bridalgirl

[bridalgirl]

ohhh you wanna send me requests sooo bad

[bridalgirl]

equius x reader headcanons? hes my favorite guy and i love him a lot

[how i feel making requests]

"not out of desire or shame but some subconscious impulse to feel pain"

behind all the muscle and his barely-kept-together mental state, is someones whos very, sickly sweet.

he doesnt show it in the most direct ways. maybe not the most socially acceptable ways, either. but hes in love with you. dear jegus believe him, he truly is.

when he met you he was initially taken aback. his etiquette and morals failing him because you were so different. and so intoxicating. and so nice.

he needed a towel.

but, seriously, it took awhile before he actually took his feelings seriously. first he floated around you, more often sitting at his computer, drumming his fingers and waiting for a message to come in.

hed ask all his friends (from every caste) about you, waxing poetically about how you spoke, how you behaved, how you looked.

ofcourse, in the early days those admiring comments were mixed with some hints of distaste. old habits die hard, and no matter what caste you are- lord forbid if youre human- he'll have some choice words to say about the colour of your blood. but, really, its all nothing to him. every negative thought gets mixed with the positive ones, and the longer he talks, the negative ones just.. fade away.

either nepeta or karkat would tell him that he seemed oddly interested in you. he tried his hardest to ignore that.

but with every message you exchanged with eachother, something seemed to blossom inside of him. you kept catching him off guard and left him fumbling with his feelings. though he;d be too stubborn to tell you about what he felt, ofcourse.

but when you start dating? boy. boy. goodluck getting this man away from you.

hes by your side. always.

personally i think his biggest love languages are quality time and acts of service. he loves being useful to you. whether it'd be picking up groceries or fending off creeps. this man can do it all.

speaking of a) groceries. hes a strong boy, as we all know. i think hed like to show off a bit, bashfully deny you from carrying things yourself and instead doing it for you. he also likes it when other people see him carrying things for you- it fills him with an odd amount of pride. he can do things for you. help you.

and b) creeps. equius will be your personal guard dog, whether he means to or not. hes a very protective person, and you only have to snap your fingers or he'll snap and lunge and bite at whoever is bothering you. whether thats literally or figuratively is up for debate.

[bridalgirl]

pinned post stuff. rules & characters & abt me for my shitty homestuck x reader blog.

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hi im dirk, admin of the blog. he/him pronouns and nothing else please. im a fan of homestuck and many a other little interests that you can ask about if youd like. im a bit of a freak and been in the creative writing scene for about 7 years now. chronic tumblr mobile user.

my little rules paragraph: i mainly write sfw. nsfw is allowed, however be mindful of what you request. i dont fuck with proshipping nor illegal age gaps, domestic abuse, noncon, etc. cnc is okay, but i will put a lengthy warning before any of my posts containing it. max 4 characters per request. no canon x canon. please dont send me requests that involve titles for the reader: ( ex. rogue of heart!reader x karkat, maid of time!reader x cronus ). i have all the right to deny any requests. be civil and kind. ill either do headcanon or literate format depending on my mood, or a mix of both. youre allowed to request whether you specifically want headcanons or a blurb/small fanfic style text.

i write for: beta and alpha trolls and kids, bro strider & lil hal. you can ask for yandere requests, but theyre less likely to be written.

[bridalgirl]

hey gang. are there still people in the fandom who want homestuck x reader shit... ive been thinking of doing that for a while now and... well... here i am