Greetings all who read this. My name is Jen and this is a headcannon dump of a less serious homestuck au I call:
If Eridan and Karkat were moirails earlier things might have gone way better
(long ass name but I digress)
This will be just a series of bulletin points at various moments that could have gone differently if the title did happen
So below will be the headcannons + some disclaimers of ships included in on this list (also this is a rough draft of things I will be adding things if I happen to think of them)
Okay first off ships
Erikar (they don't stay in a solid quadrant for long)
Gamtav
Solfef (one-sided <3, sorry Fef)
Arasol
Ok Now with that out of the way let us begin
First off our crab and fish become a thing shortly after Fef breaks things off. Specifically when Gamzee talks to Eridan as Karkat is preoccupied speaking with Jack.
Except in this au Karkat and Gamzee switch places so Kar immediately answers Eridan while Gamzee is bothering Jack cause he thinks it’s funny
Kar upon seeing Eridan’s current state goes “Wow okay you’re a literal mess right now more than usual. I’ll be your moirail for now cause if you don’t have one things might get bad for everyone and we can’t have that”
So now Eridan has a moirail so he doesn’t go off the deep end, Karkat has more responsibilities but like he has sort of has a buffer
Any who cut to the meteor and the others finally catch on that Kar and Eri are unusually close for having just met, and upon realizing they are a thing™ now everyone gets sort of weirded out but ultimately are accepting (not like they have much of a choice tbh)
This leads to a couple of things but most importantly it leads to Gamzee getting kind of bummed that his best bro doesn't have as much time for him as usual so he decides to stick to Tavros to sulk
So for the time being just picture Gamzee resting his head ontop of Tav's hair while he trolls the humans
This also has the side effects of Tavros not getting his legs cut off cause nobody wants to deal with the creepy clown he has attached to him and Gamzee not getting completely out of control cause Tavros is there when the whole ipc incident happens and calms him down pretty easily
The whole thing with Vriska still happens but she doesn't kill Tav cause again NOBODY WANTS TO DEAL WITH THE CLOWN SAINT BERNARD THAT FOLLOWS HIM AROUND
So with these changes Tavros doesn't die, and since Gamzee is somewhat chill (even if he's fuming inside) Karkat won't need to ask Equius for help stopping him so he and Nepeta both live
Aradiabot still explodes unfortunately
Which bums Sollux out so Feferi steps in to be his moirail cause she kinda of learned a thing or two from watching everyone else
Eridan still gets his wand but doesn't go on a killing spree cause he's got a moirail now so he gets chilled and just kind of sulks in the far ends of the meteor
By the time Rose and Dave arrive everyone is alive and well (or as well as they can get)
And as a bonus the whole crew convinces Aradia to stick with them which she agrees to (she still goes off to deal with time stuff but always comes back to the meteor at the end of the day) so yay Aradia is here at Sol is a bit less depressed
They have been with me for about 3 years now, I love them very much, they mean a lot to me. Initially, it was my DND character and NPC, but later it developed into something that saved me during a very difficult period. With them I experienced a love breakup, exams, entering university, exam sessions, and I still sometimes come to draw the two of them tenderly.
I can't even begin to describe how important they are to me. I would probably just start a side blog about them because I know that no one but me will ever understand them to such a huge extent.
I like to take a break from the world when I'm having a hard time by drawing them....
Still constantly thinking about just how exactly force-sight works as it’s something that’s always hard to get a grasp on. So these are semi-headcanons/ideas that I’m building on/possibly discarding as I go, there may be things that contradict each other. Thinking out loud basically and always interested to know other’s headcanons about the Miraluka if you have any.
It's very much an instinctive ability, but I imagine also one that will vary a lot from person to person depending on their strength and connection to the force. Could be that there’s two different elements – the spatial aspect that’s a bit like force echo-location and allows them to know where things are around them, and the more visual aspect that allows for different elements such as texture, even colour. The wiki says the sight is more black and white but I’ve always imagined my knight seeing in colour, partly because I didn’t know/hadn’t thought so much about the Miraluka when I started and having not actually played KOTOR 2 either..., so it could just be something that varies with the individual, much as human sight varies as well. Likewise, there’ll be Miraluka who are short-sighted or long-sighted - and their vision is so strong in that area that it lends itself to certain professions maybe (I’ve long had the idea of making a Miraluka sniper so this could factor in there).
They can see through solid objects – they appear more as translucent and it really depends on what they need to focus on. Can be distracting depending where they are so sometimes try to limit it, on missions it is very useful so tap into it more.
Sight is 360 degrees but very much like our peripheral vision after a certain point, still needing to choose an area of focus and so still instinctively moving their head in response to sounds etc. or if something is only picked up in the peripheral. They generally have enhanced senses and reflexes much as typical force users have, but possibly even more so on average because they are so attuned with the force, it’s something intrinsic to them. As battlemaster my knight would certainly be teaching and really encouraging her students to build up their force sight if they can to help their combat abilities because of this. Also think that enhanced senses in all areas, beyond sight, also influences Miraluka art and culture, making it a lot more sensory in a way.
Might be naturally more expressive in body language, in that there’s not the same communication through eye contact (and avoidance of) that humans are more used to. There’s a lot of communication of emotion through the force as well, and they’re naturally empathetic and can pick up on emotions of non-Miraluka and non-force sensitives really easily even when it’s not consciously being communicated that way. Quite often they see emotion radiating from a person in colour too.
Technology is interesting, as so much of the SW world is on screen, and things like holograms etc. aren't solid and so the force doesn’t interact with them in the same way. But in a gameplay perspective characters obviously do use them so it must work somehow. Possibly they prefer paper and ink or braille for written communication though. Haven’t really figured out the tech bit yet.
Connecting a bit to that - also really intrigued by how they are affected by physical light and dark because it won’t have been relevant for them in the way they’ve evolved? So like, will happily sit and work in a room with all of the lights off and probably startle all non-force users who come into a room and turn on the light (actually chuckling now imagining this), will also be immune to things like flash grenades and stuff because their energy affects physical vision as opposed to the force. But there are types of light that affect force-sight, so like – force ghosts, powers that use light (there’s a lot of these in the game – lightning, healing, lots of consular things etc), visions – they can be dazzling in the same way. It may also be that they can sort of see patterns of force use that are quite every day – lines from telekinesis, ripples of force powers and such (thinking of the blade storm and focused burst guardian abilities here, among others) – though that’s another thing dependent on their strength with the force.
Cutting a Miraluka off from the force, like with Nathema, is also incredibly incredibly painful and I’m really not sure how she made it through that chapter – probably a mixture of Valkorion saying he could shield her from the worst of it and having to tap into any life around her. When their connection to the force is affected (and this can be down to many things), vision can get really different – blurry, losing colour, reduced field of view etc.
Fanfic: Loose as a Goose (PKNA X Untitled Goose Game)
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The doorbell rang, which Donald would never get used to, given he was 151 floors above ground. But One had implemented it as a more homey way to alert Donald of guests. “Who could that be?” Donald wondered to himself as the elevator flew him to the ground floor to greet whoever came to call.
Which was either thin air or no one.
Donald put his hands on his hips and sighed. “Darn kids…” he muttered, walking back to the elevator. The doors closed and the whirring began again.
“Who was it?” asked One over the intercom.
“Probably some ding-dong-ditcher havin’ a laugh. Right in the middle of Anxieties, too.”
“No worries, Donald. I paused the recording for your return.”
“Gee, thanks...One…” Donald trailed off as the elevator opened on Channel 00’s headquarters. Donald was taken aback as each and every reporter stared at him. He flashed a smile and closed the doors again. “One, why’d you drop me at Channel 00?”
“What? I instructed the lift to land on the secret floor, like always.” One’s tone was puzzled.
“Well, that didn’t happen. I’m just glad Angus Fangus wasn’t behind door number one,” said Donald, leaning against the doors.
“Strange. Anyhow, you should be coming to the secret floor...now.”
The doors parted in a flash and Donald yelped as he tumbled backwards into nothing. He grasped the edge of the elevator car as cold sweat immediately formed on his brow.
“OOOOOOOONE!” he yelled out into a steel-lined shaft full of wiring, his voice echoing.
“What’s going on?!” the AI said, panicked.
“I was nearly a duck splatter, that’s what!” Donald spat back, scurrying up to safety and closing the doors again. He slumped against the corner furthest from them, panting and trying to calm his racing heart.
“Confound it, something’s overriding my subroutines! Let me check the security cameras.”
“Sometimes I wonder if you really do control the Tower like you say,” said Donald, massaging away his developing headache.
“I do! I don’t control unforeseen variables like this, though- Bingo! Found the culprit!”
“Thank goodness,” Donald sighed. The elevator doors parted for the last time, Donald sighing again in relief upon seeing One’s familiar green mug. “That was enough excitement for one day,” he said, walking over to his pal. “So who’s Mr. Funny Britches?”
“I found this creature inside a duct pecking at a hidden control panel.” One’s many mechanical arms shot out of the floor and toward Donald. He quacked in surprise and jumped back.
Held by its neck by the hand and looking around the joint curiously, was a wild goose.
“A goose?!” Donald balked. The goose honked in Donald’s face. Donald raised his fists in response.
“Hey!” One chided, “Don’t hurt him! I think he’s rather cute. We could keep him as a pet, eh?”
Donald stuck his finger directly against One’s globe. “Not a snowball’s chance in the Sahara! After it almost killed me? Plus, I have one thorn-in-my-side goose to deal with, and that’s plenty!”
One raised an eyebrow. “Well, then, smart boy, what do you suggest we do with it?”
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“Why, thank you, nephew. I’m sure the little feller will make an excellent guard for me Money Bin,” said uncle Scrooge, shaking Donald’s hand.
Donald gave his uncle an innocent smile and a devious chuckle, as the goose honked proudly.
