I guess it’s time…

I’m so very sorry to announce what many of you have imagined already: Fairystuck has come to an end.

Thank you all for your concern and lovely messages and know that they have never been a bother. It’s just time to assume that a promise of weekly updates or even that we will still be able to update come next months is not something we (but mostly me) can keep. Making you wait any longer would be unfair.

Again, thanks to all of you for your incredible support. We had lots of fun and we sure hope you did too! In the future, we may post character profiles on our personal journals (most probably on Lira’s) for all those who didn’t get to make an appearance in FS. They are all linked to a particular fairytale and we had most of the characters figured out, up to the twelve troll kids. So there is that, if you’d like.

Thanks for a terrific experience, gals and guys!

Kyuri 

It’s official: Fairystuck will go on Hiatus until bout the second week of July.
Right now we have a page ready but it seems silly to post it alone and let it sit there for weeks, so we’ll wait until that date. Then, we can go back to our weekly update schedule and everything will make far more sense.
I am really sorry for disappearing! I won’t bore you with details but let’s just say that college happened and it just… keeps happening. I’ll get back to writing FS as soon as I can, so, if you’ll bear with me, we’ll be back in July! Thank you so much for following FS and for all the support you’ve given us. I love you all so much it’s icky. I swear.
In the meantime, you may want to check Lira’s webcomic: The Lonely Moon. The story is sweet and the art is great so do try and give it a chance, it’ll be awesome. You can also contact us both through our personal tumblrs at any time. Again, I’m sorry, and I hope we’ll see you guys soon!
Kyuri.

It’s official: Fairystuck will go on Hiatus until bout the second week of July.

Right now we have a page ready but it seems silly to post it alone and let it sit there for weeks, so we’ll wait until that date. Then, we can go back to our weekly update schedule and everything will make far more sense.

I am really sorry for disappearing! I won’t bore you with details but let’s just say that college happened and it just… keeps happening. I’ll get back to writing FS as soon as I can, so, if you’ll bear with me, we’ll be back in July! Thank you so much for following FS and for all the support you’ve given us. I love you all so much it’s icky. I swear.

In the meantime, you may want to check Lira’s webcomic: The Lonely Moon. The story is sweet and the art is great so do try and give it a chance, it’ll be awesome. You can also contact us both through our personal tumblrs at any time. Again, I’m sorry, and I hope we’ll see you guys soon!

Kyuri.

Is Fairystuck... dead? ;_;
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Oh, Anooon, it’s not! We would still love to finish the story but right now things are a little bit crazy, particularly for me. I’ll talk to Lira, kay? I can’t promise anything for the next couple weeks, but I hope we manage to get our update on after that. I’m so sorry for taking so long…

Mirrorlog:

EB: it’s going to be okay, man. just talk to jade. she knows what to do.CG: HEY, MORON, ARE YOU GOING TO HELP ME SET UP THE CAMP OR WHAT.EB: hold on a second, karkat! i’m kind of busy right now!CG: SHIT, DON’T LET ME DISTRACT YOU WITH OUR ASININE NEED FOR FOOD AND SHELTER THEN. WHAT THAT FUCK IS WRONG IS ME, YOU CLEARLY HAVE A LOT OF INSANE NEEDS TO TEND TO. AS YOU WERE, THEN. DO KEEP TALKING TO YOURSELF.TG: please tell me that is not a wild monster you have picked up and decided to motherTG: im being fucking polite here  TG: look at the shit youve reduced me to on account of your being an absolute dumbassEB: of course not! that’s my buddy karkat. we met in the woods; he is a great guy.TG: you met a guy in woodsTG: as in an actual personEB: sort of. he is this kind of wolf-troll-person… thing. but he is cool and pretty hilarious.EB: here, let me introduce you. karkat, come here for a sec!CG: FUCK YOU. SOME OF US ARE ACTUALLY TRYING TO DO SOMETHING USEFUL INSTEAD OF TALKING TO SALAMANDERS LIKE FRIKING MADMEN.TG: jesus fuck.EB: hey, that’s pretty rude, casey is a very good listener! but i wasn’t talking to her now.CG: WHATEVER. I’M GOING TO GET MORE WOOD. YOU JUST STAY THERE SITTING ON YOUR FAT ASS.EB: sorry, dave! he is in one of his moods. i’ll introduce you later.TG: so you are telling that monstrous tool is now your buddy-budTG: you picked up a vicious beast with an unclenching thirst of verbal abuse from the woodsTG: and you are going to travel with it to god knows where from now onEB: well, i guess, yeah.TG: and who the fuck is that casey broadTG: don’t tell me you got engaged to some critter now that youve found a best manEB: oh, don’t be silly. casey is just the most precious thing. we found her in the woods, i think i might adopt her!

The rest of the conversation just goes downhill to crazy lane from there.==>  

Mirrorlog:

EB: it’s going to be okay, man. just talk to jade. she knows what to do.
CG: HEY, MORON, ARE YOU GOING TO HELP ME SET UP THE CAMP OR WHAT.
EB: hold on a second, karkat! i’m kind of busy right now!
CG: SHIT, DON’T LET ME DISTRACT YOU WITH OUR ASININE NEED FOR FOOD AND SHELTER THEN. WHAT THAT FUCK IS WRONG IS ME, YOU CLEARLY HAVE A LOT OF INSANE NEEDS TO TEND TO. AS YOU WERE, THEN. DO KEEP TALKING TO YOURSELF.
TG: please tell me that is not a wild monster you have picked up and decided to mother
TG: im being fucking polite here  
TG: look at the shit youve reduced me to on account of your being an absolute dumbass
EB: of course not! that’s my buddy karkat. we met in the woods; he is a great guy.
TG: you met a guy in woods
TG: as in an actual person
EB: sort of. he is this kind of wolf-troll-person… thing. but he is cool and pretty hilarious.
EB: here, let me introduce you. karkat, come here for a sec!
CG: FUCK YOU. SOME OF US ARE ACTUALLY TRYING TO DO SOMETHING USEFUL INSTEAD OF TALKING TO SALAMANDERS LIKE FRIKING MADMEN.
TG: jesus fuck.
EB: hey, that’s pretty rude, casey is a very good listener! but i wasn’t talking to her now.
CG: WHATEVER. I’M GOING TO GET MORE WOOD. YOU JUST STAY THERE SITTING ON YOUR FAT ASS.
EB: sorry, dave! he is in one of his moods. i’ll introduce you later.
TG: so you are telling that monstrous tool is now your buddy-bud
TG: you picked up a vicious beast with an unclenching thirst of verbal abuse from the woods
TG: and you are going to travel with it to god knows where from now on
EB: well, i guess, yeah.
TG: and who the fuck is that casey broad
TG: don’t tell me you got engaged to some critter now that youve found a best man
EB: oh, don’t be silly. casey is just the most precious thing. we found her in the woods, i think i might adopt her!

The rest of the conversation just goes downhill to crazy lane from there.

==>  

Mirrorlog:

EB: oh, hi dave!EB: there you are. i’ve been looking all over for you!TG: yeah i could tellTG: all that fancy welcoming silenceTG: makes a bro weak in the kneesEB: oh, don’t be a baby. i was doing things.EB: you wouldn’t believe the amount of stuff that’s happened today!EB: i’m pretty sure it classifies as unreal.TG: well dangTG: guess you are gonna have to fill me in thenTG: you know i cant get my meddling hands off all that implausible shitTG: and speaking of meddling have you seen lalondeTG: mirror threw some kind of magical fit when i tried to contact herTG: did she spill one of her mothers happy brews on it againEB: actually, i needed to talk to you about rose.EB: well…EB: geez, okay, i’m really not good at this. don’t freak out, okay?EB: because i freaked out and it really doesn’t help. jade has things mostly figured out and we’ve got a plan.TG: i dont freak outTG: have nerves of fucking dwarf forged mirthril EB: dwarves aren’t real.TG: they are now because shut your faceTG: what were you on about lalondeEB: okay.EB: so the thing is, rose’s mirror broke.EB: but before it broke, she told me she had been sort of magically kidnapped.TG: whatEB: that’s why i told you not to freak on me!TG: justTG: keep talkingTG: what does that even meanEB: we didn’t get to talk that much before the mirror broke, but she told me she’d been trying to summon a demon.EB: it turns out she summoned herself to a demon’s castle instead or something like that.EB: we weren’t sure yet and then someone came into the room she was in and i couldn’t get a look before the mirror broke.TG: and im supposed to justTG: believe thisEB: yes?TG: i have to assume this is 100% sincere and not at all involved with you and you prankster gambit bullcrapEB: geez, it’s not! i wouldn’t be that much of a douchebag!EB: this is for real dave.EB: how would i have faked the broken mirror thing?TG: ok, soTG: this is actually a thing that is happening TG: and you told me not to freak out because harleys got it covered rightTG: how do you figureEB: well, she was kind of expecting this. she saw part of this in her dreams.TG: youve got to be shitting meEB: she did. it sounded pretty legit, too. and she has a plan to get rose back!TG: shit the loony mountain girl dreamed up a planTG: everyone else go home now we are savedEB: don’t be an ass, dave. i know you think her dreams are bullshit but she has proved to us she knows things she couldn’t possibly know without them before.EB: besides, the plan is already in motion.EB: we are already making this…TG: dont dare finish that sentence egbert i swearEB: happen!!TG: jesus fuck you are not visiting your grandmother are youTG: thats not why you are on the woods so lateEB: nope. sorry, dave.EB: i’ve already started my mission.TG: which isEB: to follow the north star!TG: and thenEB: i don’t know, we didn’t get that far. but we’ll figure it out.TG: you positive this is not a shitty jokeTG: cause it sure sounds like oneEB: this is as real as it gets man.TG: goddamnit egbert just

Goddamn.
You make a pause to get your fucking bearings because that shit just got sprawled worse than a maid on the king’s bed after a few cups of wine.==>  

Mirrorlog:

EB: oh, hi dave!
EB: there you are. i’ve been looking all over for you!
TG: yeah i could tell
TG: all that fancy welcoming silence
TG: makes a bro weak in the knees
EB: oh, don’t be a baby. i was doing things.
EB: you wouldn’t believe the amount of stuff that’s happened today!
EB: i’m pretty sure it classifies as unreal.
TG: well dang
TG: guess you are gonna have to fill me in then
TG: you know i cant get my meddling hands off all that implausible shit
TG: and speaking of meddling have you seen lalonde
TG: mirror threw some kind of magical fit when i tried to contact her
TG: did she spill one of her mothers happy brews on it again
EB: actually, i needed to talk to you about rose.
EB: well…
EB: geez, okay, i’m really not good at this. don’t freak out, okay?
EB: because i freaked out and it really doesn’t help. jade has things mostly figured out and we’ve got a plan.
TG: i dont freak out
TG: have nerves of fucking dwarf forged mirthril
EB: dwarves aren’t real.
TG: they are now because shut your face
TG: what were you on about lalonde
EB: okay.
EB: so the thing is, rose’s mirror broke.
EB: but before it broke, she told me she had been sort of magically kidnapped.
TG: what
EB: that’s why i told you not to freak on me!
TG: just
TG: keep talking
TG: what does that even mean
EB: we didn’t get to talk that much before the mirror broke, but she told me she’d been trying to summon a demon.
EB: it turns out she summoned herself to a demon’s castle instead or something like that.
EB: we weren’t sure yet and then someone came into the room she was in and i couldn’t get a look before the mirror broke.
TG: and im supposed to just
TG: believe this
EB: yes?
TG: i have to assume this is 100% sincere and not at all involved with you and you prankster gambit bullcrap
EB: geez, it’s not! i wouldn’t be that much of a douchebag!
EB: this is for real dave.
EB: how would i have faked the broken mirror thing?
TG: ok, so
TG: this is actually a thing that is happening
TG: and you told me not to freak out because harleys got it covered right
TG: how do you figure
EB: well, she was kind of expecting this. she saw part of this in her dreams.
TG: youve got to be shitting me
EB: she did. it sounded pretty legit, too. and she has a plan to get rose back!
TG: shit the loony mountain girl dreamed up a plan
TG: everyone else go home now we are saved
EB: don’t be an ass, dave. i know you think her dreams are bullshit but she has proved to us she knows things she couldn’t possibly know without them before.
EB: besides, the plan is already in motion.
EB: we are already making this…
TG: dont dare finish that sentence egbert i swear
EB: happen!!
TG: jesus fuck you are not visiting your grandmother are you
TG: thats not why you are on the woods so late
EB: nope. sorry, dave.
EB: i’ve already started my mission.
TG: which is
EB: to follow the north star!
TG: and then
EB: i don’t know, we didn’t get that far. but we’ll figure it out.
TG: you positive this is not a shitty joke
TG: cause it sure sounds like one
EB: this is as real as it gets man.
TG: goddamnit egbert just


Goddamn.

You make a pause to get your fucking bearings because that shit just got sprawled worse than a maid on the king’s bed after a few cups of wine.

==>  

> Dave: Fetch mirror and contact sassy broad

You try to contact Rose but all you get is a faint shock of purple energy. It would be more unsettling if it weren’t because you know how much she likes to play at being a grimdark princess. She is probably just trying some weird spell. Guess you’ll see what your best bro is doing then.

Mirrorlog:

TG: yo egbert
TG: sup
TG: are you there
TG: pick up your damn mirror
TG: i have so much to share
TG: hopes dreams and soulful crap
TG: you have no idea about all the sick shit ive seen lately
TG: seriously i dont know what the fuck they are feeding that horse
TG: nothing natural should have that color
TG: or that smell for that matter
TG: im baring my life here egbert
TG: my soul is lying trembling in the barn with its hair down and its panties lost in a pile of hay
TG: it only wants to be the queen of harvest festival
TG: only wants to be a star
TG: are you gonna make it a star  
TG: treat it like a proper gentleman
TG: you aren’t even near your mirror are you
TG: bet you left it under all your crap in that ridiculous basket of yours

==>

> Dave: Abscond like the smooth motherfucker you are

You go to your TRUNK, where you keep most of your shit. It was handmade by your brother with some dubious material when you were just a babe and you’ve owned it ever since. Sometimes it’s hard even to you to convince yourself that it’s all good and ironic and not borderline honest-to-god ridiculous, but hey. Your Bro might be a douche sometimes but he is so high up the echeladders of irony it’s insane.

Someday you’ll figure out the layers on this one. In the meantime, you add yet another level of irony to the equation by keeping what you dub your valuables in here. If you were a kid, you might even call them your TREASURES. But you are not and they ain’t and for some reason you even keep a cat skull in there.

There is one piece of sweet loot that you don’t keep there, though, and those are your MAGICAL SHADY ARTIFACTS, which you’ve come to fondly regard as COOLASS SHADES. You keep those bitches on at all times, mostly for ironic and not at all sentimental reasons.

So maybe they were a sort of present from Egbert. Whatever.

Speaking of dweebs, you should contact your friends already. But maybe Rose first. Fuck if you know why, but haven’t been able to shake the feeling that it’d be good to see her embarrass herself trying to sass you today. It’s been a while since you two chatted anyway.

> Dave: Fetch mirror and contact sassy broad.

> Dave: check out that fine plush rump walking by

Oh. Hello there, lil dude.

Yeah.

Maybe you are gonna pass on the poetry jam. People just can’t handle prolonged exposure to your swag without bursting into tears and boners alike, so you are going to give them a rest for now. Cal’s got things covered around here.

You might as well go see what your friends have been doing since you left.

> Dave: Abscond like the smooth motherfucker you are

> Dave: expand your artistic horizons

Maybe you should graze in other fields of art. Get your munch on on some of the fine soul nurturing produce that are music and stringing bullshit together to make it sound sweet.

You might as well compose ironically heartfelt poetry about the next thing that meets your eyes.

> Dave: check out that fine plush rump walking by

> Dave: Neigh ironically and ride around on your shovel, pretending to joust

Although the notion of riding on a shovel, flinging shit around and neighing strikes you as terribly ironic, you’ll have to pass.

There ain’t no way you’ll be caught dead indulging in any kind of horse-like behavior in your brother’s vicinity. The freak would enjoy it way too much for any irony to make it worth your while.

Besides, you have all your animal mimicking needs covered. You are simply the best there is on this gig.

> Dave: expand your artistic horizons