#hafg

[pellicient]

Do we all remember hot Air Force guy whose parents have arranged with my parents that we be married okay good well he just got the CUTEST husky puppy yup bye I'm moving to Texas to live with him

[wertercatt]

I watched the Homestuck ending

And I realized something about myself. I don’t care. I like the multiple SBARGs a lot more than I like Homestuck. SBARG’s ending with them destroying the session and initiating the GigaReset was amazing. SBARGv2′s ending with them finally rising up to kill Chronos in an amazing bossfight was fantastic and oh so satisfying. I’m still involved in SBARG’s fandom, I still roleplay in settings based off of it. Hell, I still use my SBARG persona. SBARG really brought the scattered Homestuck fandom together and created a magical thing. Looking back on it, it’s amazing to see how we all came together, be it for SBARG or Heroes are Forever Gods, SBARGv2 or iamofcourse. We joined together to make a difference, to solve those puzzles and write our own history. We accomplished those goals, and I’m humbled to be the one recording that history. On this day, it’s not Andrew Hussie’s actions and writing that fill my heart with joy, oh no. It’s that of hundreds, thousands even, of talented fans. I only wish I had the time in this post to thank every participant in the chronicle that is SBARG, but I don’t. So, I’ll just thank the main gamemasters of each “episode.” @twistedcaliber, You deserve an award for your masterful execution of SBARG. Without you, this whole thing would have never happened. @iamofcourse, you were the first person to attempt to do something with SBARG after it ended, and although it fell through due to Real Life getting in the way, you made a good attempt. (Please forward this to the original blog owner if you don’t mind, @chaoticpeace10) @valuan, although I returned to SBARG too late to participate in your episode, I still love reading about it. You were the first to do a proper sucessor to SBARG with roleplaying and everything, and you’ll always be one of the greats in my eyes. @sbargv2, There are multiple people I could credit as the main GM, but that would mean ignoring what others did. Therefore, I thank it’s entire team. You guys were great, with what I felt was a perfect mix of puzzles and roleplaying. I spent the most time playing in your story, and you welcomed me into it. I met many of my most loyal friends there, and I can’t thank you lot enough. @thepostscratchuniverse-blog, you (seemingly) tried to do the same thing that I would eventually end up doing with my SBARGv2 friends, using one’s old SBARG characters again. You never met your goal though, so you never did anything special. I salute your attempt, but your expectations were way too high. And that just leaves... @shinyjiggly, my Co-GM for SBARG 1.5: Lost Pawns. Thanks for not resenting me for leaving you out in the cold on plot stuff. I was a jerk for that and I’m sorry. We had a great run though, even if it was a lot of filler. I hope that the backend stuff I’m starting to do can atone for my selfishness.

[pellicient]

Okay. I'm making this post about hot Air Force guy and our fake arranged marriage in the hope that in a little while I'll be able to reblog this and be like "lol silly me we're dating now" and then laugh about this at our wedding okay thank u all for your unwavering support in our relationship. My post is: hot Air Force guy is really hot

[pellicient]

When your mom sets up a nice convo with hot Air Force Guy's parents and you're looking pretty as all hell 😌😏

[pellicient]

1. Hot Air Force guy likes my picture 2. My hot ex-English/creative-writing teacher told my sister today that I'm the most talented high school writer he's ever come across

[incorolla]

YOU'RE SO VAIN YOU PROBABLY THINK THIS SONG IS ABOUT YOU DON'T YOU. Take that JD

NICE. (I haven’t listened to H&FG in ages and this has encouraged me to put it on. Thanks anon!)

[symphonicanima]

Two years...

... Two hundred? Two thousand? Time was always elusive before, but now your mind reaches for wisps of smoke, so easily scattered with the faintest breeze.

Too long, is what it’s been.

The island remains the same as it always has: a tropical paradise fit for the gods (and at this thought you snort, because to call yourself a deity is laughable). Like all your other visits, it stands strong and untouched by Time’s cruel love-- frozen into goddamn silence, and your jaw clenches as you keep walking. 

(Undoubtedly, it’ll remain still as the clocks tick down with careless impunity, and restless days blur into endless nights; even when the cycle turns once more, hellfire heaving from the skies and all the worlds collapse as they burnburnburn, a song of death for too many and a saving grace for too few–)

Inhale. Exhale. Breathe. The air is crisp, and the sharpness in your nose and lungs burns clean, pure combustion. Walk, one step, two steps, with mudsplattered boots worn from use. Stop clenching your hands. Relax. You’re (supposed to be) better now, after all. Shed your shadows, your emblem, your misplaced pride in power– all the illusions you concealed yourself in once upon a time, exchanged for humbled sobriety and deprecating self-clarity. Complete self-destruction for tender rebirth, as fitting with your name.

(God, homecomings were always so fucking bittersweet.)

Adrian and Airi are the first you see, your frequent communications with both alerting you to the pirates’ concurrent visit. They smile so achingly gentle as you press kisses to their foreheads and cheeks, hand out little trinkets you’ve collected through your travels to them and their children, and their talk of the decidedly exotic life they’ve led soothe your nerves. It’s a wholesome, pleasant meeting, all things considered. 

(You’re quietly glad for that, because this island beseiges you with too much-- humiliation, regret, guilt-- you prefer not reminding yourself with, a cold wanting seated within your heart as you restlessly twitch and move your fingers, touch their skin absentmindedly, trace scars, hold them within your arms tightly like the affection-starved girl you have become.) 

Raz is next, with his quicksilver grins and geeky excitement. You had to arrange a meeting with him in order to see him today, this brother you’ve fondly (and exasperatedly) claimed as your own. One painfully difficult to get in touch of as well, although astonishingly easy to respond every time with a “Yes”. His gleefully retold tales of adventure and treasures troves of advanced weaponry and loot alike are a temporary balm, and you feel the warmth of his hug still as you part with an agreement for a shared adventure.

(And really, they are family now-- they are yours and you are theirs, and despite all odds, together we will keep, you think as you walk away, and that has, and always will be, enough.)

The area around the marble monument is eerily quiet as you lay your tributes to the Fallen, the Corrupted, the Lost. Your offerings are far and few in between, because there are too many losses and your knowledge of them is little, but some you remember and realize, and spite.

But at the last statue, the wind ruffles around too purposefully to bring to mind any other presence. Then again, your Lady Gambit never needed her Fortune or Clarity to see through you. You were– are– far too simple to require such. Even now, you think she can read what your heart says– although now, you don’t know her response.

(Now, you’re not sure you want to know.)

The rarest token you carefully saved throughout the years is laid down by three gilded, carefully honored statues. Out of your fragmented memories, you recall the Returned most clearly, because you never belonged (deserved) to take part in a world you played barely a hand in its safety while they slaved to keep the Game from falling apart. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you whisper a prayer for their continued, merciful happiness, and turn away, striding towards the port.

(Because you are so fucking careless, reckless, selfish, your mind snidely remarks, until you were Corrupted and fell, the price to pay for being such a pathetic, naive child.)

You look over your shoulder briefly as you stand on the edge of the island, and greedily drink in the perfect view of what you once called home. It’s clear it’ll be a very long while, so might as well make your goodbyes short. You never needed their remembrances anyways, and just as well, because you never had their tributes, never wanted to keep yourself in the eye of the storm that knocks constantly on your mind’s door, a hurricane of despair and memory you keep away with clenched teeth. 

(And besides, you think–

phoenixes weren’t remembered for stillness and cages, after all.)

–

I was never terribly good at writing. 

Either way, here’s some shitty closure, and a reveal I suppose. 

Sayonara.

[incorolla]

Age of Kings? Collapsing Stars? One Frozen River?

Ooh interesting choices (even if I haven’t listened to the first two in aaages)

AGE OF KINGS

felt like god’s anointed when you didn’t push me away

COLLAPSING STARS

we chewed up baby aspirin like bubblegum‘til our hearts were beating deep and rich as kettle drums

ONE FROZEN RIVER

when she stood near the kitchen windowstaring out at the countrysidewhen she looked my wayI let her right on in, I let her right in

(because like, she’s near the kitchen window looking /out/, so it’s clearly not literally letting her in, I just really freaking love HAFG even if I can’t find words to describe how)

Thank yoooou!