#realmstuck

You stumble through the forest in a daze. Your face is bright red and you’re holding a vial of liquor in your right hand. Giggling a bit, you lean against a tree and take another drink. This habit started a wile ago, though you don’t precisely know when. In this state you probably wouldn’t remember if you wanted to, though.

Tonight you saw John die. Not in person, but in your crystal ball. His sister and Dirk don’t know yet. Fuck. You look at the ground and take another swig. The alcohol should help you forget about it for a while. Then you can figure out what to do.

Your feet take you around on their own, and you hope that they know where to go. As you walk, you stumble a bit and your robes keep getting caught on things. How infuriating.

The sensation of standing in water doesn’t hit you until you stumble again and splash your face. You look around groggily. It takes you a minute to realize you’re standing on the shore of Lake Rays and Frogs.

You can not. Be-leave, they left you. What the fuck. It’s not as if you didn’t do all you could for them. You didn’t steal THAT much of their money. Just a coin or two when they weren’t looking. Gods, what jerks. You stomp your way through the forest, cutting into tree after tree with your sword as you go. You reach a small clearing and stop with your hands on your hips. “Ffffffffuuuuuuuuck!” you scream into the air, throwing your sword as far and as hard as possible. You hear it clunk against something. That something shouts loudly. You arch your eyebrows and go to retrieve your sword. Maybe you can get something fun out of it too. You push the bushes obscuring your view out of the way and take a look at who you’re dealing with. He’s a small boy with a large nose and black hair. He’s wearing an ugly blue hat with a yellow feather in it and the rest of his clothing is pretty blue too. Except for his shoes. Those are the same hideous yellow as the feather.  He’s holding his left shoulder and wincing in pain. Your sword is lying nearby. You guess you must have nicked him when you threw it. You can see him watching you as you retrieve your blade. What a loser. “You stabbed me with a sword,” he accuses you after a moment. You huff and pull his hand away from his wound to look at it. He’s pretty remarkably weak, actually, his attempts at stopping you are pitiful. He winces when you poke at it. You let go of his hand, allowing him to cover it up again. “It’s just a slice. You’ll be fine,” you say blatantly. “No, I… uh. I think I need to see a doctor,” he complains. Gods, what a wimp. “Look, kid,” you say with annoyance, “…what did you say you name was again?” “I didn’t,” he mumbles. “It’s… uh… Tavros.” You nod and jab your thumb at your chest, “Vriska. Now. You don’t need a doctor, wuss.” You lightly kick his leg as you say the last word. He flinches away from you and you give him an accusatory look. “Alright,” you give in. “You definitely need some work. Come with me. I have just the thing to strengthen you up.”

The forest earth feels great on your feet. You had a good haul today, caught two rabbits, one for you and one for Roxy. They bounce against your leg as you walk. You still have one more trap to look at but you want to check in with her first. It isn’t long before you reach the clearing the two of you have been camping in for the past three days. A dark blue-hooded figure with a scarlet red bow and arrow sheath slung across her back stands in the middle of the clearing. She’s facing away from you with her hands on her hips, assessing what looks to be a branch of berries. She looks up as you drop your catch and turns around. “Hey Nep!” she calls back. “Anything good? I found these amazing berries. They only ripen for like, a week each year so we hit the jackpot!” You nod to the rabbits and reply, “The apurrable huntress has valiantly brought back enough delicious food to go around.” She grins and asks, “Only rabbits? Did the net not work? I really hoped it would-a bagged us at least a raccoon or someth’en.” You shrug and say, “I haven’t checked it yet. Figured you’d want to see if it worked since you came up with it.” Roxy laughs a bit and puts the berries next to the rabbits. As she goes over to get the leaf mat the two of you made to cover it up she says, “Thanks. I hope my rad trap caught something. It’d be nice to not have to hunt tomorrow. I was thinking of us going into town for a little fun. Apparently there was this huge ruckus with some execution or something. I want to see if I can get some deets. Sounds fucking insane.”

Ok I was going to wait for the weekend to post this but screw it I’ll just repost when more people are around. So. I made a homestuck Au fic. 

Tag is: #Realmstuck

Yup here’s the first few paragraphs of the first Chapter and a link to Ao3:

  Your name is John Egbert. You are heir to the throne of the Kingdom of Sburb. You are also a complete and absolute idiot.     For some reason you thought it would be a good idea to pull a prank on someone important, really important. Setting traps and pranks is something you love to do in your spare time and the best ones are the ones that get remembered. So what better person to be your unfortunate victim than Prince Eridan himself, ruler of your kingdom’s most feared rival; the Kingdom of Alternia. Man that was a mistake.     The trap itself went fine, perfect in fact. I was awesome to see his royal jerk hanging from a tree by his leg. But you kind of didn’t know what you were thinking when it came to afterwards. Of course he’d have guards, what royalty didn’t? And once they were done cutting him down after his insistent screaming and struggling, they came after you. You’re pretty sure your guard and close friend Dave got away at least. He managed to knock out the knight that attacked him as you two ran away. You however, were not so fortunate. Not only did you forget to bring your war hammer for the trip, you also got stuck with the prince’s lame mage. You didn’t stand a chance against magic.

a writing resources website that gives you words for concepts that you invented

like if you wanted a word for people who were connected kinda like twins but not you could use that website to find a word for twins in a different language that you can alter slightly and use

and you could customise it as well to the feel of your story, like if you wanted t to sound flowy and gentle or harsh and strong or ancient or futureistic you could press a button and get a word like that

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Nevermind. O_O

SpontaneousFork: It'd consume everyone.

Crea: Just imagine it.

Everyone didn't die because they killed each other.

They died because of Othaal's magnificent hair

SpontaneousFork: #2fab4Uall

Crea: The magnificent barnacle was so magnificent that everyone died.

The end. UuU

SpontaneousFork: That's it.

That's the whole fanventure.