#porcronkri

[deepseaatrocity]

porcronkri is cool i guess (I am literally exploding at the seams

[homestuckkinaes]

aesthetic for a Kankri who was matesprits with Porrim and Cronus. 

[quietmillennial]

Porcronkri drabble below the cut.

Kankri’s heavy eyelids opened reluctantly as sunlight poured mercilessly into his coal eyes. He yawned as he sat up and streched his long limbs to the the sky. He turned and sighed at the mass of blankets beside him still rumbling with snores. He stood up with a pop of his knees, abused by years of marching band and Orpheus Ampora’s chores. He looked around the room, scratching his nest of black hair, noting that Porrim must have already awoken, a rare occurance, as she enjoyed sleep as much as Cronus. With one last stretch of his lower back, Kankri made his way through the noisy, crowded halls of his house. 

A plethora of noises were common in the house of dozens of people, connected through kindness, family, and circumstance. If they were in the mood, you would here Dirk and Dave sparring with katannas in one of their rooms. Walking by Kurloz and Meulin’s bedroom and studio, you were sure to hear the clicks of cameras and the instructions for the models inside. Walking by Karkat’s room insured the angry ramblings of a Red Bull-fueled artist whose portfolio was almost always due. 

Kankri stumbled into the living room to see his father and sister on the couch. He smiled fondly at them and peered closely at the child wrapped in his sister’s arms. He sniffled pitifully and whined as Kara shooshed him gently. Garfield Makara walked in abruptly into the room and sat by Kara, offering a small bowl of aromatics mixed with honey and milk. The little boy, Levi, took it with trust, sipping it slowly. Gar’s large hand carded through his son’s hair gently and smiled.

Akrabbi, the father of the Vantases, smiled at his son wordlessly, knowing that his son inherited his addiction to caffeine. Kankri’s stomach grumbled as he smelled the sweet smell of Jane Crocker’s breakfast pastries cook in the kitchen. He walked through the door and straight to the coffee pot, quietly mumbling a thanks to Jane for her daily service. As he took his first sip, he felt a pair of arms wrap around his slight waist. He set down his cup, turned, and looked down at Porrim’s smug face. He chuckled as he pecked her forehead.

“Good morning, Darling,” he offers.

“Morning, love. How did you sleep?”

Kankri grunted as he looked at the clock. 11:07 a.m. “Longer than usual, obviously.”

Porrim hums agreeably. “You were exhausted last night, weren’t you?”

Kankri forces a bark of a laugh as he scans the room for Jane, or anyone else for that matter when he pulled Porrim a little closer to him.

“Now, if only I were exhausted for the same reasons you so elequently insinuated.”

Truth be told,  Kankri had been up half the night grading papers for his rhetoric class, and the other half with Kurloz, reviewing the the low brass parts he’d rewritten for Kankri because his newly fired composer was apparently an idiot. The two wound lighting a joint at the end of it. That almost made the long night worth it, but he still would have much rather been with his partners last night. 

All three worked. Orpheus and his sons, Cronus and Eridan, had bought a small San Francisco shipping business, and keeping the books took some late nights from Cronus. Porrim worked as waitress, a favorite in the establishment, and was often called in at night. Kankri was a college rhetoric professor and co band director for the small university. There was little time for the lovers to enjoy each other.

Porrim relished the Kankri’s arms around her, as she really couldn’t respond. The door opened again to reveal a tired, ruffled Cronus longing for the morning nectar blocked by his partners. He nudged gently at Kankri with grunt.

“Excuse you!” said Kankri, faking exasperation.

“Kanny, please,” whined Cronus, nudging him again.

Kankri and Porrim generously shuffled over as Cronus poured himself a cup and sighed as he enjoyed his coffee.

When he finished, he eyed his partners still wrapped in each others arms.

“Shower?” he asked with ctooked, telling grin.

As Kankri blushed and Porrim returned the perverse grin, they rushed into one the house’s four bathrooms.

[homestuckkinaes]

porcronkri I believe is what people use for porrim x kankri x cronus

thank you, I’m not sure if the requester meant that their Porrim and Cronus were in a relationship with each other as well though, I thought about tagging it as such but then I realized I didn’t know if that was true or not ^^” 

[mcsiggy]

so i was playing a dress up game and decided to try drawing an ot3 in some outfits and shi.

[mcsiggy]

man how dare you make me draw an OT3.