homestuck ocs in 2023....tch.....

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homestuck ocs in 2023....tch.....
A wip that I’m actually pretty proud of!
Meet Panora on a bad day
saved by the narrative bc my friends like my characters too much to let them die... LMAO so heres rhia at ~100+ sweeps
hairstyle doodles of rhia..... ohh how i love my sopping wet creature
i dont give rhia enough love :( so doodled this pagedoll for their TH page <3 plannin on finishing it tonight... . so much lore to write down
they/them!
Cyonah boy
Calliope resurrection: A theory
UU: i am a lime blood. UuU UU: while he's got the bright cherry blood, jUst like yoU all do. UU: not that this matters since we are alone here, bUt interestingly, in ancient troll cUltUre we woUld both be considered pariahs. UU: for different reasons of coUrse. those of his blood coloUr were very rare, existing by way of genetic glitch only. they were oUtcasts, having no place in the social order. UU: on the other hand, those of my blood coloUr were once actUally qUite common! bUt later they were all hUnted to extinction. GG: Jeez. Why? UU: details of the genocide are historically mUrky. it's one of those maddening voids in my Understanding of yoUr elaborate epic. UU: bUt i have specUlated their extermination had to do with the extremely powerfUl abilities they tended to have, and the threat to aUthority they represented. even more so than other powerfUl lowbloods. GG: Are you saying you have such powers? UU: maybe. :u
Extremely powerful abilities, huh? Whatever could they be...
Remember what the last thing was we saw of Calliope's dream body...
And the last thing we saw of the Uracil Jack...
That white patch of light has attracked a lot of attention. So what if, in another circumstantially simultaneous event...
> Jack: Wrap up conversation with the Droll.
The Prospitian hero is dead, so be ready to detonate at the appointed time. He says roger that, but wonders if there are any more orders after that. He asks, what about the other one? The one on our moon? And most importantly, is there any way to get the drop on him this easily? You say forget about that one. He's much trickier to deal with. You've got the Dignitary working on it now. You'll get a report from him soon when you return. You wouldn't have even bothered leaving in the first place, if that twofacing doublecrosser on Derse hadn't had that obsidian, chewy, terrier-shaped ace up his sleeve. He doesn't know what to say about that. Hang on. Something's happening here. You gotta go.
This can't be good. You better hit the road and blow this joint, before the dead broad takes all this limeblood you got all over her and makes a sorta... Lemon-Aid.
... What I'm getting at is, what if the limeblood's powers were lifey ones? Not Sburb-game lifey ones of course. But troll ones. Calliope wished to be a troll, maybe her dreambody inherited atleast the powers of a limeblood troll, if not the entire physical structure as well.
What could she resurrect as? Well...
Your name is KANAYA MARYAM. You are one of the few of your kind who can withstand the BLISTERING ALTERNIAN SUN, and perhaps the only who enjoys the feel of its rays. As such, you are one of the few of your kind who has taken a shining to LANDSCAPING. You have cultivated a lush oasis around your hive, and in particular, you have honed your craft through the art of TOPIARY, sculpting your trees to match the PUFFY ORACLES from your dreams. You have embraced the tool of this trade, which conveniently is the weapon of choice for those who would hunt the HEINOUS BROODS OF THE UNDEAD which crawl from the sand at sunrise to feast on the light and the living. It would be convenient if you actually hunted them, but it is of course far too dangerous, every bit as suicidal as attempting to poach the terrible MUSCLEBEASTS who roam at night. So you indulge in your bright fascination with the grim through literature. Just before the sun goes down and you join your flora in rest, you immerse yourself in tales of RAINBOW DRINKERS and SHADOW DROPPERS and FORBIDDEN PASSION.
Musclebeasts? Seen 'em. (They're part of the Heinous Broods of the Undead? Wow.) Rainbow drinkers? Check. Now, what could the shadow droppers be like? Ghosts? Vampires minus the bloodsucking?