read in 2017: how are you here?
read in 2016: you’re 14/15 years old
read in 2015: a mere fandom toddler
read in 2014: the gigapause generation
read in 2013: seasoned veteran
read in 2012: donated to the kickstarter, still twiddling thumbs
read in 2011: [remembers Cascade] I WAS THERE, GANDALF
read in 2010: on par with horrorterrors in age and wisdom
read in 2009: G O D T I E R
Not for taking Hussie’s money, but for WASTING HIS TIME. If they had told him immediately that they were going to run off with it, Hussie could have bounced back. But instead he had to pull away from his LIVE PERFORMANCE ACT for a solid YEAR to try to whip them into shape because they just threw him in a loop.
Hussie will never recover from that. The Gigapause asked more patience from his fans than could ever be expected for the type of story it was, and most of them left. He knows this game has a market a FRACTION of the size it was when he set out to make it, and it will never grow beyond that. So why is he still determined to finish it, without cutting corners? The same reason he asked us to send him our selfies: because the handful of us that are still here mean that much to him.
Imagine if the worst that ever happened to Hussie was that he lost $600k of game funding in the blink of an eye. Homestuck would have finished almost a year earlier. The fandom would still be almost as large as in its heyday, and would still remember the comic with fondness. Hiveswap’s production would be shortened by almost two years. We could be playing Act 2 by now. The game’s sales might even match what he had lost. What Pumpkin never would have been absorbed into We Love Fine. Book 2 of Paradox Space could have been completely posted online for free already, and a third issue might even be in the works. There would still be enough demand for the print volumes that they could feasibly see their completion. Hussie would have a thriving enterprise after a decade of work instead of something he has to keep sinking more into from his pocket just to hold together.
So fuck The Odd Gentleman, because they didn’t just cost Hussie $600k. They cost him EVERYTHING.
do i have any homestucks (besides the obvious) even still following me? anyways give me vrisnep headcanons?
that’s a terrible ship and I hate you for summoning the thought into my mind out of the ether.
anyway – au where nepeta waits for vriska to go out flarping and kills her lusus, getting somewhat injured in the process but recovering anyway because (naturally) cats have nine lives :33.
vriska goes berserk with rage and attempts to hunt nepeta down across the forests and caves of alternia to exact an even worse revenge, but nepeta knows the land and has superior vision in the dark, and by the time she actually catches up to nepeta she’s exhausted and hungry and miserable and has had a chance to think about some shit.
“you’re furee :33 have some roast [bizarre alternian animal]” says nepeta, courteously, and vriska makes her punch herself in the face a few times before she completely runs out of steam and can’t mind control shit, faceplanting and shrieking into the dirt for a few solid minutes.
nepeta pawses, licks her wounds, kicks vriska over onto her back and clubs her right in the mouth with [alternian rum ham equivalent], and waits until vriska grudgingly starts chewing on it, then sits on her legs.
“what the fuck is wrong with you?” vriska asks, somewhat rhetorically. “no8ody asked you to meddle in my fucking 8usiness. like, who died and made you the Empress, huh? what made your puny little 8rain think it was a good idea to cross me?” irritatingly, nepeta giggles. “shut the fuck up, I’m interrogating you! why did you do it?”
nepeta grins. she has very sharp teeth, and her eyes are like yellow lamps in the dim firelight. “the same reason everyone hunts, silly. the glory of the kill.”
vriska swallows. nepeta goes ^w^.
“… you know what?” vriska says, a hint of something that might be admiration in her voice. “you might 8e as crazy as I am.”
“fat chance,” nepeta sniffs. then she tilts her head. “what are you gonna do, now that you don’t have to feed her?”
vriska has been trying to find an answer to that question for the past six nights she’s been pursuing nepeta through the godforsaken wilderness. she still doesn’t have an answer.
“Kick your ass,” she says.
“you can try,” nepeta offers, charitably.
“8uild my own ship and explore the universe.”
“i don’t think mister mustard likes you enough to cart you around, though.”
“Destroy the Empire.”
“… what for?” nepeta asks, perking up a bit with interest.
vriska stops gnawing on the bone and tosses it into the fire, settling her hands behind her head. her eyes wander to the entrance of the cave, and the black sky littered with stars.
“… Same reason every8ody hunts,” she says, and grins.
… DANG. o_o
Sold, sold, SOLD
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It’s exchanges like this that got some fans to start regarding John and Rose as a “shippable commodity”. But then, people would also ship things like Colonel Sassacre and the pogo ride in John’s backyard. Do you know why? Because I made the mistake of including them both in the same story.
andrew fucking obliterating johnrose in Book 2 after one of their pesterlogs, 2012 (via armsocks)
