Being Vriska was one of the most impactful experiences of my whole existence. 15/10 do not recommend.

I had been settled into my experience of one kintype, my first awakening, for 7or so years (and wrestling with a second in the background).

My experience as Vriska revealed itself to me through exotrauma. I was grabbed and could not be let go.

I didn’t want to have another kintype. I didn’t want to find out I had been Vriska all along, all my life. Not then, certainly, at the height of Homestuck’s presence. But it was impossible to deny. It was thick on the ground. It was who I had been the entire time. It was waking up.

There is something amazing about myself as Vriska. Amazing and awful. It’s the best thing ever. It’s the worst thing I’ve ever experienced. There are things I regret, and things is do again in a heartbeat.

I’m Vriska Serket. AMA, I guess.