From the new solo album "One Year Older" If you like this music, you can purchase and download it at homestuck.bandc... Composition and arrangement by Erik "Jit" Scheele MSPA (C) Andrew Hussie
ROSE: She's gone, isn't she. ROSE: For good, I mean. ROXY: ? ROSE: I saw her die. ROSE: And. ROSE: It's a shame how... ROSE: *Cough.* ROSE: A shame that I never even... ROSE: Got to tell her... ROSE: I loved her. ROXY: who? ROSE: Kanaya. ROSE: But... ROSE: You too, mom. ROSE: You too.
Your name is John Egbert. It doesn't matter, there's nobody left to say it. You can't remember how long you've been playing this game, but that doesn't matter either. It's been a while since all your friends died. You're pretty sure you can remember their names. Dave? J... Jo, no, Jade? Yeah, that's it. Was it Rachel or Rose? You can't decide. You remember you knew a few trolls, too. Their names are long gone. Except Vriska, that's the only name you'll never for- Dad. You forgot Dad was dead. How could you forget Dad was dead? You were so so proud of him. You can't remember the voices of anyone. Your only company is yourself, and a faint ringing noise in your ears. Your name is John Egbert, and you've decided, this is the last day you'll spend alive.
But before that you've been given serious head drubbing and a grocery list from a manipulative troll. This is the first nosebleed you've had in a while.
A young man stands in his bedroom. It just so happens that this bedroom is devoid of all furniture. But this bedroom has been filled with the familiarity of one JOHN EGBERT. His eyes are full of glee - the retcon worked! Everybody is alive again thanks to him, and Paradox Space has been saved. Ignoring the tinny notifications coming from his PDA, he slowly opens the door. He slowly walks down the stairs, making sure the one person he wanted to see didn't hear him coming. His father had always loved a good prank, and he wanted to greet him in the way that felt natural. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he noticed something. The harlequins were gone. In fact, all of the photos that involved him or his father were gone too. He was used to being forgotten by the alpha; he could just reestablish himself at some other point. But this was different. When he had wanted the universe to go back to normal; for a fresh start, he had expected some changes. But this was permanent. A young man stands in a living room, knowing that he had made the biggest mistake of his life.
'Something flickers through her eyes, almost too quick to catch. When she smiles at you, it’s warm and sincere. ROSE: You’re going to do great. Rose slides her arms around you. After a while, she releases you from the embrace and gets up to fetch her bottle of pills. She pauses at the bedroom door to look at you one more time. ROSE: Goodbye, John.'
It's over. There is nothing left that you can do. Your efforts have not been in vain, you are certain, but now you can give no more to the cause. Tick... The others have left their marks on the true final boss of the game, and only Dave has yet to swing his sword, the first unbroken sword he's swung in a long time. He doesn't think he's a hero, but you know better. Yes, there he goes. You always knew he would. Tock... The Lord of Time falls. Others gather around you. You can feel their anxiety, their fear for you. You know you're dying. But actually, you're happy. Though the Horrorterrors and their Dream Bubbles are no more, though you will soon be taken by the Void, you are surrounded by those you love. And that is enough for you. Tick... _Bong._ _His death was Heroic. The Heir of Breath is slain._ His body is eaten away by English's curse. There is sorrow in all eyes. The loss is too much to bear, to know that John Egbert is dead. But no. The Rogue of Void has had enough of this. There has been enough death, far too much death. Summoning her strength, she pulls at the unforgiving emptiness. It screams, not wanting to relinquish what Hussie so mercilessly took. In the end, though, how could it stand up to a Goddess in mourning? Into existence comes John and the trolls of Alternia who died, all but the false God of Rage. It is finally over. The inevitability of the timelines dies away with its Lord. Nineteen Gods and Goddesses rise up and enter into the Universe of their making. They smile and embrace, and are granted the Ultimate Reward.
Is it just me, or does it sound like there's some sort of space-whale calls in the background? I like to imagine it's the calls of a fully-grown cherub, or something of the like.
(jumps on sadstuck train because why the hell not?) Your name is... Ugh. Why bother with your name? You're so old now it doesn't matter anymore. You remember your name quite clearly, but you gave up using it. You've been alive for hundreds of thousands of years now, the new life you and your friends once created has long since died, and now you are alone. The three of them have scattered, and now all of you are roaming the universe, alone. You miss them. You watch the stars, you know them by heart now. The life that once inhabited your planet named them. You planet is empty. There are no people, no trees, no life at all. It's only you. You were the only one who stayed behind on the barren planet, and you're not sure why you did. You sigh and sit down. This is going to be a long eternity, and you guess you're spending it alone.
It's been a while since you'd pulled a prank. It's been a while since you'd teased Dave and Karkat or even the Mayor. It's been a while since you saw them smiling at you, hugging you or each other. It's been a long time since you'd buried their bodies. You still remember how peaceful they'd looked in death - more peaceful than they'd ever looked during that wretched game. You'd kissed each of their cold foreheads, dripping cold tears onto their faces. It's been ever longer since - (cont)
Catherine Cane you smiled just cuz this god damn game the last time you saw rose and jade Rose was crying cuz of knaya she had died jade looked gone almost like she was now just a shell of herself(con)
The picture looks like your John, and your looking up at the skies of skiara and you see your friends, Jade, Rose and Dave, there in the light. It signifies that your friends are dead, and you, john, are the only one left. It's a reference to the Game Over flash. All but you are dead. Dave died being a hero, trying to save Jade. Rose died by being stabbed in the chest. She bled slowly, dying in the arms of her young mother/ daughter. John is the last survivor, along with Roxy. You are the final hope. Save this timeline John. You can do this...
There is a high chance multiple people who have viewed this video have died. Same with all videos. They had a personality. Maybe bad, maybe good. They had a family. We didn’t know them when they were alive, and we don’t know them now that they’re dead. They could be just... There, in the infinite darkness of being dead. Floating forever into empty nothingness.
I'm sorry this is a very sad song, I love this song with all my heart, but am I the only one seeing the giant leg Jade has placed in front of everyone?
(Ah, what the heck, I'll throw my feelstuck oneshot in too) The Rogue of Void breathed heavily. She was standing over the Lord of Time, who was dying. On one side of her was the Prince of Heart, on the other side, the Muse of Space. Behind them, her newly resurrected friends and Paradox Daughter. All were cheering for her to finish it. She had the weapon in her trembling hand. She remembered John's words as he disappeared into Paradox Space, sacrificing his freedom to his new Retcon Powers to bring back everyone who had died... "it's all up to you now, roxy!" The weapon she conjured, the one that destroyed English and finally put an end to his tyranny. The final blow had been struck. Now it was a matter of waiting. Caliborn was no fool. He knew how it all would end. He could hear that accursed clock his previous host had been so proud of... T1CK. They waited. T0CK They waited. T1CK They waited. T0CK They waited for what felt like an eternity...until... BONG! BONG! JUST. The Lord of Time was dead. The Rogue of Void triumphed. She had won her friends the ultimate reward. They had all cheered. John watched with a smile from outside their world, alongside an eccentric man with very large lips. The game was won. A new universe was about to be created... (I have this idea that Roxy will be the one who finally takes LE down.)
An apparition stands alone in an empty room belonging to him. The room looks aged and run down. Your name is JOHN EGBERT, and you are now a GHOST. The completion of the game brought you into a SEVERE DEPRESSION and you took your life. What will you do now? John: End life Silly ghost! You are immortal! Do something else. John: Read newspaper outside You take a glance at the cover, and are pulled into reading the new article. It appears that it concerns your dad, owner of Crockercorp, who recently... John: Be overwhelmed with negative emotions After seeing the ancient look of the picture, tears start spilling down your face. You wish you could've changed the tracks of time, but only Dave could do that. You then attempt to take your life again, but you realize you are nothing but a ghost. A figment of a person's mind doomed to live forever. (Make the speed 0.5 for extra tears)
What the heck, everyone else is posting their feels so I'll clean up my comment from the Horizon video and put it here: This is a sad song, but when John isn't happy, he's not suicidal like everyone seems to be thinking, he's just... listless. He needs something to give him direction, keep him moving, or he just drifts aimlessly through life like a character without a story. And really, in the end, that's what he is. He's trapped in the juju. He's locked out of his own story. He knows it's supposed to be over, that we're supposed to have won, but can't remember how it ends anymore, or why he's still stuck here. Didn't he have friends? Can't one of them set him free? Wasn't there supposed to be a happily ever after? But he's fallen into a hole in the plot, and now he's left in limbo, with no clear answer as to whether he got out of the juju, or even what it did, and now he's floating forever through the void, searching for something to point him in the direction of the ending. He is a hammer in search of a nail, an heir in search of a parent, and all he can do is drift, and breathe.
one day I wish to create a web comic that would be as impactful as the homestuck masterpiece btw the music was the only thing motivating me to actually read the crap (from the future) as of now, july 31st 2017, I am hopeless.
Your charge is laying in your lap, staring off into nothing. He’s prone to these... you call them spells, because you have no idea what else to call them. They happen seemingly at random, he just stops whatever he’s doing, and goes still. If it weren’t for the little breaths ghosting over your glowing skin, you’d guess he was dead. If this ever happens when you aren’t around to help... You shake your head. You don’t want to think about that. He isn’t even 3, that won’t happen for a long time. You stroke his hair and hold him a little tighter. He shifts in your grip and whines. “Troll-Mom, your holding me too tight.” You sigh with relief, and you don’t loosen your grip. He’s finally come back to you. “How long was I out for?” You shrug. “A while. Long enough for me to worry.” It is and isn’t a joke. He can’t control these spells, so there’s no point in scolding him, but you doubt they ever won’t worry you. He smiles, opens his mouth to say something, and then frowns. His small hands reach up to your face. A thumb on your lip, a tug at your hair. You gently push his hands from your face, but he then turns to look at a small tattoo on your wrist. You ask him what’s wrong. He stares at your face. “Porrim?”
you'd seen your Dad. You really missed those cakes now. You haven't slept much lately, because Lord English had destroyed the Furthest Ring and their ghosts didn't come to comfort you in your dreams. There were only horrorterrors now, and they all sing. The songs are so sad and you recognise their voices. You know what the horrorterrors really are. They're the mangled souls of your friends, and everyone else who'd died in SBURB. And you can feel yourself becoming one of them.
I think of how awesome Mother the game is and how awesome homestuck is. Both with their sadness and flights of awesome and despair, but that tough luck courage always beating in the background. You guys for fictional heroes, rock so much. Just so much~
It sounds sad, but it also sounds happy. I'm not sure if this is correct, but my friend says that this was intended for Rose meeting Roxy and both of them dying, but a) it was made a lot earlier than that animation b) look at the track art I know that when buying the album, you get notes from Scheele discussing the tracks, but it's not on my computer and I don't remember what it said for this one
7 year old comment, but i recently bought the track and found Erik's notes on "Mother" for whoever wanted to read them. "Way back, before I was even on the team and before I thought I even belonged on the team, I recorded a simple piano refrain. First thing I'd ever recorded, too, and I want to say it was done a few months after Homestuck had started. In my head, it fit in as a possible refrain for one of the characters, and the idea always stuck in my head that it could also work as a piece for the very ending of Homestuck, a sort of “all is well” refrain. After two years, I was finally able to make something like what I was thinking and put it in the right context. Like the Homestuck Anthem, I went with using the four kids' instruments: piano, strings, drums/percussion, and bass, and stuck mainly with those. I also got some help by Mr. Lake of Awesome Beats Inc. who was way better at beats than I am, and he made it way better too. Big props to him. With the new universe and many new character being explored, this piece might not work for “the end of Homestuck” anymore, but if anything, I see it as a sort of moving forward. John's journey on that one day, when he turned 13, matured both him and his friends. Like many others, he took the hero's journey, and grew as a result of it, and so this piece could very well fit him leaving his universe and going on to the next, bringing his experiences and knowledge with him, just as well as it could fit him moving past Sburb to whatever adventures lie ahead."
One whole year, one whole year that they had to live through. They're just kids, no, they're gods. It must be so much stress to see the ones you love the most die. Your names are John Egbert, Rose Lalonde, Dave Strider, and Jade Harley, you're all gods, but Dad, Mom, Bro, and Grandpa are dead. Happy birthday. Have good luck for the next years.
A creature with no name is slowly floating forward through the Furthest Ring. Its form slightly resembles a humanoid with two wings, but it's hard to tell what exactly it looks like - it didn't bother to preserve its shell in a stable condition with its powers. The only purpose of the creature is to carry the universe in its head. It dreams. ... ... ... ... ... It's hard to tell how many years ago the creature played the game along with its friend, how many years ago it used the "he" pronoun and had a name. There's no time in the Furthest Ring after all. But the Skaia, who was left behind long ago, remembers their session. An unwinnable session was no surprise for her - but the fact that all the players' efforts will end up in vain would be unbearable for the havocated, exhausted and terrified team. Their Mage of Light, who learned about the outcome first, was the oldest and the most mature person of all of them. He looked through all the possible timelines, and there was not a single one that contained more or less lucky outcome. The session was doomed completely from the very beginning, and there was nothing he or someone else could do. So, the Mage of Light had slain all his teammates exept for the Heir of Hope, whom he instructed about what he had to do next. The Heir of Hope had to ascend to the God Tier and, upon doing so, re-create their session anew. Not copy it, but revive all the members and let them achieve the Reward. The power of Hope has no bounds, for it is the source of endless possibilities. As long as the hero of Hope believes, things tend to become less fake, while the Heir who ascended literally becomes his aspect. The Mage of Light lied to the Heir of Hope, saying that the latter's ascending will for certain avert their fates, and killing off all the other players was just a formality so that there would be no doubles from two timelines - the doomed and the hopeful one - after the Heir rises up. But the Heir of Hope believed him and went to fulfill his duty. After he left, the Mage of Light killed himself. The Mage lied so obviously, that noone would believe his words but the Heir, because the latter simply had no other choice. All his friends were dead, as well as their dreamselves - all of it was the Mage's work. There was no other choice but to believe his words. But as we all know, believing in something makes it less fake. And when someone like a Heir of Hope believes in something, it becomes not fake at all. ... ... ... ... ... The Witch of Mind looks out from the window. She is now 63 years old, but she didn't age at all - the Reward they got granted all the players an eternal life as long as they want to live forever. It's slightly raining outside, but the sun is casting its rays through the layer of clouds. Their lives after the Game weren't all easy and comfy - there still were ups and downs, arguments between the ex-teammates, relationships and breakups... but there was always hope. The dark times always came to their ends, and the light had always found its way through the clouds. All the people she loved were here, alive and safe. The Game didn't end up in vain. The only thing that started bugging her once she grew older was the faint... shadow of shadow of shadow of remembering someone. Like... as if there once was a person in her life, or rather had to be. The one who she was close to. But there was no such person, she could say that for sure. As an ascended Witch of Mind, she had an incredible memory that even included other possible timelines too, the ways the Game could be played if they did or did not do something. So she could say for sure: there was always 7 of the players. There could not possibly be any place for misunderstanding. ... ... ... ... ... The creature with no name, no past and no future is floating through the Furthest Ring. It has no face, no hair and no fingers, its wings have no feathers - it's just a silhouette of a humanoid being. It has no personality, no emotions, no thoughts of its own. Like a turtle that carries the Earth on its back, the creature carries the universe in its head. It's impossible to kill, harm or just distract it. It dreams.
On this day, almost nine years ago, a story no an adventure began. This adventure would go on to be one of the greatest adventure to be experienced. I have friends who wont waste their time and I keep suggesting it. Please, if you know anyone who would enjoy it, send them the webcomic. Let someone experience this great adventure. I know it will be worth it. What's not to like? The slow beginning? You will get past it. I promise. And watch out for the stairs 👌👌👌.
You had made it to the end of the game, in front of you was the door that would lead out of the this Nightmare, but you do not open it because you had promised to wait for your friends so you could all leave together . . . . But they were all dead weren't they? . . . . Your name is John Egbert and you were waiting for people you knew would never arrive because you refused to move forward without them, even if it meant you had to wait for the rest of eternity.
I suppose we wait till the game comes out. And after that, we start reading the next MSPaint Adventure. It was pretty painful for the people transitioning from Problem Sleuth too, but we've gotta move on. I'd reckon once Homestuck is over we will get the next big thing soon, after all Homestuck started some 3 to 5 days after Problem Sleuth ended.
(unofficially continued) A drastic recovery following a drastic catastrophe. You question whether everything even happened. Taking a peek over your shoulder, you see your companions of a grey hue. Vriska, Karkat, Tavros and all. A tear dangles from your eyelashes, how you'll miss them all so. What wrought the end of everything you loved had given birth to new things you hold dear. Through the harsh vicissitudes of the game that had cost you your life, you somehow still wish to relive it again.
So I have a playlist that I made of my favorite songs and I was just listening to hard rock and this came on and I was like. "What the.... well at least I'm not screaming about stuff inside my head and just crying"
technically yes but when john did the ecto biology thing it locked on to his nanny and jades grandfather making them and then those two paradox slimes combined to make John and Jade
I DON'T WANT THESE FEELS AT ALL QAQ I'M CRYING...oh gog I'm crying......my feels......I already fell to the ground once and I can't do it again....someone please take these feels......QAQ
An old man stands in his bedroom, though he looks very young indeed, and acts that way, too. He holds a small white ball in his hands, something which supposedly holds the secrets of everything, and invites dangers greater than he can ever know. The old man smiles, and stows the ball away, not once has he seen it answer, but why should he? He is no seer. The old man strolls into his kitchen, savoring the gentle creaks of the floor beneath his feet. He prepares a lunch, a modest affair, just some vegetables and some pumpkin pie. What pumpkin pie? His after lunch snack seems to have vanished! On the counter, where the small plate once sat, holding a slice of pie, an old woman now sits, though she does not look remotely her age. A gentle smile graces her lips, and the whole room feels just a bit brighter. The old man- No. _John_ places half of his lunch on a new plate. "Hey Rose, it's been a long time, huh?" Rose sits beside him, and though no tears trace her cheeks, the faint shine of her eyes betrays her emotions. "Too long, Mr. Egbert, too long." They eat without saying a word, the crunch of carrots and celery near deafening in the still air of the house. At last, they speak as one. "Happy birthday," and then bellowing, raucous laughter. John eyes the locket, recalling how he personally chose the velvet bedding, how Dave and Dirk crafted the body and chain, how Jade had procured the single fang which lay within, without a single word to Rose. She had resented them for that. It had been about a century of the silent treatment, and about twelve since the burial. The silence had stretched on for about a minute now, Rose was looking intently into Johns' eyes. "Sorr-" "No, do not apologize, John." "I-" "I invited the others here, you still like surprises, right?" John grinned sheepishly. "I'll have to clean up, then!" Rose grinned. "I'll help out."
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ROSE: She's gone, isn't she.
ROSE: For good, I mean.
ROXY: ?
ROSE: I saw her die.
ROSE: And.
ROSE: It's a shame how...
ROSE: *Cough.*
ROSE: A shame that I never even...
ROSE: Got to tell her...
ROSE: I loved her.
ROXY: who?
ROSE: Kanaya.
ROSE: But...
ROSE: You too, mom.
ROSE: You too.
I AM DYI NG
Charmi the Eevee SO IS KARKAT ! :D
cyberwolfy37 B R U H
P L S
You!! Spoiler
***** the internet is a place of spoilers
//JUST REALIZED THIS SONG IS PLAYED WITH VIOLIN, PIANO, BASS GUITAR, AND THOSE BEATS
F UCK
Jade Harley AND THE FLUTE
most songs in homestuck concerning the kids use those instruments
Your name is Zoosmell Pooplord. This is what happens when you are the son of a legendary prankster who also happens to be a single dad.
Land of Leg and Rain
Everyone's being so sad and serious and then just... Leg.
completely off topic but can we appreciate how cool rose looks in this?
and dave's neck is there,because he never loses his head over things like dirk
too orange
Thanks for playing.
Pls
Banished from the Universe we left behind
And yet...
In being denied
The Ultimate Reward
We would be barred from entry
Into the Universe we created.
Sometimes I remember how embarrassing Homestuck can be seen as now, but I can't regret a story that left me with so many emotions.
Much tears...
**sniffles**
Homestuck... you will be missed.
STOP BEING EVERYWHERE!!! XD
And then pester Qwest came out
Hey look at Rose's planet for a while in the picture then look at Jade
BOOM !!
It became jade's leg,
What has been seen cannot be unseen
+Just a normal troll omg you have reason xDD
Who needs space powers...
WITH LEGS LIKE THESE?
Katrina Fuentes OMG YOU MADE MY DAY IN A DEPRESSING MOMENT FOR ME! XD
Y-you evil!!! n-no!!! i must unsee it!! GAAAAAAH!!!!!! **Falls on ground, smoke leaveing from where my eyes used to be
+Just a normal troll Also Dave's EXTREMELY long neck
Your name is John Egbert. It doesn't matter, there's nobody left to say it. You can't remember how long you've been playing this game, but that doesn't matter either. It's been a while since all your friends died. You're pretty sure you can remember their names. Dave? J... Jo, no, Jade? Yeah, that's it. Was it Rachel or Rose? You can't decide. You remember you knew a few trolls, too. Their names are long gone. Except Vriska, that's the only name you'll never for- Dad. You forgot Dad was dead. How could you forget Dad was dead? You were so so proud of him. You can't remember the voices of anyone. Your only company is yourself, and a faint ringing noise in your ears. Your name is John Egbert, and you've decided, this is the last day you'll spend alive.
But before that you've been given serious head drubbing and a grocery list from a manipulative troll. This is the first nosebleed you've had in a while.
Were is that from?
Никита Вертиков It's made up.
OW
A young man stands in his bedroom. It just so happens that this bedroom is devoid of all furniture. But this bedroom has been filled with the familiarity of one JOHN EGBERT. His eyes are full of glee - the retcon worked! Everybody is alive again thanks to him, and Paradox Space has been saved. Ignoring the tinny notifications coming from his PDA, he slowly opens the door. He slowly walks down the stairs, making sure the one person he wanted to see didn't hear him coming. His father had always loved a good prank, and he wanted to greet him in the way that felt natural. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he noticed something.
The harlequins were gone. In fact, all of the photos that involved him or his father were gone too. He was used to being forgotten by the alpha; he could just reestablish himself at some other point. But this was different. When he had wanted the universe to go back to normal; for a fresh start, he had expected some changes. But this was permanent.
A young man stands in a living room, knowing that he had made the biggest mistake of his life.
OH
Dad Egbert John Egbert
mY POOR LITTLE HEART WHY
NO NONONO
ITS BEEN SIX YEARS BUT PLEASE WRITE A FANFICTION
'Something flickers through her eyes, almost too quick to catch. When she smiles at you, it’s warm and sincere.
ROSE: You’re going to do great.
Rose slides her arms around you. After a while, she releases you from the embrace and gets up to fetch her bottle of pills. She pauses at the bedroom door to look at you one more time.
ROSE: Goodbye, John.'
i'm too deep into the sadstuck
it's too late
i'm gently floating away in the ocean of tears with all of the others
It's over. There is nothing left that you can do. Your efforts have not been in vain, you are certain, but now you can give no more to the cause.
Tick...
The others have left their marks on the true final boss of the game, and only Dave has yet to swing his sword, the first unbroken sword he's swung in a long time. He doesn't think he's a hero, but you know better. Yes, there he goes. You always knew he would.
Tock...
The Lord of Time falls. Others gather around you. You can feel their anxiety, their fear for you. You know you're dying. But actually, you're happy. Though the Horrorterrors and their Dream Bubbles are no more, though you will soon be taken by the Void, you are surrounded by those you love. And that is enough for you.
Tick...
_Bong._
_His death was Heroic. The Heir of Breath is slain._
His body is eaten away by English's curse. There is sorrow in all eyes. The loss is too much to bear, to know that John Egbert is dead.
But no. The Rogue of Void has had enough of this. There has been enough death, far too much death. Summoning her strength, she pulls at the unforgiving emptiness. It screams, not wanting to relinquish what Hussie so mercilessly took. In the end, though, how could it stand up to a Goddess in mourning? Into existence comes John and the trolls of Alternia who died, all but the false God of Rage.
It is finally over. The inevitability of the timelines dies away with its Lord. Nineteen Gods and Goddesses rise up and enter into the Universe of their making. They smile and embrace, and are granted the Ultimate Reward.
(:
Im not sure if I should cry or laugh... crying seems right-
Chameleonred5 John aint ded tho
This somehow sounds like a perfect ending. I WANT THIS PERFECT ENDING.
(Maybe we could just... leave Gamzee inside the fridge)
Chameleonred5 mmm if only this was actually how it ended...
Is it just me, or does it sound like there's some sort of space-whale calls in the background? I like to imagine it's the calls of a fully-grown cherub, or something of the like.
(jumps on sadstuck train because why the hell not?)
Your name is... Ugh. Why bother with your name? You're so old now it doesn't matter anymore. You remember your name quite clearly, but you gave up using it. You've been alive for hundreds of thousands of years now, the new life you and your friends once created has long since died, and now you are alone.
The three of them have scattered, and now all of you are roaming the universe, alone.
You miss them.
You watch the stars, you know them by heart now. The life that once inhabited your planet named them.
You planet is empty. There are no people, no trees, no life at all. It's only you. You were the only one who stayed behind on the barren planet, and you're not sure why you did. You sigh and sit down.
This is going to be a long eternity, and you guess you're spending it alone.
Ugly Fish Man omg why did you do this to me. This is exactly why I'm scared to death of infinity.
It's been a while since you'd pulled a prank. It's been a while since you'd teased Dave and Karkat or even the Mayor. It's been a while since you saw them smiling at you, hugging you or each other.
It's been a long time since you'd buried their bodies. You still remember how peaceful they'd looked in death - more peaceful than they'd ever looked during that wretched game. You'd kissed each of their cold foreheads, dripping cold tears onto their faces. It's been ever longer since - (cont)
Catherine Cane you smiled just cuz this god damn game the last time you saw rose and jade Rose was crying cuz of knaya she had died jade looked gone almost like she was now just a shell of herself(con)
there's a heartbeat sound at 3:10 and im in tears
jade's leg is there
now look at lohac
john's friends invaded him while he was in a bathtub
cannot unsee
goddamnit
I don't think its supposed to be jade's leg, but rather the rest of john's hood going he other direction
Hot anyway though
Bluescreen Ofdeath BATHTUB INVASION PRANK IN THE HOOD GONE WRONG 4k13
gone sexual
*Jade wraps her thigh around John as Rose and Dave watch.*
damn readin comments from 7 years ago with that song in the background kinda be makin me question my whole existence doe :flushed:
this shit really hits different in quarantine huh
@@frogtoez4814 it really does
The picture looks like your John, and your looking up at the skies of skiara and you see your friends, Jade, Rose and Dave, there in the light. It signifies that your friends are dead, and you, john, are the only one left. It's a reference to the Game Over flash. All but you are dead. Dave died being a hero, trying to save Jade. Rose died by being stabbed in the chest. She bled slowly, dying in the arms of her young mother/ daughter. John is the last survivor, along with Roxy. You are the final hope. Save this timeline John. You can do this...
retcon powers save the day
10 years
I honestly can't believe it
Homestuck has gotten me through so much and I'm so lucky to have read it
There is a high chance multiple people who have viewed this video have died. Same with all videos. They had a personality. Maybe bad, maybe good. They had a family. We didn’t know them when they were alive, and we don’t know them now that they’re dead. They could be just... There, in the infinite darkness of being dead. Floating forever into empty nothingness.
I'm sorry this is a very sad song, I love this song with all my heart, but am I the only one seeing the giant leg Jade has placed in front of everyone?
(Ah, what the heck, I'll throw my feelstuck oneshot in too)
The Rogue of Void breathed heavily.
She was standing over the Lord of Time, who was dying. On one side of her was the Prince of Heart, on the other side, the Muse of Space. Behind them, her newly resurrected friends and Paradox Daughter. All were cheering for her to finish it. She had the weapon in her trembling hand. She remembered John's words as he disappeared into Paradox Space, sacrificing his freedom to his new Retcon Powers to bring back everyone who had died...
"it's all up to you now, roxy!"
The weapon she conjured, the one that destroyed English and finally put an end to his tyranny. The final blow had been struck. Now it was a matter of waiting.
Caliborn was no fool. He knew how it all would end. He could hear that accursed clock his previous host had been so proud of...
T1CK.
They waited.
T0CK
They waited.
T1CK
They waited.
T0CK
They waited for what felt like an eternity...until...
BONG! BONG!
JUST.
The Lord of Time was dead.
The Rogue of Void triumphed. She had won her friends the ultimate reward.
They had all cheered. John watched with a smile from outside their world, alongside an eccentric man with very large lips.
The game was won. A new universe was about to be created...
(I have this idea that Roxy will be the one who finally takes LE down.)
Lord of time lol. That would be David Tennant
+gameboybro But didn't he die-
An apparition stands alone in an empty room belonging to him. The room looks aged and run down. Your name is JOHN EGBERT, and you are now a GHOST. The completion of the game brought you into a SEVERE DEPRESSION and you took your life. What will you do now?
John: End life
Silly ghost! You are immortal! Do something else.
John: Read newspaper outside
You take a glance at the cover, and are pulled into reading the new article. It appears that it concerns your dad, owner of Crockercorp, who recently...
John: Be overwhelmed with negative emotions
After seeing the ancient look of the picture, tears start spilling down your face. You wish you could've changed the tracks of time, but only Dave could do that. You then attempt to take your life again, but you realize you are nothing but a ghost. A figment of a person's mind doomed to live forever.
(Make the speed 0.5 for extra tears)
Thanks..For playing.
What the heck, everyone else is posting their feels so I'll clean up my comment from the Horizon video and put it here: This is a sad song, but when John isn't happy, he's not suicidal like everyone seems to be thinking, he's just... listless. He needs something to give him direction, keep him moving, or he just drifts aimlessly through life like a character without a story. And really, in the end, that's what he is. He's trapped in the juju. He's locked out of his own story. He knows it's supposed to be over, that we're supposed to have won, but can't remember how it ends anymore, or why he's still stuck here. Didn't he have friends? Can't one of them set him free? Wasn't there supposed to be a happily ever after? But he's fallen into a hole in the plot, and now he's left in limbo, with no clear answer as to whether he got out of the juju, or even what it did, and now he's floating forever through the void, searching for something to point him in the direction of the ending. He is a hammer in search of a nail, an heir in search of a parent, and all he can do is drift, and breathe.
one day I wish to create a web comic that would be as impactful as the homestuck masterpiece
btw the music was the only thing motivating me to actually read the crap
(from the future)
as of now, july 31st 2017, I am hopeless.
I wish you luck! I'm currently trying to do the same thing as well aahahah
Your charge is laying in your lap, staring off into nothing. He’s prone to these... you call them spells, because you have no idea what else to call them. They happen seemingly at random, he just stops whatever he’s doing, and goes still. If it weren’t for the little breaths ghosting over your glowing skin, you’d guess he was dead. If this ever happens when you aren’t around to help...
You shake your head. You don’t want to think about that. He isn’t even 3, that won’t happen for a long time. You stroke his hair and hold him a little tighter. He shifts in your grip and whines. “Troll-Mom, your holding me too tight.”
You sigh with relief, and you don’t loosen your grip. He’s finally come back to you. “How long was I out for?”
You shrug. “A while. Long enough for me to worry.” It is and isn’t a joke. He can’t control these spells, so there’s no point in scolding him, but you doubt they ever won’t worry you.
He smiles, opens his mouth to say something, and then frowns. His small hands reach up to your face. A thumb on your lip, a tug at your hair.
You gently push his hands from your face, but he then turns to look at a small tattoo on your wrist. You ask him what’s wrong.
He stares at your face. “Porrim?”
This is some good art and music
but can we talk about that neck?
Dang, Dave.
What happened?
He is now a Giraffe. Isn't that "cool"??
you'd seen your Dad. You really missed those cakes now. You haven't slept much lately, because Lord English had destroyed the Furthest Ring and their ghosts didn't come to comfort you in your dreams. There were only horrorterrors now, and they all sing. The songs are so sad and you recognise their voices. You know what the horrorterrors really are.
They're the mangled souls of your friends, and everyone else who'd died in SBURB. And you can feel yourself becoming one of them.
I think of how awesome Mother the game is and how awesome homestuck is. Both with their sadness and flights of awesome and despair, but that tough luck courage always beating in the background. You guys for fictional heroes, rock so much. Just so much~
It sounds sad, but it also sounds happy.
I'm not sure if this is correct, but my friend says that this was intended for Rose meeting Roxy and both of them dying, but
a) it was made a lot earlier than that animation
b) look at the track art
I know that when buying the album, you get notes from Scheele discussing the tracks, but it's not on my computer and I don't remember what it said for this one
7 year old comment, but i recently bought the track and found Erik's notes on "Mother" for whoever wanted to read them.
"Way back, before I was even on the team and before I thought I even belonged on the team, I recorded a simple piano refrain. First thing I'd ever recorded, too, and I want to say it was done a few months after Homestuck had started. In my head, it fit in as a possible refrain for one of the characters, and the idea always stuck in my head that it could also work as a piece for the very ending of Homestuck, a sort of “all is well” refrain. After two years, I was finally able to make something like what I was thinking and put it in the right context.
Like the Homestuck Anthem, I went with using the four kids' instruments: piano, strings, drums/percussion, and bass, and stuck mainly with those. I also got some help by Mr. Lake of Awesome Beats Inc. who was way better at beats than I am, and he made it way better too. Big props to him.
With the new universe and many new character being explored, this piece might not work for “the end of Homestuck” anymore, but if anything, I see it as a sort of moving forward. John's journey on that one day, when he turned 13, matured both him and his friends. Like many others, he took the hero's journey, and grew as a result of it, and so this piece could very well fit him leaving his universe and going on to the next, bringing his experiences and knowledge with him, just as well as it could fit him moving past Sburb to whatever adventures lie ahead."
One whole year, one whole year that they had to live through. They're just kids, no, they're gods. It must be so much stress to see the ones you love the most die. Your names are John Egbert, Rose Lalonde, Dave Strider, and Jade Harley, you're all gods, but Dad, Mom, Bro, and Grandpa are dead. Happy birthday. Have good luck for the next years.
wait you're telling me that's not jade's leg??
dangit I'm trying to be sad but my bird is doing his "I want you to pet me" dance and it's really funny
A creature with no name is slowly floating forward through the Furthest Ring. Its form slightly resembles a humanoid with two wings, but it's hard to tell what exactly it looks like - it didn't bother to preserve its shell in a stable condition with its powers.
The only purpose of the creature is to carry the universe in its head.
It dreams.
... ... ... ... ...
It's hard to tell how many years ago the creature played the game along with its friend, how many years ago it used the "he" pronoun and had a name. There's no time in the Furthest Ring after all. But the Skaia, who was left behind long ago, remembers their session.
An unwinnable session was no surprise for her - but the fact that all the players' efforts will end up in vain would be unbearable for the havocated, exhausted and terrified team. Their Mage of Light, who learned about the outcome first, was the oldest and the most mature person of all of them. He looked through all the possible timelines, and there was not a single one that contained more or less lucky outcome. The session was doomed completely from the very beginning, and there was nothing he or someone else could do.
So, the Mage of Light had slain all his teammates exept for the Heir of Hope, whom he instructed about what he had to do next. The Heir of Hope had to ascend to the God Tier and, upon doing so, re-create their session anew. Not copy it, but revive all the members and let them achieve the Reward. The power of Hope has no bounds, for it is the source of endless possibilities. As long as the hero of Hope believes, things tend to become less fake, while the Heir who ascended literally becomes his aspect.
The Mage of Light lied to the Heir of Hope, saying that the latter's ascending will for certain avert their fates, and killing off all the other players was just a formality so that there would be no doubles from two timelines - the doomed and the hopeful one - after the Heir rises up. But the Heir of Hope believed him and went to fulfill his duty.
After he left, the Mage of Light killed himself.
The Mage lied so obviously, that noone would believe his words but the Heir, because the latter simply had no other choice. All his friends were dead, as well as their dreamselves - all of it was the Mage's work. There was no other choice but to believe his words. But as we all know, believing in something makes it less fake.
And when someone like a Heir of Hope believes in something, it becomes not fake at all.
... ... ... ... ...
The Witch of Mind looks out from the window. She is now 63 years old, but she didn't age at all - the Reward they got granted all the players an eternal life as long as they want to live forever. It's slightly raining outside, but the sun is casting its rays through the layer of clouds.
Their lives after the Game weren't all easy and comfy - there still were ups and downs, arguments between the ex-teammates, relationships and breakups... but there was always hope. The dark times always came to their ends, and the light had always found its way through the clouds. All the people she loved were here, alive and safe. The Game didn't end up in vain.
The only thing that started bugging her once she grew older was the faint... shadow of shadow of shadow of remembering someone. Like... as if there once was a person in her life, or rather had to be. The one who she was close to. But there was no such person, she could say that for sure. As an ascended Witch of Mind, she had an incredible memory that even included other possible timelines too, the ways the Game could be played if they did or did not do something. So she could say for sure: there was always 7 of the players. There could not possibly be any place for misunderstanding.
... ... ... ... ...
The creature with no name, no past and no future is floating through the Furthest Ring. It has no face, no hair and no fingers, its wings have no feathers - it's just a silhouette of a humanoid being. It has no personality, no emotions, no thoughts of its own. Like a turtle that carries the Earth on its back, the creature carries the universe in its head. It's impossible to kill, harm or just distract it.
It dreams.
On this day, almost nine years ago, a story no an adventure began. This adventure would go on to be one of the greatest adventure to be experienced. I have friends who wont waste their time and I keep suggesting it. Please, if you know anyone who would enjoy it, send them the webcomic. Let someone experience this great adventure. I know it will be worth it. What's not to like? The slow beginning? You will get past it. I promise. And watch out for the stairs 👌👌👌.
dave's neck is so long 0-0
yep hes a giraffe didnt anyone tell you
giraffe terezi and giraffe dave (see feel (alive) for giraffe terezi)
THIS SONG IS SO SAD LIKE IF ANYONE SAYS OTHERWISE YOU CAN LEAVE.
....................John doesn't have a mom....
*walks out the door*
HENDN&3!.$:7:!: &/ $:
(cough)NANNASPRITE(cough)JANE(cough)
I think that might be the point?
*Thanks for Playing.*
T.T too many feels.... cant take it!
***** ... *sniff* ok *takes hand*
This is such a beautiful song and I love this art especially rose
You had made it to the end of the game, in front of you was the door that would lead out of the this Nightmare, but you do not open it because you had promised to wait for your friends so you could all leave together
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But they were all dead weren't they?
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Your name is John Egbert and you were waiting for people you knew would never arrive because you refused to move forward without them, even if it meant you had to wait for the rest of eternity.
Try listening to this while reading the newest upd8, it'll make the feels train so much more impactful
Wtf will we do when Hussie ends Homestuck ;-;
I suppose we wait till the game comes out. And after that, we start reading the next MSPaint Adventure. It was pretty painful for the people transitioning from Problem Sleuth too, but we've gotta move on. I'd reckon once Homestuck is over we will get the next big thing soon, after all Homestuck started some 3 to 5 days after Problem Sleuth ended.
show it to new people and keep the fandom alive like we did with the game OFF of course!
I'll reread it again, duh!
oh and theres Hiveswap to complete the intire story
Lynxx I'm reading this after the fact...
vibing to this during quarantine
I can't listen to this shit it tears my heart in two..
What I picture in my head with this song is: an overcast suburban town after it's done raining and the sun is just coming out.
thank you mather (series) for my life
I prefer Fother
So many feels.
This song is so sad and yet so soothing. I could fall asleep to this.....or cry to it. Either one works for it lol.
I really, _really_ like this song for whatever reason.
You can hear a violin playing very softly in the background, it sounds sad. Its like Rose is playing a requiem to her mother.
WHY IS EVERYONE ON THE COMMENT SECTION KEEN ON MAKING ME CRY MORE THAN I ALREADY WAS!? NOT COOL GUYS!!!
never been involved with homestuck but this is beautiful
this music is beautiful and a little sad
Oh god, it's the perfect bg music for the Epilogue of Loophole.... -sobs-
(unofficially continued) A drastic recovery following a drastic catastrophe. You question whether everything even happened. Taking a peek over your shoulder, you see your companions of a grey hue. Vriska, Karkat, Tavros and all. A tear dangles from your eyelashes, how you'll miss them all so. What wrought the end of everything you loved had given birth to new things you hold dear. Through the harsh vicissitudes of the game that had cost you your life, you somehow still wish to relive it again.
reading the epilogue..
Good music, best solo album.
I'm going to go cry now.
IM CRYING STOP
You may have never asked for it, but you sure earned it. Great job man!
So I have a playlist that I made of my favorite songs and I was just listening to hard rock and this came on and I was like. "What the.... well at least I'm not screaming about stuff inside my head and just crying"
technically yes but when john did the ecto biology thing it locked on to his nanny and jades grandfather making them and then those two paradox slimes combined to make John and Jade
OH GOD THIS IS APPROPRIATE
WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO GIVE ME THESE FEELINGS
NO NO NO THE FEELS
I'm going to meditate to this and a few other Homestuck OSTs. wonder what wild adventures my brain will have. ready for oneness/possibly feels m8s
I take it back
I swear it was taken STRAIGHT OUT OF FLYFF
at around 3:30 there's a heartbeat
Those howling wolves were a nice touch :3
Pretty sure it's howling Squiddles
happy 413!!
I DON'T WANT THESE FEELS AT ALL QAQ I'M CRYING...oh gog I'm crying......my feels......I already fell to the ground once and I can't do it again....someone please take these feels......QAQ
An old man stands in his bedroom, though he looks very young indeed, and acts that way, too.
He holds a small white ball in his hands, something which supposedly holds the secrets of everything, and invites dangers greater than he can ever know.
The old man smiles, and stows the ball away, not once has he seen it answer, but why should he?
He is no seer.
The old man strolls into his kitchen, savoring the gentle creaks of the floor beneath his feet.
He prepares a lunch, a modest affair, just some vegetables and some pumpkin pie.
What pumpkin pie?
His after lunch snack seems to have vanished!
On the counter, where the small plate once sat, holding a slice of pie, an old woman now sits, though she does not look remotely her age.
A gentle smile graces her lips, and the whole room feels just a bit brighter.
The old man-
No.
_John_ places half of his lunch on a new plate.
"Hey Rose, it's been a long time, huh?"
Rose sits beside him, and though no tears trace her cheeks, the faint shine of her eyes betrays her emotions.
"Too long, Mr. Egbert, too long."
They eat without saying a word, the crunch of carrots and celery near deafening in the still air of the house.
At last, they speak as one.
"Happy birthday," and then bellowing, raucous laughter.
John eyes the locket, recalling how he personally chose the velvet bedding, how Dave and Dirk crafted the body and chain, how Jade had procured the single fang which lay within, without a single word to Rose.
She had resented them for that.
It had been about a century of the silent treatment, and about twelve since the burial.
The silence had stretched on for about a minute now, Rose was looking intently into Johns' eyes.
"Sorr-"
"No, do not apologize, John."
"I-"
"I invited the others here, you still like surprises, right?"
John grinned sheepishly.
"I'll have to clean up, then!"
Rose grinned.
"I'll help out."
DID YOU START CUTTING ONIONS? OH WHO AM I KIDDING YOU ARE MAKING ME BALL LIKE A BABY
Did anyone realise that this sounds extremely similar to unlisted?
En algunas partes me recuerda a la cancion de el Nivel del agua en super mario 64 :0
Is it me, or do I hear faint honking in the background?
Skyler High You're not the only one.
Skyler High where tho?
damn this is a good album
You never thought you'd be happy to see a cake.
*Sniffs and wipes a tear from my eye*
FUCKING STAHP, IM DIEING OF TEARS. MY EYES. THEY BURN FROM THEM. /sobs forever/
***** lol i know but i believe they were attempting a howling wolves effect. they sound like it to me :P
TAKE MY FEELS. TAKE THEM.
I DON'T WANT THEM ANYMORE.
cool thanks, I'm crying, and I didn't even read Homestuck. :,)
Well you know which franchise inspired Hussie to do Homestuck...
so i see lowas, lohac, lolar
where's lofaf
2:38 seriously makes me think of Flyff :D
This is like.. the saddest tune in the entire homestuck discography imo.
Game Over?
(I'm referring to the song named Game Over, not Carne Vale)
Erik Satie right there
FA: do not think of jade’s leg
you are unsuccessful at not thinking about Jade’s leg
2021 anyone?
Am I the only one who noticed that the blue section in the middle looks like it's shaped like the back of John's head with his hood up???...
That's because it's John with his hood up
Sad hours