CHAPTER 1
The stars are out that night.
Blue-blooded asshole.
Submitted by guttersvoice - who is most likely going to be the illustrator for Bloodspun! I just love the demented look on Karkat’s face.
And to answer questions before they are asked - yes I do have all twelve alternate trolls sprited, yes certain people have seen them ahead of time, and yes they will eventually be put up here! Consider this a nice little sneak peek, if you will. :)
PROLOGUE: A DAY LIKE THIS
There’s a tiny sliver of light starting to nose its way over the horizon, marking the encroachment of the morning. It’s the time when trolls and their lusii sleep and pray for better days to come; a silent time where the only noises you can hear are your own breathing, and the sound of your own heart as it slowly drums to some ficticious rhythm.
PREFACE: AB INITIO
Our world is not like yours.
We are the trolls of Alternia. Our society is organized based on blood colour. Every troll has different blood, and a symbol to express that blood. Red is at the bottom, purple at the top - a reversed rainbow.
The sea is not the place to be.
Where we come from, there are no trolls who live in the ocean. There are no gills or fins or flippers to speak of. Only those who are underpriveleged - the peasants of Alternia - live by the sea, on the lowest points of land away from the clouds.
The highbloods live in the sky, and know true freedom.
It’s been this way for sweeps, long before my wriggling day and the wriggling days of my peers. The sky dwellers look on us from high above, and organize us to their liking. They oppress and make any thought of rebelling against our current way of life invalid.
Being so low, I’m used to disappointment.
At the time I didn’t know any better. I simply accepted the fact that I was born into the lowest position of society, that I was perched upon the bottom rung of the troll hemospectrum. There was nothing I could do to change this fact - I was born this way. What could I have done?
At least, I thought there was nothing I could do.
Someone once said that there’s a difference between believing someone, and believing in someone. I don’t know who this person was, but they were right. Had I realized that ahead of time, maybe I would have been better prepared for what was to come. But… it’s hard. To prepare for something like this. To prepare for change, and to learn that the life you’ve lived for so long is actually a lie.
It’s hard to prepare for the coming of the end.
- FP
(( oops! ))
(( awhile earlier, an anon alerted me to the fact that there already exists an au called bloodbent. and i thank them for that! i wouldn’t want to step on anyone’s toes regarding the name for a homestuck au
with that in mind, i had to search for a new title, aaaand i think i’ve found one. from now on this au is going to be titled bloodspun, which fits just as well!
now that it’s all fixed up, i can begin working on the actual story! stay tuned!
- Ligh ))
(( welcome! ))
(( hello everyone! my name is ligh, and i’m the author of this blog. this is my first post on the blog, though not really an official one - it’s more like a greeting! a hello
since i’m not the best artist ever to live, this story will be told through writing and spriting. i know this will never be as amazing as the original homestuck, but that’s not what i’m going for! the best i can hope for is that people will at least enjoy the story i’m trying to tell :)
if you have any questions, feel free to shoot me an ask! the story will begin soon!
- Ligh ))
