Homestuck OC rp blog. Independent and canon divergent. By the-composite-doll
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The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.
The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.
It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?
Stained glass window Afghan with the border is now finished!
Description: An illustration of a Black Knight and a Jester in white. The jester is secured by the knight on their shoulder, while the jester embraces their helmet. The white of the jester’s outfit is slightly marred by splatters of blood. Behind them is an ongoing battle.
“You are at Lone Moon. A safe place. I am Stelle LaLune.” Stelle gazed at the mosaic, “You have questions, I take it?”
Stelle kept up her examination of the mosaic, “As a Pierrot, I will be your guide. Oh, thank you for this compliment…. I take this job seriously.”
Prophetic Naps
@pcrplevenom
This was no typical dream. The air was cool with the scent of rain. Marble halls stretched forth, many paths to be taken and explored.
On the floor was a mosaic of a grand tree, stretching its branches.
There was the sound of soft dancer's footsteps, and a Troll dressed as a Pierrot stood.
"If I Can Be Where You Are" - Enya
The Pierrot Troll stood. "Hello. I haven't seen you before. I take you are looking for answers?"
Her voice was soft. The moon's gentle light caught the glint of the crystal-like protrusions on her horns.
Prophetic Naps
@pcrplevenom
This was no typical dream. The air was cool with the scent of rain. Marble halls stretched forth, many paths to be taken and explored.
On the floor was a mosaic of a grand tree, stretching its branches.
There was the sound of soft dancer's footsteps, and a Troll dressed as a Pierrot stood.
Prophetic Naps
@pcrplevenom
This was no typical dream. The air was cool with the scent of rain. Marble halls stretched forth, many paths to be taken and explored.
On the floor was a mosaic of a grand tree, stretching its branches.
There was the sound of soft dancer's footsteps, and a Troll dressed as a Pierrot stood.
Your name is Stelle LaLune and you are nearing 8.5 Sweeps of age.
Your interests include ancient trees, wandering the Moon Palaces, and Pierrot.
You have lived on the Lone Moon since you were a grub, nurtured by an Exiled Imperial Drone, Acer. You like Acer, but he also mentions you have an adoptive older brother somewhere, beyond the Lone Moon. You know you are here because it is safest, but also lonely. You have learned to craft prophetic dreams to warn of future events. Your main concern is for a certain Tree that Holds All.
You are supposedly a Blood Color that was extinct, but brought back to life.
Your Trolltag is AcaciaTapestry and you tend to bold for emphasis. You use a lot of dream symbolism as well. Kind of annoying.