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[starry-nite03]

Some SBK girlies!!!… and Milkman! :D

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[hydrajones]

Okay so. About the limeblood lore drop in the official beforus ancestors art

Ik not everyone is into them, especially since on the surface Pyrokinesis doesn't seem like a huge genocide worthy threat to the government. And tbh, thats fair. I thought that too at first, but I think I get the vision now

(Obviously, this is all unhinged speculation so if you don't believe it nbd XD)

Tldr: Limes are implied to all have powers, and that their powers have no side effects. They are also most likely the 4th largest and most mistreated chunk of trolls. Which may have been enough alone to warrant them being a "threat" (+4 bonus mini theories that you can tack on if you'd like!)

First off, some facts: Limebloods were lowbloods, ranking between golds and olives. Lows are stated to make up the bulk of the population, which means there were a LOT more limes then there were highbloods. If we assume the number drops significantly between castes, then limes would have the 4th largest overall population, and would most likely outnumber all indigos and higher trolls. Maybe even cerulean/blues and higher.

Each caste going down is treated worse and worse, with each higher caste being trained to take out their anger on those lower than them. So, limes would be the 4th worst treated group in the population.

Next, we have the way troll powers are shown to work- if you're a highblood, they get you better army positions. If you're a lowblood, its a gamble whether you can become and exception like the summoner, or are used as a resource for the empire- like the psiionic/helmsman. The summoners case os stated to be VERY rare. He possessed an incredibly rare psychic ability (animal communion) AND a basically unheard of physical mutation that actually gave him an advantage- his wings. Meanwhile, those possessing goldblood psiionics (which are a combo of telekinesis and energy projection) are turned into living batteries- provided they don't burn out on their own first

If you take Hiveswap as evidence, then we see some trolls (Fokkyl) completely burn through their own energy and get the condition of "necrorot" which forces them to constantly drain energy off others just to live. Rust paiionics seem a bit better, its mostly just telekinesis at a lower level. But high levels come with the SIGNIFICANT drawback of being tormented by the dead (its unclear is this happens to golds as well, or is sollux was just special). Looking at the job prospects of Xefros, the only other rust show to have psiionics; he seems to be stuck wither being a regular rust servant, or going into a dangerous bloodsport that would require him to use his powers constantly to survive. He also showcases that overusing his powers causing huge headaches and feelings of exhaustion- something that fit in line with struggles aradia, sollux, and all the other golds and rusts w/ psiionics we see deal with.

However, we also see that Xefros can use his powersat a much higher level, and with no drawbacks when defending Joey during the game. This implied that while there is a limit to how far one can stretch their abilities (ie. Sollux and the psiionic/helmsman killing themselves), emotions can make them far more powerful

So, where does that leave the limebloods?

Calliope implies that every limeblood had some degree of pyrokinesis (which is backed up by the imposter still being seen as a limeblood after basically failing the pyrokinesis tests- almost like failing just meant you were super weak instead of having no powers), and that that form of psiionic did NOT come with the drawbacks that the golds and rusts delt with

If thats true, then that would be the 4th largest, AND 4th most disenfranchised group of trolls ALL had the ability to create fire, and didn't suffer physical/mental exhustion from using it. That alone would be enough of a ticking time bomb for the leaders to say "fuck it" and kill them all. But I think there are 3 more aspects to that motivation then just this basic numbers risk assessment

Firstly, when it comes to human "peasant" armies, they typically win thanks to sheer numbers ("they can't stop all of us!", anyone?). However, for trolls I don't think that would work. In homestuck proper, Gamzee is shown to be near-unkillable, only losing to being bisected by Kanaya. This sane fate hit Eridan, who's a caste higher then him. Feferi abd Equias were killed by Eridan and Ganzee respectively, and while I don't wanna get side tracked by the nuances of that, its safe to say they'd be fairly hard to kill by normal means as well

In hiveswap, its show repeatedly that indigos are basically impossible for a human to kill, purples are considered that difficult to kill by troll standards, abd that violets can only be killed by regular troll by "stabbing straight through their hearts at a very specific angle with a knife coated in special poison" (paraphrased). With fuchsia being assumedly EVEN WORSE

What's interesting though. Is that we NEVER see trolls go up against fire

Seadwellers are pressure resustant, basically invulnerable, and have shit loads of blood, yes. But like, the sea is cold as balls, so, couldn't we just... Set them on fire???

Much like one of my favorite vampire posts like to being up- most things are pretty fucking weak to being set on fire

Add in the fact that robots also doing really badly in fire, and theres a non-zero chance the pyrokinesis SPECIFICALLY was a huge ass weakness for the empire. I mean, in pesterquest we see that chucking a goddamn mall at eridan doesn't fucking kill him, but we never see that mer-troll on fire. And its not like rusts, bronzes, and golds (or even the midbloods), could just. Get their hands on a shit ton of explosives or flamethrowers. Having easy access to fire could be an advantage we're all grossly underestimating!

Maybe the sheer numbers alone could but stopped, but not if every one of those "peasants" had biological flamethrowers, y'know?

(also it would tie into the sun being a huge problem. Like thematically fire being trolls "weakness" fits in with them burning in their sun. Their sun us freakishly hot/bright. But like, thematically you guys-)

Secondly, even if limes WEREN'T a huge threat on their own, they might have posed some kind of cultural threat

Limes and mutants have a lot of narrative linking- caliborn and calliope, the signless and genocide being linked, the imposter and knakri wearing the differentt colored sweaters, etc.

We know that the signless wasn't a physical threat to the empire, but his ideas were enough of a SOCIAL threat that he was killed, and attempted to be erased from history

Just like the limebloods were

MAYBE the limes just were really cool about having solidarity within themselves. Or treated the lowers castes well. Or refused to serve the higher castes. Maybe they just had to die for inspiring widespread social change. Its not that crazy

Thirdly, there is some evidence of a possible caste upheaval

If you except that all limes had some level of pyrokinesis, then its possible that they consistently made better soldiers/engineers/etc than those higher caste then them. Its one thing for equias to be freakishly strong- possibly more strong then the 3 higher up than him. Or for the summoner ALONE to ruse through the ranks. But if a shit ton of lowbloods were consistantly outperforming olives, jades, teals, and possibly even highbloods. Then they'd call into question their place in the hierarchy. And that would be the worst for the poor tyrannical government

Annnnd as a final ado to all this crap: maybe there wasn't a reason

No, no- hear me out!

Trolls die for the crime of being mildly annoying, or just existing ALL THE TIME

In hiveswap heiress Trizza canonically firebombs lowblood neighborhoods regularly for the lols and/or for fucking selfie lighting

The empress might have had them killed for ANY REASON!

Maybe one was late bringing her food, or she thought they were ugly, or she just wanted to see if she could

Maybe the genocide was just what genocide always is- fucking pointless. And the ideas that these lower-class citizens with little to no rights were "dangerous" to the government was just an excuse to hurt them. LIKE IT ALWAYS IS

...

Alright, thats all. Thanks for coming to my ted talk ig

[punkguything]

“Tme and tma are white centric terminology.”

THANK YOU

I was wondering what specifically about those terms irked me so much but I couldn’t think of exactly the wording but this is 100% it. Also explains why these terms haven’t gained any significant traction anywhere other than Tumblr

Yeah, tme and tma are radfem trf dogwhistles. It makes oppression out to be some sort of game that needs to be won rather than a real world problem that effects everybody. Transmisogyny is something that effects everybody regardless of gender, it just happens to effect trans people the most, in particular trans women.

Tme tends to just be used for trans men in particular even though trfs like to say that its for everybody that isnt a trans woman, and the arguments you’ll see always tends to follow this line of thinking that trans men are privileged over trans women. This stems from “afab privilege” bullshit. You’ll see people saying that we have it easier and we can just “detransition and be fine”. Truly its disgusting. The white centricity comes in when trfs say that men arent discriminated against for being men, which really isnt the case when you look at men of color and men that do not conform to the standardized gender roles. This line of thinking also completely ignores the kind of boxes that men are put into regarding the patriarchal expectations that are imposed on them, because the patriarchy is a thing that effects everybody, and is also very white centric, and expects everybody to get in line and respect the white cis perisex non disabled man and abandon those who dont fit that mold.

[skylaar56]

a break down of my nonhuman experience

I am a wolf, specifically a wolf that matches the species of lean, black wolves native to the land known as the alexander achapelago in alaska. I am not human at all. Im a wolf with unusual shape, unusual needs, and I will take care of myself to the needs my body presents. this fact does not make me any less a wolf.

I am a therian separately from being a wolf. I experience moments of creatures different from myself: treefrogs, dragons, felines. many of these arent so specific in genus as my wolf Identity. for example, being a feline may sometimes present as being a little house cat, or other times present as being a lion, a leopard, a lynx. its less so a specific physical form I should match as just details that should be different, in wings and claws.

my mind and soul take on aspects of being the wind and the void. I have no way of describing this in a way that will make any more sense.

I am also a couple fictional characters and beings. these include: Shiny Umbreon from Pokemon, Charlie from Charlie and Lola, and Ivypool from Warriors. I am aware Charlie is presented as a human in the source material. same details about being a wolf apply here, even though I was never shown as such in the show.

I have a special connection to animals that are not what I am, but are still associated with me. particularly crows, bluejays, opossums, and moths. this part of my identity is not one I've focused on as much until lately.

[knightclubbing]

some facts about blackwick, the fictional region knight gray is from

located in the frigid north, crops cannot grow, animals are scarce, and the terrain is treacherous. despite this, a group of hardy mountain tribes joined together to form the alliance of fivr, referenced to the 5 sister mountains they live on.

blackwick shares its name with the tallest mountain in the region, a thin but enormous volcano covered in snow save for the very top, which is heated by the subterranean magma so that the dark rocky surface is always free of frost.

some say secret forges are buried beneath the surface of blackwick, powered by the fire of the mountain itself. but how can any ordinary human survive in such high temperatures?

a rare mineral is found only in this region, an ultra tough metal that when combined with steel becomes an incredibly strong alloy with a beautiful multicolored sheen.

the frozen lakes are home to a freeze resistant species of clam, which can absorb the minerals and create the most beautiful pearls in the world.

i whisper to you now, the way they descend into the frozen lakes to retrieve the pearls is a closely guarded secret that has been kept for centuries. murmurs of "automaton" are occasionally heard.

[spicycinnabun]

a continuation of fireflies 🔥🪰

~

“Gonna have to start calling you lightning bug,” Steve teased.

“Very funny.”

Eddie was about to shake them free when Steve reached out. Eddie almost flinched reflexively, but Steve only gently pushed his hair off his neck and shoulder, fingertips grazing Eddie’s skin. Eddie’s heart fluttered as the fireflies startled, scattering around them.

“Oh, look!” Steve laughed, tilting his head up to watch. His eyes shone in innocent wonder, his lips parted, and his hand relaxed, resting warmly against Eddie’s neck where Eddie’s pulse was now flying. Like his veins had grown wings and wanted to flap right out of his goddamn body.

Who exactly was the cute one here? Not Eddie. Steve was so adorable it was fucking stupid and—

Eddie surged forward and kissed him.

…He could’ve been so much smoother about it. He overshot and used too much force. Their lips didn’t line up properly, smashing together, but before Eddie could pull away in mortification, Steve made a small noise, surprised laughter this time, and grabbed Eddie’s waist so they didn’t fall backwards.

“Steady, Eddie,” he murmured, which was also so fucking dumb Eddie almost ugly snorted, but the way Steve said it made Eddie’s stomach swoop instead.

Then Steve kissed him, directed the angle of their mouths with a few fingers under Eddie’s chin like the smooth motherfucker he was, and suddenly, they were in perfect sync.

Eddie somehow ended up in Steve’s lap, straddling him with one knee on either side of his hips, cushioned by the soft plaid blanket. They’d gone from just kissing to making out. Playing it cool was nowhere in sight.

Eddie could taste the bitterness of beer and something sweet on Steve’s tongue—wildflower honey from the cookies Chrissy had brought. Steve kept laughing into his mouth, probably at Eddie’s eagerness. But every now and then he’d moan, too.

They pulled apart simultaneously to catch their breath, and between them, a tiny light flickered to life.

Steve’s eyes crossed and, finally, it was Eddie’s turn to laugh.

A firefly had landed on Steve’s nose.

[ficfromthehip]

Summery- Monty has a reputation of not really thinking before he speaks, a habit that rubs off on the other boys now and then.

Word count - 781

Warnings- silly questions and no real answers, nothing really just fluff. Written at 2am and not proof read.

"Kevin can you stop moving your face." Monty huffed, with a level of annoyance that caught the three other boys off guard as they joked over their beans.

Kevin blinked as he turned to look at Monty, only to look back at the others in confusion as he was met with Monty staring at him with such concentration.

"Kevin!" He grumbled again.

"Wha' you doin' anyways." Kevin crossed his arms over himself suddenly uncomfortable with the attention.

"Am countin your freckles."

That certainly explained nothing.

"What?"

"Brandon said freckles are were you were kissed by angles as a baby. You must have been real cute because you've got loads. Edgar's only has six and Roland two." He listed as if this was completely normal.

Roland and Edgar gave small chuckles at Kevin's tomato red face, quickly moving on with their conversation as Kevin shot them a glare.

_____

"What do you reckon happened to the first lot of cursed boys?" Monty piped up during an understanding lesson one sunny morning.

Edgar perked up at the seemingly on topic question. "Well that's quite interesting Monty. The first recorded instance of Cursed boys-"

"I reckon they were dead confused. Like imagine you're the first cursed boy and you curse is you sneeze out spaghetti or summat" Monty interrupted causing Kevin to momentarily forget the height they were at and snort out a laugh.

"Would they have had spaghetti at that point?" Roland asked, knowingly adding fuel to the strange fire.

"W-well no, you see with the curse seemingly based in the British isles-" Edgar tried again to impart some accurate knowledge.

"I dont think the curse cares what we've invented Roland." Monty rolled his eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Only causing more laughter from his bardic friend causing a quite rendition of Bella Notte to be heard amid the laughter.

____

"Do you reckon Mr Beans has heard of Mr Bean?"

After a few years if these kind of questions Edgar had gotten used to humouring his dormmate until he drifts off to sleep.

"I should think more than enough of us have told him about him. The real question is, Monty, does Mr Beans have a favourite Mr Bean movie or episode." Edgar asked, hoping to have gotten a handle on the kind of conversation Monty was hoping for... Only to look over at Monty and see the other lad staring at him like he just said the dumbest thing ever.

"TVs don't work here Edgar, don't be silly!"

____

"Do you reckon Dr Pepper could be a woman?" Kevin broke the silence of the common room.

"Dr pepper... like the drink?" Edgar questioned unsure where this had come from. Sure hed expect this from Monty, but from Kevin?

"Yeah, feckin obviously." Kevin scoffed a little.

"Maybe," Roland responded paying Edgar's confusion little mind "but I think the real question is what is her doctorate for?"

Monty nodded almost solemnly "Space."

"You think the drink Dr Pepper has a doctorate in Astro Physics?" Edgar blanched a little., before sighing with a shrug "sure why not."

____

"What do you think is Mr Hebden's point of pixelation?" Roland had asked as they headed out from crafts class.

"His what?" Kevin furrowed his brows at the presented thought.

"Like how close does something to be to him to be pixels. His clothes are and sometimes when he holds things they go pixelly." Roland pointed out.

Edgar hummed a little to himself. "I wonder if the pixelation would be different depending on what he was interacting with too."

"Nah what I wanna know is if he has an inventory like a video game character." Monty grinned as the others quickly joined in on the idea.

_____

"Do you reckon that Mr Hinks can look through his eyes like FNAF security cameras?"

There was quiet after the question was asked. Edgar's words no different to anything that Monty wouldn't ask, but had piqued their interest in a rather curious way.

"Like he only sees through one at a time so you could sneak up on the others?" Kevin asked with a mischievous grin.

"Do you think he just scrolls through em or he has to pick one?" Roland pondered trying to imagine in his own mind what that would look like.

"We should deffo see if we can figure it out." Monty added, which devolved into the four brave boys and their crow plotting to sneak up on Mr Hinks to test the capabilities of his many eyes.

Edgar couldn't be happier, not only are the other boys experimenting with a hypothesis, but he'd also gotten the hang of asking a nonsense question like Monty does.

[snakebites-and-ink]

See also

CW: Sort-of possession? effects of mind control/brainwashing/hypnosis, sort of caretaker-turned-whumper, sort of betrayal, doubting reality. I say "sort of" because I wouldn't say that's exactly what's going on, but if those bother you, you probably won't like this

Whumpee snuggled in Caretaker’s bed with them, seeking out the shared warmth and sense of safety that came with their closeness.

“I'm so glad I have you,” Whumpee whispered.

Caretaker hummed. “I'm glad too,” they murmured, half asleep but genuine.

Whumpee murmured even more softly as Caretakers breath slowed and evened, not wanting to disturb the beginning of their rest. “I feel safer now. And cared for. Thanks for helping me escape.”

"Oh Whumpee," purred a voice far less sweet, "You'll never get away from me." Caretaker's embrace turned vice-like.

"C—Caretaker?" Whumpee stuttered nervously.

"You know better than that," Caretaker's voice said in a tone that sounded far too much like Whumper.

Whumpee started thrashing desperately trying to free themself. All they managed to do was get the blankets tangled, only adding to their feeling of entrapment. "Let me go!"

"Now why would I do that?" They sounded amused. Whumper sounded amused, it had to be Whumper, they were speaking and acting exactly like them.

"Help! Help!" Whumpee shouted.

"Who's going to help you? Your precious Caretaker is out for the count, and nobody else is here. It's just us, Whumpee. My Whumpee." One hand trailed along Whumpee's cheek as the other arm tightened to keep them secure.

"No, nonono, I'm out, you died and I got away—"

Suddenly Whumpee was flipped onto their back, weight on their chest pinning them down. Caretaker's—Whumper's—hands wrapped their throat. They started squeezing as they shouted furiously. "You thought you could get away from me? You thought you would ever be 'free' of me? You thought you were safe? You're mine, Whumpee, the world can't shelter you from me. Not even your sweet, darling Caretaker."

Whumpee struggled in what was more an instictual panic than a lucid fight, but they were still small and weak from months of abuse and deprivations. Caretaker was stronger than them, but had only ever used that for protection and gentleness. Whumpee whimpered and gasped what little they could through the constriction on their throat. It tightened until nothing could get through.

"You will regret what happened that day. All of it," Whumper growled in Caretaker's voice.

The day in question flashed behind Whumpee's eyes. Freedom, running, Whumper dead, gone, Caretaker giving Whumpee safety. What was there to regret? They'd gained freedom and a friend, been rid of their tormentor.

Or so they'd thought. How was Whumper here?

Their thoughts spiraled and fragmented, becoming increasingly disjointed from lack of oxygen until black oblivion took them.

Sunlight peeked through the curtains, casting the room in a gentle golden glow. Whumpee's eyes cracked open as they sleepily came to.

Whumper! They shot up, heart pounding. An ache pulsed through their throat at the memory. They scrambled out of the tangle of arms and blankets around them, then looked down at…Caretaker? Whumpee caught a glimpse of Caretaker sleeping peacefully before they stirred, woken by Whumpee's frantic movement.

"…Whumpee? You alright?" they murmured. Soft and kind and concerned. There was no Whumper here. Only a friend. And looking around the room, with no signs of intrusion, Whumpee realized Whumper had never been there.

"Yeah. Just had a nightmare," Whumpee said, settling back down as relief rippled through them. Just a nightmare. Unpleasant, and enough to start their day wrong, but not able to do any more harm to them than that. Whumpee was able to reassure themself and find their sense of safety again.

Until later that morning, when they caught their reflection in the mirror and saw finger-shaped bruises circling their neck.