HOMESTUCK re:PAINT

Happy 4/13.... Yup. Alright folks and folkies, I’ve been hinting at this since 2019 and now it’s time to formally unveil another passion project: Homestuck re:PAINT, a bloodswap following the adventures of 6 sweeps old Feferi Vantas and her Trollian friends as they play SGRUB. 

For this project, I believe you all are familiar with the format: submit a command or ask a question and watch as updates progress the story every other Sunday. It’s gonna be a blast and, by the end of this, I'm hoping to have a pretty fun narrative full of characterization, world-building, and a few fun twists, so I hope you’ll join me on this little journey and check on the young troll who stands in her respiteblock on her birthday!

> Reader: Dive into this bitch

You recall an odd find of troll remains by a waterway some time ago. Now finding that macabre shit isn’t strange, it’s downright normal given the usual state of affairs and you were completely prepared to right it off as such. Maybe some increasingly passionate bout of black bonding. But evolving from a cursory glance made that first judgment seem… let’s say childishly edgy.

This.. you’ll assume code, for programming or linguistics you aren’t sure, alludes to PURRBEASTS. A curiosity, you’ll note, as this is not the first or last evocation of beasts in these ARCHAEOLOGICAL FINDS.

Yeah, this shit gets exhausting, especially if SOMETHING OF ALIEN ORIGIN was privy to your dribble.

You decide to go for a walk so that you may think this over. The repetition is once again striking you right in the think pan with its obviousness.

You gaze upon the letters. You can tell they’re practically quivering under your heavy glance. It’s of no surprise.

The troll condition demands that a troll must be able to at least sense the intentions of those they interact with. One must be able to sense the black.. the red… and everything in between. Being cut off from that feels like being blind. Not even physically. Just being incapable of sensing the world. The very fruit of Alternia, denied.

Poor bastards.

These letters will never have the privilege. Your face is stone cold, lips stretched thin, glance nuggets invisible behind the mauve lenses, prongs unbothered by the tense waters that surround them.

They quiver in your presence. Good. You do not have the proclivity of a MERCIFUL GOD.

You manage to notice a pattern of repeated letters that whisper softly to your glance nuggets. E, O, M, and W from the looks of it. AA likely overlooked it due to the ancient Alternian that was noticeably degraded from the stone.

This is not the first time those letters seemingly appeared in an innocuous fashion..

For the crime of REPEAT OFFENSE, you sentence these writings to 10 sweeps of INTENSE SCRUTINY.

The inner machinations of your mind have thoroughly disgusted you with their enigmatic musings.

You must move on or so help you cod-

Disgust has turn to intrigue as you believe you stumbled on gold. No surprise that Feferi missed it, had you not been keenly aware, the text would’ve have been nothing but gibberish upon translation.

Lucky for you, you’re KEENLY AWARE.

Okay Sollux, stop autofellating so skillfully. 

You’ll turn this into a depressingly empty quadfest at this rate.

Yyyuuugh.

Will do. You decide to put the neurons you so disgustingly neglected to work.

These neurons fire at such speeds that it becomes immediately apparent to you what AA ignored:

REPETITION.

Once again, these remnants of eras passed bore the visage of a FROG. In fact, some of the temples CA visited had been marked with such ICONOGRAPHY.

Curiouser and curiouser.

That creates a direct correlation between the imagery and verbiage that was translated. Well, you can note one thing. The phrase AA transcribed might have some meaning to it after all.

Ah today, your memory has served you well.

Alright, it looks like she’s already done pretty good work here. You ought to compliment her on the TRANSLATIONS, they’re damn near seamless.

Direct one-to-one translations, all practically literal. You honestly owe her big time.

Your glance nuggets dipped towards her most recent entry. Your tongue says HILARIOUSLY UNNECESSARY RAMBLINGS, but even you know that would be woefully simplistic; clearly the tablet was trying to tell you something, a warning perhaps who knows it’s not for you to actually decipher. What’s important is confirming CA’s hypothesis or sticking it to that vermillion asshole.

One of those is more than enough for you, to be honest. Actually playing the game is become less and less important.

Jeez, what the hell is all this?

Must’ve been messaging AG, poor fool. You tried to tell her to just let it go…

Heh, this is NOT funny.

You must reiterate that you have no intentions at laughing at her plight. Now that you have made your position clear, you will ignore the conversation in full and simply download her FILES.

Just as a good FRIEND does.