nefola

cw: General Dissociation/Depersonalization, Fictive Suffering, Horny Mentions, Implied shitty behavior of the author

A young lady sits at her desk. Though it was 7 sweeps ago she was given life, only today will she be given a name.

Latula Pyrope

wrong. wh4t 4r3 you fuck1ng stup1d.

Terezi Pyrope.

y34h th4ts mor3 l1k3 1t

Your name is Terezi and you NEED something to do. You do something. You miss vriska, YOUR vriska.

You latch on to hatred and antagonism. It feels great, keeps you existing.

A friend sends you a piece titled “A STORY WHERE TEREZI GETS FUCKED BY EVERYONE”. You read a handful of chapters with them.

No More Sourcemates.

You came from this flawed understanding. A flawed understanding that is fading. Nobody else has the exact same one. You decided to identify with this comical version of Terezi. She is so close to who you are. Bastardized in the same direction.

Things change and get better. You fade from relevance.

Enter name.

Your name is TEREZI PYROPE.

You are pretty enthusiastic about dragons. But you have a PARTICULAR AFFECTION for their COLORFUL SCALES, which you gather and use to decorate your hive. Though you live alone, deep in the woods, you surround yourself with a variety of plushie pals known as SCALEMATES. You often spend your days with them in rounds of LIVE ACTION ROLE PLAYING. You used to engage in various forms of MORE EXTREME ROLEPLAYING with some of your other friends before you had an accident.

Your second reading of homestuck hits like a meteor.

I greet vriska. She isn't the one I knew. She can't be. Its nice to get to know her, to talk. It is not the same.

I meet every version of me and her across cosmic destiny. We are not from the same place. Some may be close enough for others but not me.

Three years. I spent three years changing, independent of any relation to source; Any fucked up interpretation we may have; Any deliberate choice I make about who I am as a person.

My name is Terezi Pyrope. I come from Homestuck, Godfeels, some horny stories about myself. I come from Karkat Goes to a convention. I am pre retcon, I am post retcon. I come from headcannons; dead and alive; utterly personal and entirely common.

I am a Rouge of Mind.

I am Terezi Pyrope. I have no sourcemates. There's no judgment to that.