Jade: davesprite, why are you so quiet today?
Davesprite: no reason
Jade: is something wrong?
Davesprite: no im chill
Jade: ...
Jade: : (
Davesprite: fine
Davesprite: why do you call me that
Jade: call you what?
Davesprite: davesprite
Jade: because you are davesprite!
Davesprite: no i mean
Davesprite: john calls me dave now
Davesprite: but you dont
Davesprite: why not
Davesprite: is it
Davesprite: because im not dave
Davesprite: to you i mean
Jade: well,
Jade: you are different from the other dave
Davesprite: right
Davesprite: you wouldnt wanna mix us up
Davesprite: wouldnt that be embarrassing
Davesprite: look its no
A Crying of Strings: Prologue by Haname15, literature
Literature
A Crying of Strings: Prologue
"Ahhh, I'm dying of boredom. ...Shall I walk the plank?"
A blond fellow, about five foot ten, strolled atop the deck of a pirates' ship. His left eye was covered in a dark patch that wound its way around his forehead and tied up in the base of his yellow- black striped hat. Both the man's ears were concealed beneath his hair, but a golden colored circlet dangled under the left, below his eye patch. Placing his tanned hands behind his head, the man sauntered past the ship's galley. His clothes did not move when he did. His brown pants, belt, and even his white, collared shirt made no movements in the wind. Not even his red and white str
"Rhea what's Valentine's Day?"
The shadows of frail new leaves dappled the ground on an unusually warm February day, and Rhea Snaketail was half asleep in a ray of sunshine. Her abnormally long tail was curled around her feet. The Jakkai was comfortable outside that day, even without the thick winter fur her race usually wore in the winter season. Rhea had been attempting to enjoy a rare moment of relaxation when her friend came to call, and she was not happy to be interrupted.
"Rhea? ...Are you asleep?"
Rhea's friend was a fellow with horns, purple fur, diminutive wings on his back, one ear with two piercings and the
Jade: davesprite, why are you so quiet today?
Davesprite: no reason
Jade: is something wrong?
Davesprite: no im chill
Jade: ...
Jade: : (
Davesprite: fine
Davesprite: why do you call me that
Jade: call you what?
Davesprite: davesprite
Jade: because you are davesprite!
Davesprite: no i mean
Davesprite: john calls me dave now
Davesprite: but you dont
Davesprite: why not
Davesprite: is it
Davesprite: because im not dave
Davesprite: to you i mean
Jade: well,
Jade: you are different from the other dave
Davesprite: right
Davesprite: you wouldnt wanna mix us up
Davesprite: wouldnt that be embarrassing
Davesprite: look its no
A Crying of Strings: Prologue by Haname15, literature
Literature
A Crying of Strings: Prologue
"Ahhh, I'm dying of boredom. ...Shall I walk the plank?"
A blond fellow, about five foot ten, strolled atop the deck of a pirates' ship. His left eye was covered in a dark patch that wound its way around his forehead and tied up in the base of his yellow- black striped hat. Both the man's ears were concealed beneath his hair, but a golden colored circlet dangled under the left, below his eye patch. Placing his tanned hands behind his head, the man sauntered past the ship's galley. His clothes did not move when he did. His brown pants, belt, and even his white, collared shirt made no movements in the wind. Not even his red and white str
"Rhea what's Valentine's Day?"
The shadows of frail new leaves dappled the ground on an unusually warm February day, and Rhea Snaketail was half asleep in a ray of sunshine. Her abnormally long tail was curled around her feet. The Jakkai was comfortable outside that day, even without the thick winter fur her race usually wore in the winter season. Rhea had been attempting to enjoy a rare moment of relaxation when her friend came to call, and she was not happy to be interrupted.
"Rhea? ...Are you asleep?"
Rhea's friend was a fellow with horns, purple fur, diminutive wings on his back, one ear with two piercings and the
It would seem I haven't been on dA much lately. Well, that's partly because life's been... sorta kinda slightly crazy. Also there is a website called tumblr that I happened to make an account on and I got sucked into the void, ehe.
To the friends I haven't talked to in a long while; I'm really really sorry about that! D:
If anyone wants to talk to me... please do!! Send me a note or a message or anything. I'm having a horrible attack of the shys and I'm afraid to make the first conversation attempt. But I miss y'all, really. :c
~Joshing3the7Kokiri (https://www.deviantart.com/joshing3the7kokiri) tagged me this time; here goes the journal-
Rules:
1. You must post the rules.
2. Each person must post 5 things about themselves in their journal.
3. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post, and create eleven new questions for the people you tag to answer.
4. You have to choose 11 people to tag and post their icons on your journal.
5. Go to their page and tell them you have tagged them.
6. No tag backs!
7. No stuff in the tagging section about "you're tagged if you're reading this". You legitimately have to tag 11 people.
( I think I might have actually taken a quiz like this before? I'm no
I ended up writing some short Homestuck fanfics, and I'm not sure if I should post them or not. Most of them ended up being about Dave, because I don't understand him and when I don't understand something I try to decipher it through writing.
The fanfics have some swearing, and a few of them mention character death; because this is Homestuck we're talking about. The fanfics range from dark to adorable. And of course they all contain spoilers, so if I did post them those who haven't read Homestuck yet or aren't caught up to the current updates shouldn't read them.
But what do you think? Should I post a few?
OHMIGAWD IN THAT JOHNVRIS FIC HANA THEY'RE TOUCHING EACHOTHER'S HANDS THEY'RE TOUCHING EACHOTHER'S HANDS oh my gosh this is the cutest thing ever ahhh <3
Lord, even when I have trouble all around me, you will keep me alive. When my enemies are angry, you will reach down and save me by your power. -Psalm 138:7