Alex, 30+, ace, agender (any pronouns; mostly go by he/him). Welcome to my Silly Place! I love drawing, writing and doing other fandom-related stuff. Currently fixated on Sonic and LEGO Monkie Kid/Journey To The West. Other interests include: Homestuck, Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, Omori, Silent Hill and many more.
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Honestly I'm so giddy about translating the next Omniphobia chapter because it has at least ONE hilarious scene in it and it also introduces one of my favourite characters not just here but in Homestuck itself.
(even if we only know little scraps about him told by Dirk)
UPD: Oof terribly sorry about this one BUT - I didn't drop the translation! Just have been busy as a bee with other projects - making cross-stitched pins and charms sure takes A LOT of time... Hopefully I'll manage to find a window to get back to translating stuff - next chapters are REALLY gonna start kicking up the pace!
Okay, now that the chapter is FINALLY up, hope you enjoyed the jokes and references (will we cease with Silent Hill references? No, absolutely not, expect more of them lol). As well as Alpha!Dave aka The Big Boss aka Dirk and Dave's dad in this story.
David, I love you to pieces even though you don't appear much (and will appear personally only at the very end) and are pure fanon. You're my man along with Broderick aka The Journalist. <3
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Fic name: Omniphobia
Summary: Dirk Strider has an unusual hobby: he collects puppets, and ball-jointed dolls as well. But at some point a ghost named Jake appears in his life, saying that Strider’s new favourite doll contains a malicious spirit that feeds off of people’s fears and suffering. And so, to defeat it and protect the ones he loves, Dirk has to face the deepest of the human nightmares. Only it appears to be not so easy when the puppeteer finds out that he’s become the puppet himself…
Chapter: 6 out of 25
Okay, WOW, I actually finally managed to finish translating this! After such a long time! Way to go me, haha.
Anyway, for anyone who's still following this - another translated chapter of Omniphobia is up on AO3! Enjoy reading (we're slowly raising the stakes).
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Fic name: Omniphobia
Summary: Dirk Strider has an unusual hobby: he collects puppets, and ball-jointed dolls as well. But at some point a ghost named Jake appears in his life, saying that Strider’s new favourite doll contains a malicious spirit that feeds off of people’s fears and suffering. And so, to defeat it and protect the ones he loves, Dirk has to face the deepest of the human nightmares. Only it appears to be not so easy when the puppeteer finds out that he’s become the puppet himself…
Chapter: 6 out of 25
Okay, WOW, I actually finally managed to finish translating this! After such a long time! Way to go me, haha.
Anyway, for anyone who's still following this - another translated chapter of Omniphobia is up on AO3! Enjoy reading (we're slowly raising the stakes).
Omniphobia is a Homestuck AU fanfiction made by yours truly in collab with my wife (read the fic in Russian; English translation can be found on my AO3 here!).
Omniphobia (panphobia) - a constant inexplicable fear of everything.
The story takes part in modern times (2012, final chapter - 2017).
Dirk Strider is a teen with big variety of interests - strange and not so - that studies in ordinary school, has friends and a younger brother. His biggest problem in life (more like, not his but for other people) is his misanthropy (which truly is a certain phobia but as if he’s gonna admit it). Well, it was until one day, when he meets one particular strange guy named Jake English and learns that he’s in deep, deep trouble...
Remember those stories about posessed things? Like dolls, mirrors, etc.? Yeah, this one is like that. The only hope (haha, GET IT) for Dirk to bring everything back to normal is to seek help from Jake - to try and learn how to fight the horrible Thing that presently posesses one of his beloved ball-jointed dolls.
The story is full of paranormal shit (ghosts, evil spirits, creepy illusions, etc.), angst and plot twists. Has mentions of events/culture from the past (from mainly 1990s, 1970s, 1950s, 1930s and 1910s; I tried my best to make the references correct). Is gory and violent, especially in the second half (it really is. Maybe not explicitly graphic but still lots of triggering shit). Many people die/appear already dead. Almost zero amount of shipping stuff. Has references on many other fandoms - MLP (Rainbow Dash is the best, Dirk likes her unironically, it’s canon btw), Silent Hill (shoutout to the first movie and The Room game), Yume Nikki, etc.
sleep is for the weak... or not (a JohnKat drabble)
(heya, JohnKats, come get your stuff. I wrote this yesterday at 3AM when I was really sleepy ahahah) (on AO3 here)
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The bright light of the computer screen was awfully hurting his eyes in almost complete darkness – if you didn’t count the dim light of the lamp on the bedside table. The letters were starting to swim, pictures – blur into incomprehensible bullshit, and all in all he caught himself staring into nowhere for five minutes only to come back to himself a bit later and once again concentrate on the opened Trollian window (or whatever the shit he had there). His head felt like it was stuffed with a zillion of steel balls, and somewhere in the back of his mind lurked a desire to finally lay it down along with his long-suffering body. To close his eyes and…
Ugh, right, no. It’s fairly known what comes right afterwards. Nope. Nah. Abso-fucking-lutely not. Come on, asshole, pull yourself together and shake off this unwanted veil of sleep. You know perfectly well that its whispers that promise a nice and relaxing nap are a huge fat lie wrapped in even more lies. And that in reality only a bunch of gnarly shit awaits behind the shut lids like rivers of blood, piles of corpses (of your friends) and death-death-death…
- Dude, you’ve been staring at this page for a good half an hour without clicking away. I think it means only one thing – time to wrap up and finally go to bed, – dammit, just when he’d gathered his wits to give himself a good wake-up smack, a hand appeared in his sight and in a completely rude way started shutting the lid of his husktop. Nope, fat fucking chance.
- Egbert, I kinda understand you usually have a hard fucking time to not annoy the shit out of me, – grinding his teeth, Karkat firmly grasped the wrist of the offending limb, rubbing his eyes with his free hand, – but trust me – right now is absolutely not the fucking time for that. If you really want it that much – go on, fuck right off to the embrace of blanket and pillows. And leave me the fuck alone.
- But Karkat, – eurgh, shit, this dumbass stretched the vowels of his name again in such a manner that made it a bit hard to stay angry. And a cold, somewhat dear nowadays hand placed itself on his shoulder and squeezed it, – I can’t do something so selfish as to leave you here like that! What will you do without me? All alone, sad and cold...
- Okay, that last one is absolute bullshit, – here Vantas decided he’s had enough and turned away from the awfully bright monitor, facing the one who disturbed his peace. Ah, these mischevious blue eyes and no less mischevious grin. How he missed them (not) (well maybe a little). – I know your hidden agenda – you’re dying to lure me into this trap so that you’ll be able to leech off of my warmth, you damn icicle. Can you guess my response to this?
- Well… «Yes, John, you’re right – I just can’t refuse the sweet healing hugs before sleep so let’s go to bed»? – and that grin had the audacity to become wider. Fan-fucking-tastic.
There was a huge desire to just outright say everything he thought of all the other’s antics, but alas the godawful pounding in his head resumed, and his eyes felt like a bunch of sand has been thrown in them. Ugh, for fuck’s sake. Karkat rubbed his eyes again then pressed the heels of his palms against them.
- Seriously, John, now’s really not the best time… – he began, deciding to overstep himself and throw away all his idiocy and his own pride a little. But of course he was interrupted here, too – chilly fingers pried his hands away from his eyes and lightly squeezed them.
- You’ve got nothing to be scared of, Kar, – the playfulness on the other’s face changed to soft seriousness. – Last time you slept almost without nightmares. Remember?
Well, couldn’t argue with that – after all, matesprit’s closeness was calming even in sleep, so the nightmares usually instantly backed off. Still…
- I do. I just… can’t get used to it still. You know, after everything we’ve been through…
His palms were squeezed once more.
- But that’s all in the past now. You’re here and I’m here, too. And our friends – all of them are here with us, nearby. The game is long since over, – here John paused then laughed sadly. – Though, I get it – have a lot of my own… stuff to deal with at times.
Yeah. «Stuff». Each of them had a whole fuckton of this «stuff». Even the self-proclaimed therapist of their group – Lalonde kept all kinds of «skeletons» hidden in her closet. Luckily, she had Kanaya – her loving wife, always ready to support her if any of those «skeletal motherfuckers» dared to show their ugly bony mug.
And the two of them… had each other. A recipe for a pretty sweet disaster.
- Fine. Five more minutes – and I’ll crawl to bed to be your free personal heater, dumbass, – Vantas snorted in the end.
«And to keep your own nightmares at bay», – this was left unsaid. But could clearly be read in his look to the other’s eyes.
- Deal! – Egbert grinned as usual, then smooched him on the forehead (earning a chuckle in return) and finally let go of his hands. – Don’t take too long!
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