#summfang

[guardianska]

vriska and tavros kin d8ted as summoner and mindfang FALSE

in the 8eforan timeline treea8oo and swansong were in love and then aranea and rufioh kin d8ted as those two, it ended up carrying over to post scratch timeline and then mindfang and summoner d8ted and vriska and tavros d8ted unknowingly repeating the situ8ionship they have in every universe. 8ecause of t4t yuri. TRUE

[sayakxmi]

monster.

Homestuck | The Summoner♥Marquise Spinneret Mindfang

"Do you think trolls can change?"

Her voice latches onto you like a spiderweb, and you turn your head toward her, not sure how to feel about the strange wistfulness in her attitude, nor the drunken slurness of her words.

Spinneret Mindfang is beautiful, you have known this since the night you first laid your eyes on her. From the well-defined shape of her body hardened by sweeps of fighting, through the mane of her hair that encapsulates her dangerous nature, to the face that had no right to look so delicate and precious, the hidden softness she only ever allowed you to witness.

This night, in the dimming light of the candle, she looks exhausted, her age painting on her face a picture of a long, tumultuous life.

It's a warning sign you make a note of, and in spite of her clearly far from sober state, opt to take things seriously.

"I… want to… want to believe so… yes," you duck out after a moment of hesitation.

She's never minded your stuttering, only worried about other trolls perceiving it as a sign of uncertainty, not that you weren't aware of that yourself.

'I'll practice with you, if you wish.' She grinned one day, then winked with her good eye. 'I've got some rhetorical skills to share.'

Right now, she chuckles in her cup.

"What if it's the Empress or someone just as atrocious who wants to change? Would you still believe it possible?"

'Can you keep loving me while knowing what I've done? All the stories of the pirates, the absolute depths of depravity they have reached… I have done this. If you ever think for a moment that this is a line no one would have crossed, I have. There's no crime I haven't committed, Summoner. I have long since changed my ways, but that doesn't erase my past.'

You've known better than to doubt her words back then. She lies to others, but never to you, she'll give you the barest of minimums, she'll make you work to reach the conclusion, but it will be the ultimate, undeniable truth.

You wonder, not for the first time in your life, what would The Sufferer say? You've heard of him from his believers, you've learnt his sermons by bloodpusher. A troll of prestigious skills when it came to speaking, not you who can't finish a full sentence without anxiety overriding your whole thinkpan.

'You speak from your bloodpusher, with the passion of a true believer,' she said at some point, grinning, with a small glint of Something Red in her eye. Back then you hadn't known yet she was the one, but a part of you felt it that night, you're certain. 'I'll be there with you, every step of the way. So, speak. You will never be without my support.'

You take a deep breath. It doesn't calm you down, but you've found out early in your life that the world won't wait for you to gather your courage.

You look her in the eye now - this is not a question you can mumble your way through - and what you find there is not sorrow but a challenge. Tired and desperate, so unlike her usual, confident self, but a challenge nonetheless.

And just like that, your nerves steel, and your voice returns. 

"That… depends," you say. 

You hold her gaze with no wavering as her alcohol-glazed eye widens, watching you slowly approach her, only to kneel on one of your legs, so your faces can level with each other.

"Do they truly want to?" Your voice is barely above a whisper. "Do they genuinely regret their choices? Are they doing everything in their power to make up for it?"

You sound so sure of this.

You're a disgusting liar.

She turns her head just when you manage to catch a glimpse of something wet and blue in her eye, but you take her face in your hands and move it back. 

"I love you," you say as you plant a light kiss on her forehead, then allow her entire head to lay on your chest. Her horns only barely manage not to stab you in the throat.

Even at her most vulnerable, she’s the personification of danger. And you hold her close with no intention of ever letting go.

You're not a good person, you admit to yourself not for the first time. No matter what others say, no matter what she says, you're not actually that good, you’re not good at all.

You love her, and you don't love the Empress, and to you, this makes a world of difference. 

She could break your spine, tear off your wings and horns, slaughter cities and villages, and you'd still see the Cobaltblood who gave you the gentlest, most beautiful smile in your candle-lit tent, who traced the bloody writings on the walls of The Disciple's cave with care and fear you wouldn't have accused her of. You'd see the woman who'd sit down every other night with a cup of tea and write down in one of her journals, so wistful and so serene. Who'd judge your plans and draw you maps. Who'd tell you stories of conquests, of a lifetime of travels.

She is beyond any law and beyond any reason, and you have always been a fool.

What would The Sufferer say if he knew? Would he be disappointed that the one who's called the successor of his ideals binds his morality to his whims? Would he dub him no better than the Empress they both fight against, the only difference being a pure chance of his affections being directed at the enslaved casts?

You should be disappointed in yourself, you know, and a part of you is, you have no doubt. But it’s Aranea's cool body you feel, not your Savior’s, it’s her companionship and love you cherish above all else, not his mercy.

You don’t care if the trolls can change or not, you will not say out loud. 

The monster is only a monster until you love them.

[rhythmic-idealist]

Mindfang/Summoner song suggestion: Viva La Gloria by Green Day

Ooh man, “¿Viva la Gloria?” or “¡Viva la Gloria!”? I wouldn’t have thought of it (I do know the songs - I LOVE Green Day and love 21st Century Breakdown) but I like it!

I’m assuming it’s exclamation-point Viva la Gloria, because:

“Look out at the setting sunBrink of your vision

Eternal youthIs the landscape of a lieThe cracks of my skin can proveAs the years will testify

Say your prayers and light a fireWe’re going to start a warYour slogan's a gun for hireIt’s what we waited for”

I definitely see it - and it has that nice air of Mindfang waiting for him, and her rocky past/familiarity with hard battles addressed at a more naive listener, but not in a discouraging way. Which is part of why I love this song, its loving feel. I’m a sucker for “love in the middle of an uncertain revolution.”

To me Christian and Gloria are such defined characters that I wouldn’t even have made the connection by myself! It’s growing on me more and more oh no here come the feelings. Nice.

[guardianska]

Would the evil version of Tavris be Aranea x Rufioh/j

okay so this is meant to be a joke post but i actually think the evil version of tavris is mindfang x the summoner.

[guardianska]

hear me out, the story of mindfang and the summoner as a retelling of orpheus and eurydice.

a story that you already know the end to. you know it ends in tragedy.

and the tragedy of orpheus and eurydice is not that he messed up and couldn't bring her back because he was like bad at it, HE TURNED AROUND BECAUSE HE LOVED HER.

and its the same with summoner and mindfang. we know its doomed from the start. even mindfang knows its doomed from the start. but the thing that really sets it in stone that they are doomed, and that no amount of character development or love is going to save them from their fates.

we don't even knowww much about them!

BUT SUMMONER LOVED MINDFANG AND THATS WHAT DOOMED HER. SHE WAS DOOMED TO BE KILLED BY HER MATESPRIT. IF HE DIDNT LOVE HER SHED BE ALIVE BECAUSE THEY WOULDNT BE MATESPRITS.

HE LOVED HER AND THATS WHAT DOOMED HER.

not to even fucking mention that all we know is that they are doomed and as like... summfang shippers,,, we too know how it ends yet hope for a better ending.

[thescyfychannel]

kinda something like

Here’s my @homestuck-secret-santa for @candlesandstuff!! SEE SO I ACTUALLY DID YOURS EARLY. AND LEFT IT AT MY COLLEGE. WHICH IS WHY THIS IS A LITTLE LATE.

But I’ll post the other one as SOON as I get back to my dorm, and in the mean time, here’s the one I whipped up!! Hope you like it :D

            She’s kinda something like color, and kinda something like light. You wouldn’t really call it life, but there’s a…there’s a vibrancy about her, like she’s painted in a much more saturated hue than the rest of the world.

So yeah, she’s kinda something like color and light, but, uh. Maybe not in a way that’s safe to trust.

  You met her ex on a Saturday, in that bar she didn’t like. From the looks of him, you could see why she didn’t like it. After one conversation, you could see why she didn’t like him.

Or at least—didn’t now. Maybe that was the kind of thing she used to love. Or used to love to hate.

(“It wasn’t a good relationship,” she told you, and you believed her completely)

 “What’s she told you so far?” He asks you, over whiskey on the rocks. A lot, you want to tell him—where he was from, what he was like—how he never needed anything, never wanted for anything. How infuriating he was.

You shrug. “Not that much.” It’s pretty easy to tell that he doesn’t believe you. But he looks amused, and you raise your glass to him. “Has she always been like that?”

He nearly snorts out his drink. “It was a bit more of a, well. Hate thing, for us.” Yeah, you can believe that.

(“You don’t have to blame yourself if you miss him,” you said, and she laughed.)

  And you went stumbling home, most definitely drunk—arm around the fucking asshole that Spin used to date, either he was keeping you up or vice-fucking versa, and you weren’t even sure—and Spin opened the door, looking…you weren’t sure. Gorgeous, definitely, she was always gorgeous.

“I honestly can’t say I’m surprised,” she sighed, looking the pair of you over. Ampora gave her a brilliant grin, waving his hand, and—when did he get a Santa hat? You wanted a Santa hat—the fuzzy puffball on the tail end of his hat went swinging into your nose. You sneezed, and he laughed—and Spin sighed, standing back to open the door even further. “Was this really necessary?”

It could hardly be considered your fault for forgetting that he couldn’t stand up so well right now. You couldn’t stand up either, and he had a Santa hat (which was still unfair), and Spin was looking so beautiful.

It could definitely be considered your fault that you pulling away to give Spin a hug sent both of you toppling face first into the snow.

(“What if things had been different, though?” She said, looking at you carefully. “I might not have met you.”)

  The woman you loved could be fucking evil some times—and she proved it, bright and early, Christmas Eve-morning, with the loudest Christmas music she could find to wake you up from your hangover.

“What the hell, Spin–” You pause, attempting to move. The pounding in your head doesn’t help. Neither does the still unconscious, accented, asshole, ex, lying sprawled across you, on the goddamn couch. “Was this. Was this absolutely necessary.”

“Completely,” she drawled, holding a mug of something hot and steaming. It was almost as unfair as the Santa hat. “It was adorable.”

“Oh god.”

“You snuggled.”

“This is only going to get worse, isn’t it.”

“I have pictures.”

 You groan, and drape an arm over your face. “Spin, I swear to god, if you love me, you’ll delete them.”

She snorts. Yeah, you didn’t expect her to go for that one anyway. But her expression softens, as she looks at the two of you, and you glance down at him again.

“I still hate him, you know.”

You nod.

“…we’ll see how things turn out. Hell, it’s Christmas. Might as well.”

           Something deep inside you eases slightly, and you run a hand over your hair. “…thanks.”

           She nods, and heads for the kitchen. Part of you is hoping for a second Christmas miracle and some coffee—on your lap, Ampora mutters something and shifts a little more.

           (“I don’t know,” you say, taking her hand. “But I think—for the people who believe in this kind of thing—if it’s meant to be this way, you’ll find each other. No matter what.”)

              She’s kinda something like light, and he’s kind of something like the sky before a storm hits. You couldn’t call it anything but light, and watching them, damn. It’s color and movement and motion—something like a storm, something like life. Like they’re repainting the world in their own damn colors.

           And yeah, they’re kind of something terrifying, maybe. But maybe in a way that you might try and trust.

[teoceearts]

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[askthepiratequeen]

Needed, no. 8ut if you have an ever fretting m8sprit, who is very good at 8eing annoying, you’ll agree to wearing this kind of ridiculous 8ullshit so he won’t cry over every scratch.