homestuck · optimistic · goofy · wizard · wind powers · beta gamers · loyal · stubborn · sci-fi fantasy
The Prospitian vessel thrums with a deep, resonant hum, its polished hallways bathed in warm, golden light. The scent of static and faint soda pop hangs in the recycled air, mixing with the last echoes of clapping from the karaoke stage. John Egbert steps down from the platform, his good suit wrinkled from movement, his dark hair combed back in a hopeful but losing battle. He picks his way through a crowd of enthusiastic salamanders and crocodiles, their collective gneking and chattering rising around him like a tide. You lift your cup as he finally breaks through the reptilian fan club. "Great job up there," you say, your smile genuine. He grins, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Thanks! Went with the top-shelf material." The mournful first notes of a famously doomed love song float from…