fucking pyres

Your name is Karkat Vantas and you couldn't give any less fucks about the rest of your... acquaintances. They can all fuck a forest full of fucking dryads for all you care. { Karkat // He/Him // non-sburb Humanstuck ---- Follow the links for more...

[warandpeac-nojustwar-deactivate]

Well I suppose that’s the last time I go wandering for an indefin8 amount of time. Headache, Hephaestus? A literal headache or some kind of drama?

[kullopodion-blog]

WELL, YES, THAT DOES TEND TO PUT YOU OUT OF THE LOOP.  NOT THAT ANYONE COULD HAVE REALLY PREDICTED THIS.

AND YES, A HEADACHE. OF COURSE, REFERRING TO THIS MESS AS SUCH IS SOMEWHAT... UNDER EXAGGERATING HERE.  AND, METAPHORICAL, NOT LITERAL (THOUGH IT HAS CAUSED A FEW LITERAL HEADACHES ON MY END).  I WOULD NOT CALL IT “SOME KIND OF DRAMA,” THOUGH, AS THAT TENDS TO HAVE A CERTAIN CONNOTATION AMONG US THAT DOES NOT APPLY.

I’M ALSO REPLYING TO THIS RATHER LATE, SO MAYBE SOMEONE ALREADY FILLED YOU IN.  IF SO, I WON’T BOTHER EXPLAINING, BUT IF YOU’RE STILL NOT REALLY SURE WHAT’S GOING ON I CAN FILL YOU IN ON WHAT I KNOW.

[kullopodion-blog]

diviniisms I... YES, THANK YOU.

[kullopodion-blog]

Lord Hephaestus? Is... Is there anything I can do to help?

I AM UNSURE. YOU'RE TOO KIND, PANDORA. AS OF RIGHT NOW, I THINK I JUST NEED TO CLEAR MY HEAD AND REST. I CAN'T EVEN RECALL THE LAST TIME I SLEPT.

[kullopodion-blog]

thanatopatera weeazeus shipreckt foamarisen warandpeac-nojustwar AND EVERYONE ELSE I'M TOO EXHAUSTED AND BRAINDEAD TO RECALL AT THE MOMENT. THIS IS MORE DIRECTED AT ZEUS, UNCLE, AND POSEIDON ANYWAY CONSIDERING, THOUGH RELEVANT TO EVERYONE. I THINK IT'S ABOUT TIME WE GATHERED? I HAVE NEWS TO SHARE, AN UPDATE ON SHIT SINCE I LAST SPOKE TO ZEUS, AND. YEAH. UGH, SORRY, NOT FEELING SO GREAT. I'M GOING TO REST FOR A BIT. CONTACT ME ON KIK IF IT'S URGENT. THAT GOES FOR EVERYONE.

[warandpeac-nojustwar-deactivate]

weeazeus foamarisen kullopodion kykneioasma amoremlaedit shipreckt thanatopatera

Have I forgotten anyone? I hope not 8ecause I’m finding that I’m a little 8ehind on news. Have I missed anything important?

[kullopodion-blog]

A LOT, HONESTLY. I'VE BEEN REALLY FUCKING BUSY DEALING WITH THIS HEADACHE ON MY END FOR MONTHS NOW.

[kullopodion-blog]

HOLY SHIT, THANK YOU. I HAVE SOME AUTOMATONS LOOKING AFTER THE ALICORN IN MY FORGE. IT’S SAFEST PLACE I COULD THINK OF. DO YOU KNOW THE LOCATION OF MY FARM? I’LL TAKE YOU THERE.

[deitycide-blog]

PEGASUS KNOWS, HE’LL TAKE ME.

[kullopodion-blog]

ALRIGHT. I'LL SEE YOU SOON.

[warandpeac-nojustwar-deactivate]

Alright. I’ll actually attempt to keep your words in mind this time. How’s the weather where you are?

[kullopodion-blog]

UGH. THAT’S IT? REALLY? ...... GOOD.

THE WEATHER HERE IS PRETTY NICE, ACTUALLY.  THOUGH I’VE SPENT QUITE A BIT OF TIME IN THE FORGE LATELY, MORE THAN USUAL, CONSIDERING RECENT EVENTS.  YOU?

[deathology]

reblog if you want anonymous opinions of you

[deitycide-blog]

...MEDUSA? I REALIZE WE HAVEN'T EXACTLY TALKED IN CENTURIES, BUT I'M GOING TO SKIP THE PLEASANTRIES AS I COULD USE A LITTLE HELP. I HAVE AN INJURED ALICORN AND, GRANTED I'M NOT ENTIRELY HOPELESS WHEN IT COMES TO THIS SHIT THESE DAYS, BUT ITS WOUNDS ARE KIND OF DEEP AND I DON'T KNOW IF THERE'S SOMETHING ELSE WRONG WITH THE POOR CREATURE. I HAVEN'T SEEN NOR HEARD FROM APOLLO IN AWHILE, SO IF YOU'RE

HELLO, HEPHAESTUS.

WHERE ARE YOU AND ALICORN? I WILL BE THERE MOMENTARILY.

[kullopodion-blog]

HOLY SHIT, THANK YOU. I HAVE SOME AUTOMATONS LOOKING AFTER THE ALICORN IN MY FORGE. IT'S SAFEST PLACE I COULD THINK OF. DO YOU KNOW THE LOCATION OF MY FARM? I'LL TAKE YOU THERE.

[8uccaneers]

not as much as you’d be doing to me. THINKING MY CHOICE OF LINGO IN SPEAKING AMONG GODS MAKES ME LESS AT WHAT I DO AND WHO I AM. assuming i’m a mockery of what i’m written out to be. DON’T THINK I DON’T CATCH THAT. you’ve explicitly said so yourself. THE GRAVE YOU’VE DUG IS DEEP MY YOUNG ONE.

[kullopodion-blog]

WH WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE HERE, YOU’RE THE ONE WHO JUST APPROACHED ME OUT OF FUCKING NOWHERE BARGING RIGHT INTO MY BUSINESS, OK? I GET THAT SLEEP AND DREAMS AND SHIT’S YOUR TERRITORY, BUT HOLY FUCK, COULD YOU HAVE BEEN ANY LESS TACTLESS? I DON’T EXACTLY APPRECIATE PEOPLE JUST BRINGING UP MY SLEEPING HABITS OF ALL THINGS IN A CONVERSATION RIGHT OFF THE BAT, AND THEN TO CONTINUALLY PESTER ME ABOUT IT AFTER THE FACT? NO THANKS.

...AND I WAS JUST THROWN OFF BY YOUR MANNER OF SPEAKING AT FIRST. IT’S STILL JARRING, HONESTLY, AND IT DOESN’T HELP THAT YOU KEEP RIDING MY ASS ABOUT THIS SHIT. MAYBE JUST LAY THE FUCK OFF AND WE CAN HAVE A PERFECTLY NORMAL, RESPECTABLE CONVERSATION.

[8uccaneers]

i want you to sit your ass down and think about the question you’ve done posed to me. BECAUSE I’M NOT ANSWERING THE OBVIOUS.

[kullopodion-blog]

DO YOU ENJOY PATRONIZING ME BECAUSE THAT’S PRETTY FUCKED UP.

[8uccaneers]

i am invoked fucker. INVOKED.

[kullopodion-blog]

FUCKING GODS, WHERE THE HELL DID YOU EVEN SPRING UP? DON’T ANSWER THAT

[kullopodion-blog]

GODS DAMMIT.

[reeducation]

[weeazeus-deactivated20160103]

He freezes once more, hilt dropping from his hands as he’s grabbed, but it disappears before it has a chance to clatter and connect with the ground. 

Father.

When he lets go, Zeus is still in shock, the expression of fear in Hephaestus’ eyes burned into his immediate memory. Fear and…something else he couldn’t place. Something he felt like he didn’t deserve from him.

His shoulders slacken and he presses his face into a large, calloused hand, palming his cheek, closing his eyes with a long, heaved sigh. “…I’m sorry.” He murmurs, exhausted. Everything was draining to him, now. Speaking to other gods was exhausting, existing around other gods was exhausting, pretending to be okay was exhausting, managing everyone and being a police chief and figuring out the situation and having the worst possible anxiety was exhausting.

He wipes his eyes where tears were gathering, immediately back to a feeling of pathetic-ness that fell on him at the name of something he didn’t deserve, the reality of the situation, and feeling useless in helping or accomplishing anything he wanted to get done.

He swallows again, clearing his throat. “Don’t do that again.” He says, flicking his gaze up, firm and almost stern until the next part comes. “…it’s not good for your leg.”

Dropping his hand from his face, he gestures down again. “…go on, now. Quit botherin’ with your mess of an old man.”

[kullopodion-blog]

The apology that slipped from Zeus’ lips threw Hephaestus, fumbling as he looked up at the towering god with a confused and uncertain expression.  He didn’t know what to make of the deflated man that stood before him, suddenly appearing old and haggard.  Standing in silence, seeking words, he watched Zeus, searching his face for answers, when he spoke again, tone firm, so similar in some ways to the tone Hades had used with him when scolding him, though Zeus seemed much more tired.

Shifting awkwardly, Hephaestus stretched his bad leg and diverted his gaze again with a small frown.  “My leg’s fine,” he intoned quietly with a small sigh.  Typically, he’d have been more aggressively stubborn about the mentioning of his disability, but in light of the moment, he felt too weighed down by the conflicting emotions surging through him.  “And you’re not a bother, if that’s what you’re so fucking uptight about.”  Dragging in a breath, he sighed, heavy and weary.  “But I do have more to show you.”

With that said, the fire god slowly turned back around again and began his descent.  The stairwell wound on for awhile longer before it began to gradually widen into a large opening-- a mess hall of sorts carved carefully out of the maw of a large cavern.  Several corridors branch off with automatons of varying sizes and appearances bustle about, always busy with something or another.  Unphased, Hephaestus continued on, leading Zeus past a throng of automatons talking among themselves, only pausing briefly to respectfully acknowledge the god.  Heading down one corridor, they didn’t need to travel much further before the younger god turned into a wide room, furnished as a sort of makeshift stall of sorts with hay strewn about the floor and a barrel of water positioned in the corner.  The alicorn Hephaestus mentioned briefly on his blog lay sleeping in the middle of the pile of hay, its tattered wings carefully folded about its battered body.

[kullopodion-blog]

fuckin' nerd

how my muse clicked with yours:

immediately┆almost right away┆slowly┆after several interactions┆they haven’t

if we considering things via their timeline and how we plotted things out, it was a painstakingly slow process for hades, trying to warm heph up to him. though i guess if we go by actual interaction, it was p quick tbh |:

a thought my muse has about yours:

“I hope he actually likes those earrings. Gods, that was a stupid gift, I should have made something else.”

a strange thought my muse has about yours:

“Wonder what the fuck it is about apple juice that practically summons his ass out of fucking nowhere.  Apple juice isn’t THAT amazing.”

a thread/plot i’d like for our muses:

i’ve been longing to either rp or just write little heph and hades doing things becAUSE IT’D BE SO CUTE i really adore their relationship ;-; sigh

[kullopodion-blog]

THE UPD8 HAS UPSET ME IMMENSELY I WON’T POST SPOILERS BUT I WILL POST MY TEARS

hOLD M E