Stories set in the Oversaturated World, some silly, some less so.
"Okay, okay, light powers, light powers..."
Abstract "Abby" Cognition flexed her fingers, looking out amongst the crowd. Her eyes glowed briefly as she examined the people around her, trying to figure out...
to...
...that was strange. There, in one corner, sat a woman of pale blue, her own golden eyes locked on Abstract as an amused smile came to her face. She wasn't of any aspect that Abby had seen before, either.
Something about her seemed...
Abby shook her head, shutting her eyes momentarily as she tried to focus. When she looked up again she couldn't help but let out a squeak; the woman was there, right in front of her.
"U-um... hi!"
"Hello, child." The woman leaned forward. "Hmmm... ah. You seek, do you not?"
"I... guess?"
"But of course you would seek. It is in your nature." A single long finger tapped Abstract's nose with a giggle. "There are others who seek for reason, but you... you seek because you are that which is sought."
Abstract Cognition frowned for a moment. "Are you... are you going to just spout cryptic nonsense at me all day?"
"Certainly not, and three times over! I do not have all day to speak, my words are far from nonsense, and you deserve not a spout but only a trickle. Though..." the woman grinned as she leaned back. "I suppose you could be right about 'cryptic.'"
"Riiiiight... I need to get back to practicing."
"Must you truly?" the woman asked sadly. "I know of that power as well, little Maid."
"Oh, you've read Habittrapped?!"
"Is it really something that can be merely read?"
Abby giggled. "Yeah, I guess 'reading' isn't the best word for it. Still, Light is an awesome power!"
"Perhaps... but the character of those who have wielded it is not to be envied." The woman ticked off her fingers slowly. "The Seer, whose arrogance led to her acceptance of those beyond her kith, who after her ascension was left to languish in drink and died pointlessly... or, should I mention the other, who saw her daughter and mother slain in front of her?"
"Er—"
"The Sylph," the woman continued. "Such a charming young woman, was she not? Such a shame she turned out to view others as pawns, and disposable ones at that. In her madness, she attempted to defy and control, and so was slain, justly. Do I not recall these events correctly?"
"Well—"
"And of course," the woman finished, "the Thief. Oh, the words that could be said of her... and yet none so easily encapsulate." She smiled. "And now there is you, young Maid. Seeking understanding of what you have, for it is what all seek... and yet Light is not Hope, for a very good reason."
"I mean, sure, it can be dangerous," Abby agreed. "But... isn't it better to understand Light? To know how to avoid the dangers?"
The woman quirked an eyebrow. "You will not be swayed, I see. I suppose that is to be expected. A warning; those who play with powers great should beware others as such. I have no quarrel with you, yet... I suspect we shall have dealings in the future."
"...Who even are you, anyway?"
"One who has seen the new board and decided to play."
"What?"
"Abby!" shouted a new voice. Abstract turned to see her sister running up. "Geeze, what were you doing?"
"I was talking to—" Abby turned back, only to find the woman gone. "...what?!"
"What?"
"Did you see the woman? She was just here—"
"Are you okay? It's not like you to hallucinate."
Abstract Cognition looked from her sister's face to the space where her conversation partner had just been.
"I... I'm not... She was right here...."
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Well I have no idea what just happened, from top to bottom.
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An elf read Homestuck and then tried to discuss it with a fan-analyst. It's amazing that they understood what just happened.
This can only mean one thing: Andrew Hussie is a fae being.
As a mage of light myself, I have to say that it's not an unfortunate aspect at all. Quite the opposite in fact. Now princes of heart, on the other hand...
Fly, Pupa Pan, fly! *cackles in light*
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Now I want to see a whole series of mythical beings reacting to popular works of sci-fi and fantasy.
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Ohhh. It would be easier if your variation on the name had a complete word to replace 'home'. Couldn't find any mention of Habittrapped online.
I'm not the only one who's starting to seriously hate Winter Lights, am I?
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Fae are many things. Likable is not one of them.
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Annoying, though predictable. On the bright side, if I'm reading this properly it'll be almost impossible to prevent Winter Lights from becoming fully fae again - and that's a bright side because Tree Hugger will at some point be able to stop feeling guilty. Also, it implies Winter hasn't figured out how much more dangerous her current state of being really is. And it answers the redemption question: it's not about malice, revenge, or seeking power. Not really. This is simply somebody who lives the game which uses those as convenient team insignia so deeply she cannot conceive of anything else to do with her life, or that life can even work apart from it.
I'd feel a bit sorry for Indigo, except it's clear this version of her had basically no chance to stop seeking a fast life and young death, as it were. And at least she's found true love. It's just that, well... a human who happens to be very, very psychopathic (and I'm using that term precisely) can honestly love somebody. Doesn't mean a moment of boredom isn't an adequate reason to stab the loved one, because brain chemistry which never learned to do negative reinforcement means the idea that stabbing somebody you don't want to see stabbed could lead to consequences you don't like makes no emotional sense, you didn't rationally consider this anyway before deciding to start stabbing because it's just stabbing somebody, not anything serious like planning a birthday party or something you need to think about, and the followup will lead to the psychopath angry at a universe which for no reason whatsoever has let a loved one get hurt. In one sense the Fae are better than that. They do think these things out. The catch is, never stabbing a loved one means never fully expressing the grief and loss and shock at your own actions which to a fae is part and parcel of the storytelling potential of that love. They'll do it because they know the act does matter.
This still isn't an inevitable tragedy, of course, depending on just how many fingers are in this pie so far.