Alright so just a few words about this homestuck stuff. I’m just done. After the epilogues, I don’t have any emotional bandwidth left for any of this bullshit. I genuinely don’t feel anything about homestuck2 but a little bit of disdain. The epilogues were just so abhorrent to me that they forced me emotionally disengage with homestuck, which had been incredibly important to me. The existence of the epilogues in the fan consciousness changed the landscape of the fandom into one that is exhausting for me to navigate it and has slowly worn down my energy and passion. Leading up to 4/13 this year, I had a lot of different Homestuck fan projects in the works, but after the epilogues, I stopped working on almost all of them and at this point, most of them will probably remain unfinished. I still love homestuck, but as my quiet on this blog might have suggested, hussie’s antics these past months has left me too burned out to make homestuck fan content for the time being. That isn’t to say I never will again, I just probably won’t for quite some time. With that being said, I don’t know where this blog is headed from here; I might post fanart for other fandoms or some of my personal art, but I don’t really know right now. Time will tell.

callmearcturus: I would like to apologize for and recant any good faith I offered to the Homestuck epilogue. If you have not read it, I am begging you. Please talk to someone who has and get a lowdown. It’s upsetting. It’s vicious. It does fun monkey’s paw bullshit like “your fave is trans! oh but your other fave is now a transphobe!” It’s more intensely reader aggressive than anything we’ve ever seen in Homestuck before. I am left with just two questions: Who is this for? What is the point? Because from where I am sitting, looking at my entire friendgroup who is upset and personally hurt and several who resorted to crying or to fucking drinking away this bullshit, the only conclusion that currently makes sense to me is a purposeful attempt to nuke the fandom and make everyone turn on Homestuck. I have a saying I repeat a lot. “All stories are for someone, but not every story is for everyone.” I don’t know who this story is for, but I know that it’s not for us. And there is a deep abiding sadness to having something that was important to you, maybe even helped shape who you are, and see that thing turn on you with claws. But in my opinion, the epilogue is not for us. Do not hurt yourselves, do not force yourselves to read it out of some sense of obligation to an old love. This is not that thing anymore. Take care of yourselves.