we have peeps in quadrants here. this is a place to chat/be dreamy/complain about said quadrants. i suppose this could also be a place to get relationship advice, if you so desire! i'll start. mah matesprit is J. he is a tall, skinny-built English guy who builds cabinets and is super sexy. he plays a lot of video games and is also super cuddly. he is gray-ace. he doesn't talk much. he is afraid of cooking. my moirail is S. she is studying to be an ASL/English-LSQ/French interpreter and she is rad. our moirallegiance flips ashen on occasion because she's got some brainweird and i'm good at sorting it out. i am occasionally my moirail's auspistice, as i mentioned. i don't usually require the services of an auspistice myself. i don't have a kismesis. honestly i'm not sure i'd have the spoons for it. and go! disclaimer: if you don't go in for the whole quadrant thing that's cool. this is just a place to chat about relationships and i know we are rife with Homestucks. i also know we have some poly folks here and that's awesome, i'd love to hear more about making that stuff work :D
I jokingly started referring to two of my friends as moirails. In the one case it does honestly seem to match up. We have a weirdly close, quasi-romantic friendship. Said weirdly close, quasi-romantic friendship is often characterized by keeping the other person in check. Pulling him back when he's being a fucking asshole. Pushing me back when I am doing the same but in my own unique fashion. He tends to be where I turn for advice first, and vice versa. It is often very exhausting for the both of us. I would say that another friend of mine is like a best friend, but I just don't feel about her the same way I do Ramus. Not at all. He is unique.
Haha, oh man. So, I'm the family two-wheeled device when it comes to auspisticing - basically, some of my family members have difficulty communicating with others, and when a misunderstanding starts to turn into a fight I'm the one who pops up, translates, and then shooes them away from each other. Good thing humans don't consider the ashen quadrant to be a romantic one! ...Also, my parents' relationship is a quarant-flipping nightmare. Normally they're both red, but sometimes one will flip black while the other is still red. Very rarely they're both black for each other at the same time. (Lest anyone think that my parents are committing domestic violence on a semi-regular basis, their expressions of black sentiment involve more verbal needling and less physical violence.) But. I mean. They have seven kids, so I guess it's working out for them?
My love for my boyfriend started as me going "oh my god he is annoying and I just want to kiss him to make him shut up and NOT KEEP SPOUTING PUNS EVERYWHERE!!!" so I started out going '<3< <3< <3<' and my friend thought it was hilarious that I was black crushing on him and then we ended up shifting red and now here we are. Welcome to hell sometimes I still wanna kiss his face till he stops the puns
My moirail's name is Kat (well, nickname) and she is a super mega creative cutie pie. She encourages me with writing and we send plot ideas back and forth and then when I'm sad she writes cute fluff for my otps. She draws lots of stuff and loves mythology and can talk for hours about it. Her particular favorite is Norse Mythology, and so that's what a lot of her writing is about. She loves makeup, and she'll send me links to all these really cool websites with fancy lipsticks and it's wonderful. We once spent a whole night reading terrible fanfic togther in a pile of blankets and stuffed animals, which was wonderful. We first met at a high school halloween dance, where she was dressed as Grell from Black Butler. My costume had a (handmade) chainsaw (I was a killer rabbit), and I ended up lending it to her for pictures. And then it turned out we were in the same major, so we started hanging out in the room that was filled with fish whenever we had spare time. She's so wonderful and I adore her so much. And then there's this really really sweet guy, R, who I might feel <3 for, but I'm bad at feels so I'm not totally sure. But he's really precious, and he likes the same shows I do, and he's so happy when I recommend him lots of books, and he has the cutest little pointy nose, like a ferret! And he thinks my lipsticks are cool, and is really awesome and fun to be around.
Silvereye is my moirail. I have another very important person but she doesn't fit the quadrant, and no need to, either. None of the other three. Kismeses sound way to self-destructive, no matesprit yet and lol I don't auspistice. I tell people to nuke their friendships, so I am like the anti-auspistice.
Have had a dedicated moirail for... almost eight years now? She's the sweetest and I'm pale as bone for her <>. My red is... currently complicated :( No club, but I get frequent spadecrushes on people. I'm really competitive and really respect people who beat me at things I'm good at. I kind of wish I had a kismesis; I could use someone to push me in non-gentle ways without going overboard. Also I'm semi-poly (?) and wouldn't mind my black being closer to a capital-R Relationship if my red were OK with it. I do tend to be a bit of a pale bike but so's my moirail so it works out. Sometimes when I end up regularly holding back/calming down someone I'll text her to let her know I'm cheating on her. My parents were totally black for each other, but they were trying to have a red relationship. I was telling mom about quadrants and she's all "OMG so THAT'S why we didn't work" and I ended up laughing way too hard because I'd never thought to apply it to them. Mom also has a moirail, which is why I introduced her to the quadrant system. She kept talking about how they were super close friends who look after each other but not in a Relationship and I went "Yes, you are. You're moirails."
My kismesis is a jerk but he improves my worldbuilding by trying to break it, so I keep him around grudgingly. He only insults me when I say something stupid (i.e. as opposed to insulting my worldbuilding, which happens all the time), so I'm pretty sure the respect is mutual. I'm pale for practically everyone in reach, which tends to be strongest for two or three people at any one time. I think there are three people now that call me their best friend? Funny, that. (It's fully two-way in all such circumstances. If it wasn't I'd respectfully try to hand them off or write them off as my spoon tithe instead.) I don't do red. I have been known to use "no hetero". Ashen is way out of my depth and uses my spoons like mad. I try to refrain from it.
My heart is kinda black cherry colored. Otherwise my quadrants are a barren wasteland. I'll never get past the drones at this rate.
My husband and I are so very red, with occasional patches of black. When I'm feeling down and I start trying to explain it at length, he always asks "is this a problem I can solve with my penis?". Luckily, I have an Internet moirail. A guy who lives in a different country, that I've never seen or heard, but we know practically everything about each other, we talk and listen and give advice and support, and generally keep each other sane. It's like the Platonic (troll Plato?) ideal of moirallegiance: mutual support, super intimate emotionally without ever being sexual. Sometimes my husband wonders about this, but then I ask him if he wants to be the one listening to me talking about my feelings all the time, and he quickly declines.
My moirail isn't a homestuck, but he's aware of what moirail means and he's def. mine. His name is Kelvin (yes) and he's one of the most hardworking, down-to-earth, solid people I know. His presence always grounds me and keeps me from freaking out or shutting down. He's so incredible, and he has the most dazzling smile and very smooth warm skin. He says my presence is very comforting to him, and the feeling is mutual. We behave like an eternally honeymooning couple. He has an incredible, outrageous sense of humor and a love for perfumed liquid soaps. Years ago, I nicknamed him "possum" because of the pastry possum, and the nickname stuck. He's about to graduate, one semester ahead of me, and I am just the proudest, happiest moirail. <> <> <> <> <> I used to be an ashen two wheel device but nowadays I avoid that quadrant like the fucking plague. My ex-matesprit Ana aspires to professional ashen prostitution (i.e. mediation) and I have to keep gently reminding her not to be a meddlesome meddling supportive friend.
