The Dog with Hair
In order to punish the industries for spoiling my life environment, I explain what relevant work by KC Green says about the subject.
As I refer to my dog creature many times in my articles, such a thing could be considered strange. However for the Homestuck fandom it is not. A two-page comic by KC Green for Halloween already depicted the meaning of my dog.
The notion of the hair relates to my brother, the bizarre image of this dog shifting between him and the dog and back. As in my next article about Tumblr women, it can also refer to ipgd carefully molding my soul back into shape, and so identifies me as a threat she is molding while on the team.

Blonde hair is associated with Dave Strider and so his good essential traits represent my brother from my perspective and me from ipgd's perspective. It also relates to being a monster dog that is serving the good, but in a quite strange and distant and unconcerned way, hence the strangeness of the hair.

This dog also relates to the this is fine dog, which became KC Green's Internet brand.
This forms a metastory combining both comics and characters. The idea that “it comes” suggests the aftermath of acceptance while burning, coming for vengeance against those responsible.
The Halloween comic invokes Smiledog, not only visually but in his line about being “the last you see in the end.” My dog relates to the poem The Hound of Heaven, and so poses an intimidating notion of someone you meet before Jesus if you fit into certain categories of people addressed by the comic, like Homestuck fans.

[Story] Aerostar
Power lines swayed under a bloody Rusty Red sky. Giant suns instantiated themselves in yellow orbs effusing into the distant sunrise. Amols small eons of growth in the arching shades of redsin. Transport ships moved in directed by a distance intelligence. It's size glittered into their minds, and its eyes glitted. Cast off Earth's like the shells of nuts…
Smiledog’s appearance is implied to be caused by a traumatic event of burning or symbolized by burning. The creepypasta came from 4chan, and the communal nature of the website naturally leads to developing characters first created by others.
Real Paranormal versus fake

I like KC Green. He developed my communal characters and reflected my life difficulties, and that is a simple enough reason to do so. He did lose his mind about things like social politics for a while, but I can forgive him. His interest in actually making and enjoying the sort of content I consider proper has always been apparent.
Homestuck drew in a few horror enthusiasts and many more fake ones. Both the team and the fan base. They chafed that horror commented on real life as it offended lgbtq and other sins, but the actual horror in their content was still commenting on real life. One of the main points of my teenage Revolution to make was to make things more personal, and so this horror is more personal than anything before. Secret networks associated with my dog character, as well as related things.

As one of the real horror enthusiasts, KC Green displays the desire for revenge for how my teenage efforts for horror and other things were ruined. When I point this out, the true nature of such a person should be considered. At peace with the darkness of life. Enduring things like gore, nightmares, and plagues of evil like few horror non-fans can, without a care in the world. But when those things are serious, in the midst of that mist of peace an invisible and subliminal machination of passionate Justice can be found. This can explain how a horror director can reject the notion that slashing teenage fornicators is intentional, as it happens not within conscious planning but within the horror Dimension they experience.
This is pretty easy to illustrate as what the comics are about is not a dog at all. What happened should not be taken literally, except for when the time for that comes. But there was constant daily burning. Not directly painful, but I despaired to know that things like living with friends nearby and traveling the country were burning up with it. When I missed out on those things, they were not mere possibilities. Those things were reflected in my soul, and those parts of my soul were incinerated.
There's something I love which is the special sense of my dog speaking in a man voice, expressing an incinerated dog personality. You can clearly see that I have a great deal of obsession with personal connection and those people I have become connected with. Just like a dog. But a dog who knows it's going to be a long time before any of those connections can be normal. And he enjoys this alternate form of connection.
I draw my monsters with layered facial features, and this features in my own psyche. I can feel the dog moving in the core of my mind, as I write this sort of thing. He is writing it as much as I am. Not exactly normal, but if I described what it is like instead people would be less willing to have me send this article around to anybody who enjoys this is fine dog.
When he posted this follow-up, it was supposed to have a political meaning of not encouraging acceptance of things that go against your party. but I think it's much more natural as simply honest artwork. People can go along with those worldly activities without really going along with them, especially when they become associated with ipgd.
The trickster is allied with God and works for God, but he has his own entirely separate dimension where he is King. And so things of horror are more properly associated with that dimension and other dark dimensions than our dimension embodied in Creation.
Temporarily within our world things were entirely focused on the task of attaining salvation for those who will receive it. But then comes the point when things such as the lively horror we know gain their own agenda to develop into the end times. When that happens, the separateness I refer to will apply: they will completely disregard the salvation narrative, in favor of things like resolving the horror properly, through those essential processes of horror.
What this means is that my dog will run rampant and manic, vile and magical, transformative and indiscernible, much worse than any rabies. He will still have fondness for God and such other human things, and for eternity. But I wholeheartedly believe that he shall be a purgatory machine for those certain groups like Homestuck fans. And uhhh for the other place too
As well, “but aren't so brave” relates to how things I experienced as a teenager and in other ways, including in my soul, will be reflected by what my dog does but they don't have The Bravery to overcome them. Seeking to prove that his master is as great as he feels is so.