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8REAKING F8 - Homestuck Fanfic - Chapter 23

Mindfang presents Porrim and Felida with her gift before taking her place in the tattooist’s chair.  Aranea learns much from the maroonblooded artist but can’t place for the life of her where she knows this strange woman from…

Much like the last chapter, those of you who have read my previous works will know full well who this is.  And those of you who know are going to hurt for this.  I’m sorry, but know that I have plans… Speaking of which, as you’ve likely gathered, my updating has been a bit sporadic.  I will be reducing the update frequency to biweekly for the next two months at least as I am in the sell-my-house-and-buy-a-new-one phase and I can’t keep up my writing pace (I’m on Ch. 33 as I type this) but rest assured, this story is far from over.  I do appreciate your understanding during this most challenging transition.

Soundtrack?  Yeah, I’m working on it.  Anyone who enjoyed “Guardians of the Galaxy” will have an appreciation for the quality of that soundtrack.   Best use of 70’s music since Reservoir Dogs. 

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    Aranea wasn’t sure whose smile was brighter:  Porrim’s as she looked at the slitted eye symbol that now adorned her calf or Felida’s at seeing her sign tattooed on someone else.  “If I didn’t know otherwise, the way you two are grinning, I’d wonder if you weren’t filling a red pail instead.”

    “Ha!  Well, if it helps, I’d say my symbol looks WAY cooler than hers,  but considering what this girl did with the design, I wouldn’t be telling the truth.  I wanna keep looking at it, but this bandage is in the way.”

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8REAKING F8 - Homestuck Fanfic - Chapter 22

The crew of the Fool’s Gam8it arrives in Southend, a wild and wily part of Alternia, in search of shop where Aranea can present Porrim and Felida with a fitting kismesissitude gift: tattoos.  Mindfang discovers the artist seems rather familiar but she can’t quite put a finger on why…

Those of you who have read my previous works, “Nobody Lives Forever” in particular, are going to have some theories concerning said tattoo artist.  I’m going to leave it to you to figure it out.  Those of you who haven’t might want to visit that story and see how Mindfang was involved with another of the known Ancestors… it might make the next chapters that much more enjoyable (or as my editor, Mercale, would say, heartbreaking).

Don’t have the soundtrack ready for this Act yet, but for the opening sequence, check out Zero 7’s “Look Up” for the start of it while you’re waiting.

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    “Aren’t they?  And here you thought it was just going to be the city itself that was breathtakiiiiiiiing…”

    Fool’s Gam8it was, for one of the few times in its modern existence, running under sail power as it drifted towards the lights of Southend; all of its glowglobes were shut off so as to minimize light interference.  It wasn’t the city lights that awed Porrim, but the ones in the sky that twisted and turned and wended their way between the stars.  The entire crew was up on the deck, wide eyed as grubs seeing moonlight for the first time.  Only Mindfang herself had seen the spectacle before but she was almost as pie-eyed as they, enchanted by the shimmering greens and purples and blues created by the magnetic storm.

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