As you probably won't be surprised to know, it's
Magpie Monday over at Dialectic Dreamer's page- go give her a prompt, and join in the fun! This month, there's no theme for prompts- keep an eye out for what stories get sponsored, because it'll probably be an eclectic mix this time around!
And, on a more personal note- today is the anniversary of Homestuck's start. And while I'm no longer an active member of the fandom, and don't really like the direction the sequel has taken, Homestuck is always going to be something near and dear to my heart, as the first fandom I ever wrote a completed fic for and the first fandom I dove into AU's of- realistically, Homestuck was my introduction to fandom. And Vriska's speech before opening the Dues Ex Machina still sticks with me, even now.
So, in honor of the date- if you would care to, please continue on to the speech below, and relive with me a moment that resonated with me years ago.
VRISKA: You know, they can say whatever they want about me. VRISKA: But somewhere out there is a shimmering new universe growing in a big ball of water. VRISKA: He's looking hells of majestic. Amphibious and resplendent. His glorious croak would bring you to your knees. VRISKA: That universe is going to give life to billions of trillions of zillions of cute little aliens. VRISKA: You wouldn't even believe how pretty and wonderful and happy all these aliens will be. It's making your lip tremble just thinking about them, and how worth saving they are. Wow. VRISKA: You could walk up to one of those aliens and put your hand on its innocent shoulder, and with a straight face you could say, "Sorry to break it to you. But tomorrow, a guy named Lord English is going to destroy your universe. You are all going to die." VRISKA: And when that alien looks up at you with tears in its eyes, just before the first one rolls down its weird alien cheek, you lean in close to its absurd alien ear and whisper, "Psyche." VRISKA: That's because you know a long time ago, in an obscure pocket of reality the alien could never understand or give a shit about, some crazy girl sacrificed the "lives" of a bunch ghosts in order to kill that guy forever. VRISKA: They were already a million sweeps past their prime, existing on borrowed time, luxuriating in a kind of bizarre metaphysical longevity few others will ever enjoy. VRISKA: Just a fresh batch of bait the squid gods kept on ice for an insatiable fisherman cause they were sick of being hunted themselves. VRISKA: Those ghosts were all that stood in the way of an end to this eternal holocaust, and sparing their souls ain't different in my view from personally committing atrocities on a cosmic fucking scale. VRISKA: I only ever wanted to do the right thing no matter how it made people judge me, and I don't need a magic ring to do that. VRISKA: You don't have to be alive to make yourself relevant. VRISKA: And you don't have to be a good person to be a hero. VRISKA: You just have to know who you are and stay true to that. VRISKA: So I'm going to keep fighting for people the only way I ever knew how.

VRISKA: By being me.