A few drawings of TS and my moon war ocs:3 (most of these are kinda old tho lol)
Headcanon: the Kaiser is a man of drama, not a man of practicality. His standard uniforms, despite looking cool, were actually really shitty. Luckily, soldiers were allowed to request alternative gear! Unluckily, it took forever to arrive. TS loved their outfits.
how come june isn't doing more cool stuff in that fight against those aliens? she seems kind of lousy there, and she keeps getting her ass kicked. she seemed like more cool when she fought dirk and killed everyone and retconned it.
this question gave me a good laugh. quite ballsy! normally i don't address this sort of criticism because imo the explanation is evident in the text, but because you asked it off anon i'm gonna actually give you an answer!
it's true that in the currently ongoing skirmish on the moon in godfeels 3, june isn't exactly doing a lot of heavy lifting fight-wise. and it's also true that in gf2 she was a lot more violent. you could, if you really wanted to, call that a plot hole or an inconsistent characterization. and if that's your opinion, well, i'm not a cop and ultimately your opinion won't stop me writing the damn thing, so who care!
but let's look at the context. in gf2, june has just come out of the closet to a shockingly skeptical group of people that she thought she could trust. in her anger and disappointment, she gets dangerously drunk and then on top of that licks calliope's juju. the extent of june's power as displayed in this section of gf2.2 and elaborated in a later chapter of gf3.1 is meant to be shockingly extreme, seemingly unlocked by inebriation and anger. the thing with the retconned murder spree is that she didn't really mean to do it -which, let's be clear, isn't remotely defensible in court as far as guilt and crime-doing are concerned, but IS relevant to this specific line of inquiry. her actions in 2.2 are by and large the reactions of a panicked animal with nuclear warheads for arms, and it's not until terezi shows up that she even gets a moment to really truly rest and collect herself and stabilize.
it is true that in 2.3, june arguably does some "cool" stuff. but let's remember that in this case, june is basically just an actor reciting the lines written by terezi. the "good plan" of 2.3's title is 100% terezi's work, even if they share equal credit on the billing. i would argue that the strongest display of personal agency and acting smart that june has in 2.3 isn't anywhere in the fight with dirk, but is in fact in her choice to let jade go with davepeta to fight lord english. that's the only aspect of the plan that didn't go according to, and it's ultimately the thing that saves everyone's asses when all their other contingencies fail. in fact, i originally planned for june to do what she was supposed to do with jade, but in writing the scene she naturally took over from me and decided on something else entirely. i'm admittedly a nerd about this kind of thing, but imo that's pretty cool.
so already we see that june is mostly a passive character even when she's doing drunken murders. she's reacting to circumstances and flailing, or otherwise operating under the guidance of someone who is much more accustomed to this sort of thing.
now let's look at june on the moon struggling to use a gun and getting her ass kicked handily. let's ignore the fact that facing an invading army from another universe while on the moon would be a disorienting experience for anyone, even someone like june who has survived the trials and tribulations of sburb (albeit almost seven years ago). what else might be causing her to struggle in the moon war?
consider that her very sense of reality is warped by memories of vriska's life which she remembers as her own, while versions of vriska and john argue incessantly in her head. consider that she's still having ptsd flashbacks to the events of 2.3, which only happened a few months ago. consider that she literally just got accosted by a mysterious woman in a murder robot who told her not to trust silverbark, and then got shot with a therapy bazooka that split her various selves into visible on-screen partitions so that she could watch her own insecure internal dialog as if it were a movie, and then had more memories that were not her own implanted into her brain without her consent by an alien force she couldn't see or hear. now she's on the moon, doesn't know who to trust, doesn't know if she can believe davepeta when they say that they've tried the nonviolent solution with these guys before, and just in general is frustrated that she can't seem to get a straight answer out of anyone.
also she tried to kill terezi in her sleep, like, a day ago. remember how that happened?
let's just say the word of the day here is "destabilization."
contextually speaking, i think it's more than justified that june isn't exactly behaving like a warweary superkiller space marine badass... because that's not what she is. you could argue that she's done stuff kind of like this before in sburb so therefore she shouldn't be so hesitant, but i'm gonna restress a previous parenthetical directly here and point out that the events of homestuck happened when june was 13-16. she's now approaching 23! that might not look like a very big gap, but i think one of the less spoken-about challenges you face as you careen headlong into your twenties is that things that used to come easily to you stop being so easy.
honestly i think i could just say "june's having a bad day" and leave it at that, but i wanted to take the opportunity to show that yes, i do actually think about the mechanics of all this stuff and how character motivations change over time, and yes i find this question rather silly and want to dunk on it a little. but i appreciate the free soapbox to shout about my own fanfic from!
When they get stuck in a fox-hole Jonny gets slightly too comfortable between Bertie and Tim, who decide to tell him how much he means to them when he freaks out about letting himself get affection.
On AO3.
Ships: Tim x Bertie x Jonny
warnings: Jonnys low self esteem and mentions of war. Tell me if I missed anything or if you want me to tag something!
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Jonny skidded into a fox-hole, Tim hot on his trail while Bertie held up the lead-sheet. This wasn’t an unusual situation to find themselves in, but what was different was that The Toy Soldier wasn’t there and that Bertie and Tim weren’t next to each other, instead sandwiching Jonny between the two of them.
This was a fact Jonny became aware of the moment the lead-sheet was lowered above them. His eyes flitted between Berties chest in front of him and the sheet above him as he cursed.
“What’s wrong?” Bertie asked concerned as he heard the swears.
Blushing Jonny said: “Nothing, nothing, just a tight fit.”
And that wasn’t a lie, the fox-hole wasn’t made for this many people and was smaller than the one they normally occupied back when TS was still with them, but it was mostly that Jonny felt awkward he had gotten between Bertie and Tim.
Bertie and Tim were always near each other and touching, it was clear how much they loved one another and now he was trapped between them in a small hot space without The Toy Soldier as barrier.
Don’t get Jonny wrong, he didn’t not want to be here, actually he would like nothing less then the comfort and closeness Bertie and Tim could give him, but he didn’t want to intrude on them or impose his own need for affection on them.
It had gotten a bit quiet after his reply, but there was a bit of shuffling, then Tim said: “I don’t think I can get backwards, this is made for two, sorry.”
“‘S alright. I don’t mind that much.” Jonny tried to backtrack, “Don’t worry about it, I’ll live.”
“Are you sure?” Bertie checked.
“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine.” Jonny waved his concern away.
He felt how the two others had shuffled away to press themselves into the wall as much as possible to give him as much space as possible. He was now able move a bit and the space immediately felt to big and cold, despite the cramped heat that was the reality.
Above them the alarms still blared but in the fox-hole it was silent. Jonny was well aware of how uncomfortable he had probably made the other two and was wracking his brain for something to say to make it right, but nothing came through the insults directed at himself.
With his thoughts somewhere else Jonny didn’t notice his rifle slipping of his shoulder, so when it suddenly dropped to the floor he yelped slightly and jumped, making him fall into Berties chest.
Before he could apologize Tim had a hand over his mouth and hissed: “Shush, I think I hear someone.”
The three of them froze as they listened. For a moment nothing happened, then they heard a gurgle and the sounds of someone sizzling. Berties eyes grew wide and he said: “Someone’s dying out there.”
“And we’re not helping them, love.” Tim told him with a stern look, moving his hand from Jonnys mouth to Berties shoulder as he looked him in the eye, “Whoever it is, they’re dead now, we are not risking it.”
Bertie looked up for a second, then relented. He put his hand on Tims and agreed: “Okay, we’ll stay.”
During the conversation they had all but forgotten about Jonny, who wasn’t going to point this out to them, instead focusing on how much taller the two were, a detail he hadn’t really noticed until they were literally talking over his head.
However, Bertie did notice, which in turn made Tim notice, making them both shuffle back with an apology.
Jonny missed them instantly and snapped: “For fucks sake, I don’t think you got an illness, we’re gonna be here for a while, please just stand normally, Jesus fuck.”
It was silent for a moment. Jonny was just about to start worrying if he’d said something wrong when Tim commented: “I don’t think fuck was his last name, but I never really paid attention in Sunday school.”
Bertie and Jonny laughed at that as everyone relaxed slightly as they waited for the minutes to tick by. It took a surprisingly long time to cook someone in a microwave and the Lunar Men never took chances, so microwave attacks could take a while.
So they just stood in their fox-hole and waited.
If The Toy Soldier were here, Jonny would be annoying it while Tim and Bertie held each other and whispered lowly.
Jonny missed that, missed TS cheerfully obliging him in reshaping its mustache or not minding him fiddling with the buttons on its uniform.
Now that he thought about it, he missed the others too. He might have enlisted on his own, but that was because there was nothing better to do on the stupid planet he had been dumped on as punishment.
He hoped the other were okay, he hoped Ashes was protecting Nastya like they’d promised and Brian wasn’t letting the loneliness of the cockpit get to him and that Ivy wasn’t letting herself get lost between her books. He even hoped The Toy Soldier was having fun on the other side.
All these emotions hit him when he looked up and saw Bertie staring lovingly at Tim, who was most likely behind him staring back.
Here he was, in a random solar system, on a random moon, in a tiny fox-hole all by himself keeping two people from getting a bit of comfort. He always ruined relations between people, that’s why he had been dumped there, apparently plotting against the captain was mutiny and unacceptable.
The sadness of it all was almost funny.
His knees buckled slightly beneath him and he could hear himself make a noise that could be interpreted as both a laugh and a sob.
Meeting Berties chest with his forehead, the other asked: “Jonny? Jonny, are you alright?”
Jonny leaned for a moment, then sighed: “I’m fine, I’m fucking fabulous.”
He was sure Tim was about to make a smart-ass comment about that when the alarms cut out, signaling the attack was over.
“Oh thank fuck.” Jonny released a breath as he started to climb out of the fox-hole, but before he could get far, he was tugged back down by Tim, who returned his hand over Jonnys mouth as he shushed him and whispered about a fast infantry attack right after a few days back.
Tim was about to loose a finger to Jonnys teeth when they heard footsteps and rifles firing. Bertie and Tims hearts beat in their throats as they silently waited for the footsteps and fighting to go away, so that they would be safe.
They tensed up at the footsteps directly above them and prayed the Lunar Men wouldn’t notice the slight change in sound when they hit the lead-sheet.
Unconsciously Tim had started inching closer to Bertie, taking Jonny with him. With the extra weight above them, a bit of the wall crumbled, making Tim come forward even more.
Jonny was now really pressed tightly between the two. Tims hand was still over his mouth, while his other arm was around Jonnys waist from where he had put it to keep Jonny from leaving the fox-hole. Bertie meanwhile had wrapped his left arm protectively around Tim, squishing Jonny into his chest, as his right aimed his rifle up, ready to fire.
The seconds seemed to pass like hours, but soon the footsteps walked on and after that the rest of the noises ceased as well.
Three pairs shoulders released the tension in them, well, two pairs of shoulders, Jonny was already quite relaxed. He was practically held upright by the two other and he’d gone boneless in the unfamiliar comforting warmth, beneath his ear he could hear Berties heart beating steadily and there was no place he’d rather be right now.
With the immediate danger gone Bertie and Tim now seemed to notice the limp form of Jonny in their arms. They looked down, faces full of concern that Jonny had accidentally gotten killed, but instead found him peacefully leaning against them with his eyes closed.
For a moment neither knew how to proceed. They had never seen Jonny so relaxed and it felt wrong to take that from him.
They shared a look, before they looked back down again as Jonny rubbed his face into Berties chest and sagged even further into them. Softly Bertie said: “Hey there, buddy. Are you awake?”
Jonny frowned slightly at that and mumbled: “Jus’ a littl’onger.”
So apparently Jonny was on the edge of coherency, if Bertie and Tim had to guess it was the nights of staying up to keep watch, not trusting the others to do it, catching up on him as well as a general lack of affection they had observed in him.
If it were a day off in camp when this had happened, they wouldn't hesitate to keep Jonny close and deal with the fall out later if he didn’t return their feelings, but they were in an active war zone right now.
“Jonny, I’m sorry, but I’m afraid that’s not possible right now.” Bertie nudged him again, making him pout.
“Wake up, you fucking donut, we don’t have time for this right now. Can I tempt you with hugs if we survive today?” Tim shook him a bit.
That worked slightly better as Jonny frowned, then blinked blearily, before his eyes snapped open and he tumbled backwards from Berties chest into Tims. He quickly apologized: “Oh my god, I don’t know what happened there, uhm, yeah, so that’s awkward, let’s forget that ever hap-”
“Jonny.” Tim interrupted him, “It’s alright.”
“But I-”
“Just let it be, it’s fine. How about we get out of here and we’ll talk when were safe, because I don’t know about you, but I rather not get trapped in here again.” Tim said.
“Good.” Bertie smiled, before giving him a boost out of the fox-hole, after which he climbed out as well and pulled Tim up.
Jonny was still blushing and pointedly not looking at Bertie or Tim as they made their way back to camp, hoping to catch the Lunar Men between them and rest by surprise on the way there.
Luck was on their side and they, not swiftly but close enough, got rid of the Lunar Men that had walked over them previously. It was a short and violent battle and afterwards Jonny seemed more like himself.
They arrived in camp bloody and to the surprise of everyone, who had assumed they’d died out there with the rest.
After they had collected their rations, Jonny tried to sneak away unnoticed, but when you’re 5ft of concentrated drama that is quite hard and Tim and Bertie easily steered him to their usual hangout spot.
By the time they got there Jonny was quieter and he let himself be pushed down onto the ground, which he started to inspect in detail, not meeting anyone’s eyes.
Bertie sighed, then said: “Jonny…”
Apparently that was enough for whatever had been brewing inside him to burst out: “I’m sorry about what happened back there, I don’t even know why I did that. It was weird and I didn’t mean to do it, so don’t be mad. I won’t do it again, I promise that I won’t.”
They’d gotten a bit overwhelmed by the sudden stream of words, but now they’d gathered their bearings a bit and Bertie quickly said: “Jonny stop, stop, it’s okay, just take a breath.”
Jonny did just that, falling silent for just a moment, a moment that Tim quickly took to assure him: “We didn’t mind, Jonny, I don’t know what your brain is telling you, but it was fine.”
He and Bertie sat down on either side of Jonny. Jonny was tense and poised to leave, but he didn’t seem so stressed anymore, just uncertain.
It was quiet for a moment, then he asked: “Why?”
“What?” Bertie asked.
“Why are you two not super mad at me right now? I got between you two, literally, was annoying about it and then almost fell asleep like some sort of crazy person while we were supposed to be alert and ready and I just didn’t do all that. So why aren’t you mad at me?” Jonny was sounding very confused, a few tears beginning to form.
It broke their heart to see Jonny so confused and upset about them wanting him around. Bertie started to move, but halted the action and asked: “Can I touch you right now?”
Jonnys brow furrowed in confusion, but he nodded, which was enough for Bertie who wrapped an arm around him and said: “We’re not mad at you, because we would like nothing more than to see you comfortable and relaxed for a moment. We want to do that for you.”
Beside him Tim nodded and leaned into Jonnys space as well, making him as comfortable as possible while Jonny thought about that.
He was silent, then he softly asked: “Why would you want to do that? You already have each other and I’m just annoying.”
Bertie and Tim shared a glance, a silent agreement to beat the shit out of everyone who had made Jonny feel like that, before they focused back on the task at hand.
“Because we care about you. It might seem hard to believe in your eyes, but you are so worthy of that, sweetheart.” Tim had always been one for petnames.
“Yeah, we might love each other, but we love you too.” Bertie continued Tims starting point, “You are so soft looking and cute that I just want to wrap you into a hug and never let go and kiss you and tell you it’s all gonna be alright.”
Jonnys face now resembled a neon light with how much he was blushing as he ducked into himself slightly, soaking in their embrace while he processed that all.
Then, so soft it was almost inaudible, Jonny whispered: “I’d like that even if I can’t believe it.”
Immediately they brightened up, they had known Jonny might be insecure or even not into the whole thing, so this was a good outcome all things considered. Tim wasted no time situating Jonny between his legs, so that he could lean against his chest, while Bertie sat in front of him carefully feeding him his rations.
For a moment it seemed Jonny was going to protest against it, but Tim had wrapped his arms around him, pinning his own slightly, so he had relented and by the end his eyes were almost slipping close as he calmly accepted spoonfuls of food.
When the food was gone, Bertie helped Tim and Jonny lay on their side in the tent. The day had already been long and unpleasant and here in the middle of base camp they were at least safe enough to rest peacefully.
Tim spooned Jonny from behind and Bertie embraced him from the front, peppering his face with little pecks that made Jonny giggle. Yes, honest to god giggle, it seemed like either he was too tired to fight it or high on affection, but that didn’t stop Bertie and Tim from fawning over him until he cracked open one eye and grumbled a bit, only earning him more coos.
Jonny looked like he belonged there, his face was slack, making him look more youthful, and his limbs were warm and pliant in their arms as he hummed contently at the snuggles. Tim behind him fit too as he gently kissed the top of Jonnys head and held him tightly. Like he was made for the two of them.
Bertie admired them for a moment, then he squeezed both his boys tightly and promised: “I’m gonna make sure neither of you forget how loved you are.”
