them. In time, they come to realize the intentions and its only out of love.
But the inability to help made her feel weak, even with her strength.
She retreated more into roleplaying, in hopes that she could feel more empowered and closer to the people, as weird as that sounds. Roleplaying put herself out more towards the people, acting and playing as if she was really there. She couldn’t do anything, but it made her feel like if she pretended hard enough, she could help. Sort of like if someone is sad and you go -hugs-.
The lack of understanding with sgrub was something that she couldn’t help. She was distant in playing and spent most of her time chasing after Equius and having fun with her tea and trying to roleplay with Jade/talk with Pouncesprite.
…and Jasper
…JASPERSPRITE HELP I CAN’T TYPE
So her lack of attention to what really was going on was her own undoing, as she was too busy making new friends and reveling in being close to people she had never been able to see or never got to see enough.
The closeness brought an unparalleled excitement to her, and getting to spend so much time with Equius took all her attention away.
She knew the game was important, but she wasn’t alone in a cave anymore and she could see her moirail.
This was different from the other trolls since she actually had a stable quadrant with him. He was her moirail and they were solid, comfortable with eachother and faithful friends
Not being able to see eachother put a strain on them and it made them both very, very uncomfortable.
So her lack of involvement in the game-game was because of her interest in spending time with friends/making knew friends.
The unfortunate side of it is
She did end up dying a humiliating and sad death.
She was beaten to death slowly, and had to see her moirail die.
She does have a naturally cheerful attitude. Its not a defense mechanism or a coping mechanism.
A cheerful, silly attitude would be obvious for a troll who is so interested in redrom, and a troll who spends time with her lusus, looking for the fountain of cute.
She draws on the walls and has tea parties. She is giggly, fun and delightful to be around, which is why she works so well with Equius.
Terezi did say she roleplayed with her facetiously
But you have to also remember that she was more than happy to play with her in the memos in front of everyone
and in one of the flashes you could put on the dragoncape and go find Nepeta, roleplay a little, and Nepeta cared enough about Terezi to let her borrow her tablet. (I remember Terezi mentioning to Dave she could borrow a tablet from one of her friends, making a note that she didn’t think of Nepeta all that mockingly.)
She trusted and loved all her friends.
And Karkat? While he does seem like a douche bag to her, you have to remember how hard he chastised Eridan for not even using her name while courting her
She’s an actual person with a name you douche bag, or something to that extent.
While her feelings are VERY unrequited, it does not mean he hates her. He is probably much like an aloof, agitated friend who just feels extremely awkward around her because of her feelings.
He worries that if he is too friendly, he’ll lead her on and hurt her feelings. And that would not be okay, as she is so sensitive about quadrants. And dammit, Karkat knows that girls with broken hearts aren’t okay! HE HAS SEEN ENOUGH ROMCOMS.
He doesn’t hate her. He is just worried he’ll give her false hope.
…so um. there.
…wow, that is a lot of typing holy shit.
I would like to note that I think Nepeta in a way was still the character with the most tragic death. There is nothing worse than dying with regret on your mind. She never was able to tell Karkat how she felt, and the only thing she could think of was how she failed to avenge Equius, failed to protect her friends, and never got to tell Karkat how red she was for him.
…YEP.
http://www.mspaintadventures.com/scratch.php?s=6&p=005954
Few ever knew the Sufferer's given name, presuming quite reasonably he had none, and he came to be called Signless. Unlike his peers distributed elsewhere in history, he was not given a sign at a young age. Alas, there were no signs reserved for one of his mutant blood. His genetic deviation from the social order made him a pariah, forcing him to wander the world alone for many sweeps, concealing the color of his blood to avoid certain execution.
But it may also have been due to his mutation that he began to have the visions. Spontaneous, lucid imagery of his world in peace, before its fall. He would never see the complete picture, or fully understand his previous incarnation's role in prompting this fall, or know of my hand in it. But the visions showed him all he needed to see. They held the promise of his people's true potential, beneath the ages of conditioned cruelty. They held the spark of revolution.
In time, the visions gave purpose to his travels. He would preach heretical ideas no one else had dared to entertain, let alone risk discussing. He espoused the virtues of forgiveness, compassion, and equality among all bloodlines. He distributed his message intelligently, careful to preach only to those receptive, never attracting unwelcome attention. But his growing movement could go unnoticed by the authorities for only so long.
The highbloods were livid over the unprecedented heresy, and soon, a massive sectarian war followed, spreading across the planet and throughout the galaxy. The conflict was lopsided of course, with the Highbloods given full support from the Condesce and her sea dwellers. Inevitably, the Signless would be captured, and when he was, it was not a matter of whether he would be put to the irons, but how hot they would be if he failed to recant.
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During his penance, it was said the Sufferer's compassion for his people underwent a divine transformation, into limitless, burning rage. It burned hotter than the irons shackling him to the imperial flogging jut, and redder than the blood soaking his Righteous Leggings. When he was finally killed, his anger rung through the cosmos with his last breath. This Vast Expletive was his final sermon, and somewhere encoded in its wavelengths was the truth in his teachings, waiting to reveal itself to any who would inherit his burden.
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His teachings would also persist through surviving disciples, but in hushed tones. His following would dwindle to an obscure cult facing persecution for centuries. After his execution, the body was burned leaving only his irons. They cooled in the ash, as if his anger itself was subsiding, and his followers appropriated their shapes in defiance of the Highbloods. The symbols became the sign of the Signless, always shown as colorless as the cold iron, to conceal the stigma of his hue. This was as much a reminder to his followers to remain hidden as it was of the Sufferer's sacrifice, and his rage hidden like heat in the iron, one day to be reignited by another of his bloodline.
The Sufferer preached that after he passed, another Signless would come, heralding the end times for their planet. The Second Signless would continue his work, and lead his people to glory beyond this realm. The followers kept his teachings alive for ages, even as the uproar surrounding the movement subsided. By modern times, the Sufferer's scripture was little more than ancient superstition all but forgotten. Hardly the anathema of old. But the followers had already made their preparations in the shadows, and when the Second Signless finally came he would have a lusus to raise him and a sign to his name.
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The Sufferer required a less conventional upbringing to reach maturity. As a young grub, he landed in the brooding caverns where he would be expected to face his trials. But due to his mutation, surely no lusus would select him. No creature sympathetic to his scent had been bred yet. His odds for survival would have been remote, if not for a chance encounter.
The Dolorosa belonged to the rare class assigned strictly to serving the mother grub in the caverns, forbidden from visiting the surface. While on an errand, she found the young Sufferer in his crater and immediately recognized the child as special, as well as in great danger. For an adult troll to raise a child was unthinkable, but she saw no other hope for him. The Dolorosa abandoned her duties in the caverns, and fled to the surface to raise him.
In time, she would become the first follower of his teachings, and the first of his inner circle. But not his closest.
http://www.mspaintadventures.com/scratch.php?s=6&p=005958
Surrounding him on his rise to infamy and throughout the rebellion were the most trusted elites among his devoted. The iioniic was a mage of unequaled telekinetic ability, who upon hearing the words of the Sufferer was inspired to free himself from the sort of slavery typical of his mentally gifted class.
But his most devoted of all was his Disciple. She listened to every vision he retold, every lesson he preached, and faithfully recorded his scripture. Her ear was open to him always, and in time, his heart opened to her. To spread his message throughout the world they took to the seas in the vessel of legend known as the First Ship. It was said their love went beyond the four quadrants, transcending the grid entirely. Whatever that nonsense actually means.(<3 <3 <3 <3 <3!!!!!!)
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The Disciple was to be killed along with him. But at the last moment, the E%ecutor inexplicably took pity on her, and allowed her to escape. She absconded with the Leggings, which remained the only physical evidence of his holy suffering. She hid in caves for many sweeps, transcribing all of his scripture from memory on the walls in the blood of slain creatures, and lived the rest of her days in monastic savagery. Her dedication would be critical to the persistence of his message.
But the Dolorosa was less fortunate, and was sold into slavery. She spent the rest of her life as property of vicious sea dwellers. As for the Psiiioniic, he was enlisted in a far worse, if more prestigious service.
http://gogoorinoco.tumblr.com/post/8884717321
aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh update feelings
how cool is the Dolorosa
never been on the surface before? never raised a wriggler by herself before? no inherent maternal knowledge? not an issue
I want all the fics of how difficult it is for the first few months, about how she struggles with the sun and the wild animals and the harsh climate and tries to find a hive or just some shelter or anything and it’s so hard and she just doesn’t give up because she wants to believe in something bigger than herself and the Sufferer could represent that, he could be that visionary and now it’s her job to ensure it so she can’t ever give up or relent just a little bit
aaaaaaaahhhh!!
solluxcestor looks so awkard though
http://nipplepatrol.tumblr.com/post/8882925546/oh-my-god-hussie
all these ancestors
and
Dolorosa raising the Sufferer
and Disciple and Sufferer LOVING rather than PITYING SOBSOBSOB (<3<3<3<3)
http://lordmeowrail.tumblr.com/post/8881860748/omg-my-heart-i-just-cant
omg my heart i just cant
i spent a good minute screaming and squealing.
Guys i just.
Suck my shipper dick, y’all. As much as I want Catfish and as much as its my OTP…
FUCK Y’ALL, SUFFERER/DISCIPLE IS THE CUTEST. And oh my god I’m literally crying.
Also she stole his pants. oh my god I can’t stop laughing now. NEPCESTOR TOOK HIS PANTS. <3
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*FUCKYEAHLOWBLOODANCESTORS!!!!!!!!
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http://iomoth.tumblr.com/post/8893150711
Momrail Dolorosa: Part 1/?
Everyone has an important job to do.
She had abandoned hers.
She had been chosen at her conception to be one of the rare, important few who ensured the survival and continuation of her people. So crucial were she and her like that they were cloistered underground, protected from the dangers of the surface world and the violence and passions of other trolls. Once, and only once, she had seen the sky-a fading gilt tapestry-when she had escaped her lusus’s watchful eyes when she was small. She should have been asleep then, just as she should have been asleep the second time. She couldn’t always sleep during the day; it seemed that something was calling her, the siren song of a deadly land, and she imagined sometimes that there was someone out there, too, waiting for her. Perhaps sinister, perhaps pitiful, but always beautiful in her mind’s eye. Not that she ever truly thought of leaving-she had an important job to do. Her insomnia just meant she could do more for the mother grub at odd hours.
But then, one late, late dawn when she was nine sweeps of age, the sky fell. Perhaps she had underestimated her own destiny.
There was a loud, crackling rumble, like nothing she had ever heard before, and while her caste-mates had already gone to sopor, she went running to check on the mother grub, who was dozing peacefully-alarm was not her job. One of the elder jadebloods appeared soon after, hand on the hilt of his blade, ready to protect the mother grub from unknown threats. Seeing that others were slow to rouse, he ordered the younger jadeblood to investigate the loud event and report back to him. It seemed to have come from one of the supply tunnels, which twisted for miles underground before surfacing at a destination she could barely have guessed at.
She wound her way into the tunnel and found sky and rubble. Above, stately pink clouds had smothered all points of light. Her breath caught and she marveled at a world that seemed like it should blind her. The trance was broken when a clump of dirt and rock clattered down next to her. She began climbing over the rubble to see more, and perhaps discern what had caused this. There was something small and vibrant red, like the blood of beasts. Perhaps something dead and well-mangled. When she came closer, it moved-and chirruped.
She picked the small grub up gently and examined it as it chirped and rubbed its face against her thumb. She found nothing but questions: How had a grub wandered so far from the hatching caverns without anyone noticing? What blood color was this grub supposed to have? Was this what maroon grubs looked like in daylight? As she carried it back into comforting shadows, she was sure that didn’t explain it. Not only was this grub a runt, so small it would never have made it out of the caverns, it was also a mutant, something that simply didn’t exist. It chirped and trilled at her, dissolving her thoughts. Its stubby legs scrabbled against her skin in a delighted wiggle. It was the most pitiful thing she had ever seen.
http://mooncactus.tumblr.com/post/8883613149/wecansexy-kayotics-whaoanon-what-what
What?
what.
no.
huh??
These aren’t carapace….
these arent carapace
this is okay with me because ANCESTORS
my god i never knew i needed this pairing in my life
it’s beautiful
^^^^^ This.
Nepeta/Karkat? oh, that’s cute, but I’m not really sure if I ship it…
Nepetacestor/Karkatcestor? GIMME GIMME GIMME GIMME OGJ0SOJKG0SIKHED
Reblogged 1 day ago from wecansexy (originally from whaoanon)
http://tychosexual.tumblr.com/post/8899438976/man-i-cant-even-look-at-the-homestuck-tag-its
man I can’t even look at the homestuck tag. it’s just AMAZING ART AMAZING ART
whhhh I hate SUFFERER/DISCIPLE
amazing art amazing art amazing art
WEHHHHH SHIPPING HATE
amazing art
:/
….you know Karkat and Nepeta aren’t Sufferer and Disciple right……..and you can still ship whatever it is you ship without being bound to the canon of two tangently related characters…. Sufferer/Disciple is not in the way of your ship unless you like… ship Sufferer with someone else
in which case fanon is fine so who cares? canon isn’t everything
just because they were canon doesn’t mean their descendants are…
I just don’t like Disciple hate
I love her godfuckingdammit
http://anti-logic.tumblr.com/post/8923713692/ancestors
dogfishing:
anti-logic:
I really really liked the update, okay
My headcanon is that the Disciple’s relationship with the Sufferer was not actually a perfect romance where they were healthy for each other in every way. She was devoted to writing down everything that came out of his mouth, and I might be totally making things up about the Sufferer’s character but I feel like that wouldn’t have been the best thing for either of them? He’s obviously meant as a figure of compassion but to be so literally worshiped could kind of go to someone’s head, make them feel invincible when they’re really not. But they loved each other a hell of a lot and transcended quadrants and all that and it was still awesome.
Also I’ll bet a lot of the trolls who knew about the Sufferer’s unusual upbringing would try and place his relationship with the Dolorosa in the realm of moirallegience, because it’s a relationship they can understand. They might not be far off, in a sense, but the dynamic would still be very different.
I am intrigued and would like to subscribe to your newsletter.
MOSTLY I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHAT THE DISCIPLE WAS ACTUALLY LIKE. LIKE, A WHOLE LOT. ;_;
OH MAN ME TOO
I love her design, and she has the potential to be an incredibly awesome character, which is why I’d like to see
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urbananchorite:
dogfishing:
[image: comic about Equius set to Regina Spektor’s “Blue Lips” that I do not have the energy to caption properly but suffice it to say: ;______;
he stumbled into faith and thought, “God, this is all there is?”]
look
no one loves Equius Zahhak. It is uncool to love Equius Zahhak, and also possibly “unfeminist,” because he is a creep. (He is a creep! And a skeevy douche.)
but I love Equius Zahhak
with every fiber
of my being
I love him and his self-flagellating and the awful stupid double-edged privilege that consumes him and the fact that he is never half as controlled as he wants to be
(equius honey put down that hemospectrum right now)
and I just want to give him an enormous hug so badly
;___________;
Ink, it is okay. Jenn and I also have many a feel about Equius Zahhak. I am desperately in love with mixed-up asshole adolescents born and wallowing in privilege, who are incredibly stoic and serious and wouldn’t know a joke if it came wandering up to them and pounced them with a mighty pounce.
He loved Nepeta Leijon, and I think that was incredibly redemptive; I wish he’d been able to apologise to Aradia Megido, but in the end he was dead and she wasn’t and she was probably denied closure forever - but I think he had every chance of becoming as good a man as he was crappy a teenager. And I don’t think wanting a kid who made awful decisions to become an amazing adult is unfeminist; wanting to know how loving Nepeta would have helped shape him, and maybe loving Aradia.
suffice to say I also associate Blue Lips with Karkat due to Shelby but that comic gave me weeps for sweeps
This is a good comic and this commentary gives me feelingsher outside of her relationship with him as well
http://think-pan.tumblr.com/post/8931606520/the-disciple-became-a-sort-of-princess-mononoke
The Disciple became a sort of ‘Princess Mononoke’ figure when she went to live in seclusion. She set out to smite anyone who trash talked the Sufferer’s ideals, and she vowed to assassinate the Grand Highblood, who (could have) played a large role in the execution of the Sufferer. YAY for movie inspired headcanons O: