Let's get on this shit.

Oh also this is pretty old, but I found it and it's cute so here ya go. I used to ship this shit so hard, I was starting fires on my tablet.

>>51333
OH GOD WHY DID I SEE TOY STORY 3 TODAY.
Now the TS3 thread on this board freaks me out more. :c

>>51334
Aw, but it's a terribly cute ship. mostly because I imagine it starts off with Dave telling Tavros how to be a cool dude and troll more effectively.

"Nah, look bro. You just have to handle it in an ironic way. If you take shit seriously, you're gonna get trolled so, so hard. Remember?"
"Y-yeah, I remember. You got me good that time."
"Hey, it's alright man. You'll get there. You've got me to teach you how shit is done. Eventually you'll be starting all kinds of SICK FIRES."
"But I can already start sick fires!"
"No dawg. I mean real sick fires."
"Real sick fires?"
"No, IRONIC sick fires. Follow along here."

Since I've been lurking for forever and a day on the Homestuck threads, but not actually contributing anything, I thought I'd try to add some content.

Then I remembered I can't draw at all, but since I put in some time into it, I'll post it anyway, even if it's unfinished lines and John's sort of missing an arm since I couldn't figure out what to do with it.

Watch me do something ridiculously stupid while trying to post this and mess up.

>>51334

Oh god I remember this artist.

Four already?

>>51336
Oh my god, that is adorable. When I'm done with these random porn commissions, I think I might draw this.

>>51344
Well shit, I'm glad SOMEONE else is drawing things, it's a lonely existence being the only drawfag who consistently sticks to this. And this is cute, so keep doing it, god damn it. }:( (please? :3)
Maybe people are busy or shy or something, but I think the number of active (and posting) artists has whittled down to me.

nerp derp

>>51381

Fucking awesome :D

>>51351
Well Andrei is set to be returning soon once all his tablet issues work out. I think. Right? It's not like I'm speaking on his behalf or anything. That would be stupid.

>>51381
HAHA, OH YES. That's hilarious. Pretty much the way I imagined it, actually. But now I just see Dave sitting on his haunches behind Tavros, one arm draped around his shoulder, the other gesturing to the vast beyond.

"Sick fires, bro. Sick fires EVERYWHERE."

>>51381

Man, even that SLOUCH is in character. Fab.

and now I am a little weirded out. Not disturbed or perturbed or any other -urbed, really. Just weirded out. Huh.

>>51386
And now I have something ELSE to draw. :D
I was really mostly addressing the /coq/ thread. The only reason I draw more for here than /pco/ is because there are more people in the other thread. I don't want to see this thread die.

>>51390
This made me giggle.

>>51395
Aaah, okay. Apologiiiies. :v And haha, and just when I was going to put in a "this isn't a draw request, just something else that came to mind". Figured I didn't need to say it though, 'cause it wasn't like I was asking for it to be done.

And now to disappear for an hour to get this damn story written.

>>51401
It's okay! I wasn't mad or anything. :B
And I love your ideas, they're great. I have trouble thinking of things to draw, so they're always welcome to me.
And YES I cannot wait to see it. :3c

Okay, I apologize for the length of this chapter, but this really does seem to be the way that this works for me. First chapter sets the scene and the mood, the second chapter sets the build-up and the tension, and the third chapter is sex.

But I figure if I post this now, I'll feel more obligated to finish this up sooner, so that I don't leave people hanging. It's like self-motivation, but with more guilt involved!

Sollux/Karkat
"Louder"
Chapter One:

~~~
It's sometime around three-fifteen in the morning when Karkat hears a knock on the door.

At first, he has no intention of answering it. By all rights he should be asleep and so should just about everybody else. And he's not really keen on the fact that if somebody is knocking, they probably think he's most likely awake, and they're right. "Fuck you, go away," he growls low, the threat not quite escaping his throat.

The knock comes again but louder; the sound of the flat of someone's fist meeting the door. Karkat counts them lucky, in his head; he doesn't have the energy to find where he last tossed his sickle, so they're just going to have to deal with a punch to the face. Maybe two.

He swears under his breath and heads for the door, wishing for a moment that he could simply throw a punch through the damn thing like that machinist bastard and be done with it. Instead he throws open the door with righteous fury and pre-emptively glares as hard as he can at--

"Oh son of a fuck, what the hell could you possibly want at this god damn hour, Tholluckth?" Because that's who it was, of course. It's hardly ever anybody else. It's not as if anybody else can even make the long-ass trek to his hivecluster, much less his individual lawncircle. "You do know what time it is, right?"

"I. Uh. Well, that is. Um. Shit. Uh."

One eyebrow settles into it's usual, comfortably furious angle. "You dumb bastard. You ate some of your idiot psycho-bee shitjelly, didn't you?"

"What? No, no. That's not. No. I just. Uh. Damn it. I. Bluh."

Karkat can tell that Sollux has no real idea what the hell he's trying to say. The idiot is standing in his doorway for a reason though, and it's apparent that he's attempting to say something. If he's lucky he'll know what the bespectacled spectacle is getting at sometime tomorrow. Not that he could possibly sleep in the interim with all that lisp-ridden babbling. "Oh for grub's sake just get inside so I can at least sit down while you have another one of your trademark fucking beam-seizures."

He can almost hear the steam spewing from the of the psychokinetic behind him as he walks over to his couch. It makes him grin a bit too hard, and not entirely of his own volition. At this point taking pleasure in insults is compulsory, and he can't really stop himself, even if it is Sollux.

'Hell,' Karkat muses. 'Especially since it's Sollux. It's just too much fun.'

Karkat drags his hand across his face, attempting to literally wipe the grin away. It is almost instantly replaced by a very convincing expression of exhaustion. Not in the least sincere, as they can surely both tell, but convincing.

Just bite back on it Just another thing he doesn't see One eye shut one eye open

'Whoa, what the fuck?' The fact that Karkat refrains from turning the thought into an outburst impresses even him. His eyes widen, but only just a little, wondering if Sollux is reading his mind right at this moment. For the first time since Sollux walked into his place, Karkat actually looks at him: the bifurcated psycho himself is sitting in a chair across the room, just fidgeting, wringing both of his wrists in turn. One eye shut, one eye open. He doesn't seem to notice at all what just happened. It even takes Karkat a moment to process.

"He's projecting his thoughts out," he realizes. "And he doesn't have a damn clue he's doing it."

"So are you going to warn me then?"

Interruption. Sollux spouts out a trickle of gibberish, his train of thought broken momentarily. "W-what? Uh, I mean, about what?"

"About what-- about when you're going to have your classic mouth-foaming, heterochromic meltdown. I've never seen you this jittery. How much of that server-slime did you even eat, anyway?"

Fucking hell Karkat would you just "Shut up, I didn't eat any of that stuff. I already told you so." Sollux expression had turned rancorous pretty quickly somewhere along the line. And had he switched eyes? Er, closed one and opened the other? Which one was open before or closed now, Karkat can't really remember.

"Alright, alright. Jegus you're as sensitive as a new-born larva sometimes. You sound like you've at least been snorting sopor slime in your sleep."

"Fuck you! I haven't been eating mind honey, and I haven't been snorting sopor slime in my sl--"

Sollux broke off into a rage-filled snarl, punching the arm of the chair at the sound of Karkat's mocking laughter. "Hahaaaa, that NEVER GETS OLD, fangface, it really never gets old. Oh man. Oh jegus," Karkat choked out between laughs, hands pressed tight against his abdomen in half-pain. All the while Sollux was muttering a near-constant stream of sentence fragments, beginnings of a speech and tail-ends of tapered-off questions. Karkat, who will never admit to it, was trying to make sense of the bits he heard, but to no avail.

"Karkat," you stupid grubfucking speech-bigot "...KK. Just listen for one... moment, alright? Jegus fuck it's a miracle how I can ever get a word in with you firing off insults every god damn second. I call a cease-fire. Okay? Guns down. Out of your poorly made, amateur-level war trench. Augh."

Karkat looks and feels pretty snubbed at that, but he also suddenly feels some of the tiredness he had been halfheartedly faking, so he decides he'll shut up. He puts both of his hands over his mouth in a show of cooperation, though his eyes glare at the psychokinectic levelly. Good enough.

"Alright, look. You know how we always fight and bitch and argue and things, right." It wasn't a question; of course he knew the routine. Bitch bitch bitch, snipe each others insecurities, awkward reaffirmation of friendship, repeat. "And that's--" Sollux clears his throat, resuming his speech with more confidence and a pretty brave attempt at losing the lisp at that, "And that's how it is. That's how it works. Which... that's weird, right." Again, not a question, and Karkat thinks it's not that strange. "Because everybody knows, or at least thinks, that we're best friends. You and me, KK. They think we're the other's best friend. But they're right, aren't they? We're usually at each other's throats, but we've always done that. But we only end up becoming better friends for it every time."

"Okay," Karkat thinks, "this is getting both repetitive and cyclical. This is a mobius-strip speech, and I hate loops about as much as anyone can hate a programming concept. What the hell is he getting at?"

Sollux's face is all confidence, in that moment. He looks as though his words to come are a pre-planned certainty. Even Karkat feels bad, then, when the bipolar boy opens his mouth and a faltering sound tumbles out of it, the clumsiness of it tugging at the edges of his lips like a heavy, heavy weight. Sollux's face falls into one hand, a thumb keeping his glasses from falling off. Behind the lenses Karkat can see his eyes are clenched tight, as his own trail down to see-- a fist, closed just as hard around a lack of words.

And in that brief moment Karkat's chest hurts so much that he wants to explode. He's seen Sollux like this more times than he can count, and each time he feels sort of bad, yeah, but this is different. This hurts like his bones are suffocating his insides. Like his pulse is almost breaking his skin.

He catches a brief red-blue glow from across the room, dimmed by Sollux's eyelids, but it's enough that when his own eyes feel like they're going to pop out of his head, he realizes all at once that Sollux isn't just projecting his thoughts, but his emotions too. His entire burden in a fucking handbasket.

Karkat god damn it why can't you just GET IT why is it so hard You make everything so fucking difficult Why can't you just see that I LOVE YOU YOU STUPID FUCKER

It feels like being drop-kicked by a meteor, like the wind has been removed from him outright, and all Karkat can do is gape at the revelation that surprises no one but him. Him, and him alone.
~~~

>>51390>>51391>>51392>>51393

God last night was weird.

>>51406

Last night was weird, but this, on the other hand, is fuckin' awesome. Even without a second chapter, even without porn, I really really like this.

Sollux's bipolar heterochromic doubleteam breakdown, especially. Just....it all works. It's a little overwrought, but so is everything else about the trolls. Of course Sollux is a bifurcated dumpass that knocks on his best friend's door at three in the morning. He probably flew right over, jerking back and forth in the sky and muttering to himself the whole way. A flashing red-and-blue nutcase.

Lucky fucker, Sollux Captor. He doesn't have to actually spit out how he feels (not that he could get it out), when he can telempathically project it instead. The most direct way possible of showing someone else how you feel. It's almost sweet, except it's Sollux and Karkat. Who don't really do 'sweet.'

>>51410
It's more than a little overwrought, but after thinking about how a conversation between Sollux and Karkat about their "feelings" would go, I had to make it this weird, tele-empathy thing. Thankfully though, that's also the crux of this particular story, and not just some silly plot device to initiate the sex. Er. I think.

Though, you mentioning him flying over flashing red and blue and weaving the whole way just makes me imagine him like some kind of drunken psychic police-man.

Sollux: Eat mind honey and fly around pretending to be a police car.

"That has to be the dumbest thing you've ever even had the notion to think of doingWEEEE WOOOO WEEEE WOOOO SIREN NOISES."

>>51406
Yesss this is so good. And I think it depicts what a relationship between them would be like really accurately. Zuki worded it better than I can. :B
I can't wait for the rest <3

>>51413

Ahahaa I cannot stop laughing at that mental image.

I wasn't even imagining him eating the mind honey first. It's just that, when Vriska is controlling him, he's glowing purple: red and blue at once. But I imagine that if he's lost his shit in the middle of an emotional breakdown, it would be a lot less consistent than that.

I do imagine Karkat as someone that Can Not Spit It Out regarding feelings other than rage and hatred; I had the seed of an idea for a fiction regarding him just seething with jealousy over GA and Sollux sneaking kisses in the Veil.

>>51406

Yes.

Also more please.

>>51351

Well, I don't want you being lonely over here on /coq/, so I guess I could try sketching out a few more shitty drawings once I get some actual ideas.

>>51436
Alright, this monster of a second chapter (in terms of content, not of length) is almost finished. I can't even begin to describe how much I dislike writing really action intense scenes. Jegus.

But almost there.

I hate action scenes I hate action scenes I hate action scenes

I like Karkat and Sollux though. I just wish they weren't so fucking stubborn. God damn it. Here's chapter two.

Sollux/Karkat
"Louder"
Chapter Two

~~~


"KK? W-what are you making that face for? Was it something I said? Jegus. Augh. Why do I have to be so..."

Karkat is still just sitting there, mouth hanging open and slack, eyes switching in and out of focus. And when they do focus, it's on Sollux and his gibbering line of questioning. Karkat, for all of his rapier-wit and keen instincts, has no idea on how to make sense of this. Not really. Mostly because his brain isn't built for that kind thing. 'Feelings'. He has them, of course. And he acts on them pretty often. But this isn't a normal reaction he normally deals with from normal people. The only thing he has to compare Sollux's thoughts to are the undeniably shitty romantic comedies that he so enjoys.

He tries to picture Sollux and himself in a romantic comedy setting, and it is only then that his mouth closes, tamping down the bile that rose into his throat at the very thought.

"Karkat?"

He can't help himself. It's just basic reaction at this point. "Sollux."

"...yes?"

"Your lisp is a god damn religious experience."

Karkat had never noticed the various little quirks the bipolar boy had, the subtle and blatant facial tics-- but tonight is different. He is being forced to pay attention to Sollux, if only to better understand what the hell was happening. Because every time Karkat looks up, every time he stops to try and read the other boy's expression, there's something new to notice. Another thing Karkat didn't know about before, another thing that makes him feel like grinning.

And if he's sure of anything right now, seeing those heterochrome eyes shoot wide open screaming PISSED, it's how many things he doesn't know about Sollux.

"Jegus, I mean I just do not have the words for it. I'm right here witnessing it and I'm speechless. It's this incredible fucking explosion of red and blue babbling. It's quite frankly unlike anything I've ever fucking heard. This must be what Terezi feels like all the time."

You ruin everything Go ahead Verbal beatdown Same thing all over again Then apologize That makes it alright Doesn't it RUINER

The pain is blaring like klaxon inside Karkat's chest now: Sollux's anger, his anguish, his angst is washing over him like boiling water. It is debilitating, incapacitating his thoughts-- but only briefly. He is overcome with the urge to push Sollux past the breaking point, to get Sollux to-- what? Admit it outloud?

...yes. Otherwise, Sollux is right: it'll be insults and bitching and apologies all over again and neither of them will be able to sleep at all. If even Sollux is trying to confront this stupid clusterfuck of feelings head-on, then there's no way in flaming fucking hell he's not going to beat him to it.

"Do you even know what you sound like? Are you cognitive of the pronunciations you emit from that toothy maw-hole? 'Becauthe your thitty thpeech alwayth thoundth jutht like thith.'"

RUINER

What happened next happened very, very fast.

Karkat didn't see Sollux stand up, and the notion of wondering when the hell that even happened doesn't have time to cross his mind before Sollux is upon him. Various things fly past his head and he can't figure out if Sollux just flew at him that fast, or if the psychokinetic is just going fucking Poltergeist on his shit. It's not important. At some point the couch tipped over with them on it, and he can't think of anything at all because the world sounds like a jet engine exploding--

--but it's not, it's Sollux and he's screaming into Karkat's face, screaming into him without knowing it. Those heterochrome eyes bleed red-blue light into the air, his mind intrudes into Karkat's without any announcement, and while he's fully aware that he's being choked against the wall, it seems like forever before he realizes that Sollux and himself, couch and all, are on the fucking ceiling. He doesn't really notice how little air he has until he tries to yell back.

Ruin everything Fuck You (want) Hate you HATE you STUPID DUMB IDIOT why can't you see this You Bastard you incredible son of a BITCH

Sollux finally releases him, but only long enough to punch him. Right in the god damn face. It's only inbetween those punches that he can breathe, and only between breaths that he manages to say anything. He only manages curses. That's all that is expected of him from either party. Karkat surprises himself when he punches the bifurcated maelstrom of loathing that is Sollux in his stupid fucking glasses.

And finally, everything settles down. Sollux groans as he tries to stand up, to find his glasses, to get his bearings. Karkat is already on his feet, and a few steps later Sollux's glasses find themselves broken beneath his shoe, shattering more with each twist of his ankle. Karkat glares down at him coolly, disappointment momentarily disrupting the look of level fury on his face.

"Fuck you."

With a ridiculous amount of restraint, Sollux very slowly looks up to meet Karkat's eyes.

"Fuck you, and the hoofbeast you rode in on like some kind of valiant fucking Cavalreaper. You can't even tell me what you came here to say without causing some kind of major fucking disaster. It's times like these that I can't even stand to have you as a friend."

Behind him, things were moving. Furniture, sharp objects, electronics-- all were being levitated about. And Karkat?

Karkat feels himself get wrenched off of his feet by some an unseen but sure as hell not unknown force. He also feels himself hit the wall behind him. In addition to that, he definitely feels the pain involved in the entire process. And somewhere in the blurry, vertiginous migraine that's forming in his head, he feels himself say "Ow."

He moves to get up, to go bash the psychokinetic's face in, but he gets thrown back against the wall once again by that damn purple glow that signifies being completely fucked. When Karkat looks down, he realizes why Sollux tossed his ass like a ragdoll: Karkat's sickle is stuck in the wall behind him, wrapping around his neck and just waiting to decapitate him. He nearly fucking culled himself.

"You want me to talk to you, Karkat? Fine. Listen."

Inside, Karkat feels an immense relief.

And somewhere in that feeling of relief, he's still pretty pissed off as Sollux, finally, begins to actually fucking speak.

~~~

>>51463

I totally understand the action scene hate, because I can't ever seem to get Karkat to do anything without a huge fucking summer blockbuster fight sequence either.

Still, this is pretty enjoyable and I can't wait for the rest. :D

>>51463
This is effing great. The fight scene is both hilarious and also feels sorta tragic. Like they have to resort to violence of that caliber before they can do something like talk about their feelings. I love these guys~

>>51463
I'm really enjoying this!

Here's a wedding fic someone wrote on the forum. It's super cute and I thought I'd share it. c:
_____________________________________

John was staring at himself in the mirror. Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead, threatening to gain enough mass that they might fall. His cheeks were red. His glasses were edging on fogging. Oh no, he thought. I have to calm down. I can't go out there like this!

Breathe, he told himself. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Oh god why is this thing still wrinkly?!

John began smoothing down the satin fabric that fell from his hips. Did ... did he look too hippy in this dress? He turned around in front of the mirror, casting a glance over his shoulder to try and find a decent vantage point for spying on his rear. The unflattering angle did little to assuage his fears. A drop of sweat fell from his brow, landing on the crest of his burning cheek. Satin just did not breathe!

He turned back to face the mirror, annoyance beginning to overwhelm his intense anxiety. He was going to sweat through it! He would have to go out there with sweat stains! Yellow pits! Wet face! Fogged glasses! Arrgh!

There was a tugging on his long, flowing skirt. He looked down. An imp was scowling up at him as it pulled lightly on the lower half of John's far-too-expensive dress.

"What?!"

The imp sneered and held up the veil. John snatched it from its hands. It was only trying to help, but John was quickly learning that so much anxiety left him little room for compassion.

He forcefully placed it on his head, fumbling with the pins that would hold the hat portion down. Maybe he could just wear the veil over his face the whole time. He'd never see him sweating so profusely! It might even make him look less red!

Yeah, John thought. That's the ticket. He fluffed the veil up, letting it drape over his face. It matched the intricate patterns of satin and lace and pearl that dotted his chest, swirling down until it reached the flowing satin bottom that was so ridiculously hot oh god how could anyone wear this ever?

The imp tugged at him again. It was time to go. John swallowed hard and inhaled deeply as he glanced over his ensemble one last time. He pulled the white satin gloves up his forearms and smoothed down the fabric over his hips one last time.

---

Dave could not stop scratching. The dress was literally like donning a fucking skin disease you might get out in the remotest fucking jungle on earth. His shoulders were exposed and cold, and every time he moved the starchy fabric of the bustier's edge would scratch up against his skin. He held his breath, trying not to move. He'd just have to hold his breath the whole time. This was ridiculous.

A familiar sensation arose from his lower back. Was there a tag in there?! Oh god! Dave broke his composure and began scratching the spot vigorously, his head falling backwards as he enjoyed the relief the scratches gave.

An imp entered the room, signaling that it was time to go. Dave scowled at it. The imp scowled back. Dave scowled harder. The imp took a menacing step toward him. This could go on all day.

"Get out of here!" Dave yelled at it. "I'll leave when I'm damn well ready!"

The imp made a strange noise and turned away from him. It looked over its shoulder, meeting Dave's line of sight, and shook its rear mockingly.

"You're pretty damn lucky I can't move in this thing," Dave said to it. "I would roast you over a pit fire like a god damn suckling pig, my mouth watering over the sizzling juices you'd drip down into the fire as you slowly spun around the spit. I'd even enjoy you with a side of potatoes, maybe make a god damn gravy out of your disgusting inky giblets."

The imp smacked its butt with one of its many tentacles, and let out what Dave assumed was a giggle as it ran out of the room.

Dave scowled as he turned back to the mirror. The tight cotton fabric that hugged his thighs rubbed his skin as he moved. The skirt opened in a slit just below his knees, allowing him a meager amount of breathing room. If only the slit were higher, then he might actually be able to take a step that stretched more than a few inches. He'd have to shuffle out like a fucked up wind-up doll, mechanically teetering down the aisle.

He turned around to look at his backside in the mirror. The fabric that draped down from the center of his waist was splayed out almost perfectly, falling in a tail of intense waves down to the ground behind him. He put his hands on his hips, posing slightly. The bustier rubbed against his skin again. He gritted his teeth through the irritation. This was ridiculous.

---

The music began. It was a strange tune with no discernable melody. Various strange sounds emanated from the hidden audio system, instruments neither of them had ever heard before blasting out horrific notes. John stared forward through fogged glasses and a thick veil, mouth dry. Dave looked back from behind his sunglasses, teeth pressed together painfully as he tried to tune out the horrific sounds that surrounded them. They looked at each other, waiting to turn into the room and walk down the aisle.

"I can't walk in this," Dave whispered harshly.

"What?" John couldn't hear a word over the cacophony of torturous sound surrounding them.

"I can't walk in this!"

"I can't hear you!"

"Egbert--"

The music changed abruptly into something even more dissonant. Both boys stood straighter. That was their signal. They turned simultaneously, looking into the room ahead of them. The pews were filled with imps, all crawling over each other, giggling and screeching. Some toppled over onto the ground. It looked like an inky ocean, roiling up and splashing down imps as they laughed and climbed. They spotted the boys and began hooting raucously at them, almost drowning out the noise that bellowed from the walls.

The both took a step forward. Several beads of sweat splattered down as John's body jostled from the movement. Dave was only able to move a few inches, and scowled as he saw John walking faster.

John reached the altar. Dave was still struggling by the door.

"God damnit," he said, though his voice couldn't be heard between the music and the imp's shouting. He reached down and unceremoniously yanked up the tight skirt, exposing himself to his upper thighs. More sweat fell from John's brow as he watched. Dave stormed up to the altar, frowning intensely, one hand on his chest to try and block the bustier from scratching him as he moved, the other holding the skirt's fabric up.

"Nice dress," John said as Dave reached his side.

Dave was still frowning. "Shut up."

"I'm serious! I ... like it."

"Oh. Yeah, well. Thanks."

"Are you ready for this?"

Dave patted down his skirt and stood straight, regaining his composure. "Of course."

"G-Good. Me too."

Dave cast him a sideways glance. John felt a bead of sweat roll down his back. Dave smiled slightly. John couldn't help but return the expression.

The both turned forward, the sounds surrounding them fading away as their hands met in the gap between them. The altar in front of them was empty. The boys shared a deep exhale, relaxing as they gripped each other's hands tightly, comforted by the other's presence.

Slowly, a head appeared from below the altar, rising up steadily. A tiny baseball cap. Bright blue eyes. A wooden mouth. Dave's blood turned cold. John's breathing ceased completely. Cal continued to rise inexplicably until the puppet was fully visible from behind the table. He raised his arms high, and the imp's cheering peaked. Light seemed to emanate from behind Cal. Dave couldn't feel his legs. His mouth had fallen open. He couldn't move. John began to quake violently as the light grew brighter and brighter. Cal continued to rise and the imps continued to cheer; the room was boiling over. Dave's hand fell away from John's, and they felt as though they were lost -- falling and falling into the hellish dimension that was appearing before them. Cal's mouth opened wide, barely visible from the intense light that grew still behind him. The room began to shake, and the light turned blinding.

---

John awoke to see Dave above him, shaking him violently.

"Stop screaming!" he cried.

John bolted up from the ground, knocking Dave back as he fell forward. He panted and looked around, trying to spot where Cal had gone.

"W-What happened?! Where's Cal?"

"Cal's not here! It was a dream!"

"O-Oh..." John relaxed slightly and sat back on his legs, one hand to his heart as it slowed. They were both sitting on the checkered pattern of Skaia's ground. John looked to Dave, still not over the fright. "I - I seriously thought I was going to die! There were all these imps and ... " John's voice petered out as he remembered the rest of his dream. He glanced at Dave, embarrassed.

Dave had an inexplicable expression on his face. "You had a dream about imps ... and Cal?"

"Yeah ... " John looked away -- he was not about to explain the wedding portion of the dream to Dave.

"Was it ... in a church?"

John's head snapped around. "Yeah!"

Dave swallowed hard. "Egbert, were we ... were we getting married in this dream of yours?"

John felt his face flush. "Uh ... well ... " suddenly he looked at his friend, confused. "Wait, did you ... did you dream that too?"

They looked at each other awkwardly. "Yeah ... I guess I did." Dave scratched his head. "Weird, huh? Skaia must do strange things to people when they fall asleep here ..."

John shook his head. "That was so bizarre! I mean, can you imagine... getting married?" He let out a short, nervous laugh. "Wow!"

"Yeah ... " Dave looked away. He hadn't dreamt anything of the sort. He glanced up to the sky one last time. One cloud remained, though it was growing distant now. He hoped it would disappear before John could see it. Inside he could still see the two of them, standing hand in hand in front of Cal, who smiled down on them. The imps were throwing confetti.

Surely they couldn't all come true. Surely Skaia had a sense of humor. Surely ... surely this was some joke.

"Haha," John laughed nervously once more, rubbing the back of his head. "Such a weird place!"

"Yeah," Dave said, beads of sweat now nervously forming on his brow. "It really is."

>>51488
Ooooh god I'm giggling like a fucking moron at this

I edited Nepeta's shipping wall of Gamzee and Karkat. Hehehe.

me too

>>51519
I like how "oh yesssss" is right under it.

>>51488
This is downright insane. I love it.

>>51334
late to the party I know but I just realized I have like a decent amount f this artist's work saved so...

i will post whatever is relevant. most of it is like, fluff though.
can say in all honesty that where i got half of this blurrs together.

>>51531
I remember this, oh my god <3
This is what got me into Tavros/Gamzee. Aaaaaa~


ALSO YOU GUYS. I am so EXCITE.
http://www.mspaforums.com/showthread.php?30473-MILESTONE!-Pesterchum-2.0
I was not aware this existed until right now.
My chumhandle is atrociousGoat if you want to roleplay or something. :D
I'm going to roleplay as my fantroll.

>>51534
wHOA, YOU ROLEPLAY,
dON'T KNOW WHY I, WOULD THINK YOU WOULDN'T

Did you hear about the big clusterstuck thing? The pesterchum client was being somewhat developed in tandem with that project. Both are ridiculously ambitious.

(I think I will try not to pester you though because I think I already do enough as it is it's kind of weird)

>>51545
I'M THE GOG-DAMN ROLEPLAY MASTER.
I actually haven't heard of that. I've got my head in places that could be described as being similar to my ass. All the time.

AND FEEL FREE TO BOTHER ME I love having 10 chat windows open at once and not knowing which one just booped at me, ahahaha. But nah, seriously, I don't mind at all. C:

>>51545

I am on that roleplay bucket. I'm in Clusterstuck, considering joining some thing on the forums, and I pretended to be gardenGnostic for a while on pesterChum.

And there's the tabletop game I'm GM'ing, Sburb-game-with-OC's style.

I roleplay so much you'd think I was a troll or something.

CG: APOLOGY ACCEPTED, KARKAT. LET'S BURY THE THRESHER WITH A TOTALLY PLATONIC BRO BULGE BUMP.

cg rubs his dick on other dudes dicks

platonically

>>51577
the thought of this is just hilarious. like I am envisioning smiley-faced dicks rubbing against each other. you need to be here in my mind.

Lady DaveDave because I can.

again and again.

I'm not even sure where crossdressing pics even /go/. or if this counts as crossdressing.

>>New update
>>Covers troll emotion spectrum and relationship types
>>Exposition for Karkat's romantiscientist side
>>Blood color reveal

Good god damn I'm going to go on a rampage if Andrew updates with something game-changing AGAIN tonight. I'll be HAPPY, but I won't have to LIKE IT.

>>51583
if it makes you any happier I don't think it was a reveal. unless Karkat actually bleeds rainbows. which would be kinda awesome.

>>51595
Well, here's the thing.

Karkat doesn't bleed rainbows. Andrew confirmed this on the fora. The question mark is there to make you wonder what his blood color is.

And, after just the most careful damned deduction a person can undertake, everybody found out that Karkat's blood-color is inbetween Sollux's and Nepeta's. Basically.

More accurately, the gif in the latest update showing the rainbow bleeding has 12 frames. And, uh, yeah. Only eleven trolls have colors that are represented.

Unless it's one big heinous pullover. The only time we've seen the symbols of the nautical aristocracy, they've been on jewelry and in white. Andrew could still pull some kind of switch-around if he wanted to and make karkat into royalt

OH WAIT THIS THREAD IS ABOUT COCKS. MY BAD. :C (No seriously, augh, shutting up now.)

I can't be the only one who thought it looked like Karkat was fapping in that rainbow-blood thing right?

I thought for a second he was...

Jizzing rainbows...

>>51596
well yeah, I figured out he didn't bleed rainbows because it's kinda obv, BUT MAN THAT WOULD BE NEAT! but yeah, fora does that whole crazy deduction thing pretty well sometimes. I honestly don't see why his blood color matters though, since it's not like us knowing it or the characters knowing makes Karkat any less... y'know, KARKAT.

DISTACTION! GAMZEE IN A DRESS. why do I have so much of him in my crossdress folder this is silly

May as well post the rest

this is apparently Karkat in the outfit of some girl from an anime. I don't really care since he looks precious in his little stockings.

same thing.

I feel like the crossdressing fairy and I'm out of material so meh.

>>51607
I... He just...
I love Tavros so hard... He looks so fucking adorable, I don't even... I don't even know...

>>51607
This is the most adorable thing.

>>51643
the world needs more Tavros in dresses.
hell, the world needs more everyone in dresses.

Might as well share this one if you're posting all the others

And one other.

And one other.

>>51653
Helloooooo nurse!

>>51662

I laughed at this one.

OH HI I come bearing even more. New OT3? Perhaps.

jack/karkat bloodplay NAO!

i'm kidding, but seriously, that's hot.

I thought you said you disliked the intermission entirely, Katie. o: Oh well. The trace/fin shenanigans are just amusing, frankly.

But yeah, the whole Karkat/Jack thing is kind of one of the better things to happen thus far. Also, CONFIRMED that Karkat's blood is Terezi's favorite color.

>>51666
Man, a bj is a bj.
Also, Jesus Christ on a god damn pogo stick. Someone said once that they thought his blood color would be the exact same color as humans, which would be a reason why he hates them more. I laugheddddd.

Somebody on Clusterstuck drew this. I thought it was badass. And slightly relevant.

My first attempt drawing porn and wouldn't you know it the scanner is dead. :| Sorry about how it looks. It's DavexTavros, if you can't tell from the horrid quality.

>>51673
Okay, still writing that Sollux/Karkat after some deliberation. It didn't screw everything up as bad as I thought.

Also, Anon who drew Tavros/Dave: That's pretty nice actually! The scanner is admittedly crappy but I like the positioning and the proportions and yeah I'm not an artist type person at all. But I like it!

Karkat is now more of a woobie than Tavros to me. Poor kid is /stabbed/ and the first thing he does is tell Jack not to look at him bleed. He's more ashamed about his blood than he is pissed that Jack just fucking stabbed him.

>>51706
Yeah, but the thing is the Hate-based Emotion Complex that trolls have might just allow for that sort of behavior.

But really who am I kidding it actually is pretty sad when you think about it.

>>51706

Yeah, Tav at least can come to terms with all the shit he goes through but KK just can't fucking deal. It's made him into Tsundere King Grumpypants.

I don't really know what to think of Karkat. I don't really feel THAT bad for him, because he is a giant seething douchebag to everybody. That he places so much value on the color of his blood, as if he agrees with Equius that he is worthless because of it, sorta says to me that he's digging his own ditch, here. Maybe that's just the way he is, though. I mean, it's not like I think he deserves any of that, but he also isn't very proactive about doing something to make himself feel better.
Tavros is just the brunt of all that could be considered bad luck. And he's still happy and likes everyone. Bad things (much worse than being grumpy all the time and having red blood) happen to him and it doesn't bother him at all. Broken in the head or not, I still feel worse for that kid.

Enough rambling, though. Here, have a teeny kissing picture.

>Tsundere King Grumpypants Karkat
I think I have to call him that now.

Reposting a fic from the forums I just spotted and liked, some more Karkat/Sollux 'cos nobody can get enough of it lately. Gets a nice quick sketch in of how all the other trolls met are dealing too. We haven't seen anything set in the Veil for a while.

http://pastebin.com/pL5afQBy

>>51740
I was just getting ready to read this and then post it, ha.

Also have some snuggalos and Gamzee doodles because I love him. c:

>>51741
Also Equius, Nepeta and Terezi. WHOOPS BOOBS.

>>51740
>Breathe! DON’T BREATHE HE’LL KNOW YOU’RE NERVOUS. He can smell fear. HE IS LIKE A SCENTHOUND, SEEKING WEAK SPOTS FOR WHICH TO SKILLESSLY ATTACK WITH LITTLE NUBBY TEETH.

I lol'd.

More cute kisses.

Hehehe.

Kay, not sure how this is going to be received, but I drew Gamzee and Tavros about 10 years older and how I think they'd look. I honestly don't think Gamzee would change much at all. He would either get off the sopor slime and probably drop the juggalo thing, or stick to it HARDCORE and become an even weirder clown freak. I opted for the former, for everyone's sake. I just think Tavros will probably get gayer. He seems like the type. Unless that's just me.

>>51751
sideburns yessss

Also, wow, you just made Tavros, like, the single gayest person ever. I am in awe.

My only gripe with this one is that Gamzee's chest just sorta disappears somewhere along the line. But that's minor, it's a really cute pic :3

But now I have ANOTHER pairing to plan out fics for that I will never, ever write. This fandom is gonna give me an aneurism I swear D:

>>51757
It's what I'm good at man. Also, anatomy, how the fuck does it work (this is becoming a catch phrase of mine).

>>51740
To be honest, I don't think that Karkat is a very sympathetic character. But my current interpretation of him is more sympathetic than the general "blood-obsessed mega-douche" opinion (which I can still definitely understand): When he got stabbed by Jack, the very first thing on his mind wasn't "Oh wow this fucker stabbed me", it was "Oh fuck he can see my blood color oh fuck".

In a world where blood caste is seemingly important and you can be culled for having very little wrong with you at all (Tavros is not all that disabled really, and in an early conversation with Terezi, Karkat mentions in passing that one of his neighbors had been culled recently-- but gave no reason as to why), he's deathly afraid of being found to be a freak.

And he does think his blood color makes him a freak. (God that sentence is just ugly to read.) I see his attitude as keeping just about everyone at beyond arm's length so that he can feel safer. His closest friends are the other freakish troll (Sollux and his brain powers) and a blind girl with her own code of justice (Terezi).

And I have more reasons in my head why I'm pretty alright with Karkat's attitude but I can't really find a way to word them.

>>51746
I'm going to have to thank ClorinSpats for this. Again.

>>51751
He's supposed to be really really gay? o: Because all I'm seeing here is a hot dude with sideburns and nosering (which I oddly like on him instead of jump away from as per the norm). I don't think the anatomy looks that bad at all in this picture though, to be honest. ^^

>>51757

Wait, you weren't shipping Gamzee/Tavros before? There are people that don't do that?

>>51763
Maybe I'm just having a harder time understanding it from their perspective. He's still a seething douchebag and I sympathize with him far less than some appear to. I like the kid, but he's still an asshole.
Also, thanks, hahaha. :B

>>51765
YEAH REALLY.
No I kid. But jeez most obvious ship ever~

>>51765
I honestly didn't! I dunno, Tavros isn't my favorite troll. I mean, he's cute and all, but he's too damn meek for me to imagine him being in any sort of non-friendship relationship :\

>>51767
"You're an asshole. A good kid, but a real god-damned asshole."

(I should probably not mention George Carlin in a thread full of gay homestuck smut)

>>51772
TOO LATE
KarkatxCarlin, OTP.
... Karlin? Carkat?

>>51773
If google is being honest with me, I hope this is a joke.
:C