- Homestuck (1)
"Her Imperious Condescension wasn't a game abstraction, she was a person, a horrible, vile person that Roxy doesn't regret killing in the slightest. However, killing people, troll or otherwise, was something that weighed heavily on a fragile human psyche. The various trolls, far more accustomed to the act, had given her their counsel in an attempt to soothe her mind. It helped, but that didn't stop the nightmares."
A post-game fic where, three months into the new world, everyone is dealing with the various weights and burdens they carry. Resolving them will hurt, far more than any death, dream, just, heroic, or otherwise. They'll all learn, slowly, just how strong they really are.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The Character Death and Depiction of Violence tags are for PAST DEATHS AND VIOLENCE. There will be none of that in the story's present day. I sincerely hope you enjoy the work, whether as catharsis, venting, joy, or any other kind of emotional imperative!
AUTHOR'S OTHER NOTE: This work is on a semi-hiatus due to college and also the ending credits invalidating most of its premise. I will still be continuing it at some point, but now we know that it's explicitly non-canon. ;n;