#tagora/reader

[cobblepillar]

APRIL FOOLS

[hivequest]

[gingerdraw-blog]

Every friend that mspa reader has the made has the 99% of have the habit about always gifting them clothes

COUGH COUGH COUGH DAVE,KANAYA,STELSEA,TAGORA,ROSE, JOHN,MALLEK,GALEKH,POLYPA,MARVUS,TYZIAS,BRONYA,LYNERA,TEGIRI COUGH COUGH COUGH FUCK THERES SO COLD WHERE I LIVE COUGH COUGH COUGH IM SORRY

[springforit]

Even more incorrect quotes

[8sharkie-bites8]

Some pridemonth art I finished just today:]

Hope everyone had a great pride!

Full image-

[incorrectquotestuck]

SORRY I STOPPED FOR A HOT MINUTE THE CRIPPLING ANXIETY CALLED

[biidkes]

Merchandise.

×___________________

[bunnihopp]

some more friendsim stuff for you guys :] <3

my partner has been showin me these guys recently and I've taken a liking to drawing them.

[vikkirosko]

Hello.

Can I request Tagora and Galekh meeting with a female albino human reader?

Like, reader met Tagora like in his friendsim scenario and because of her albino skin, the rainbow drinker serum made her shine like a true rainbow drinker, and reader is happily twirling around while Galekh antagonise Tagora. Reader made Galekh run away by passing as a true rainbow drinker and Tagora and reader became friends.

Then, like in his friendsim scenario, Galekh invite reader to his hive and the two become friends.

The only problem is that both trolls now have a little red crush on reader and their mean acts towards the other are only seen as weird pitch-flirt by reader who don't understand trolls relationships.

Thanks!

💙 Tagora Gorjek x albino human fem!Reader x Galekh Xigisi headcanons 💙

Tagora was one of the first people you met on Alternia. He quickly noticed your unusual appearance and decided that he could not miss the opportunity to use it. He brought you to his hive, confident that such a strange alien would be a good investment of his time, and he was not mistaken when he saw how you were glowing because of the serum you used. The reason for such a bright glow was that you were an albino

He specially brought you to a meeting with Galekh, asking you in advance to help a little with an obsessive acquaintance. You, being a kind person, did not refuse to help him, especially considering that the only thing you had to do was just go with Tagora. You didn't know which rainbow drinkers he mentioned, but apparently it was someone who made Galekh nervous, since he ran away. Tagora was grateful for your help and even called you friends. You were glad that you had a friend on Alternia, because you didn't know how and when you could get home, or if you could at all

You were able to get acquainted with Galekh a few weeks later. It took you a little time to remember him, but as soon as you realized where you saw him, you were embarrassed, because you deceived him, though not out of malice. However, Galekh didn't hold a grudge against you. You were able to have a good chat at his house. During your conversation, he explained to you some of the subtleties of his relationship with Tagora and who the rainbow drinkers were, and he learned more about humans and about you. When you left his hive, he could safely call you friends

You were glad to have the opportunity to chat with friends, but there was something that seemed strange to you. Every time you met Tagora and Galekh, it was as if you were arranging the resolution of some conflict that you didn't know about, but pretty quickly you came to the conclusion that it was part of their relationship. Their romance was still a mystery to you, but you didn't know that you were only partially right. The reason for their conflicts were feelings, but not for each other, but for you. They both weren't completely sure about them, but she didn't really want to share you with each other

You didn't know that they were actually fighting, sure that it was some kind of strange flirtation, as strange as the relationship between trolls, and they were in no hurry to dissuade you. At first they both wanted to solve everything between themselves and only then one of them would decide to tell you what it really meant

[theforlorne]

This Story Is in Dire Need of a New Title Now It Has Been Revamped. And Tagora Still Needs to Fix His Hive. (Tagora x Reader)

🐑 ♡ Thank you Sycamore for beta'ing this one for me, it's been a big help ♡🐑

Tagora's hive is wrecked, but you're there to help.

Teen and Up Audiences, No Warnings, F/M, M/M, Other/M, Tag(s): Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, Flushed Romance | Matesprits, Chores and Lists, Ambiguous Gender Reader, Ambiguous Species Reader, POV Second Person

Find it on ao3 ♡ WC: 2,210

“We both deserve a little compensation for all of this. *______” Tagora sighed.

He gestured towards the wreckage to exemplify 'this'. 'This' was left by the drone that had been searching for a mutant of some sort, and said mutant had not been hidden in his hive. That much was for certain, but the drone had made sure to check the entirety of the space with their own unchecked destruction.

Simply put, most civilised trolls could operate a door handle. Meanwhile, a drone used any sort of explosive or weapon to remove the door and its surrounding area to get in. Not that it mattered given they would then proceed to obliterate anything else in their way. That included and was not limited to: furniture, crucial parts of the hive’s structure, expensive goods, and much cared for lusii equipment.

One look from a critical eye would have been able to tell that there was no room for a mutant - or otherwise - to hide. Tagora’s whole hive aesthetic touched upon chic chaos after all, and it would not be ideal for a deadly game of hide and seek. Too many things to knock over. Too many things in the places you might have hidden. Again, this did not matter.

It had been three days since you had both started to try and clean the mess, and you had made it nowhere. The only good thing to come of it was the additional time you got to spend with Tagora. Since his place was trashed, you’d offered for him to stay at yours. It took some convincing, but he warmed up to the idea after he had tried to relax in the new, open plan demolition site.

This wasn’t to say you were happy his hive was in such a state, no. It was a mess. A bad one. But you had enjoyed a lot of pamper sessions to help him unwind, and to have him snuggled by your side during your rest… It was safe to say you would be making those arrangements with him once his hive was fixed up.

“What am I doing today then?” you asked. Tagora pursed his lips and pulled out a sheet of folded paper from his pocket. He muttered under his breath as he opened it up and placed a finger against the surface. It traced each day, until he found the right one, then moved to your name. Inside of the box read all of the tasks he had delegated you.

“Let’s see, today you need to brush up the rubble in the other room and throw out anything too broken to be saved,” Tagora said. “And please, if you don’t know, ask me this time.”

You pulled on your gloves and nodded to let him know you’d caught all of it. Then, with a wave, you headed over to one of the broken entryways. "Oh-” you choked, fingers slid around the part of the wall that separated you both. “I'm here to help, so you better remember that too. What are you doing today anyway?”

He looked like someone held him at knife point, his plans disturbed before they had even been put into motion. A harsh breath rasped in his throat, and his jaw hung slack.

“Well,” Tagora managed, “I.” He stopped, and in a blur, the paper was pulled from his pocket again. You had broken him.

“I’m in charge of contacting the proper authorities about repairs, general cleaning, ordering, and any additional redecoration for the previous two rooms we’ve completed. Depending on shipment, we might get them finished before the sunrise. It might mean a trip out, however.” He had chewed on each ‘might’ with equal amounts of venom each time. Given his position right in the centre of the hemospectrum, delivery was always a game of roulette, and he had a flawless prediction rate.

You reassured him once more that you wouldn’t mind tagging along if he needed to go. The paper dropped from his face, and he was a pretty shade of teal.

“There isn’t a need for you to come along,” he huffed, “but I would appreciate an escort. *______” There was a softness to his words that left you with a grin. You gave him another wave and headed to your duties.

Rubble weighed heavy on your shoulders, and after some time, each bent back or lifted object caused pain to shoot up your spine. It seared hot within each bundle of nerves. The odd graze or cut you had sustained stung, and you had taken a break to pull out numerous splinters. Still, the place started to clean up.

Aside from the wall, the damage was minimal. Most of the rubble that had been scattered across the room had dodged the majority of the furniture. That left you with an easier second job once the floor wasn’t a wreck. You even dusted up some of the finer cleaning that needed to be done, even if it wasn’t on your schedule. Tagora could complain all he liked when he found out, but the delegation of chores and tasks list could never comprehend your occasional affectionate gestures.

You knew in the end he appreciated it. Especially in the given circumstances.

Lost in reminiscence, you allowed yourself to stew over images of Tagora’s head on your lap. You stroked his hair whilst he told you how much you made things seem easy. Calm. Relaxed. A pocket of joy in a never ending cycle of anxiety fueled torment.

Alternia was a nightmare, and so you shared your duties with kindness in mind.

The same kindness that called to you to swaddle Tagora in your arms the moment you saw him again. You had picked up a broken lamp, and after a look over you couldn’t decide whether to scrap it or not. It worked, but the shade was in a state of disrepair. The same you found your matesprit.

His features were obscured by a thick tangle of hair which he had woven each of his fingers into. He held it tight, and you could make out the tension from where each strand pulled at his skin. This image wasn't long lived though. At the sound of your entry his head whipped up. Embarrassment crossed his face, and his attention diverted near immediately to the side.

That was the signal. Lamp abandoned beside him, your arms were free to catch him in an embrace. At first, his embarrassment heightened, and you felt him tense within your grasp. A single look from his eye might have betrayed murderous intent, but this soon eased. Usually, you would break away after a second or two when this happened. Tagora had other ideas.

Horns fought for dominance in the tight space between your arms and chest. You had to dip down to his level to embrace him; your arms navigated to his neck to avoid any sharp pokes. Tagora had refused to let you see his face in the transition. Instead, he snuggled tight into your shoulder.

His grip overwhelmed you, and a surge of worry coursed through your veins. He clung to you as if you were the one thing to keep him afloat on a stormy sea. The terrors below circled him on those waters while he fought a losing battle.

A sharp hiss sounded too close to your ear, and you jumped from fright. Tagora let out a ‘hiccup’. A sort of tie between a sob and an irritated exhale of air. The result caused him to force you away, allowing him to fold his arms around himself.

Eye contact still avoided, you took in the state of your matesprit. He chewed on his lip, which bled the same colour as the tears that fell down his cheeks. He passed one sly glance your way. But he didn’t make an effort to clean himself up. No, he continued to hold himself in what became a tight ball of limbs.

“I hate all of this,” Tagora began. You nestled yourself beside the chair, and tapped on his closest leg. He lowered it to a spot where you placed your chin on top. With a reassuring pat from your hand, you opted to maintain the contact he had welcomed.

“I hate all of this,” Tagora repeated, “and by all of this I mean the ridiculous excrement this planet pushes out. I didn’t ask to have my hive destroyed. I didn’t want my hive to be destroyed, but oh no, my hive was destroyed anyway!” He continued to rant in a chorus of heated anguish and rage. He spoke fast, but with all the purpose he needed to project his frustrations. Even if you didn’t catch everything, you knew what he was trying to say.

A hand soon found your head as he lost himself in his exasperation, and he stroked your hair without a single spared thought.

“Five thousand sweeps wouldn’t be enough time to clean up the catastrophic societal mess we live in, and I’ve got to take the next hundred to tidy my hive! Nobody will apologise to me, nobody will make up for it, nobody will give me a single shred of recompense. Neither will I get back the precious time I am wasting when my finances rely on my presentability to potential clients. Nobody will work with someone who is missing half of their hive! What is this?

“Forget that, I know what it is, a mess. That is exactly what it is. A mess. A huge mess. ‘Hello prospective client, ignore the huge hole in the side of my hive, I’m redecorating’. I don’t think I could pull that off. Although…” Tagora trailed off and swiped the blood from his lip. He looked at it with a weary eye, then smudged it between his fingers in an attempt to get rid of it.

After the tears were wiped away, he cradled his chin between his thumb and index finger in that signature GorGor style. He muttered about the potential to up his fees, play on the discomfort of a troll that poured out their heart, or set up his office elsewhere for now. It would be your hive, you were informed, if he did relocate for a time.

You’d love that, but he didn’t need to know. You were both deep in red romance territory without the added fluff. His hand had remained firm on your head, and you lapped up the affection. All the while, you looked up at him as the light returned to his eyes. There was a twinkle of mischievousness that sparked from deep within.

Claws scratched at your scalp. Tagora's attention was focused on you. After so much talk, he had fallen silent. Teal had seeped across his features again, and no amount of empathy could decipher his expression. What he felt was a mystery to you until he smiled.

He leant down. With care he enveloped your head in a nest of arms, hair, soft kisses, and affection. Everything was dark inside of your lover's embrace. It was a darkness you could slip into comfortably. Wallow.

“If you’re going to relocate the office, why don’t you do that next time instead of coming here? I don’t mind tidying up if you want to get yourself sorted. Work might make you feel better,” you said.

Tagora let out a gentle hum to let you know he had heard you. Then he told you he would think about it. He didn’t want to leave you to deal with 'this'. It seemed like an unfair distribution of responsibilities. Besides, who would be there to comfort him if he had a meltdown?

He drew back from you, and he cleared his throat. In no time at all, he returned to his upright position. Tagora, who buised himself with sorting out any wardrobe malfunctions, seemed ready to return to his chores. Meanwhile, you vacated his legs and returned to your feet. One of your hands grasped at the table edge to steady yourself, but it remained there as you leant across and placed a well earned kiss on Tagora’s cheek.

He scrunched up his face in mock disgust, eyes narrowed as he stared you down.

“This is valuable time you’re wasting. It seems one of us might not be pulling their weight in this partnership, *______” Tagora said. You pressed a knuckle into his arm and fixed a strand of hair for him. His hands shot up towards it, and he began to fuss over it up like you had ruined everything.

“Sorry boss, I’ll get back to it,” you teased. “There’s a lamp there for you. You decide if it needs to go.” You placed another kiss on his forehead and admired how Tagora’s smile grew a little wider.

“Maybe you can add a break onto the list too, I want to see if the ablution trap is in working order to give some care to my matesprite.”

The scratch of a pen on newly unfolded paper told you that the break was added in. All you had to do was finish up your jobs, and bit by bit, Tagora would find some normality again.

His lusii too. The poor thing hated your hive.

[dubioushonour]

[lace-and-snowdrop]

also side note; i was gonna post the "yaoimas and new yuri" meme for christmas

but as you can see i didn't finish it in time. still wanted to share it tho

happy new year everyone! here's a quick mspar/mallek drawing for yall

[davekat-sucks]

Okay, so we all know Hiveswap and Friendsim are shitty self indulgent brainrot projects. Unfortunately it's brainrot that worked, the sidestory still has a dedicated fandom to this day.

So in honor of that, what are your favorite HSFS ships? If none, which ones do you think are least horrible?

Which ones do you consider the worst of all time, and which ones gave you war flashbacks to canon characters being terrible?

If not counting ones with MSPA Reader because it may as well be an excuse to self insert: Kuprum x Folykl Azdaja x Konyyl Galekh x Tagora Tegiri x Polypa Mallek x Daraya Daraya x Chixie Are ones I like and think would be cool. Not sure what I consider worst. Part of it is that I still want to know about them first in the actual Hiveswap game. Friendsim is also listed as part of dubious canon despite it is the one that introduced us to them.

[yanderes-galore]

Fandom: Hiveswap/Homestuck

Character: Togora Gorjek

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic Pale Relationship

Type of fic: Hc

Other Info: Preferably with a reader that has a lower blood than him

Sure, I'll try! Sorry if it seems a bit short, this was what came to mind for him.

Yandere! Moirail! Tagora Gorjek with Lowerblood! Darling

Pairing: Pale/Moirails♦️

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Manipulation, Controlling behavior, Violence, Isolation, "Kidnapping" implied, Possessive behavior, Death/Murder, Dubious companionship.

I feel Tagora is a troll who'd enjoy a Lowblood as a Moirail.

He seems to grow nervous under a superior's gaze, so a Lowblood Moirail may ease his nerves.

Plus, a Lowblood is easier to control.

Your blood color in this fic is lower than Tagora, making you either Lowblood or Middle caste (Rust, Bronze, Gold, Olive, or Jade).

As his Moirail he has quite a bit of control over you.

Tagora is good with his words due to his caste and job.

He naturally is able to make you listen to him.

Plus then he can excuse it as him being protective.

After all, it's good to look out for one another, yeah?

Tagora would want his Moirail to be well kempt.

He offers to pamper you with skincare and cleanliness.

After all, appearances are important.

Tagora would want to do up his Moirail to be on the same level as him.

Plus, isn't it an honor for him to take you in and out of the bad side of town?

No drones will target you as long as he keeps you in his hive.

He'll even cover you in teal to hide you.

Tagora may be a shifty person but he does mean well towards his Moirail.

Plus, if he ever had to hurt anyone for you, he knows how to get away with it.

Tagora would try to keep up appearances around those around you, but he hates other trolls around you so much.

He smiles kindly towards your Matesprit and tries not to fuss too much about your Kismesis...

However, he is envious.

Like more yandere Moirails, Tagora would show possessive hostility towards your other quadrant members.

He wants your attention on him, after all, he's done so much for you.

Which is what makes him keep you in his hive half the time.

After all, his hive is very pristine.

Surely you won't mind staying there?

He portrays himself as calm and collected along with charismatic.

Although Tagora can lose his control really quick.

If he dislikes another troll you can see his eyes and mouth twitch a little as he tries to make them think he's their friend.

He's not... he's just playing nice since you're watching him.

Tagora is definitely a troll to lie to keep up appearances.

He'll lie to others, he'll lie to you, all to keep you to himself.

He's charming and often has a way with words.

You listen to anything he says because he's your Moirail.

Teal bloods naturally are charismatic.

He finds it pleasing that you listen to him so earnestly.

Although it also disturbs him... you can be taken advantage of.

So Tagora will play a role around others, puppeting others to keep you safe and to himself.

If anyone hurt you or tried to take you, I imagine Tagora snaps.

He's played nice long enough...

If other trolls push him, fine, he'll show them what he can do.

Murder isn't a foreign concept to trolls, fighting isn't either.

While he prefers to refrain from it, you're important.

So if Tagora decides to lock you in his hive or comes back to wash blood off his skin... don't say you weren't warned.

He tried to be nice...

But you mean so much more to him than any other troll.

You're going to stay here with him...

Where no other troll can tarnish you.

[shippingforpros-homestuckedition]

Mspa reader x sugar daddy Tagora?

who?

[humanology-101]

woah hey gallek! didn't expect to see you on human social media platform tumblr dot com lmao

i gotta ask, what's the weirdest thing you've learned about humans so far? i'll try to top it whatever it is

-a human

Well, that is a very difficult category for me to narrow down. You all seem to be a very strange species¹.

1 No offense

The one human I know personally is such a strange individual that trying to base my understanding of humanity off of them alone would be a highly irresponsible generalization¹. If your planet is anything like ours, then you wouldn't have survived to the industrial age if you all behaved like they did.

1 I'd say no offense again, but frankly they seem to be impossible to offend.

I suppose that my biggest suprise would be how fluid you all seem to be. The Reader's behavior is so incongruent from one night to other. Some nights they seem to be the most clever and savvy networker I've ever met¹ and others they seem to be an absolute fool.

1 Tagora does not count.¹

1 Assuming you count pyramid schemes as "networking".

But I'm not sure if that tells me more about your species or more about my own. Trolls are a very static species. Our caste, status, sign, and destiny is predetermined from the moment we hatch, whereas the Reader is very.... indistinct. Generic. Nondescript. Able to be slotted into any role at any time for any reason. A true everytroll.

Is social mobility a major part of human culture or are they just odd?