KAY here is page two which is all I have done at the moment.
Working on the rest of it.

>>52354
>>52355
OH YESSSSssss

also here's a request from /pco/

>>52354
>>52355
I am extremely interested in the continuation of this.

>>52354
>>52355

YESSSS, YES! LET IT BEGIN. LET IT BEGIN.

>>52355
FFFFFFFF

Oh jegus this comic is already all kinds of insanely hot. Funny how that gets more embarrassing the more I actually get to know you folks.

But seriously, fantastic dialog-- and I don't meant the bits that you snuck in like a ninja. But the really awesome thing about these two pages? The expressions. Fucking masterful expressions here. Specific favorites:

Panels #6 & #7 on Page One; I was pleasantly surprised to see you draw Sollux so damn well. Also, Karkat's big eyebrows (that you gave him? I can't recall) really suit him here, and I just love the look on TA's face on the last panel.

Panels #2 & #8 on Page Two; you draw a pretty fantastic Karkat. I think that the title of "Best Karkat" is pretty much constantly in flux, but I really like the consistency of his features across all these panels.

>>52356
Ffff Gamzee always manages to sneak into everything <3

ALSO thanks you guys aaa <3
I did this in an extremely lazy way (seriously) so I'm pretty confident I'll have this done tonight.
(overused heart emote goooo)

>>52354
>>52355
katie

katie you are my hero

>>52354
>>52355
This is awesome!
Thumbs up Katie!

>>52354>>52355
You are just the best. How ever did you know that I have been craving Sollux/Karkat? You are truly a wonder.

This should be everyone's favourite pairing forever
And not just because Sollux looks like a younger Sasha Nein

You guys are crazy, but thanks anyway, ah hahaha
3rd paaage.

SPOILER:
Also, I know it's like, "wait, wasn't Sollux just like... murderous or something?" but that's gonna be explained next page. And then anyone will be able to draw conclusions on what went down here.

Also whoooops forgot to lower the opacity of the blue/red psionic glowy stuff layer. Oh well. Too lazy to fix.

>>52371
Well, I know what line is going in this fic once everybody gets out from behind my BACK AND READING OVER MY SHOULDER AUGH.

But yeah, great dialog still.

Also, Sollux! Don't put him on the doorknob! That's just mean.

>>52371
Awww yeah. Also, Katie,
You make me have to draw them soooo cute.

TA: oh come on KK you are ball2 deep iinsiide me and you won't even let me
CG: KEEP AWAY FROM MY DAMN HORNS YOU FREAK.

>>52374
Fwah hahaha, they are such cute hate buddies~

>>52373
*HEAVY BREATHING*
Hehehe. Thanks. - v-

Also yaaay final page. I'm never going to draw psychic sex ever again because the glowy shit was the most annoying thing I've ever drawn. Ever.
(I'm sorry Karkat aged 5 years in the course of this, it's like I can't stay consistent no matter how hard I try /sob)

>>52376
yes this is wonderful

>>52376
Haha, I'm not going to put *HEAVY BREATHING* in the story, no. Er, if that was what you were saying. I don't really know. But yeah, fantastic last page. I don't think you've ever posted a depiction of sex from that angle here. Or, hell, any angle where you can see entry. But great finish, har har har.

>>52378
I was breathing over your shoulder! OVER YOUR SHOULDER. Damn it man.
Also thanks, ffff.

Kay I am gonna go hang out in Moodbox until I pass out on my keyboard.

>>52376

HGGGGGGGGGGH SO CUTE BEST HATE FAGS

>>52354>>52355>>52371>>52376

Katie, I think you're the most favorite person in this fandom right now. For good reason.

>>52385
Fwuh I don't know. 9_6
Attention makes me nervous. I like it here cause it's usually the same people. I wouldn't know if everybody liked me, ah ha. (Except on FA. Some of those people are a little cagey and weird but EH.)

I'm not sure there's anything I don't like about Karkat/Sollux. Or this comic.

But my favorite part that isn't any face in any given panel is probably Karkat trying to talk though his arousal through the whole thing. Or maybe the panel of Sollux grabbing Karkat's crotch. Or maybe the last two faceshot panels in page 1. Or.....

But, yeah. Now I get to think about Sollux fucking Karkat up against a wall at work today. My day just got better!

>>52388
Expanding on the comment about people at FA: I was wrong. They're insane. Batshit insane.

>>52396
I think about this kind of thing all day long! Especially when I'm bored. God damn do I love fanfiction. Makes summer so much more entertaining.

Katie.

UNF.

This is my first time actually typing on coq (I have nothing to add until I write some goddamn porn) but Jesus you made me break my vow of silence.

NNNNGH.

>>52399
I also make people break down and read the comic because of my fanart, OH HO HO. I am proud of myself for that fact alone.

Moodbox silliness. I figured you guys would get a kick out of this.

>>52402

hahaha, what the fuck.

>>52402
Equius in a dress is always instant win...
but this is so hilarious! I love buff-Tavros!

63'd Gamzee and Equius

>>52417
Equius makes the best lady. Maybe it's because he's already so feminine despite almost literally being a MUSCLEBEAST. Those thigh-highs and that long hair <3

OH yeah I almost forgot to post this which was why I came here.
An awesome fanfic from LJ:

_______________________________________

GC: S0, WH4T 4R3 Y0U UP T0 4T THE M0M3NT, 4NYW4Y?

The young troll jumps as the husktop buzzes, eyes snapping to the screen as he turns his head slightly. Gamzee opens his eyes, slumped against the wall, and only pushes himself up as Tavros' hands leave the polkadot canvas of his pants. Sleepy eyes flick over to his husktop and he reaches over lazily, sinking back against the wall and typing with one hand, little finger intermitantly hitting the shift key.

TC: nOtHiN mUcH
TC: jUsT cHiLlIn WiTh A bRo
TC: pLaYiN aRoUnD

He flashes Tavros a slack grin, and the boy blushes orange. Getting him out of his wheelchair had been easy- it's getting him back in that'll be entertaining. He's propped up on his elbows, stretched out along the floor and between his close friend's legs. A slender hand reaches out blindly and touches Tavros' hair as the older troll continues typing.

TC: wHaT iS aLl Up In GoIn DoWn WiTh YoU?

And now he's slumped back against the wall completely again. Running a grey tongue over his lips, he smiles with those sharp teeth and reaches down with his other hand, cupping Tavros' chin. Tavros hesitates, and closes his eyes.

"You all chill up in this, man?"

He nods- maybe a little over-eagerly- and he drags himself forward another little bit while Gamzee arches his back and slides his slacks down off his hips. A shaking hand reaches forward and gently rubs its palm against the tent of coloured boxers, drawing little more than an acknowledging twitch- but he flushes orange and draws his hand back nervously, eyes flicking up to the sleepy gaze above him.

Tavros has to look away and close his eyes as his friend arches up again, this time shoving his boxers down to bunch up with his pants, exposing himself entirely. It takes him a moment to notice, but a lanky hand reaches down and buries itself in the younger troll's hair. Peering up meekly at Gamzee's face, Tav expects to see a goofy grin, but is instead met with a vaguely concerned frown.

"You ain't gotta be all up to doin' something you ain't feelin' is right-"

"No- it's- it's alright, I-I guess I'm just nervous-"

The frown disappears as he's cut off, and the clown bows his head a little and raises his eyebrows as the taurus stammers for a moment. Tav gulps hard as his voice falters, before reaching forward again, this time taking the clown in a loose fist. He's unsure of what to do now-

GC: N0T MUCH, JUST W41T1NG FOR 4C T0 C0M3 0N.

The young troll jumps again as the husktop buzzes, clenching his hand weakly in his fright- Gamzee hisses through his teeth and sits up, shifting uncomfortably and bringing his hand down on the keyboard haphazardly. Tavros backs off again, letting go of him with a messy tumble of apologies spilling out as Gamzee pushes his hair out of his face to concentrate on the screen.

TC: dBSIkia
GC: WH4T??
TC: sOrRy
TC: mY fUcKeN hAnD sLiPpEd AlL oVeR tHe KeYs N sHiT

"I'm so sorry- I didn't mean to, it's just- uhh- the husktop- it- it gave me a fright-"

"Chill out, my brother." Gamzee breathes, sinking back against the wall and taking ahold of himself in one hand as Tav props himself up a little more, leaning forward with wide eyes and orange cheeks, nibbling on his lip. If the young tauros didn't have such a hopeful- pitiful- look in his eyes, the mellow troll might have suggested just giving up and trying all this out at a later date-

GC: H33 H33
GC: TH4TS 0K4Y

He doesn't respond to her this time, and just smiles placidly down at the troll stretched out before him, shrugging one shoulder. Tavros gulps, reaching forward with a shaking hand and wrapping his fingers around the older troll, on top of his own fingers. "You- you still want me to-?"

"Only if you're still feelin' it, bro."

And then Gamzee's hand is gone and Tavros is stroking him gently, licking his lip nervously and refusing to look away. But he still looks troubled and the clown raises his eyebrows, which is almost comical for the paint. His face burns dark as he leans down, never breaking eye contact and swallowing nervously again. "I just- I don't wanna screw up-"

Gamzee is about to reply, but then gentle lips are around him and he just breathes out slowly, closing his eyes and sinking back against the wall. He draws his knees up a little and Tav stiffens for a moment, about to pull away until he realises that he's done nothing wrong and then he's back to gently licking at the older troll's tip gently, finally closing his own eyes.

He's clumsy as he takes as much as he thinks he can into his mouth, before slowly pulling back and licking his lips. His friend grunts and Tavros is sure he must have nicked him, but Gamzee just looks down and smiles at him in a way that is far too friendly for the situation. Tavros returns the grin before sticking his tongue out. He runs the tip of his tongue up the underside of his friend and Gamzee gasps quietly, but he tells himself it's a good gasp and takes him back in his mouth.

Although gaining confidence, he's still clumsy and his teeth graze and cause Gamzee to whimper, jerking his hips a little. The younger troll is about to pull away and apologise, but a bony hand in his hair lets him know it's alright and he just makes a note to be more careful. He sticks with just gently swirling his tongue around the tip, even though he thinks he might be pressing too hard-

GC: S0 WH4T K1ND 0F PL4Y1NG 4R0UND 4R3 Y0U GUYS UP T0
GC: HUH? >;]

The clown sighs and opens his eyes again, ruffling Tav's hair before reaching over to the husktop. If he backs off know, he knows he'll lose the nerve to start again so the young troll just stays as he is, gently lapping at Gamzee with the flat of his tongue and at a loss of what to do. Gamzee's hand hovers over the keypad blankly for a moment, before he reaches up and just snaps the husktop shut and grins down at Tavros.

Using one hand, Tavros begins stroking Gamzee gently, sucking at the head gently and all the while staring up at the troll above him. Everything goes fine for a minute or two as he keeps this up, the clown's breath slowly becoming heavier and harsher as he begins to squirm. But then he bucks his hips gently- Gamzee's back arches as Tav's teeth nip him again and that bony hand shoots back into Tav's hair, and this time the taurus does pull away, still gently stroking him. "Ah- I'm really sorry-!"

Gamzee just shakes his head, hand falling from the taurus' hair to the floor. Deciding he's already tried one too many times, Tav shifts his arms to holding himself up awkwardly as he wraps the fingers of his other hand around the clown as well, squeezing gently and earning a quiet grunt. He's not entirely sure what he's supposed to be doing, so he just sticks with gentle, almost robotic strokes. The next minute or so is quiet aside the increasing pants from Gamzee, hips twitching and pressing his head back into the wall. Chancing one more try, the young troll leans forward and gently pressing his tongue to Gamzee's tip-

"Motherfuck-"

Tavros squeaks as his friend spills, recoiling as he's splashed in the face. He tightens his grip again, causing Gamzee to arch right off the wall with another moan, drawing his knees up again and clenching his fists. But then it's over, Gamzee panting and squirming until Tavros remembers to release him. He wipes his face with the back of one hand, sticking his tongue out.

"Ah- I'm sorry, brother-"

"I-It's okay, it's not like it could be helped!"

And he still sounds terribly nervous, but he drags himself forward and presses his face into Gamzee's chest, nuzzling into his shirt and lying against him as a slender arm is lain over his shoulders. The other snaps the husktop open again, automatically logging back into trollian. Gamzee murmurs something sweet- or maybe it's just vague, Tav can never quite be sure- before beginning to type awkwardly with one hand.

GC: H3Y
GC: H3Y
GC: WH3R3 D1D Y0U G0??
GC: 8C
TC: i'M sOrRy MaN
TC: mUsT'vE uP aNd HiT sOmE wRoNg ButToN
TC: bUt We AlL cHiLl NoW
GC: 0H G00D Y0UR3 B4CK
GC: :]
GC: S0
GC: Y0U ST1LL H4V3NT T0LD M3 WH4T Y0U GUYS 4R3 UP T0
GC: 0R C4N 1 GU3SS??
GC: >;] H33 H33
GC: GUYS?
GC: H3Y
GC: 4R3 Y0U GUYS 1GN0R1NG M3??
GC: >:[ >:[

Whoa, dead much today?

>>52420
That is awesome. I'm always up for Gamzee/Tavros, and this was very good.

NEW UPDATE. Vriska is completely unlikable.

>>52486
She is SO unlikeable, which makes me wish she wasn't attractive somehow. (Must be the eyepatch.)

I think I understand how the troll romance feels now. I hate her, completely -- yet I somehow want to have sex with her.

ML7 is drawing Tavros with the robolegs of a sexy secretary/WWII pin-up, so we will have some delicious content soon.

>>52488
You know what? You're right. I fucking can't stand that she is so physically attractive but a complete cunt. Even in my deep loathing for her, I'd hit her. I shit you not.
ARGHHHHH.

>>52495

maybe you should draw something with her.

to blow off steam you know.

>>52495
I'd hit her, too! But, with my fists.

>>52500
here here!

>>52498
I am not fooled by this ruse.

>>52500
Fffhaha. Punch her in the face then make her SUCK YOUR DICK.
Someone should do a fic like that. Have Tav dominate the shit out of her.

>>52503
... I'm rather partial to the idea of him beating her to death then like... calling in Equius to have rampant, bloody sex next to her body.
Also, she has tits. Tits are ew.

>>52505
You know that matador who got impaled my a bull's horn in the thought?

Yah.

>>52503
I would totally do this, but I'm not even remotely turned on by anything involving Vriska unless it also involves Terezi, because Terezi WOULD dominate the shit out of her and it would be glorious.

Also, last part of that Sollux/Karkat fic will be posted TO-FUCKING-NIGHT. Do I need to repost the old parts, or just link back to them?

>>52509
Yaaaaaaaay!

>>52505
This appeals to me greatly. B3

>>52509
Like I said, I just think she's physically attractive. I think a fic involving someone humiliating and beating her up would be a fun read, HA. Preferably someone she picks on (like Tavros or Kanaya).
Also YESSS finally! <3
Please repost as well, I hate following the stupid anchor things on this site, and it was a while ago that you posted it.

There we are. Found this on the Homestuck fans dA thing.

>>52517
I love this so much <3
Hnnnnh~

>>52490

o hai

>>52514
Haha, I am really sorry this has been a whole debacle and I'm glad all you guys are at least moderately patient with me. And I don't know if the wait is worth it, but feel free to leave me feedback if you want. HERE IT IS, FINALLY. Starting with Part One and working forward again.

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.
~~~

>>52524

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.

~~~

>>52525
CHAPTER THREE.

"Fuck you, Karkat.

"You idiot, you moron, you asshole. You think I want to fight you about... this? About how I fucking feel about you? I don't want to have to do this. But look at me. I'm scared out of my damn mind what you'll say. How you'll take it. You have your head so far up your verbose psychological rom-com sphincter that I don't even know how to approach you. Do I use the terminology to try and win you over, to think about it for me, or do I come way the fuck out of nowhere and say what I actually feel? What the fuck do I do with you, Karkat?"

Sollux is blazingly luminescent, that furious violet glow surrounding him like fire Karkat doesn't even want to touch. But he feels all that hate in his own mind; all of it stewing together into a nauseatingly strong amount of loathing. It's almost like adrenaline. It's racking his head with it's intensity but at the same time it is... invigorating. Refreshingly diverse and impressive as fuck.

And maybe slightly addicting. But he has some genuine, burning hatred of his own at being talked down to like this, and Sollux is a fucking idiot if he thinks he's going to let it go.

"Look what you've already done with me, you fucking bifurcated spectacle! You're spouting all kinds of bullshit at me, which of course you would do only after you've pinned me to the fucking wall with your angsty psycho powers. What do you even want out of this twisted fucking role-playing scenario you're enacting? Do you want me to call you 'mathter'?"

It isn't very long before Karkat's senses return to him. When they do, his head is facing a distinctly different direction. After a moment the blood returns to his cheeks, and he realizes he has just been slapped very, very hard.

"KK. Listen to me. Let's get one thing straight right now."

Karkat looks up, scowling but lips sealed. When he went slack his neck must have pressed against the sickle blade because now he's bleeding that fucking red again. He's also more than slightly agitated at being roughed up by someone as weak as Sollux. Someone as pathetic as him. Except he isn't pathetic in the least, but he's not going to accept that until Sollux really goes through with all this.

"You're the one letting me do these things, forcing me to act like this. You let me be in control, and I don't know if it's because you think I'm actually superior to you or because you humor me. But my role in this 'scenario', this situation? My role in this-- fuck, my everyday job for that matter--"

Sollux is stepping closer now and Karkat wants to punch that glowering, fanged fucking expression right off of his face. He wants to break skin and bruise muscle and somewhere in the back of his mind other things as well. His feelings are that intense. His passionate hatred for this. For Sollux.

"--is to keep you and your fucking anger management issues in check. I've never been your master, you ignorant dick. But my role is the same as it has always been, and will probably always fucking be.

You stupid fucker you idiot bastard (want) worthless incredible (love) outstanding (HATE) jackass

"I'm your god-damn keeper, Karkat."

Sollux has to see it in his eyes; Karkat is reaching his own breaking point. Inside he's going completely mad trying not to make a mad dash toward that smug bastard and beat his face in. But he won't do it, of course. Not while it would still mean lopping his own head off. The idea of knocking that smug look off his yellow-flushed face is absurdly tempting, bordering on the fetishistic.

But there's something else there. Another projection being forced upon him unwittingly. He glares daggers at Sollux, trying to find something behind those strange eyes. That fucker's just wearing the same infuriating expression, those same blushing cheeks--

"Oh you fucking pervert," he thinks, because all of a sudden he can feel a tightness in his pants that's not of his own volition, and as he casually lets his gaze fall toward the floor he can see that Sollux has a similar 'problem'. "You're getting off on this and you haven't even admitted anything out loud."

The psychokinetic's eyes are half-lidded now as he strides toward Karkat. He knows that if he tries to remove the sickle from the wall it won't even budge; not with the other boy's powers thrust upon the wicked blade. He sneers at the now too-close Sollux, a snarl mangling his speech: "You're a pitiful fucking coward you know that, you psycho-mutant fuck? FUCK YOU."

Like furious clockwork Sollux's eyes throw open wide as he wrenches the sickle from the wall, the outburst predictable. Karkat simply stares at him, bearing a self-righteous grin because they both know he's right. Sollux's eyes flare from behind those inverted lenses, and Karkat almost thinks he's going to have to brace himself for another bout of poltergeist bullshit.

And before he knows what's happening--the sickle is around his neck once again closer this time--

>>52526
--and Sollux's lips are pressing harsh burning finally against his. He can't even describe to himself how big of a relief it is to feel flesh-on-flesh like this. The duplicity of the sensation is fucking maddening: he feels Sollux pressing flush against him now, both his own hardness and the other boy's meeting with rabid friction as they nearly attack each other. But he also feels Sollux feeling the same damn things and it's almost the best god damn feedback loop and he doesn't even care that he's not leading this right now.

Their teeth clap against each other's in their ferocity, each slipping tongues between the others lips and breaking the skin thereof in turn. With one hand Sollux holds the sickle in place and the other has caught purchase in Karkat's hair, tugging in something that's like a plea but also like posessiveness. Yellow and red mix and neither of them give anything resembling a damn, and Karkat starts to take off the other boy's shirt, fingers arched to rake across skin--

oh no you don't KK
"Oh no you don't, KK," Sollux murmurs, and Karkat can't tell if he's imagining that smoother tone, that lower inflection or if the bipolar bastard is trying to be-- "You don't get to lead this time. I don't care how much trouble I have to go through." Sollux's lithe hand traces along the vulgar troll's clavicle, scratching almost gently against the skin covering the bone. Still holding the sickle he allows the other hand to drop, and for a moment Karkat thinks he could probably overpower him, turn the tables, take control.

And then Sollux turns him roughly around and shoves him against the wall with more force than he would have expected, and thinks: or, maybe not.

this is what you get

Karkat hears the thought, even though it seems like barely a whisper, and he wrestles with the urge to fight back. Sollux just keeps him pressed there no matter how he struggles, a hand wrapped around the back of his neck-- it's infuriating, the pause that comes then. Karkat mumbles curses under his breath, his ears scarcely hearing what sounds like a thoughtful hum from the skinny troll behind him. Then, just under Sollux's wrist, he feels it: the sharp point of his sickle, drawing a course down the nape of his neck. He tries and fails to repress a shiver, growling in his chest at that almost-cutting sensation. It fades suddenly, and he can tell by the slack of his shirt giving way that Sollux isn't even going to bother taking it off him.

you don't get to do even this not now now it's my turn to lead you

The shirt rips from seam to seam and when he's done the fabric falls to the floor, discarded and forgotten. Sollux's hands are at his zipper now, forgoing the sickle this time. Karkat's eyes widen slightly at the quickness of the whole thing, and then-- a soft chuckle. "You're a real piece of work, Sollux. I didn't think you had it in you."

Then those fingers are in his hair again, twisting and pulling back hard. Karkat hisses at the distant pain, teeth clenching out of instinct. "No, of course you didn't," Sollux nearly spits, tone dripping with vehemence. "Your fucking remarks are really starting to grate on my nerves so just shut up for once."

The back of Karkat's head suddenly feels like it's been hit by a brick.

just shut up don't ruin this this is mine don't take this from me your moronic comments don't ruin everything again

Except it's not a brick, it's Sollux and his head is pressed against Karkat's own, and both of them are sweating from all of this fighting, their hair drenched in their own exasperation. Sollux's thoughts flow into him like vicious waters and his fingers clutch at Sollux's arms, clawing into them. "Then quit stalling you dumb fuck." Karkat's tone seethes with a myriad mess of emotions, and he's sure Sollux can hear the passion and the rage and the hate, and all it implies.

Quick digits tear the remaining clothes from the vulgar troll's waist, and Karkat can't help but gasp at the feel of the cool air on his almost unbearably hot arousal, all the more sensitive there for the horrid link between himself and Sollux. He doesn't know what Sollux is going to do but then, he finds he doesn't give a shit. "How long," he breathes, laughter seeping into his voice, "have you been wanting to have me at your fucking mercy?"

"As long as you've wanted me at yours, KK." Sollux is so obviously grinning that smug fucking grin that Karkat's impulse to punch him bursts out of his mouth in a mocking laugh which breaks off into a hitch when he feels Sollux's hand wrap firmly around his member.

And he's thankfully gentle with his strokes. At least at first. Karkat's face creases, reminiscent of a flinch at the amazing sensitivity of his arousal, and Sollux smirks in a way that calls for a kiss and punch but he can only focus on giving one at a time. The strokes run quicker as their lips meet again, and the bursts of thought come faster as well--

terminology Kismesis Moirail Auspistice Matesprit stupid words

--and right now they are such idiotic words even to Karkat that he just can't stand it and he pushes back from the wall, wanting to fight, wanting to--

And Karkat finds his backside pressed against rigid, smooth flesh, interspersed with ridges that can only be fingers wrapped around Sollux's own memeber. The psychokinetic has frozen, and a strange buzz Karkat didn't even notice before fades slightly and makes his skin prickle in it's absence. He's not surprised by Sollux touching himself now, even in such close quarters. But still, he is surprised; Sollux's mind flares up in distress:

no no this is too much I'm a weirdo Fuck Damn it now I'm ruining it myself

Karkat's shoulders shake, and Sollux's train of thought lapses as he tries to figure out-- is he laughing?

The sound is soft at first, but soon it finds it's strength and becomes full fledged, hysteric-laden laughter. Karkat is wracked with the throes of it, and it's all Sollux can do not to run away as fast he can. Then the anger comes back, and he's not going anywhere. "What the fuck are you laughing at, KK?"

"Hahaha oh jegus, Sollux!"

The psychokinetic realized he was still holding onto Karkat's member, as well as his own. He felt something almost like a moment coming on, and the ridiculousness of the situation was starting to get to him. Apparently it was getting to Karkat as well. He started to think, "Well maybe I misjudged KK this time..."

"All these years, haha, and it turns out you... do only have one cock after all!"

oh for fucks sake Karkat you cheeky little BITCH

Sollux doesn't lash out this time. Instead he just grips a little harder and squeezes Karkat's arousal into his palm, pulling it back flush against his stomach. Predictably Karkat's laughter stops abruptly, a hiss coming from between his teeth, his eyes darting down. The sight of Sollux's hand there, grabbing hold of him so fucking possessively was both an enticing invitation and a challenge. Up till now Karkat was definitely goading Sollux on, but this was the downhill slope. "Well you've got me here now, you gibbering idiot. What are you going to--"

Sollux's answer comes in the form of two spit-wet fingers finding their way inside him, hooking themselves upwards into the flesh of him. Karkat bites his tongue on moan, completely failing to keep the noise inside-- or the next groan that came after, or the whimper that followed. Sollux's fingers work in a serpentine motion, and something about it feels more forceful than it actually is; a strange phantom motion that seems to push into him just as the fingers make their way back only to return, piston-like. At his front Sollux's hand is steady, working in a rhythm that brings him closer toward his eventual release but only so fucking slowly. The images coming from the psychokinetic's mind now are blurs of flesh and passion. "Y-you and your-- Ah! F-fucking psycho-shenanigans."

Another sharp, ingratiating thrust of those digits and another sex-filled sound, and Karkat hisses at him; it's an empty threat. Sollux just grins, lips closed in a silent giggle. "Your moaning is a religious experience KK, you know that?"

Karkat barks out an angry sound and is silenced once again by those damn fingers. Sollux presses his thumb against his tailbone, subtly pushing Karkat into a more upright position with those constant thrusts. And again, that amused tone. "There's just so much to bask in."

"F-fuck you Sollux." The bipolar boy gives him another hook-thrust and there's pain but it's not even registering as pain anymore if it ever did, and he gives another "fuck you" as he exhales. Another thrust, another soft swear from lips that stay tightly shut. And another thrust, and another--

"Fuck you fuck you fuck you FUCK you--"

Sollux's hand wrenches into Karkat's hair and Karkat knows it's just psycho fuckery but it feels like Sollux's hand never even left his shaft. The psychokinetic presses his head against the back of his hand, demands fighting their way through clenched teeth. "Fucking louder, you stupid bastard!"

"F-FUCK ME SOLLUX, GOD DAMN IT."

yes

And Sollux doesn't need any more incentive or command.

Those deft digits retreat from within Karkat but are replaced immediately, and Karkat moans louder than before, shoving his own head against the wall. His hair is in his eyes and so is the sweat but fuck so is Sollux and he's radiating heat and hate and it's everything they've both been wanting for such a long time--

The first few thrusts are hard, harder than necessary but just as hard as both want them to be. Sollux's hands are either on his hips or in his hair or clasped around his horns but the fuck if he knows anything because there's nothing to think about. The phantom hand around his member hasn't gone away, and if he concentrates really hard he thinks that maybe there's a hand in his hair and one clawing into the bone of his hip sharp. All the room fades because there's only the wall and the burning, rigid flesh ramming into him and for once he's fucking fine with not being the leader.

Sollux's thoughts are nothing but flesh now, machine movement and passion blended. His thrusts slow, but only get more forceful; powerful motions that come kinetic like hammer swings (and Karkat thinks it's so fucking strange because he's just so damned small) and never abate for long.

Suddenly vertigo hits Karkat like a boulder and he's not against the wall anymore but somehow (of fucking course) he's on it, and Sollux turns him over without ever pulling out, and Karkat lets out a sound caught between a shuddering moan and a growl that has them both shivering. Sollux's eyes are devoid of points, but he's staring into Karkat once again, a hungry look in those eyes built up from so much unrequited conversation, from so much pent-up frustration. And Karkat knows exactly how he feels.

Then the psychokinetic is upon him, teeth clashing again and lips meeting with fury and pain and pleasure and blood. Sollux fumbles through the haze of sex for Karkat's leg, never taking his eyes off of his face as he places it against his chest and straddles the other. Karkat's hands, only now finally in a position to do something, are pinned at either side above his head by the wrists by Sollux's own, and though no sound comes from him in that moment, though no words are exchanged Karkat swears he hears Sollux growl.

The thrusts come deep and slow, each breathing so heavy the air around them feels so much hotter than everything else. But Karkat's eyes are flicking open and shut tight, his fingers clenching in time with every thrust because it's just too much. He can feel Sollux's release looming in his own muscles, his thoughts gradually falling away only to be replaced with that dual climax that he feels almost afraid of--

And then Sollux is thrusting faster and faster, and everything falls away except for the motion and the waves of raw sense and feeling. "S-Sollux, A-ah, fuck, please."

"KARKAT"

They both reach their release, Sollux driving into Karkat as deep as he can with such incredible shivers that they make his hand fly up to grasp onto Karkat's leg for support, only stuttering pleased sounds coming from his lips then. Karkat bucks his hips up at that last moment, wanting the same thing as Sollux whether it's the kinetic's desire or his own, his stomach painted in splatters from his own climax, and both can't barely breathe to stay conscious for those minutes that follow. Sollux's head dips down to kiss the vulgar boy between breaths, laughing happily at the little petulant nip Karkat takes at his lips when he does, and gradually they both slide slowly down the wall.

On the floor, Karkat rolls off of the other boy's waist, taking a deep breath before exhaling, the ghost of a swear that might have been. It's Sollux who breaks the silence first.

"Are we still friends?"

"You're not going to ask that everytime, are you?"

They look at each other, just out of their periphery so that one won't think the other knows they're looking, and whether they know it or not, their grin is very much shared between themselves.

>>52526>>52527
My God. That was amazing.

Del. I am fucking gobsmacked. That was amazing.

God damn it, Del, you are the greatest person alive on this night. You write amazing sex scenes, seriously. Fffff so worth the wait, my god.

overglasses stares are the hottest thing ever. just sayin.

(5:01:46 PM) Zombie: now I want hero tavros saving gamzee in a dress
(5:01:51 PM) Zombie: THEN MAKEOUTS

Brb, doing this right now.

(6:01:54 PM) fauxmonstur: I want to draw sweet loving porn
(6:01:59 PM) Bones: ;_; lmao i feel so bad for him
(6:02:03 PM) fauxmonstur: of Rufio being gentle to Tavros
(6:02:12 PM) fauxmonstur: "It's okay. I love you Tav."
(6:02:17 PM) fauxmonstur: And then everyone baws because IT IS FAKE
(6:02:20 PM) fauxmonstur: AND NOBODY LOVES HIM

And as for the similarities of your blood, well,
the 13 year old, alien boy... seems VERY grateful......

Just found this on FA lmao

>>52589

HAHA. Awesome. I kind of want that daydream to happen.

RUFIO!TAVROS?

B| DEAL WITH IT.

>>52589
>>52595

Rufio!Tavros makes everyone his bitch vanilla!Tavros apologizes profusely all day. He's like a werepimp.

I am writing up a dream I had that was really incoherent and ridiculous AU but involved DP and hella Gamzee. Would you people like that? It will be terribly written because none of my betas read homestuck and I'm struggling with getting voices down

>>52600

Fuck yeah, lay it on us, bro.

>>52600

I am interested in seeing how this plays out.

Expect it tomorrow sometime, I'm not done and I want to double-write all the dialogue cause, fuck me, Sollux is hard to write

>>52595
>>52596

I want this more than I can say!

nurr

>>52634

My heart just grew three sizes too large <3

>>52634
really katie?
this is the gayest thing you ever drawn?

>>52642
BUTTSEX: CLOSE RIVAL

>>52532
>>52533
>>52534

wHOA, nOW I WISH, I COULD HAVE BEEN ONLINE THAT NIGHT,

I had to get offline immediately after posting that, and hadn't been able to get back on me laptop until just now. I'm really glad you all liked it though, and that it was worth the wait. (FUN FACT: Hadn't written bum-sexin's before, so I'm really glad it worked out well.)

c:

Also, Katie, that posing, aged-up hardcore Tavros is still the gayest thing you've ever drawn. Unequivocally. That having been said, the picture you drew for my story "Miracle Boy" comes pretty damn close. XD

>>52644
>>posing, aged-up hardcore Tavros

Yeah I don't know if I've ever seen anything as gay as that image from anyone

>>52582
more like this! also, can i have a link to the kink meme?

>>52646
Have it bookmarked. There ya go.

http://community.livejournal.com/homesmut/719.html

>>52645
I'll top it one day, I promise you that.
I promise you.

>>52657

Aw yeah, you can do this, girl.
I believe in you.

>>52686
Oh god damn it ffffff <3

>>52686
Very nice. o: Never seen his horns that thin, but nice all the same.

Gamzee would think a vibrator is a miracle. "S'all like a motherfuckin' bone bulge but it's bein' all up and DETACHABLE an' shit. An' it fuckin' vibrates too? Where's it even get all up the gumption to do that shit?

F-fuckin' miracles."

That Gamzee <3


Although is anyone else bummed by the lack of Equius/Karkat? That had so much potential to be an awesome hatesexdubcon pairing, and it all went away

>>52691
You have no fucking idea. There was a little boom of it when he was first introduced, but I would really love to see more. I can just imagine Karkat getting all angry and picking a fight with him, forgetting that he can benchpress like a whole house. And then Equius get's that weird dominance rush and things just go down hill from there.

I cannot stop finding it hilarious that Equius is pretty much tailor-made for D/s fandom porn.

I also never got around to saying how much I love the fact that Karkat can't shut up while he's being fucked in Katie's comic, and that Sollux just wants him to shut the fuck up for once, in the middle of sex for Grub's sake, in Del's story.

Both situations seem very plausible. Also, it's starting to occur to me that we haven't actually had as much Karkat topping Sollux yet. I guess it's because he's such a great whiny bottom, but anyways. We need Karkat getting his manly fuck on.

>>52691
AGREED. If only because I started fic, got 6 pages in and was like, "Where was I going with this?" When I woke up the next morning.

>>52686
I'm still staring at this and in complete awe at how much I love it.

I agree, we do need more Equius/Karkat. I drew some a while back, but I haven't gotten back into that boat in a while. I typically focus more on Equius/Tavros because... well, Tavros.
Karkat topping seems so natural, but I think that's why it's awesome to see him completely dominated. GIANT DOUCHEBAG BLUH BLUH getting fucked by the scrawny, nerdy kid, teehee.

>>52716
You should remember where you were going with that fic! I have no practice writing good porn or Equius, otherwise I'd be all over that shit.

>>52717

Well I do love Equius/Tavros. As far as Equius/Karkat goes, I think I really like seeing both parties bitching each other out during the act, and, Karkat being dominated.
Your art was what helped feed my desire ;)

>>52714
Haha, I was wondering if you were going to comment on that huge last chapter, frankly. But I never really noticed the juxtaposition between the comic and my fic. Sweet catch, and a good point!

The funny thing is, I was originally going to have a bit more of a power struggle, because I was struggling with myself on the matter of who should top. Then I remembered that the original request was that Sollux should top because he's so scrawny yet he's got those powers. Not to mention Karkat doesn't actually play bottom often as far as I've seen depicted. But Karkat would make a great top as well; that's usually how I prefer him.

(Gamzee's the only one who I can see being really flexible with it in an open way; when it comes to Karkat and Sollux I don't think of who's top and who's bottom, but instead who gets there first.)

As for Equius/Karkat, I can see it but only because of the amount of D/s activity that would ensue. Karkat is THE Gutterblood in the grand scheme of things, and so it's the ultimate depravity for Equius to be dominated by the absolute lowest caste. To be reduced to taking orders from someone who is, in his mind, a disgusting existence.

Karkat would probably do it out of pent up sexual frustration (that he obviously has even IN the canon comic, for chrissakes) and out of hatred for the Bourgeois Blue Blood.

So I can definitely see it, at least in that SINGULAR scenario. Past that, I don't know, and I definitely don't know if I could write something like that.

>>52721
This is basically the scenario that plays out in my mind, as well. In most scenarios involving Karkat, he is just sexually frustrated and repressed, which mixes with his self loathing and some need to feel better about something. Carnal stimulation is probably the only real "good feeling" he'd let anyone do to him (begrudgingly at best, probably also with a fistfight on the way) anyway because he hates stupid mushy crap and would just be embarrassed to even allow the thought of it.

Anyways, here's some old art to get the wheels turning again. I really do love this ship but god damn it I am so lazy. SO LAZY. Maybe I'll draw something else later.

>>52722
You draw such a pretty Equius though! It's one of the best things about that pairing for me, admittedly. Is Equius being kind of a pretty boy in a girly way.

And he hates all the emotional stuff, the mushy shit, and yet-- rom-com nights, pink robe and fuzzy slippers.

>>52726
I know, it's odd. He's the strongest and apparently the manliest (builds robots, wears a wife-beater), but he is STILL so god damn girly.
It's that fuckin hair and those THIGH-HIGHS. I love the contrast, too. The stinking boots and the grungy wife-beater, but long, pretty hair. Laugh-my-fucking-ass-off.

>>52729
Equius confirmed for STRONG FEMME. I love the grumpy deprived bastard, at any rate.

>>52730
Me too <3

Also BATHTIME~
Screw you I'm not spoilering this shit because of Nepeta. YEAH. DEAL WITH IT.

DID SOMEONE SAY EQUIUS?

ARTFAG REPORTING IN. h-haha. de-lurking just to say i love you guys.

>>52732

GAHHH SO CUTE FFF you are the best ever

also have more stuff. i plan to have all the trolls eventually!

>>52722
*replies to you both here and on the fora like a creepster*

YES! Inadvisably, I started writing Karkat/Sollux smut the other day that basically followed that format, because I couldn't imagine it any other way. I'm not posting it yet because, well, I've never written porn before and it just doesn't seem right yet. It started as a homesmut request fill but I don't think I can finish it in those boundaries. BLUH BLUH LONG CONTENT-LESS COMMENTS BLUH BLUH I hope to provide you all with porn soon the end.

>>52739
Yyyyyyyyyyyyessss I can't wait, oh ho ho B3

>>52736
God damn. This is pretty effing awesome looking. NUDE EQUIUS RIGHT NOW I DEMAND IT.
(prease? ; v;)

>>52721
>Gamzee's the only one who I can see being really flexible with it in an open way; when it comes to Karkat and Sollux I don't think of who's top and who's bottom, but instead who gets there first

That last part. Yes, definitely. Man, now I'm imagining the consequences of a relationship where the whole thing is deliberately one big long power struggle. The two of them sleeping together in the same recuperacoon, Karkat groggily complaining in the morning.

"Shut the fuck up and enjoy your handjob, KK."

Regarding Gamzee, one of the troll cosplayers had an interesting remark regarding them. "I don't see him really as straight or gay, just somebody that wants to help a brother out."

Also while I agree he'd be totally chill with just about anything so long as it all feels good for everybody, I have this weird meme in my head, originating from (think it was yours?) the Equius-crossdresses, Gamzee-thinks-its-a-miracle-and-sucks-him-off story that Gamzee can seduce the fuck out of anyone if he wants. That story where Terezi hijacks an RP session to turn it into her own private dungeon and Karkat flips his shit also helped to cement this.

If Terezi's superpower is that she wtfpwns social issues, manipulation, and complexity, Gamzee's would be his ability to make people relax, go along with the flow, and mellow out.