[[Hey guys. so I am finally up to date with all that homestuck has to offer (yay, claps for me.) So after a day filled with randomness and many, many homestuck references, my incredibly talented friend, the gorgeous Mr Mido Ringer [ ] began to doodle something. He started to draw me (right) and himself (left) This soon developed into our own homestuck-style adventure drawing. As the 'doodle' became more elaborate, I began to concoct a story in my head - (Part homestuck, part not). So here i am, writing it down for you. enjoy! ~ Liv x]]
'As the two onlookers recoiled in horror, The friends stared out toward the blinding light. The boy, accompanied by his trusty Gimpysprite, had never usually been one for confrontations but he grabbed his trust lollipop and readied it. Livv on the other hand, was far to slaphappy when armed with her ancient tome: 'early civilizations of the western world.' The book carried a heavy weight so this made it a handy tool when it came to defense. Mido tilted his head to the side, nodded and with an uneasy look shared between them, he took his first step towards the luminous object that now stood before them.
Livv: MIDO! ..W-wait.
Livv: Erm.. should we be doing this?
Mido: Why not.. it couldn't hurt to look?
Livv: But he told us to stay here. I don't know about this. S-somethings not right.
Mido: C'mon Livv, where's your sense of adventure?!
Cautiously, whilst trying not to be tripped up by Dinosprite, she followed her friend and the two inched ever closer to the blinding light that blocked the path before them. The once grey, mundane backdrop of their homeland lit up suddenly, as if aglow with the light of a million tiny fireflies. Some would have called it beautiful. Others, and by which i mean those who lived there, knew that the planet was incapable of beauty.. or atleast it was now. Mido knew his friend well enough by now to know she was obviously terrified. He grabbed her hand and gave it a gentle, friendly, reassuring squeeze.
Mido: 'You'll be ok Livv, You will.'
Nodding nervously, she squeezed back, their hands broke free and she followed close behind him. The presence before them glowed iridescently. It seemed stable but somehow oddly unstable at the same time. The image burned its way through Livvs mind, scorching her retinas as it wandered through the depths of her subconscious, searching, trying to unlock a memory: the memory of the last time she'd seen something like this. The night her father died. Her body began to tense as it became impossible to look at the radiating beem any longer. She could feel the memory writhing at the back of her mind.
Reaching out his hand and placing it onto the surface of the ball anxiously, Mido inhaled and exhaled sharply, the warmth of the mass all but burning his hand. No sooner had he removed his palm from its surface, the light began to mutate, letting out a blinding flash of siring white matter.
Livv whipped her head to the side swiftly to shield her from the rays. Her glasses uncontrollably flew from her nose and landed on the ground with a small but audible thud. She crouched to the ground, holding her knees, desperately searching for her black, thick-framed lenses. Finding them, she rapidly repositioned them atop her small, yet prominently formed nasal ridge.
On looking up, her deep brown eyes frantically scanned the landscape. Sure, the blast had impaired her vision, but there was one thing Livv was absolutely certain off: she could see no sign of Mido anywhere.'