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

Also this.

>>51773
I support this. also Nepeta x Brian Regan, and Sollux x Louis CK.

>>51751
The sequel.
I have drawn the single gayest troll on planet earth.

>>51793
ok i REALLY love your stuff and all but

what??!?

>>51795
YOU DON'T LIKE MY GAY TROLLS?
/wrists

>>51787
Please don't make me sad by mentioning Brian Reagan. He's a HORRIBLE comedian. Wait. nevermind. Thread is not for discussion on comedians.

Also, wait, what were you googling, Katie? o:

>>51793
This is wonderful and sexier than it has any right to be and I think this is just plain fabulous. Saved. So hard.

>>51799
http://www.google.com/images?client=opera&rls=en&q=George%20Carlin&oe=utf-8&um=1&ie=UTF-8&source=og&sa=N&hl=en&tab=wi
This link may or may not work. But apparently Carlin is an old man. Enough said.
Also ffff I'm glad you like it, hahaha. :B

>>51793
Oh jeez this is gayer than a bag of dicks and I love you for it <3

>>51801
Yeeeeah, enough said.

Jeez I'm tired of being useless and not being able to write anything. I'm going to trawl the old threads and try and get inspiration for this shit.

(Seriously though that's pretty awesome and I just love Tav's expression in that picture. Also the legs are pretty badass, actually.)

>>51802
<3
>>51805
Should I doodle something to help? I haven't drawn anything of Sollux/Karkat except for a shitty doodle once. I've learned that I can churn this shit out in 20 minutes flat if I just do a crappy doodle style. Proof to the left of this post.

>>51808
You churned that out in twenty minutes? DAMN. That's pretty impressive.

But uh hey if you want to draw Karkat/Sollux I don't think anyone will mind much less myself. To give a straight answer though that sounds awesome. I'd like to see you draw Sollux in general, really. Now there's a guy who deserves a decent handful of sympathy.

I'll get to work writing now. See what happens. It can't hurt.

>>51810
I wasn't feeling the porn I was working into so I think I'll just draw a solo picture of Sollux first to get a handle on how I want to draw him. His hair is kinda weird, but doable.
I'll try to think of a decent porn pose later.

>>51808

oh fuck, never stop drawing trolls EVER

>>51779

Tavros felt ridiculous whenever he used the phone, but occasionally the windmill on his hive messed with the connection on his husktop and he had to. Except troll phones were kind of... disturbing. In fact, disturbing would be undercutting it, so it probably ranked up there with obscene and Gog-fuckingly horrible. He cringes in preemptive mortification when Tinkerbull comes fluttering back to him and drops the phonebug in his lap. It churrs sleepily, kicking in his lap before it tucks it's legs into its sides and turns onto it's back.

All the little button-nipples are visible and quivering and Tavros is realizing just how much he doesn't want to do this, how creepy using the phone is generally, and how it would be a much better choice if he just waited for his internet to return and talked to Gamzee then. The only thing that keeps him from giving up on the whole idea is that Gamzee told him that he had something really important to to say. Cringing and squirming in his four wheel device, Tavros presses down on the button-like apertures that correspond with Gamzee's hive-number. He ignores the squirming and kicking the phone-grub makes as he puts it up to his ear, face going orange the entire time.

He's willing to bear the wait of waiting for Gamzee to pick-up. Tavros knows that the other troll gets spacey sometimes and that he wanders out to the sea to think a lot, but he's willing to wait for his friend to get back because that will probably happen before his internet returns. Then he feels it, the soft wet slide of something slick rubbing across his jawline and too close to his mouth for comfort. He pulls the gurb away from his face and cringes at the small insectoid bulge that has wormed it's way out of it's hiding place. Tavros is quick to drop the phone-grub on the floor in front of him and back up his wheelchair as far as it can go.

An hour later, the grub has crawled away, back to it's tank to sulk while Tavros shakes in his chair, sure that pressing back far enough into the device will make him vanish and forget that that Gog awful incident ever happened. Tinkerbull is trying futilely to comfort him, nuzzling itself into his shoulder to calm him down. When the Taurian troll finally snaps out of his stupor, it's to the tiny blip that informs him that his internet connection has returned. The baaing noise of a goatbeast informs him that Gamzee has just sent him a message and he rolls himself over to his husktop.

tC: HeY MaN ArE YoU AlL BeInG AlRiGhT Up iN WhErE YoU'Re aT?
aT: yEAH I'M SORT OF ALRIGHT, bUT, uHH, i DON'T THINK THAT PHONE CALL THING IS GOING TO WORK THOUGH
tC: AwWw sHiT MaN DiD YoUr pHoNe wIg oUt oN YoU LiKe sOmE KiNdA FuCkInG SpAzZ?
tC: tHeY Do tHaT AlL ThE TiMe mAn.
tC: JuSt tHoUgHt yOu'd wAnNa hEaR My vOiCe aNd sHiT FoR ThE ImPoRtAnT ThInG I'M AlL BeInG ReAdY To sPeW In yOuR DiReCtIoN.
aT: uUUUH, wHAT IS IT,
aT: tHAT YOU WANTED TO SAY I MEAN,
tC: WeLl i wAs aLl sPaCiNg oUt aNd sHiT On tHe bEaCh aNd tHeN I WaS AlL ReMeMbErInG ThAt yOuR WrIgGlInG DaY Is tOmOrRoW So i wAnTeD To bE AlL SaYiNg iT FiRsT AnD ShIt.
tC: HaPpY WrIgGlInG DaY My bRoThEr
aT: uHHH, tHANKS A LOT GAMZEE
tC: No ProBlEm MaN

It was almost worth the trouble.

>>51823
For this
I love you

>>51823
Jesus this is both horrifying and adorable. None of the adorable being associated with the phonebug AUGH.

Also, have the shittiest drawing of Sollux ever.

>>51823
>>51825
That's pretty damn horrifying, but adorable after it wriggles away. Gamzee having a good memory is pretty unbelievable almost though.

And that's not shitty! He looks suitably nerdy, as he should.

I am like, neauseated a bit JUST FROM WRITING THAT, but yeah his lack of memory is something I buggered up on. I figure he either remembers things before they matter or after they're useful. Or something like that.

Hahahaha holy shit. Tavros is a total man's man in my headcanon so faaabulous~ Tav is goddamn hilarious to me. DOSE LEGS.

>>51823

BWAHAHAHA

THIS FUCKING THREAD
I CAN'T BREATHE

From a friend of ML7's who doesn't read HS. Hope she gets hooked though!

>>51823

This is fucking great.

I'd been wondering what happened to ML7. Didn't see her around and too lazy to read more than a couple words per post while scrolling through looking for art.

>>51877

Work, I presume. That's the vibe I get from her LJ. And she's got a last minute trip to Vancouver. I would accost her while she's in town but that's kind of very creepy and rude besides.

>>51883

Well it is generally polite to send an e-mail or a message or something before you do that. IDK, she seems like a pretty nice person...

>>51848

>>51891
Haha, YESSSS.

Welp, Lint (Zombie from Homesmut) gave me a pretty good idea. I said I wanted to draw future Tavros getting it from behind, but his robolegs would get in the way, resulting in more amputee porn since I'd have to get rid of them. So she suggested that Equius upgrade his legs in return for sexual favors, and this happened.

I swear I will get back to drawing regular characters and not these weird AU ones soon. Also Equius in ten years will definitely have facial hair. So manly.

>>51887

Hehe, I'm just joking. I PM'd her to feel free to ask me if she needs any directions, suggestions, recommendations, etc. in town but that's all.

>>51891
>>51893

HA HA YES

>>51893
hardcore Tavros is love.

>>51896
it's like someone who is trying really hard to be hardcore and just looking adorable and hilarious instead. Hehehe.

Also found this on MSPAchan. c:

Okay, I'm down to the bottom of the barrel with ideas, here. Here's what I've got in my "Ideas" text file (it comes in handy):
Gamzee/Gamzee. I'm not sure why that's in there.
Tavros dominating Karkat.
Awkwardness between Tavros and Dave.

I need some fresh stuff, home-peeps. Don't fail me now.

>>51904
I don't think you've drawn Jack.

To be honest I'm running pretty dry on ideas just trying to finish this ruddy Karkat/Sollux fic that's driving me insane. It's like trying to push two magnets together at that angle where they push each other apart. YEAH I TOTALLY KNOW SCIENCE.

Sollux and Dave though, maybe. That's about all I can come up with that's remotely original.

Also, this thread is also applicable for girl-girl couplings, right? I'm sure not that's not on everyone's mind and it's not even my cup of tea to be honest, but Terezi/Vriska is pretty heavily requested now because of skeptic, it seems like.

>>51906
No boobs allowed in here, that's for /pco/. Which I rather appreciate at times, since I'm beginning to hate Vriska purely because of association will all the people who love her for some unfathomable reason. She is uninteresting and basically a completely awful character and I will quit the fandom forever before I draw her in anything other than parody art. /pointless rant

I dunno maybe I'll draw Jack. I haven't drawn any of the Exiles, Midnight Crew or Felt characters (not ever going to touch the Felt either because they just rub me the wrong way). Maybe Snowman too or something. I actually really like Snowman/Slick (in that order).

>>51906
i wish this thread was for f/f too, i fucking hate straight shit but i have to look at the pco thread just to get f/f and femsolo

>>51908
i'm sorry that Vriska is too cool for you.

>>51910
Consider me a hater. And I'm gonna hate. We all know how this plays out.

Now that 99% of the fandom hereafter hates my guts, I think I'm going to do a request a friend asked for. Sollux riding in Tavros' lap while they fly down a hill doing silly things. We need more happy art and I'm delighted to oblige.
Sorry if I came across as super bitchy or whatever, but yeah. I figured I should just say it and get it out of the way. I had a different comment written out and then I realized I mostly dislike Vriska through association; her characterization being a lesser factor. I think I'll just drop all association and start over because seriously, there is too much head-canon and assuming going on. I don't want to let... distasteful people ruin any future impressions I get from the kid.
Kay I hope this doesn't come across as rambling and completely inane, so just ignore me for the most part, I guess. Getting some bad vibes from certain places and it's making me bitter.

>>51917
It's no big deal, everyone has characters they don't like. I'm not really a fan of Vriska either.

Though to not keep going with that, I'll end with saying that Sollux and Tavros picture sounds hilarious and I highly encourage this!

>>51917
Y'don't sound crazy. Personally I think Vriska is a horrible character, which makes for good fodder, really. I do think that Terezi would dominate her for instance, which would be probably the only instance in which she would be dominated. But I can completely understand disliking her on the basis of her fanbase. It's really weird and hard to understand to someone like me or you who is somewhat confused and outside of it.

By the same token Equius is pretty fucked up but my head-canon of him being a feminine boy who happens to be extremely strong has yet to dissipate, even though the story has revealed nothing of the sort.

tl;dr Vriska is very meh and I don't hate you.

Also, that Sollux and Tavros thing sounds incredibly adorable. :DDDD

>>51917
It's okay Katie, 99% of me loves you! :D
(On a less creepy note, ignore the haters, you do great work)

>>51922
>which would be probably the only instance in which she would be dominated

I dunno, I think GA could take her. Like a babysitter and a tantruming child, but the tantruming child has to get tired eventually and the babysitter is the fuckin smartest lady. She knows to keep her eye out and just what to do about it. Calm, reasonable and precise.

God I'm so glad you guys don't hate me, ah hahaha.
HERE IS THAT PICTURE /so nervous

I think either Terezi or gA could take Vriska. They seem more emotionally stable and could probably manipulate her. Plus Tererzi is the master manipulator.

>>51922
I like Vriska because she is a horrible person; she's self-obsessed, egotistical and thinks that nothing is her fault. She's intersting because she's so unsympathetic; yes she still has my sympathies, because she's convinced that everyone is out to get her and has no idea that she's the one pushing everyone else away from her. Whenever someone is actually nice to her she thinks that they've got an alterior motive, because that's the only reason she'd be nice to anyone else. If she would just shut the fuck up and feel a little remorse for once, perhaps she'd become a much better person for it.

And you're still definitely awesome, Katie. You're probably a better person for hating Vriska, anyway.

>>51926
Those are all the reasons why I don't like her. :\
I'm the kind of person who was constantly picked on as a kid so it's those people who really rub me the wrong way, fictional or not.
If Vriska did learn how to blame herself a little and feel remorse, and LEARN from it, I would definitely like her a lot more.

>>51926

This isn't why I like or dislike her but this is why I would like to watch her suffer. It's such a pure form of schadenfreude, to see someone suffer at their own hands, fuck things up for themselves unintentional or not, and I am entertained to see someone be their own worst enemy, start off fucked by their circumstances and then watch as they roll that ball of shit bigger and bigger. mmm self-destruction. It is awful, but I enjoy it.

I'm alright with Vriska but her "fans" made it hard for me.

Anyways, Katie, you know what I bet aged up Tavros would like? Fabulous torero costumes. :D

>>51925
Katie, you are truly the master of Tavros faces. It's especially stark to compare them to the 1.5 expressions he has in the comic.

>>51928
Self destruction makes me sad. ; m;
I'm a big fat empathy monster and I don't like seeing people hurt themselves. But to each their own.

>>51929
YEAH............ (I think there are enough emphasis periods now *clears throat*)
Also this sounds like an awesome idea. But I've got this massive headache and I should probably go to bed. 9_6

I sort of want to kick the concept of 'fans who ruin the fandom or a specific character for other fans' in the face. If it had a face, I would punch it. In the face.

Or possibly treat it with understanding and non-judgemental compassion and help it to reform its ways.

I think I am trying to say something about don't let it get you down and wondering if there is something I can do to help.

>>51930
Well, between Katie and ClorinSpats, I think they have almost all of Tavros' possible expressions. It's WONDERFUL.

>>51925
HAHA, YES. THIS MAKES ME WANT TO WRITE SOLLUX/TAVROS cute fic but I need to finish this one fiiiiiirst auuuuugh.

>>51926
This describes Rose in some areas as well, oddly enough. Huh.

>>51925

Oh man I missed this earlier brb lol'ing down a hill.

>>51931

Just brought it up in case you wanted ideas but GO TO BED LADY. FEEL BETTER.

>>51934
I could not agree more. It makes me sad and angry, but mostly sad. Being an awesome fan is the only solution. And giving me porn ideas. :3 *prod* you know you wanna

>>51935
I SUPPORT THIS FIC IDEA. God damn it man I am going to shower you in Sollux/Karkat porn if I have to. I just need interesting POSES. Why are porn poses so god damn hard to think up?? Augh.

>>51937
Thank you, I did want ideas <3
I am going now. - v-

>>51925
Katie, you are just the greatest.

>>51925

You are way too sweet and awesome for drawing this for me! <3 Thank you so very much yet again, you have no idea how big a smile it put on my face.

>>51935

Oh man, I totally approve of this!

>>51925
Why we would hate you?
While I like Vriska for kinda the same reasons as >>51926 I have the hope that she will redeem in a selfless act.
Somehow. A man can dream.
And anyways, nobody is forced to like any of the characters.
Also, that pic is just nice. :3

>>51941
If you don't mind a suggestion, I would like to see more rule 63 of Terezi, or any other female troll.

>>51935
DO IT.

You guys are way too awesome. I love everyone here, ah ha. <3

Also this was on the forum. The text was smaller there but apparently it's not so small now. Interesting. I didn't notice the artist forgot their horns BUT WHATEVER. I want to re-do this idea and turn it into actual porn. Because I'm an awful person like that.

>>51927

>as a kid
Katie ... you ARE a kid. Don't forget that. I suspect you're the kind of person who's all "OMG I haven't created a timeless masterpiece in the first two decades of my life I am a failure &c. &c." ... this is silliness. Is my perception accurate?

>>51968
I'm not a kid!! *throws tantrum*
Yeah, okay, I know. I'm only 18, bluh bluh whole life ahead of me. I go through really bad bouts of self esteem issues for a lot of reasons and in the short amount of time I've spent on this planet, I've come pretty far (verbally and physically abusive parents, being ignored, being picked on, typical teenager bullshit). I really don't want to turn this thread into a soap opera or into something focusing solely on me (Jegus Chris) but I guess it's unavoidable since I whore this place up something mighty anyway. I'm a nervous, socially awkward dork and everything I do feels like a failure. On rare occasions I feel like I've progressed and let satisfaction's warm rays shine on me for a few seconds, or even pride (good god), then I go right back to hating everything I make.
Really sorry about that. It probably rubs off in what I say pretty often.

In short, yes. Your perception is very accurate, ah ha. I have too much ambition, probably. I'll burn myself out before I finish college and end up teaching art somewhere, bitching at kids to never give up on their dreams. NEVER LET THE CREATIVITY DIE.

Anyway, shit's getting too heavy in here. Have some Gamzee/Equius/Aradiabot fic from LJ.

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He grits his teeth with a low growl as she kneels behind him, cool, metal fingers pressing against him. With no lube and no prep, she slides one in right to the base and he grunts, hips twitching. Sweat is already begin to bead over his shoulders as she crooks her finger, and it takes him a moment to realise his shades have been removed.

That slack, disgraceful highblood is crouched before him with those zoned, blank eyes and that damn goofy grin playing over his lips. He looks up and gently places the noble's cracked sunglasses down as the soul-machine hisses quietly, raising her brow-ridge and forcing another finger in. Equius snarls and presses back hard, clenching his fists. But she doesn't stop- thank god she doesn't stop.

He reaches out with a shaking hand, catching Gamzee's wrist and tugging gently. He doesn't catch the wince from the purple-blood because his head is bowed and his eyes scrunched shut, mouth hanging open as he begins to pant. The noble raises his head as the other makes a noise, and he lets go, instead latching onto the ties of Gamzee's slacks. A quick tug rips the zip holding his pants and he yanks them down, forcing the wild-haired troll forward onto his knees. And still Aradia is working calmly behind him, moving her fingers slowly and pressing cold, metal kisses to the small of his back.

A slender, bony hand finds its way into straight, black hair as Equius lowers his head again, biting his lip. He growls a command to the highblood, and his own blood feels like it's boiling as there's a gentle tug at his hair and an infurating chuckle. Gamzee makes a playful comment about manners, but he begins to shake and his body is slick with sweat now as he raises his head and stares the absent bastard straight in the eyes.

Please.

And that goofy prick just gives a placid smile and pushes his briefs down leisurely, taking himself in one hand while the other loses its grip on oily black and instead runs gentle fingertips along the edge of the noble's ear. Equius runs his tongue over his lip quietly, before grunting as the mechanical girl behind him eases another finger in, seemingly a little more gentle than the first pair.

He flicks his ears and begins to lean forward, but then he hears a distinct no and that son of a bitch chuckles again, beginning to stroke himself. A deep growl begins to bubble in the blue-blood's throat, but he lowers his head obediently. Aradia's blank glass eyes flick up to Gamzee, who continues to just stare down at his friend and grin like an idiot. It's almost endearing.

But the soul-bot has had enough of this playing around- she removes her hand entirely without warning, promting a breathless yelp from the kneeling noble between them. The clown quickly leans down, pressing a kiss to oily hair and closing his eyes with a comforting- if very vague- whisper. Gentle kisses and careful fingertips running over his ears and down his neck- this isn't what Equius wants but he is in no position to complain, and he just raises his head again, eyes widening in the dark as he feels cold metal pressed to him again.

He grits his teeth hard as she pushes in, and those cold, steel lips find his back again. A few hushed noises escape him, and that damn clown is there all the while, running a hand through his hair and nibbling at the tip of one ear. Aradia stops as soon as she's completely buried, before raising her eyes to the purple-blood again. He feels her gaze on him and rises to his knees again, looking down to Equius. His grin fades for a moment and he knits his brow, baring sharp teeth for a moment-

You got it, motherfucker- get your chill all up and over this miracle.

-and then it's gone, replaced with that good-natured smile and it shows through in his actions as he guides himself carefully into Equius' mouth, gently smoothing his thumb over the ridge of the noble's ear as he does so. His eyelids flutter as the blue-blood suckles at him gently, closing his eyes and flattening his ears at a raspy snarl of watch the fucken clickers, my brother- before pulling back and just gently lapping at the clown with his tongue.

Not one of the trio have any idea where the time disappears to but suddenly the three of them are moving in unison, rocking back and forth, keeping time with hushed noises.

Aradia is completely silent. Dainty metal hands keep the noble steady, one firm on his hip and the other gently tracing down his spine. Equius lets slip quiet, muffled moans as he twists his hips, trying in vain to instill some variety in the soul-bot's robotic thrusting. His hand are tight on Gamzee's hips, pressing deep purple bruises into light grey skin, but the highblood keeps quiet as he's sucked.

Bony hands are clenched tight in greasy hair as he bucks gently, a quiet gasp escaping as he hits the back of the noble's throat. A moan catches in his own, but never escapes as he's nicked with a broken tooth- instead he hisses again, his head lolling to the side as he jerks sharply. The soul-machine reaches out with one hand, the other still firm on Equius' hip as she drives into him evenly despite his wriggling.

It takes him a moment to notice, but eventually one hand leaves the noble's hair to reach out and take that of the robot- his hands are so much bigger than hers and for a moment the wonder at such a fact almost distracts him, but he's shaking already, mouth agape and his eyes rolled back as he rocks his hips gently. She smiles at the absent look on his face- but then he convulses and throws himself forward, clenching a fist around her metallic hand and moaning a familiar name under his breath.

The robot angles herself down a little- she would much prefer everything to go smoothly, and happen at once. It doesn't happen quite as planned, though- the sudden change in direction rips a squeak from the blue-blood as he rocks back, teeth gently grazing the mellow bastard's underside and finally he moans loudly, his hand taking tight hold of Equius' remaining horn and yanking him forward. Equius almost snarls as he hears the name of that filthy orange-blood again, but he keeps lapping at the highblood obediently until he's sure that he's finished.

Equius spits his mouthful out onto the concrete floor and licks his lips as the clown falls back onto his ankles, whimpering softly and taking hold of himself. He runs his fingers gently against the grazes those fangs left as he glances up and smiles placidly at the noble through the nasty sting and heavy breaths. Aradia picks up the pace- now with her hand free again she beats down into him, metal slamming against smooth, grey skin and now Equius is forward on his elbows, cursing quietly into one arm and pressing the other one into the concrete with a clenched fist.

And then it's over.

He's pretty quick this time, considering- he spasms for a good few seconds before his arms give way and he slumps to the floor, back arched like a bow with his hips still in the air. The robot finally slips herself out- gentle and slow this time, a steadying hand on his back as he begins to shake again. He lies there, motionless for a moment aside the heaving of his chest that his panting causes, but then he feels a cool hand on his arm and he rolls onto his back as he hears the mechanical sound of metal moving and retracting.

And then he's in her arms, pressed tight against her metal body. She presses a steel kiss to his forehead and smiles, resting her cheek against his hair. There's a couple of hushed whispers and suddenly there's a warmth pressed behind him. The zipper's broken but he's done the best he can to fasten his pants, and one lanky arm's lain over the noble's naked waist as the three huddle close together on the cold, concrete floor. Wild hair and gentle kisses brush against the blue-blood's neck as they lie there, Aradia running robotic fingers through his hair.

>>51970
>>51971
Pfffft ahahahahaha. That was a ridiculous threesome story and it even had a ROBOT CHICK in it but somehow it was still a great read. I especially loved that they didn't even use any of the normal terminology, like cock or hole or anything. It's refreshing. Wish I could get away with that.

Sorry, I had to get that out of my system. Anyway, as far as I can tell you don't really have any need to hate yourself. Nor much reason at all, and that's going to be my stolid educated guess right there. You're pretty awesome, and most people in these threads think you're pretty awesome, if only sometimes because you draw a lot of the things they/we want.

And of course there are people who think you're cool besides. You may have some issues with your self esteem and so forth, but we're pretty fucked up too. So I would say not to worry about it so much, especially not while in the company of the mostly anonymous folks in these threads, because wE'rE AlL OnE BiG DySfUnCtIoNaL MoThErFuCkIn FaMiLy, yOu kNoW?

And that's really all there is to say on the matter.

>>51972
>And that's really all there is to say on the matter.
*dusts hands*
And that is that.
On to the porn. B^J

>>51971
How can porn involving a juggalo and a robot be this amazing? How?

Motherfucking miracles.

>>51971

> and moaning a familiar name under his breath.
> Equius almost snarls as he hears the name of that filthy orange-blood again

am I the only one that is amused at the seeming fact that even when Gamzee isn't paired with Tavros, he is paired with Tavros?

>>51977

because nobody can even see anything else

>>51977
That made the fic at least 10 times better for me.

>>51978
This, pretty much. Hahaha

>>51978
I normally don't care about shipping shit but Tavros/Gamzee is OTP and nothing will change that.

>>51951
>>51947
>>51941

Alright, because people want this, and because it's the one year anniversary of the fan-fiction thread in the fora today, I'm going to break with tradition and put Sollux/Karkat on the backburner JUST FOR TODAY so that I can write up this Sollux and Tavros cutefic.

>>51986
Aw HELL YES. I even said that out loud IRL. I'm gonna be lurking this shit like a fucking ghost.

>>51989
Because I'm doing it for the anniversary I'll be pretty much obligated to post it before midnight. So god DAMN I guess I'm in it for the long haul now and I can't back out because it's already been SAID, SON.

Freezepop shall help me accomplish this task.

>>51999
Now I want a freeze pop. But the only flavors we have left are coconut and mango. >:1
It's bullshit, man.

HERE, HAVE AN ENCOURAGEMENT DOODLE.
Spoilered because oh god I don't even

>>52002
HOLY FU--
GO D--
JESUS CH--

WOW.

(No more words because I'm working on this story now and that is what I should be doing.)

>>52003
*eagerface*
:D

>>52003

:3

:<

Ack, sorry for those who were reading it. I mis-pasted it, so here it is again.

It was supposed to be midnight on the dot when I posted this, but I realized I had misspelled a lot of words and then I had accidentally repeated a part of the story and oh god I hope nobody read that.

Point is, this is the final draft, so to speak. It marks the first time I've crossposted a story both here and in the fan-fiction thread in the fora, and while I hope the whole thing doesn't end in tears I can't do a thing about it, regardless. You guys rock, and I was going to write it for you all in the first place. So here you go.

"It's All Downhill From Here"

Every week. Same night. No exceptions. Sollux leaves his communal hive stem and just... flies. Swift and quick and invisible against the Dark Season's sky. On his side of the world, it's quite literally about as black as it can be during these moonless months. Nights like this, with clouds obscuring even the brightest of stars, were perfect for nighttime flight.

It was incredibly relaxing. He didn't have to think about anything, no analyzing or coordinating or planning. No wires, no servers, no coding or compiling or hacking of any kind. Just the sky and the wind and within it, himself: a bullet in the clouds to punch a hole in the condensation, soon refilled thereafter.

He would always take the same leisurely route, a hodgepodge zig-zag of the planet that took him all over to fly above the homes of his friends. Terezi's gigantic treehouse, almost indiscernible from the other trees until he flew low and saw all of her lynched scalemates, hanging with their button eyes from the limbs of the trees guilty of not much at all. Normally he would psychoanalyze the whole thing to get a rise out of her, but whenever he was just flying it only brought an amused smile to his lips. He chuckled as he went on to the next house on his mental itinerary.

~~~

Somewhere in the dark, a blind girl who was just sleeping cast her cane about and mumbled unheard fragments of accusation, then fell back asleep.

~~~

He did a few quick loops around what he called Mount Snootymanor: the two castle-like towers that comprised Vriska's and Equius' houses. The name was childish but frankly nobody else was ever going to hear him say it, so to hell with them and he'll laugh at his own jokes. Except in all honesty he cared about his friends a great deal, and on occasion even these two blue-bloods. But he never lingered here very long; the bad luck eminating from Vriska's hivetower and the robot debris that spilled at random from Equius' abode, along with the nightmare spider that watched him with careful, hungry eyes below-- he had all the reason he needed to just fly on by as fast as he could.

~~~

Vriska was getting ready to go to sleep when she saw a shadow fly past her window with staggering speed, and her one eye widened in surprise. She took out her dice and decided to roll to see if she would check it out. The roll came out as low as it could possibly go, but she didn't see it. She was already dozing slightly in her recooperacoon before the dice even came to a stop.

~~~

Nepeta's cave was off-limits, but he flew above the dangerous wastes anyway, because it was always pretty easy to tell if everything was okay down there. He wouldn't risk anything more than a brief swoop in the space above her home lest her lusus come pouncing out, both pearly sets of teeth bared.

The land beneath him gradually became more and more lively as he flew over it, dirt and rock and sand turning to grass and moss-covered stones, a red-green gradient that he would sometimes loop around just to see again.

And after that came Tavros' windmill-topped residence. It was one of the nicer houses, he thought. Though he himself wound up higher than some in the whole blood caste system, he preferred to live in his communal cluster. He needed constant stimulus to really concentrate, and living in a building with a bunch of other trolls served that purpose very well. It also meant that these trips out were sometimes necessary, because he never much got to take his mind off of things except for when he was all alone in the sky.

If he had to live somewhere other than his ever-buzzing hivestem though, it would definitely be Tavros' place. It was... serene, simply put. The wind brushed over the grass in that way that makes it look like waves, and every time he flew by he was compelled to just dip down and hover along the flat meadow with his back to the ground, hands just barely brushing the blades of green--

But he never does. Because every week, on the same night, Tavros is awake. Seemingly there are no exceptions to his routine either; he always came rolling out of his house with strident pushes against the wheels of his chair. Sollux didn't know what to think of it after he first saw the bemusing scene; it hadn't been that long after what happened to Tavros when he started doing this regularly. He never really knew where the wheelchair-bound boy was off to, but every morning he was inevitably already at home, having slept for at least some amount of time. The only time Sollux had ever indulged in the urge to hover along the grassy plains he had to shoot up as fast as he could because he had almost gotten caught by the big-horned troll bursting out of the door.

Sollux had gone home that night, however; he watched Tavros long enough to see that nothing was wrong and left before he was spotted. This time his curiosity got the best of him and he flew a careful distance above and behind Tavros, watching from his spot in the sky as the troll beneath him rolled along the grassy slopes. He rolled on and on and on, picking up speed and leaning into the wind like a racer as he went... where, exactly? Sollux's face scrunched up with confusion as his eyes shifted from Tavros to what was up ahead--

"TAVROS!"

>>52020
Sollux bolted down like lightning, hoping to get to the big-horned idiot in time--

Tavros turned his head slightly, letting momentum carry him forward as he took a cautious glance behind him-- undoubtedly wondering who it was-- and Sollux saw his lips say his name without the lisp, and the look on Tav's face was incredulous.

Had Sollux thought about it at all, he could've just used the same powers he was using to fly to stop the wheelchair and Tavros in place. In fact there were a lot of things he could've done instead of what he was doing, but he flew not to think but to forget about his troubles. So he didn't notice that Tavros wasn't headed for a cliff at all, but instead a very steep hill. And by the time he did, it was already too late. Sollux realized all at once that he was flying way too fast and without thinking let go of flight entirely, essentially throwing him right at Tavros.

Tavros' face suddenly set with a wide-eyed expression and he grabbed the arms of his chair and pulled it up with him as best he could as he hopped into the air. Sollux yelped as he felt all of the momentum leave into strong hands, hands that had caught him in mid-air. He opened his eyes, not scarcely believing what he saw: Tavros had snatched him out of his trajectory, and he was now staring up at the wheelchair-bound boy from his lap, legs hanging over the side. Tavros simply looked down at him and grinned a gigantic, goofy grin, asking him something he couldn't hear against the wind.

"What?," Sollux asked in reply.

"I said, are you ready?"

"For what?"

Tavros just grinned harder and closed his eyes as, to Sollux's utter horror, they barreled over the top of an incredibly steep hill and went rocketing down it. Sollux shrieked in abject terror and grappled at Tavros' neck for support as his legs went up in a half-hearted attempt to curl into a ball and be somewhere much safer and calmer than all this.

Tavros just pumped the wheels as fast as he could, and above everything Sollux could hear him making a loud, ridiculous call: "VROOOOOOOOOM!"

Sollux just stared at him blankly, his face frozen in complete shock. This can't even remotely be happening right now, he thought. It's not possible. But something inside him felt the same as when he was flying; that same feeling of his insides being pushed against himself with the sheer speed. It was that same exhilarating feeling, but he was experiencing it in a whole new and massively frightening way. And though he was never sure thereafter if it was a voice inside his head or Tavros in his ear, he heard something say: "Don't worry so much. It's all downhill from here."

Sollux screamed and Tavros yelled and both went speeding down the hill with nothing at all on their minds.

~~~

At the bottom, Sollux rolled out of the other boy's lap with a massive exhale of breath that he hadn't known he was holding. At first all he could do was babble, and when he looked up at Tavros he saw that same confused expression return. He couldn't really answer him, not right now--

Then, slowly, Tavros started to laugh.

It started out soft, and Sollux's babbling petered out as the laughter went on. Tavros' cheeks were starting to color a light brown, the laughter only escalating, and Sollux found he was laughing to despite how scared he had been a moment ago, and soon both of their chests were aching with the sound.

Beneath a clouded sky, the two friends laughed like that for some time.

>>52021
"Tavros, if you don't mind me asking... what are you doing?"

The big-horned troll just laughed, a little bit of his usual nervousness creeping back into the sound. But he knew that Sollux was curious. He would be too, in his position. So he shook his head and told him. "Well, every now and then... w-well, just about every week, really, I like to get out and feel like the old days, you know? Like when I used to roleplay and fight monsters and stuff. A-and... this is kind of like that. It's exciting, y'know?" Tavros looked up to meet Sollux's eyes, and saw his disheveled glasses, the windswept hair: yeah, Sollux probably knew that now.

"But that hill..." Sollux looked past him and at the sharp incline they had went careening down, still ridden with wheel-marks from this time and times past. He must have figured out pretty easily that it would take him forever to get back up the hill. "Why would you go through that much trouble getting back up there just for a half-minute's worth of excitement?"

Tavros wheeled himself back and to the left, rubber making the sand beneath them crunch softly. His eyes were almost closed, and he looked long at a spot further down along the beach. It seemed like he was staring at one spot, and at the same time staring far, far past it.

"This is... just down there is where I... I-I fell."

Sollux's mind went completely dark for a moment, remembering what Vriska had done. Not only that, but he was the one who had to go and find him. He didn't want to; not because he didn't want to go through the effort or anything like that, but because he didn't want to see his friend like that. He frowned somewhat, and looked up to ask Tavros the obvious question.

"So why do you come back here? It can't bring you too many good memories."

Tavros chuckled, turning back to Sollux with a soft smile, surprisingly. "No, not really. When I first came back here, I was really angry. I couldn't even speak. I didn't even want to p-play Fiduspawn for a while, if you can believe it." Sollux laughed a little; it was definitely hard to believe but he did, and he didn't want to laugh too much lest he accidentally hurt Tavros' feelings. The big-horned boy's smile hadn't waned anyway. "But I kept coming back, and for a while I didn't really believe it. It was like it had always been this way. And now it's... it's kind of like it happened to somebody else."

Sollux couldn't help but see his friend in a different light, seeing him talk so freely about the incident like this. It was mind boggling that anybody would ever be able to give up all the anger and hate that must have welled up from that one thing. But Tavros was sitting in front of him in his chair, laughing about it. He opened his mouth to say something, but Tavros didn't notice as he had closed his eyes for a moment. Sollux paused, wondering what was going through his head.

Tavros tilted his head back, looking at the sky with something like a grin, and for a moment Sollux panicked, wondering if his friend had ever seen him shooting through the clouds. Tavros sighed with something like happiness in the noise.

"It's not really about the memory anymore, though. It's more about where I've gotten because of it. It... it's not really about all this down here. It's more about what how much fun I have on the way down."

Sollux was stunned. He had never thought it would be so simple as that. That somebody could just be happy because it's better to be that way. And as he stared down at the sand, dumbfounded, an idea started to form in the back of his head.

"You know," he replied, "that ride down really was kind of fun."

"R-really?" Tavros sounded extremely pleased, though more enthusiam than he would have liked came through, causing him to retract into his chair with a bashful smile.

Sollux smiled more brightly at that, though no less sincere, nodding. "Yeah, really.

"Want to do it again?"

And with Sollux using his powers to push the chair and Tavros back up the hill, the two of them went down that hill over and over again until the sun rose, neither of them wanting to give up the simple fun they had found.

>>52022

Dude that was awsome.

>>52022
awwww ; v;
I want to hug them both, ffffff <3

Yeah sorry if this disappointed with the lack of prons and whatnot, but I felt like writing something normal and non-smutty and bam there it is.

From formspring:
http://www.formspring.me/andrewhussie/q/898172386

>Who knows what happened in the past with all these crazy troll boys and girls. I sure don't.

You know what to do.

>>52022
WONDERFUL ;A;

>>52020

I was extremely happy by just receiving the sweet picture from Katie, but this combined with it has given me a dosage of glee that will probably last me a long while. It's not too far at all from what I had in mind when I suggested the picture. So this is just all sorts of amaze! It's so refreshing to read something a bit more lighthearted with all the depressing things floating around. Saving for ever ok. <3

>>52030
Don't worry about it. - v-
That was super sweet and I loved it. Now I will gently prod you to continue your other fic because I can't wait to read the endinggg. *prod* :3

>>52022>>52021>>52020

Well, damn.

>>52058
I was going to ask what that meant and then be all curious about it for a few hours but then you already answered on the fora! This is both more and less awkward than I thought it would be.

>>52055
Yeeees I know I am going to get around to it soon.

>>52060
*PROD PROD PROD*
Okay I am gonna draw some porn soon I promise. ; v;
/lazy

>>51381
>"You think I'm a bad troll?"

Suddenly, the "I'M A BAD TROLL" minisong from the Troll in the Central Park came into my mind.

>>51488

lol oh fuck why is my insanefic posted here? everybody look away. LOOK AWAY.

anyway just found this board and it makes me happy. i love all your queer guts.

>>52089
Because you write AWESOME FIC and I am gonna hound you forever now OH HO HO

>>52089
Your fic is hilarious and cute and awesome and I love it

Guys, this shit is fucking adorable. I need to share because I'm having a cute seizure over here.

Art style's a bit stranger than I'm used to, but this was kinda cute.

>>52060

Whyzzit more awkward?

>>52104
Thank you very much!

Have another one everybody!

>>52117
Oh god damn it I'm going to die of cute

>>52125
Well good luck! :>

WELL I'M FINALLY WRITING THE "SEX" PORTION OF THIS CHAPTER OF SMUT FIC.

I'M SURE EVERYONE IS THINKING THE SAME THING I AM:

FUCKING FINALLY.

>>52145
...ALL I CAN SAY IS WOW, HAHAHA. ALSO CRUISE CONTROL.

I found this sketch in one of my neglected sketchbooks (traditional art WHO NEEDS IT) and decided to ink it. I've learned that ball point pen is absolutely horrific for digital lineart. Never again. BUT YEAH porn here ya go.

Reposted because whoooops forgot to resize. Fixed now.

>>52147

Even their porn is adorable. Wtf. AWESOME AS ALWAYS.

I think I like the whole, Tavros on sopor slime. Poor thing would probably be scared of it at first.

>>52164

Dude a friend and I were just talking the other day about the trolls getting high on slime. We figured Tavros would probably have an anxiety attack. XD

>>52175
Me, I always imagine Gamzee slipping someone else a little sopor slime to loosen them up enough. Otherwise say, Tavros is going to be way, way, way too nervous and uptight to relax enough for a proper seduction from his best friend or something. It's like a little bit of liquid courage.
Alternatively I imagine someone gets the bright idea to use it as lube for some anal and it gets absorbed into the bottom's system the same way an enema can be used to quickly treat dehydration or get you dangerously drunk very, very, quickly.
While all the mucous membranes in the body (mouth, nose, lining of the digestive system, various genital areas, anus, etc) are places that stuff can be absorbed into the body and bloodstream, the colon is specifically designed to reabsorb excess water from stool and return it to the body system before excretion. That's why it happens.

I am such a nerd about sex and anatomy sometimes.

>>52178

I want to judge you but I sort of thought the same thing.

Way too much time spent thinking about trollfuck bro bump.

>>52178
I wasn't aware that you can absorb things like that through your colon. :o
I'll have to inform a certain someone, since she's writing a fic where Gamzee uses the slime as lube, hahaha.
Also, yes, I can definitely see Gamzee trying to slip some slime to whoever it is he wants to seduce. They're all pretty uptight, and Tavros is like the master of nervousness in my headcanon, haha.

>>52180

Yeah, I saw that on 1000 Ways To Die. Some dude heard you get drunk way faster through your ass, and he gave himself fatal alcohol poisoning with surprisingly few beers.

>>52178
Sex-related geekery is almost certainly the best kind, depending on your point of view. To me it's the little things like the base-level chemistry and physical reactions and so forth that flesh out the minute details of the scene. So to me it only enhances a naughty fic if there is more to visualize and imagine, as it only immerses me in the scenario more and more.

Hey guys. Remember me? Remember my Equius/Tavros robodick story I started? Yeah. Shit's about to get worked on something fierce. Expect a full fledged fucking story from me possibly by tonight.

>>52220

looking forward to it!

>>52220
Aw what. Hell yes, son. I'll be right here. B^J

Any of you bros willing to beta this thing if I finish it soon? I keep finding typos whenever I look back and eventually I know I'll go typo-blind.

God damn it fake nails. I know you're here to break my of my nail-chewing habits, but you make it so damn hard to type.

Repost'n the whole damn beginning. I have to make myself stop now, I think 'm turning it into utter crap.

}:o)

Tavros had just stopped paying attention to the constant sensation of eyes on the back of his head. Equius made everyone feel that way when he would just stand back there behind everyone. Watching.

But, sometimes Tavros could catch him staring when he was supposed to be doing other things. His most polite, innocent guesses were along the lines of the other troll trying to size out the dimensions of Tavros' own limbs, so that he could make the robotic ones as accurate as possible. Or, on a darker note, the frightening young man could be already imagining the carnage that would occur when he was split in two so that the mechanical legs could be installed, for, surely, he would watch even then.

Tavros had started feeling those eyes on him when he was falling asleep for a few days before the... surgery. It was enough that when he had lain down the day of, it was alright to fall asleep with the hot pressure of his stare digging into the back of his skull. He still slept with a small smile blessing his lips because his dreams were filled with the ability to walk and eyes on his back that this time he knew were there because they just didn't want to leave him as he frolicked about, RAPPING WITH TC and engaging in some RATHER EXTREME ROLEPLAYING, though not as extreme as before. He wasn't about to risk his legs again, especially not while he was watching.

And then he was quite suddenly awake, his mouth open in a silent scream, his eyes welling up and he tore at his bloodied arms with tense fingers, staring straight up into the light and seeing nothing but whiteness and that burning, blackish spot of its source in his retinas, trying not to feel too ashamed of showing this weakness to the one who was watching; the one who always watched.

And then he was kind of aware that the girl and her chainsaw were gone, and that there were hands that were too rough on the torn and gushing flesh doing things and hurting him and then he could feel his toes and hey this isn't so bad.

He'd passed out shortly afterward, and when he woke up he could still feel that he was being watched, but he was too eagerly smiling and staring down his new legs as he rotated an ankle, lifted a leg up and touched at his own thighs, giddy with the fact that he could feel--even if what was under his hands was cold and hard.

His nervous eyes were suddenly staring right back at the shattered lenses that stared over at him. "Can... can I, uh..."

"You will be able to feel carnal stimulation." Tavros turned red, the bluntness rattling his already shaky nerves. It didn't help that all the staring was making him itch to try out the fullest capabilities of these legs. He hadn't liked the idea of being watched before, had he?

"Can, uh... can you, uh..."

"No. Do it, you low-blooded..." Tavros had to avert his eyes quickly, as it seemed like Equius was getting worked up like he sometimes did, but what he was instructing him to do was frighteningly delicious sounding. Besides, where was the shame in letting Equius see something if he had made it himself?

His face was red with the curiosity and embarrassment as he pushed down the metal pants, finding that they really seemed just to be metal pants over his brand new lower half, and he wasn't entirely sure why he couldn't just wear normal pants over them but he was too busy noticing that there was a fully hardened metal dick stretching up against his stomach at an impressive size. He didn't know whether his own had even been that big.

“Uh...” He spared a glance at Equius, then looked down again because watching him while he sweat and breathed all heavy like that was weird and it made him feel sort of uncomfortable seeing as how it just made his horns feel heavier as he very slowly reached down and touched that cold length of metal that was pressing against his navel.

Sputtering as his metal legs spasmed, Tavros felt a wave of heat ripple down through his skeleton, silently singing praises to the skills of the boy who was currently watching him grope quietly at the metal dick that now was his own while flakes of his own dried, brown blood cracked off his arms and fell to the ground around him. He comforted himself from that itching, twisting feel and the throbbing pain that still radiated from his freshly devastated hips with the thought of Gamzee's wide eyes and awestruck voice saying, "It's like a fucking miracle of brown snow all up in this shit's business," or, really, anything like that, but then there was the mixture of the pressure of those eyes on him and the fact that he was slowly starting to get the hang of sliding his hand over the jointed metal surface of his new appendage without catching his palm under the edges of anything and that was just freaking fantastic like nothing he could clearly remember.

But, even through that fog of a mental curtain, he was definitely still listening to the fast, harsh breathing that seemed to him like the only sound in the room--only sound in the universe--as it overwhelmed the sound of his own breath, the throbbing of his own heartbeat in his ears. But, it shouldn't have been that loud, right? It couldn't be good that he was breathing that terribly loudly so Tavros just had to chance a look, even as his face was starting to shine over with a layer of sweat.

Equius was four feet away from him. Not only was he so much embarrassingly closer, but what he was doing made the Taurus's face go dreadfully pale, then pitch into one of the darkest brown shades it had ever gone. Equius had kicked his boots off somewhere on the walk toward Tavros's clumsily masturbating form, and he was shoving off his shorts and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination as his eyes were quite automatically drawn to the outline of the absolutely heinous bone bulge that was only held back by a thin layer of pinstriped nylon, and the small tears that showed off patches of the thick black hair growing at the base of the veined flesh-shaft, stained blue from just how engorged with that oh-so-superior blue blood it was.

Tavros had no idea why he was able to stare so long at what Equius was doing without the insults, but nothing good ever really lasts;

"You filthy brown-blood, you're lucky I don't just crush you in my bare hands; don't look at me like you think I'm doing something great for you; your pleasure is just a side effect of getting what I want." And then Tavros was recoiling slightly, because he'd always felt the gaze from afar and now Equius was reaching out and grabbing hold of his horn to hoist himself onto his metal lap and oh Gog no this was kind of scary, but what if he looked up? He could probably see his eyes through the lenses this close and then he did it--

The air felt thick and still as he stared right past those cracked lenses, his own eyes filled up with the nervous, desperate confusion that was painted all over his face. But, as he stared through to Equius's eyes, he did not see the disgusted anger in them that was spelled out by his bared teeth and furrowed brow. Instead it was some weird mix of so many things he couldn't decipher, but there were two he thought he could. But, those little tinges of fear and nerves must have just been some other complicated emotion Equius was feeling. Everything about Equius was always very complicated, so why would his eyes have anything simple in them?

That being said, Tavros found himself swaying and biting into his lip as those hands touched him. Those hands that had once made him feel like his insides were being handled with industrial force instead of the surgical precision he thought his guts deserved. The same hands that seemed to be just over the line into not-enough-pressure on his robo-genitalia. He made little mewling sounds in the back of his throat, trying not to make them too loud for worry that he wouldn't be able to hear that harsh breathing, that hissing and huffing sound that was weird and it made him feel like he was drowning in the humidity of the breath that washed over his cheeks when all at once, there was quite suddenly a very tight, very warm heat squeezing all around that new metal dick of his and wow, what was that--wait, why were Equius's eyes clamped shut?

It only took him half a second longer to realize that the blue-blood was currently impaling himself on his own creation. He might've been able to convince himself that it was all some very complex, sophisticated way of helping him break in the new legs, but that huffing-puffing symphony was now interspersed with an absolutely feral sounding grunt every second or to, and he tried very quickly to grab onto Equius's arms as they hung from his horns where the boy had gripped on, but that gesture was greeted was the limbs jerking away.

"Don't touch me, you slime!" And then he pulled up, shoving himself back down onto the metal shaft again and letting out an uncharacteristically whiny moan, and Tavros's arms flung themselves tightly around Equius's waist and the strong troll didn't even try to fight him off as he nuzzled his face right into his chest.

He could feel all of it; the tug of Equius's hands on his horns, the way that ring of muscle was spasming and twitching as Equius seemingly tried to relax (but when had he ever done that?)

It was just starting to dawn on Tavros that maybe he wouldn't get to feel a real finish when he noticed the stimulation around his metal junk rising, his head lolling a little with its own weight as he quietly passed into a new plain of bliss, one that seemed to just stretch forever and ever as his stomach tightened, his eyes clamped shut as he mewled into Equius's chest, listening to the boy sputtering out insults and various degrading remarks about his blood color, his mother grub, his upbringing...

Tavros found himself calmed down enough to just quietly observe as the other finally tightened up even more, grinding himself down against the metal as he finally drained himself into the pinstriped leggings he still wore bunched down below his rear. Tavros felt tired again, he wanted to go back to sleep, but he anted the warmth of this body he was holding against himself to stay.

He was tired of always being watched; he wanted to be touched.

Equius didn't even fight when Tavros pulled him back down onto the ground. Didn't think twice about the fact that they fell asleep on a floor caked with dried brown blood. It wasn't technically having sex with a brown blood. It wasn't technically having sex at all, seeing as how all he'd done was hump a robot he'd made himself.

While it was hanging off the hips of someone, a very warm someone, who had enjoyed watched over while he smiled through his dreams.

>>52255
Fwuh <3
This is absolutely amazing, and the ending is so cute, aaa. I'm glad it ended like that, it's so sweet. ; v;

Also, I think we might be autosaging? This thread has remained stationary for a while.

>>52264
Ohoho~ I almost felt like the ending was a cop-out, but I'm glad you like it~

And, yeah, we have been. All day, basically.

>>52269
Aw tits. I'll try to doodle something later to start the next thread with, then.

I am working on a fucking giant Sollux/Karkat comic. I think it might be 4 pages long in total (I'm on the third). I'm sketching this shit out ahead of time so I can ink it and be done before I can let myself get sick of it.
I'm gonna try to finish it before this thread bumps off the first page, but I desperately need sleep so it is nap time.

>>52301
we love you. Possibly forever.

>>52301
o:! I am looking forward to this. So, so much.

Also, since I am feeling increasingly guilty about this Sollux/Karkat fic, an update: I'm writing the thing on TypeWith.Me because then I can edit it and continue it anywhere, and it automatically saved.

Well for pretty much all of yesterday TypeWith.Me was down and I was horrified that I might have lost the whole thing because like a dumbass I didn't actually save it anywhere. Lesson learned.

But hopefully I'll have the story finished by tonight, is my point. TypeWith.Me is back up and I will be working on it as soon as I get home.

>>52279
oh my god
I think I'm gonna cry

>>52303
At least you're working on it, that is what counts <3
I get all sad when someone starts up a really good fic then never finishes it.

God damn it, we bumped off the first page and I'm not done with this shit. If I post it before I'm done, I KNOW I will not want to finish it so if anyone else wants to go ahead and make the thread instead of waiting on me, be my guest.

>>52321

start the new thread with your comic!
i am seriously excited. so excited.

i need to calm down with this karkat/sollux thing i think.

>>52328
>i need to calm down with this karkat/sollux thing i think.

D: don't say that! I need more karkat/sollux buddies or my sis gives me weird looks.

All right, finished the first page. One I'm at the half way mark I'll post the pages and keep going from there.

Every time I see that Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff prawn, it's still fantastic. I'm not sure why, but it is.

Oh new thread goes here.

>>52354