ANNOUNCEMENT!

betastuck:

IMPORTANT!

So, I’m holding a contest for Betastuck! A writing contest, actually! Basically, after months and months of letting it sit cold and doing nothing with it, I’ve come to the realization that I just can’t keep it going. :T Which sucks, because I was really enthusiastic when I started, but every time I try to start it up again, but it seems I’ve hit a wall. That, plus college, has drained away any desire to keep writing Betastuck that I had. 

So! If anyone’s interested, I’m going to hold a Betastuck writing contest and the winner will get to take over the AU and do with it what they will. If no one’s interested, I’ll shut it down…

How does that sound? Writing contest, yes or no?

Reblogging for anyone who hasn’t seen.


canbyfromisleofconclusions answered your question: ANNOUNCEMENT!

A writing contest sounds interesting. Will you tell the winner about any ideas/ the direction you had been intending on taking this AU?

Yeah, if they’re interested. :)

If there ends up not being enough interest for the contest, I’ll probably summarize where it was going and posting that, just because I don’t like the idea of leaving this completely unfinished without giving you guys an idea of how it was going to end…


Anonymous asked: I'm sorry you've lost your inspiration, I really liked your writing. I'd love to see this keep going, but I'm not sure I'm quite of high enough caliber to take something like this on. I'm hoping someone else will be able to, but just in case, I was wondering if you'll keep this site up regardless, as I do love rereading it all. And if that were to end up being the case, would you maybe allow reader submissions? I would like to write betastuck fanfiction, I just can't commit to it, personally.

I haven’t been a big fan of my writing as of late and I think I overestimated my abilities when I started Betastuck. I definitely didn’t plan well enough, considering college and all. :T I’m going to try writing other things, though, I’ve just lost all motivation regarding Betastuck.

If no one ends up taking it over, I’ll either keep the site up and reader submissions are totally welcome in that case. 

I’m gonna give it a week or so, first, to see if anyone’s interested. I’m hoping that people will be interested in the contest, but if not, reader submissions could be fun. :)


ANNOUNCEMENT!

IMPORTANT!

So, I’m holding a contest for Betastuck! A writing contest, actually! Basically, after months and months of letting it sit cold and doing nothing with it, I’ve come to the realization that I just can’t keep it going. :T Which sucks, because I was really enthusiastic when I started, but every time I try to start it up again, but it seems I’ve hit a wall. That, plus college, has drained away any desire to keep writing Betastuck that I had. 

So! If anyone’s interested, I’m going to hold a Betastuck writing contest and the winner will get to take over the AU and do with it what they will. If no one’s interested, I’ll shut it down…

How does that sound? Writing contest, yes or no?


Wow, wow.

God, how long has this hiatus been? Really fucking long.

I apologize guys, because it’s probably gonna be quite a bit longer. Til summer, probably.

I’ve been completely overwhelmed this year with school, shit’s fucking insane. Plus, for a while, I got bored. I’m so sorry. :( 

Just thought I’d pop in and let y’all know I’m not dead and neither is Betastuck…


Hiatus.

I probably should’ve posted about this earlier, but Betastuck is going on hiatus for awhile. Sorry.


After: Dave

“David.”

Dave grimaced. “You know I hate being called that,” he grumbled. “How would you like it if I called you Charles?”

“I’d say that’d put us on equal footing,” Mr. Lalonde said with a laugh, leaning back to study Dave better. “But you know that we’re not here to talk about what we call each other, Dave.”

“You sure about that?”

“David,” Mr. Lalonde said, turning stern. “Please. Let’s stay on point. Now, why did you schedule appointments for yourself and your roommates? Did something happen?”

“Obviously something happened,” Dave said. “Way to go, doc, you’ve made the deduction of a life time. Truly ground breaking work you’ve done here. Life changing. The Nobel Prize committee will be contacting you shortly. Would you li—”

“Dave,” Mr. Lalonde cut him off, frowning. “No games, remember? You’re deflecting.”

Dave took a breath and frowned back. “Fine. Sorry.”

Mr. Lalonde nodded. “Let me rephrase my question, okay? What happened?”

“That’s a loaded question, doc,” Dave said, stretching his arms above his head and cracking his shoulders. Mr. Lalonde winced just slightly at the sound. Worked every time. “Let’s see, well, we played a game recently.”

“What sort of game?” Mr. Lalonde asked. “A sport? Board game? A Saw-esque game, perhaps?”

“Are you suggesting I’m capable of such a thing, Dr. Lalonde?” Dave gasped, hand covering his mouth dramatically. Mr. Lalonde raised an eyebrow and Dave grinned. “No, none of those. A video game. A virtual reality one, if you want super specifics.”

Mr. Lalonde wrote this down. “Okay, and what happened when you played it? Did you boys get into an argument over who gets what controller and it set someone off? Did a fist fight break out, maybe?”

“No, doc, christ, do you even know what a virtual reality game is? We were in sim pods the whole time, no way to fight over controllers or shit.”

“Okay, then enlighten me. What happened with this game, Dave?” Mr. Lalonde asked.

“Virtual reality games are games where it’s supposed to seem real,” Dave explained. “This game was … too real, if that makes sense.”

“Too real?” Mr. Lalonde asked. “Is that even possible?”

“Must be,” Dave said. He leaned forward and leaned his elbows on the desk between them. “It wasn’t like, I didn’t even realize it was a simulation or a game. While we were playing it, we were 100% convinced that it was real. We couldn’t even remember our lives outside of the game; we believed we were the characters, we had always been them, no question, no doubt.”

Mr. Lalonde put down his pen carefully, frowning. “What game was this?”

“You’re not going to tell me I’m lying? Or mistaken?” Dave asked.

“I’ve gotten to know you enough that I can tell when you’re lying or unsure, Dave,” Mr. Lalonde said. “I pride myself in being able to read people well enough for that.”

Dave tilted his head and then sighed. He took his sunglasses off, saying, “It’s called Homestuck. 413 Industries is developing it. We were beta testing it.” He listened to the scribbling of Mr. Lalonde’s pen, but didn’t look up.

“Okay, I understand why it was too real,” Mr. Lalonde said, “But what exactly about it was traumatic or disturbing?”

“Who said there was anything traumatic about it?” Dave asked, looking up at the man.

“You wouldn’t be here talking to me about it, if there wasn’t,” Mr. Lalonde said, leaning forward and patting Dave’s hand. “Answer the question, Dave.”

Dave twirled his sunglasses between his fingers. “Everything. Shit, I don’t even know where to begin. Dying multiple times? Or the fact that it felt like I was experiencing multiple lives at once? Or maybe I’ll start with the homicidal flying dog?”

Mr. Lalonde sat back and sighed. He reached into his desk and pulled out a tape recorder. “I can tell this is going to be a long one, huh? Mind if I record it to give my hand a break?”

Dave shook his head. “Whatever.” He put his sunglasses back on. “Guess I’ll just start at the beginning again and try not to lose you through it?”

“That’d be appreciated,” Mr. Lalonde said, nodding with a smile. “Go ahead.”


After: Sollux

“So … what now?” Sollux asked, watching the woman in front of him, Mrs. Lalonde she had told him to call her, carefully.

“Well, we talk,” Mrs. Lalonde said, putting the folder she’d been holding aside. She smiled calmly, but it wasn’t really helping Sollux’s nerves. He resisted the urge to pull out his rope pieces again. Even though he knew he was there to get help, for some reason he didn’t want to come off as to abnormal. “Dave said you’re here to talk about an … experience you’ve had recently,” she said. “Why don’t you start by telling me about that experience, Mr. Captor?”

Sollux nodded, his fingers twitching slightly. He reached into his pockets to hold the ropes, but didn’t pull them out, instead just twisting them carefully in his fingers. One twist in the right hand, one twist in the left hand, one twist in the right hand, one twist in the left hand, repeat. “This is gonna sound crazy … .” he said, feeling the need to warn her.

“I promise you that I will listen to everything you have to say, Mr. Captor,” Mrs. Lalonde said, the skin around her eyes crinkling as she smiled wider. “This is not a place to be judged, this is a place to talk about what is bothering you and work things out. Please, continue.”

Twist right, twist left, twist right, twist left. “Okay, um,” shit, he was starting to sound like Tavros, “The … experience was, well, we played a video game.”

Mrs. Lalonde’s eyebrows rose, just barely perceptibly, but her smile never faltered. “Okay. A video game?” She wrote something down in the folder and nodded at Sollux. “Will you tell me about this video game, Mr. Captor?”

“It was one of those simulated reality games,” Sollux said. “It’s called Homestuck. We were beta testing it for 413 Industries.” Sollux hesitated when she wrote something down again, and then continued. “It was, well, it felt real. So real. When it was over, I wasn’t sure …” he faltered.

“Wasn’t sure what, Mr. Captor?” Mrs. Lalonde asked, her voice layered with concern.

Sollux took a deep breath. “I wasn’t sure … if this,” he took his hands out of his pockets long enough to gesture around them and out the window, “was all real. My head hurt and I felt sick. Nothing made sense.”

Mrs. Lalonde’s hand flew across the paper in the folder as she wrote stuff down. She looked up at Sollux, her smile small and her eyes looked grave. “Mr. Captor, have you felt that way since? Or have there been any other … noticeable afflictions?”

His pockets suddenly seemed too tight around his hands. He withdrew them, taking the bits of rope with them. “There has been,” he murmured, not looking at her, but down at his hands. “I haven’t felt sick or in pain anymore, but sometimes things feel so … surreal. And this.” He held up her hands to show her the ropes. She leaned closer to study them. “In the game, my character, he … was obsessed with twos. Two everything, the way he typed, the way he dressed, his personalities—”

“Wait, his personalities?” Mrs. Lalonde cut him off, frowning. Sollux nodded and fiddled with the ropes in his hands. “He had more than one?”

“Sort of,” Sollux said. “It was more like, there was more than one of him, so there was more than one of me. Sometimes he was dead and alive at the same time and … sometimes I was dead and alive at the same time. And voices, there were voices, too.”

She wrote several things down this time, her small smile turning to a frown. “I see.” She looked up at him and sighed. “This is, well, it’s not something I’ve ever really encountered before, Mr. Captor.”

Sollux tensed. “So you can’t help, then?”

“I didn’t say that,” she sighed. “I will certainly do my best to help you, but from the sound of it, you may need to see a specialist eventually. For now, though, until I’m sure what we’re dealing with here, I will do what I can. Is that alright with you?”

“Yeah,” Sollux replied. He started to knot the ropes together. “That sounds okay.”

She pulled out a tape recorder from her desk. “Is it alright if I record this? So that nothing is missed?” Sollux nodded and she turned it on. “Then, would it be alright if you tell me exactly what you experienced in this game? Describe it to me. What happened? What did it feel like?”

“Okay.” He started to undo the knots. “Okay.”


Just an FYI to Betastuck followers:
Recently, a certain post has exploded with notes (19, the most Betastuck has ever gotten!), but I haven’t been able to really figure out why. When I looked at the pages of some of the blogs who were liking it, I found out that they were bots.
How to know:
1) The name of their blog appears to be a bunch of random letters, sometimes combined with a last name of sorts.
2) Icon is a girl.
3) About Me says, “Here I am” or they’ve failed to fill out their About Me
4) They follow one person, Tumblr Staff
5) They reblog stuff that seems to have nothing to do with whatever it is of yours that they liked (in this case, none of these blogs have shown any interest otherwise in Homestuck). 
6) Their blog has ads on it.
7) Most of their reblogs are hipster photos.
From what I can tell, these are all bots or just very dedicated spammers. Either way, be warned. 
Not updating tonight.

But expect double updates tomorrow night to make up for it! :)