Homestuck OC rp blog. Independent and canon divergent. By the-composite-doll
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"It's..." Stelle was astounded, "It's incredible..." She had her luggage, and was taken by servants to get set up, dressed, and ready for the ball properly.
She would reappear not long after, dressed in a Pierrot costume. It was pristine white with black accents, her makeup in the classic style. If anything, Stelle appeared more as a duitiful servant versus a dignitary.
@itisweselton
It had been planned for when the Veil thinned. Stelle embraced Acer, bidding him goodbye.
She was off to Weselton, to finally meet others face to face. She had a suitcase of her things, and a costume for a masquerade ball that she was invited to on behalf of the Duke.
The other case had gifts for the Duke, to show her gratitude. Books of Harmonian tales, maps, gemstones...
She hoped to make a good impression as she went through the doors, to enter the waking world for the first time.
@itisweselton
It had been planned for when the Veil thinned. Stelle embraced Acer, bidding him goodbye.
She was off to Weselton, to finally meet others face to face. She had a suitcase of her things, and a costume for a masquerade ball that she was invited to on behalf of the Duke.
The other case had gifts for the Duke, to show her gratitude. Books of Harmonian tales, maps, gemstones...
She hoped to make a good impression as she went through the doors, to enter the waking world for the first time.
“Have you heard? Lone Moon’s veil will be thin enough soon! It means I can finally see the waking world! Maybe I’ll find my brother!”
(lone-moon-pierrot) "Ah, Soldan! You, uh.." Stelle stepped out in a pressed, lily white Pierrot outfit. She was holding the cap in her hands, her makeup not yet done. "Hi, um, I made a new outfit."
"Hm? Ah, Hiya Stelle! That's really well made outfit, I currently have one in progress! Taking my time with it though, I want to make ssure detailss aren't russhed."
Harmonian Culture: Pierrot Clowns
(Mira Fujita, others unknown/vintage)
The White Pierrot is typically depicted as wearing monochrome, most commonly white (though black is worn too). In many of the tales starting on Harmonus and from other universes that had Trolls, the White Pierrot represents innocence, softness, and mystery. In Hemospectrum folklore, some Highbloods would dress trusted servants this way, even hiding in their own illegitimate or adopted children (Marbled Highblood did so with Anoint Cadrea and Fiauna Nasrin).
It is believed the white coloration would reveal injury to a leading Highblood, and a proper one would render aid and seek vengeance.
(Various vintage art: two unknown, Arlecchino ad, unknown)
Harlequin Pierrot are more colorful, conveying a character of mischief and merriment. This look was often worn by those skilled as oracles, as well as messengers between Highblood and cohorts. The colors are eye-catching, and also disguise any possible clue to the wearer's actual blood color. Harlequin also train newer Pierrot.
(Image Credit: ShotsforPassion)
At gradoise events, Highbloods would dress up all Pierrot and Harlequin to the nines as a display of wealth. Mannequins were also dressed in extra costumes. These lusciously dressed characters were expected to be silent and be part of the decor (just as well, as movement wasn’t easy). Some dramas also depicted assassins hiding among them, or quadrants blossoming in secrecy.
Acer rumbled an affirmative.
Stelle smiled, but noticed things becoming hazy. "Oh... Oh, you are waking up? I guess we will meet again, sometime."
Open RP
The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.
The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.
It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?
✏️ for Stelle?
Incorrect Quotes!
Soldan: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine! Stelle: How can you still say that? Soldan: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.
Soldan: Someone will die. Stelle: Of fun!
“Drones such as Acer are…. Enforcers for Her Imperious Condescension. In exile, Acer raised me. He is my Lusus, or parental custodian. He is an alarming sight to those who do not know him.”
Gazing out, Stelle sang several notes, and the beast appeared.
He towered over them, but knelt low and let Stelle cup her hands under his chin. He rumbled deeply, clearly caring about his small charge.
“Acer, this dreamer is His Excellency, the Duke of Weselton. He is a visitor.”
Open RP
The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.
The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.
It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?
All of the official promotional pieces/cover art I’ve done for the game(s), no logo version this time on Act 2′s. Everyone asks why is xefros so nervous? Who is he looking at? Well… hmm. I do wonder!
(Picrew Credit)
Multimuse, canon divergent and expanding Homestuck OC RP blog
Penned by the-composite-doll, activity depending on threads and energy levels.
"Acer is my Lusus, my guardian... Parent. He raised me here on Lone Moon."
Another long growl.
"Acer is from Alternia, an Empire that Harmonus warily considers a trade partner." Stelle looked to where the growling came from. "However to most dreamers, Acer appears frightening."
Open RP
The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.
The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.
It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?
Yayoi Kusama
Infinity Mirrored Rooms
Valerio Minato's photo that won the Astronomy Picture of the Day Contest by NASA on December 25th, 2023.
In the picture: the moon, the Monviso Mount and the Basilica of Superga (on the Superga hill) outside Turin are all aligned. it took him 6 years to take this shot (and I take it as an example to never give up on your dreams).
“I hope this will help. Acer is in contact with ones on Harmonus, so he should have something arranged!”
There was a deep rumble heard around, and Stelle giggled, “Thank you Acer!”
“The Veil thins soon, so maybe I can finally see Harmonus myself.”
Open RP
The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.
The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.
It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?
Weighing in at up to 700 pounds, the elk stands as one of the biggest deer species on earth. But don’t think that just because an elk is large that it’s slow. A mature bull can run as fast as 40 miles per hour – they’ve even been able to outrun horses in short races.
“There is the Medical Mission, the Aurora Lark III…. They provide medical care no matter what caste patients are.” Stelle showed Edgar the ship from a book, “They have also provided the tools for infrastructure.”
Open RP
The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.
The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.
It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?
"He wished to have the dough, yes?" Stelle responded
"Why did the outlaw, hold up the bakery?" Soldan telling bad jokes, a sigh that she's in a good mood or just wanting to throw out some humor for fun.
“I go to you at night along the road of dreams.”
— Ono No Komachi, excerpt of “My longing for you—”, trans. by Jane Hirshfield with Mariko Aratani in The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems by Ono No Komachi & Izumi Shikibu, Women of the Ancient Court of Japan
(Picrew Here)
Your name is Stelle LaLune and you are nearing 9.5 Sweeps of age.
Your interests include ancient trees, wandering the Moon Palaces, and Pierrot.
You have lived on the Lone Moon since you were a grub, nurtured by an Exiled Imperial Drone, Acer. You like Acer, but he also mentions you have an adoptive older brother somewhere, beyond the Lone Moon. You know you are here because it is safest, but also lonely. You have learned to craft prophetic dreams to warn of future events. Your main concern is for a certain Tree that Holds All.
You are supposedly a Blood Color that was extinct, but brought back to life.
Your Trolltag is AcaciaTapestry and you tend to bold for emphasis. You use a lot of dream symbolism as well. Kind of annoying.
(picrew here)
Your name is Palmia Nasrin, and you spent your 8 Sweeps of life in the Wilderwood.
You enjoy exploring, foraging with Rennoh, and chasing off Poachers.
The Wilderwood of Harmonus is home to all kinds of beasts and monsters. You are quite at home with them, as you had been with the Golden Hind since you were a Pupate. Something about a fawn unjustly killed so the village leadership threw you to the rampaging doe. Whatever. Doe Mother loves you, and her herd is your family.
Your Orange blood isn’t at all indicative of your nature. You are tall, bold, and are not afraid of anyone who comes into your territory. If it’s Rennoh, though, well, you know where the good forage is. You trust the light of your Lantern to guide the way.
What’s a Trolltag? Sounds gross.
(picrew here)
Your name is Rennoh Cadrea, and you are just 8 Sweeps old.
Your interests are related to nature, particularly foraging in the Wilderwood.
You have lived as an orphan in this rural village in Harmonus, though you spent your formative years under the care of an Imperial Drone called Acer. You had helped him revive an ancient crystallized blood sample, creating a baby grub sister. You knew, though, that they were safest on Lone Moon. You miss them. The sound of your Bell is soothing, and calls back to a lost ancestry.
It was for the best. After all, you know your Classpect is likely fatal, should too many Sessions kill the Tree That Holds All.
Your blood color is no one’s business. That’s rude to ask. [He is a purple blood]
Your village has no Internet, so you don’t have a Trolltag. Bummer.
You noticed your village seems to be full of Blood Poachers…