I like the idea of Destiny Guardians having innate knowledge that supercedes them being resurrected as Guardians. They just know shit.

Solar Hunter with cowboy hat and Celestial Nighthawk that as far as they know, has never stepped foot in Asia to see either its fauna or flora, somehow knows that in dire situations, you can get clean drinking water from inside of live bamboo.

Void Titan spends years perfecting his artistic skills with pen and paper to be able to accurately represent to his increasingly sceptical mentor that yes, he remembers the existence of dogs with squashed faces very clearly and yes, they were OK like that, sort of.

A freshly resurrected Arc Warlock's Ghost is very concerned that when she casted her very first Super, a Chaos Reach, she could only do so after a fairly lengthy incantation of sorts. Though he was even more concerned that upon arriving at the Tower, she found other Warlocks who were exactly the same, though none of them could remember where they learnt about the incantation. They quickly formed a Fireteam together; Fireteam Kamehameha.

Guardians that remember stuff.

there needs to be a music genre called "sounds like it could be homestuck music"

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i wonder why megalovania sounds like homestuck music. i wonder why. it really is such a mystery. it's crazy how megalovania sounds like it could be a song in homestuck. it would fit right into homestuck's ost. that's crazy. that's wild

Isn't Homestuck like a webcomic? Why does it have a soundtrack

Wasn't megalovania from undertale?

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the author of homestuck made the music for undertale? are you sure?

The world is healing

Isn't megalovania from an earthbound romhack

@garrettbrobinson

I got real petty over on the Facebook page and IT WAS GLORIOUS.

This is me, going to check out Legendary Books now…

Publisher: We think that the way the fantasy genre treats women is problematic so we’re going to try and do better

A Fool: If you don’t like it why don’t you make your own!

Publisher: That

That is literally what we just said we are doing

GUESS WHO’S BACK, BIGOTED FUCKWADS?

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BOY it feels good to be back in this particular saddle!

AHAHAHAHAHA we have a winner for today!

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@loopy-lolly-loo

if anybody like me a) lol’d and b) wanted to get my hands on that book series, here’s the link

This is magically what I’m looking for right now.

Hi Legendary Books, I’ll take one of everything.

I literally don’t have the space for any more physical books, but I’ve downloaded every Underrealm book on Kindle. I read The Alchemist’s Touch specifically because of this post and I seriously can’t recommend the Underrealm books enough. they are absolutely fantastic.

I don’t really read anymore, not like i used to. And of i get a masters this year like i am planning to then that isn’t going to change. But hell yes I’m going to go and buy these books because THIS is exactly the kind of thing that i want to support!

YISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

One day I will have a job and a bank account and I will have money from the job in the bank account and I will use some of the money to purchase these books

Hey did you

did you know

did you know we have a podcast now and you can literally listen to the books for free.

(You probably didn’t. That’s okay because it’s very new).

It’s slower than buying and reading them, but it’s great if you have no book budget but you do have some listening time!

You could also beg your local library to get them.  Just saying.

Asking your library to stock a book for you to read is one of the most helpful things you can possibly do for an author.

Caliborn, the most tranamasc cisgender homosexual straight man: my minions are men. You wanna ask my minions for their sex????? Thats fucking gross, fuck you, theyre men because I say theyre men. Im not gonna enter a homosexual relationship with them because I have a future wife that im saving myself for, now its time for me to think about dirk and jake exclusively

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You CANNOT keep this in the tags that is FUCKING hilarious

Anonymous asked:
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so if Karkat is likely the Corruption, what about the rest? what are their entities?

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OKAY SO I’ve actually decided to make it more like Karkat is catnip for every entity and therefore keeps surviving them and i don’t know for all of them but what I’m thinking is:

Rose: The Eye / Ceaseless Watcher / It Knows You. Not only is this entity ideal for any Seer, but it’s ESPECIALLY ideal for a Seer who has a penchant for searching for forbidden knowledge if it means gaining the power to Break Shit.

Kanaya: I’m going for Slaughter on this one I think, since Desolation doesn’t quite fit (she’s not enriched by ruining the lives of others) and the Hunt doesn’t necessarily fit either. It’s not the chase she revels in- it’s getting the kill done, at least in murderstuck.

John: The Lonely / The Forsaken. Originally considered the Vast for him just cause of the windy thing, but then I remembered that the lonely also encompasses the fear of isolation and otherness and encompasses Suburban Imagery Specifically and yeah. It’s up in the air whether he’s a victim or avatar of this one.

Jade: The Vast / The Falling Titan. Originally considered the Lonely for her considering her upbringing and time on the Golden Yard, but then remembered that the Vast encompasses the fear of infinity and meaninglessness. It’s kinda up in the air whether she’s a victim or an avatar of this one.

Dave: The End / Terminus. The fear of death and the inevitability of everything ending. Pretty self-explanatory for Dave.

Dirk: The Extinction / The World is Always Ending. Self-Explanatory.

You’re an ancient Greek man coming home from 4 months of war to find your wife 3 months pregnant. Now you’ve embarked on a solemn quest: to punch Zeus in the face.

Soon after you begin your quest, you encounter another man in a similar situation. You decide to join forces, as two mortal men stand a better chance at punching Zeus than one.

Two villages over, you encounter a woman who had relations with Zeus and was left with a highly aggressive half-boar half-man offspring. She too feels your anger and offers to join your quest.

By the time you reach Mount Olympus, you’ve amassed a large and formidable army of cuckolded/ravished mortals, demigods with daddy issues, mythical creatures with scores to settle, and a seamstress who you’re pretty sure is Hera in disguise.

Zeus never stood a chance.

What I find best about this scenario is that the original wife probably expected to be murdered for her infidelity at worst or have her relationship with her husband ruined as he grew to resent her baby, at best.

Instead this man looked at his beloved and said, “who did it?”

And she replied “Zeus,” accepting he probably wouldn’t believe her.

And then he sighed, strapped his sandals back on and said, “I’ll be back before the baby is born.”

“Where are you-?”

“The lord of the sky came into my house, molested my wife in my bed and ate my food. I am going to settle the score.”

“Darling, he’ll kill you.”

“He may try, if he would like.”

You’re so right, that IS the best part.

I’m personally caught up on the seamstress.

“The pathway up Olympus is guarded by dozens of traps and perils strong enough to thwart even the Titans. How are we going to get past all of…” the shepherd boy with golden eagle feathers gestured uselessly at the slopes above them, particularly the herd of eight-legged goats snorting fire.

“There’s a way around,” Yiorgos said, though he was not specifically asked. But he had been the first to begin the march on Olympus, and so felt obligated to take the lead whenever possible, “In the stories there’‘s always a way around whatever obstacles the Gods place in our way.”

He hadn’t meant the words to come out as a question, but they had that lilt to them none-the-less. And even though he hadn’t meant it to be a question, much less a question directed at anyone specific, it was directed at one all the same. Just as the eagle-feathered shepherd boy’s had.

“Way I heard it,” a woman’s voice said. Rough with the Mycenaean Greek equivalent of a backwoods accent, and with the depth of a farmer’s wife who straps cattle to her back to carry to market, “there’s a back path. Hidden behind an invisible door that only one key in the world can open.”  Everyone’s eyes had turned to the broad older woman in heavy shawl sitting amidst supplies in the foremost cart. “Least, that’s what my grand-mammy always told me.” she added after a moment of dozens of eyes on her.

“Oh, we were so foolish!” That was Lydia, a lithe waif of a woman, many months pregnant, sitting opposite the seamstress in the wagon. “Of course there’d be a.. a quest. They’d keep such a key in the depths of Tartarus or in the golden chariot of Apollo, or, or-”

Or”, the older woman cut her off in a voice both firm, but much gentler than she used on anyone else, “he’s like all husbands and has been promising to move the key someplace better for the past three thousand years but hasn’t gotten around to it.”  She gestured vaguely to the hillside, “Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was under, say, that bush right over there.”

It was. Of course. And everyone in the caravan agreed that it had been a very lucky and wise guess from the nameless woman and for the upteenth time since she first sat herself down in the front wagon and announced she was coming along with no further explanation, each and every last member very purposefully gave no further thought to the matter.

nonspace.