THE GIGAPAUSE HAS BEGUNI've been thinking this over for the last few weeks, and I've decided now is the best time to suspend all regular updates until I've finished the story, rather than pausing just before I start on the final animation. When I'm done, I'll post it all at once. There are a lot of reasons why I think this is the best strategy.THE GIGAPAUSE HAS BEGUN by *XxShinySylveonxX
Primarily, it's about efficiency, and being able to work on the remaining (and likely the most difficult parts) of the story without distractions, or the added challenge of having to crank out the next serial update as fast as possible, which means I always have to stay totally linear with the work. This way I can produce the rest of it more comprehensively, prepare animation assets in advance, do more stuff in parallel, etc. It will go faster. And ultimately, I think it'll read better as one thing, rather than as a sequence tortuously spread out over time, as has been the norm for years. I think it's close enough to the end now to safely retire Homestuck as a s
In The Arms Of The Enemy 2 John sat on the edge of the bed while he watched Karkat folding clothes and putting them in his suitcase. “So... Who are we taking?”In The Arms Of The Enemy 2 by *Soporbunzee
Karkat was still uneasy about John going but he didn't think he'd be able to go without him. He had been running names through his mind all morning, trying to think of which people would be best to take. He could take three people plus John. He had already made up his mind on Sollux. He had to wonder though, would Sollux go without Dave or would he have to take Dave too?
He was sure he wanted to take Gamzee too but Gamzee wasn't a necessity and he couldn't afford to take anyone who wouldn't be worth the space and provisions. Kanaya. Yes, Kanaya would be worth the space. They would need a nurse. Okay one space left.
He couldn't think of who to take. He would figure it out later. He was paused in front of his suitcase and forgot John had even asked a question. John watched him curiously as he turned suddenly and stalk
Behind The King's walls 1== > Be the wandering messengerBehind The King's walls 1 by *Soporbunzee
His feet scraped against the damp pathway as he made his way along. His bag was drooping, sliding down his arm as he trudged through slush and sludge. There was no one around and if he wanted to he could just stop and ta-no he had to keep going. If master found out he was stopping for breaks, he wouldn't last long enough to finish his plan. He had worked so hard to think of such a good plan of escape; he wouldn't waste it.
He walked a little farther before he realized how cold and numb his feet felt. He willed himself to forget about it and keep going. He had to keep walking until dark; Just another hour. If he could keep walking for another hour, the sun would set and he could stop for the night. He kept going. His mind was numb as well. No thought could pass through his mind without freezing up in the cold. It was too much energy to try to think. He kept moving. If he stopped before finding a suitable resting place for the night, he would surely freeze
Behind the king's walls 3==> Be the PrisonerBehind the king's walls 3 by *Soporbunzee
John sat in his corner and watched Karkat from the corner of his eye. The troll sat with his back to the wall. John watched carefully as the troll pulled off a leather bag from his bag and opened it. John shrunk back when the blood red eyes of the troll turned toward him, "Hey, fuckass, you hungry?" John looked timidly over at Karkat and thought this over. Was he hungry? Yes. Did he trust this troll? A little. Was he willing to risk taking food from him? Absolutely.
He nodded his head quickly and watched with awe as the troll pulled out a large chunk of light brown bread. He smelled the warm aroma and waited longingly for the troll to give him some. He looked up at the troll and realized Karkat had been eyeing him, "How long have you been in here without food anyway?" John sighed quietly and thought about it, looking out the corners of his eyes, "I'm not sure. A month? A month and a half? They bring me a piece of bread about once every few days but it's hardly enoug
Behind The King's walls 4==> Be the Wandering MessengerBehind The King's walls 4 by *Soporbunzee
Karkat held tight to John and ran down the halls, careful to look around corners to keep from being spotted. Why was he even in this fucking mess in the first place? He wasn't even sure. He ought to just drop the letter on the floor and leave. But how would he leave without being questioned? He would end up just like John. He rounded a corner and spotted an open door. He jogged silently over to it, his leather shoes hitting the floor silently. He leaned in and saw it was empty. Of course, he knew how bad this could turn out if the owner of the room came in and he was caught, but he had no other option, he could hear the pounding footsteps of the guard. He jumped inside the room and ran for the closet. He opened the door and hopped inside, silently closing it behind him.
"Karkat c-could you put me down now?" Karkat looked down at John as he caught his breath and realized what he was doing. A sneer popped up on his face and he dropped the boy on the f