#sburbeater

For the past decade or so Bro Strider has raised Dave and Dirk, gotten a job at DWMA, and not forgotten his former meister.

  His old meister had been someone he related to and enjoyed being around. He hadn't found one to 'replace' her.

Walking to a local bar, not to drink but to listen in on the gossip, he went in side and placed himself upon a barstool.

do you like homestuck? do like soul eater? do you want to hang with the coolest group of nerds on the internet? well then do i have the group for you

sburbeater is a roleplay group in which we have taken the homestuck characters and thrown them into the soul eater universe

we currently have spots open for karkat kanaya jake bro and many many more, so feel free to stop on by and try your hand

Dave walked around the empty street, hands in pocket and back straightened in confidence. He was looking for his Meister since they had important business to be doing such as himself becoming a death scythe. They haven't gotten much at least somewhere in the twenties? Thirties? It's not enough, that's for sure So Dave thinks now is a good time to go /egg/ hunting. He managed to snatch up a job from the bulletin, something about a Makara and he was a Kishin egg. He didn't look at it much. 

After a shower that used all of his hot water, carefully dodging his brothers and somehone surviving the weird tentacle girl in the alley, Dirk headed off to find a teacher. One who might know what’s going on.

He had two choices. Redglare. And Dolorosa.

Dolorosa, from what he knew of her, might be more maternal in telling him what the fuck the thing was.

Redglare, most likely wouldn’t sugar coat it if she was like what he’d heard about Terezi.

Entering the school, he went from slightly on edge to paranoid. Why hadn’t the school bothered him before? It didn’t yesterday? Why today? Why did he feel watched?

Questions he needed answers too. Even around his brothers he’d felt paranoia. More so then the normal weariness of some Trap about to be sprung on him. But the school –as much as he hated to say it- felt like home most times.

Ruby had never lived outside of New York. She was born and raised there, and raised both her daughters as well. The state was home. Rainbow Falls was home. The ridiculously large house she possessed was home. Even after the loss of her dear children, she desperately tried to maintain her home.

The disappearance of Roxy nearly crushed her. Ruby couldn't even pass by her bedroom without breaking down into sobs. Her baby could be dead, or dying, or having her soul eaten. The blow was cushioned somewhat by the fact that she still had Rose. She still had someone to nurture and protect, and she'd be damned if she would let anything happen to her. Never once did she consider she was harming her daughter more than helping her. 

Once Rose's mind and soul were ruined and she had escaped to wreck havoc on the world, Ruby fell into a state of perpetual intoxication. Simply put, she became a hardcore alcoholic. She hoped that one day the liquor would fill the hollow place in her heart that was left there by her children. It never worked.

After years of drinking to forget, Ruby owned up to the fact that she would never get over it while the ghost of her long lost daughters haunted the halls. With no place left to turn she packed up and moved to death city. It was the most likely place for Rose to go after all. 

There have been a few minor changes to the rules for this group so if you could all go check out the rules page it would be appreciated.

There is also a triggers page now so people know what triggers to tag and what not to talk about in the group chat if possible.

"Augh..." Sollux threw his head back onto his pillow and quickly regretted doing so as he groaned at the throbbing of his head and watched as the room spun before him. His stomach felt as if it were to flip inside out and his throat burned like the depths of hell. Recently the meister had been getting sick quite often, to the point where he had already missed a week of school and today, started a new week on its own.

Sollux wasn't sure what he had, but he knew he felt as if he were going to die at any minute. His nose had been so stuffed up, blowing through tissues seemed to be useless and they lay carelessly around his room. He never seemed to be able to clear his throat. It was maddening, not being able to breathe properly. His dirty blond hair laid disheveled on top of his head. In all honesty he was worried, simply because he had never been this sick before and he didn't see himself improving anytime soon.