#feferidan

[lunarnova97]

Feferidan is a superior ship name to erifef change my mind

[jojr0]

Ok so did you know...Eridan is NEVER shown smiling in canon? 

[kadzhi]

;_;

[redweddingcrashers]

Though I consider everything from Chapter 26 onward to be the real finale, Insurgency is now finished, as I just posted Chapters 29, 30, and the epilogue.

To those of you left in the fandom, thank you so much for your continued interest in my fic. Though Homestuck is no longer in its heyday, knowing someone out there was waiting for me to finish really pushed me through to the end. I hope you enjoy this last bit of Insurgency, and if you have any remaining questions or comments once it’s all over, I’d love to hear them! Thanks for sticking with me over the last four years and nearly 270,000 words!

[sonicsymphony]

With this, Terrestrial Trolling draws to a close. I didn’t mean to finish this before Insurgency, but it’s shorter than an Insurgency chapter by a lot, so it sort of makes sense. I don’t know if the few people still out there in this fandom were ever into this series, but if you are, I hope this offers some closure.

(Also, despite this being an Erifef series, the last part is Rosemary-centric.)

Terrestrial Trolling series page

[goatlingscompliments]

Nihilist, LibraWings,  mysticalsystems, Feferidan and kitsyo are some of the most cutest and sweetest people i know. 

(✿◠‿◠)

(ﾉ✿◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ 

[bubblekind]

Missed you too

[nepetaofpurples-blog]

Just a little Feferidan I found.

[lunarnova97]

More throwback feferidan uwu

[aquatic-batt]

literally what I said to myself before drawing this is “I’m gonna draw Feferi because she’s pretty” 

also how do fish blush

[bilboswwaggins]

Redraw of this. (from 4 years ago)

Lmao bye Homestuck. thank you for these two dead losers that I will always have a soft spot for. It’s been wild growing up with HS and sort of having this webcomic to mark my growth from a middle schooler to college student... :’-)

[peterlewis]

can pete wentz dab at my 18th birthday. Thanks

well i mean if he dabs in 2019 he WILL be arrested but y’know 

[letsrunfromwords]

[redweddingcrashers]

We creep ever closer to the conclusion. After this, there are only two chapters and the epilogue left. With this chapter, Insurgency pushed over 250,000 words, which is a pretty big milestone for me. I hope you guys are still enjoying the story and are excited enough to stick around for the end!

[sonicsymphony]

in celebration of our first canon smile of the seadweller son, perhaps an aquariusverse fic where feferi and eridan have a really awesome day together post-reconcilation arc and eridan finally grins genuinely for the first time in what seems like forever?

(also on AO3!)

It takes you almost three months post-reconciliation torealize that Eridan doesn’t really smile anymore.

He was never big on it before, when it was just hispersonality, but now his normally dour disposition has been mixed with what you’refairly certain is clinical depression (and who the hell knows what else), so hemostly keeps his emotions to himself, any faint upturn of his lips blatantlyforced because he knows you’re watching.

The day your epiphany comes, you think back, combing overmemories and moments to try to figure out the last time you saw him genuinelyhappy. You remember a time during a Dungeons and Dragons campaign two monthsago, when he did something cool—you don’tremember what—and he got this smug, victorious smirk on his face that didn’tfade for a while, and he was back to his haughty self. You don’t like Eridanbeing self-satisfied, but you hate him empty even more, so you guess it’s something.

Happy, you try toremember as he sits next to you in history, tapping his pen on his chin andstaring at the board. When was he happy?

Your knee-jerk answer is never.You were a happy kid, and now you’re a pretty happy teenager, but from what youunderstand from old stories, Eridan was a bitch of a toddler. You know fromexperience that his personality as a kid was petulant, but he was also curiousand smart and quick; those parts of him sang to you and drew you to him,because even though your personalities were opposites, your similar interestsand your willingness to compromise keptyou together for the most part. Though he had his moments of glee, you neverwould’ve described him as a naturally happy person, and that was okay for themost part; not everyone has to exude positivity like you do, Eridan was justmellow.

But this is different. After much deliberation, you come tothe conclusion that the last time he genuinelysmiled and laughed was while you two were watching a Parks and Recreationblooper reel, before your fight. It’s a very superficial reason, sincehappiness isn’t really the factor behind his reaction, but it’s all you canthink of.

At this point, Eridan finally notices you starting at himinstead of your teacher, and he raises his eyebrows, the tip of his pen caughtbetween his teeth. With a slight nod, he motions towards the front of the room.

“Miss Peixes?” your teacher says, sounding impatient. “Answermy question.”

Crap, you weren’t paying attention. Glancing at Eridan’snotes before turning back to her, you tentatively say, “Um… Matthew Perry?”

There’s a snort from somewhere behind you, and your teacher justrolls her eyes and says, “You’ll have plenty of time to talk to Mr. Amporaafter class, so please pay attention.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you say, chastised. You can feel Eridansmirking at you—it’s an upturn of one side of his lips, but not a smile. Youdon’t look at him.

Even though you’re no longer watching him, your mind is madeup. The weekend is coming up, and you’re going to make him have fun.

~

Meenah complains the whole way to the zoo. You and Eridanare only fifteen so you can’t drive yet, so you decided to take advantage of thefew months your sister will still be in town by making her take you to the zooalmost an hour away. She’s just going to drop you off before going to the mall,which suits you just fine—you still haven’t spent that much time alone withEridan since the fight, and he’s more likely to be open with his feelings whenhe’s with you than when he is with a few people.

You spend the hot day completing the zoo circuit, seeing allof the exhibits and getting the change to pet stingrays and feed giraffes. Mostof the day you lead him around, having him follow you this way and that as youtry to see everything you can and show him every detail. This is, to be quitehonest, exhausting, and by four o’clock you let Eridan push you around insteadas you give him directions where to go next, reading from the map you got withyour tickets.

Despite the haze of contentment that seems to be exudingfrom him, you haven’t seen him smile at all. You’d heard excitement leak intohis voice at certain times—“look, Fef, these are the birds that made the t-rexsounds in Jurassic Park, aren’t they massive?” and “this tuxedo penguin likesme, I think he’s attracted to someone who’s just as well-dressed as he is”—but neversaw a real smile. Near the end of theday, you come to a table to drink slushies as you wait for Meenah to pick youup, frustration beginning to leak from your pores.

Eridan picks up on your mood. Quirking an eyebrow, he asks, “Somethingwrong?”

Holding in a sigh, you question, “Did you have fun?”

He blinks hard, taking a sip of his slushy before answering,“Of course I did, today was great.”

You feel like he’s going to say something else, but hebreaks off with a sudden, almost hard laugh, showing all his teeth with a briefgrin before pursing his lips forcefully, obviously holding back a smile. You’reeven more surprised be he was by the laugh, and before confused satisfactioncan envelop you in earnest, you look over your shoulder to see what caughtEridan’s eye.

A large man was carrying two slushies and must’ve trippedwhile you had your back turned, spilling one drink on the pavement and anotherall over his shirt. He’s sitting on the ground, extending a hand to a womanthat’s reaching to help him up, and you turn back to Eridan sharply as anothersnort bursts from him.

“Oh, Fef, you missed it,” he laments, mirth crinkling aroundhis eyes, “it was like a fuckin’ infomercial—”

“Why are you so mean?”you snap rapidly, surprising both of you with your tone. It only takes a secondfor you to realize why you’re so irate: you’ve tried so hard, all day, to get him to smile and laugh, and the only timehe did it was watching someone else’s misfortune. Bitterness wells within you,because he’s so mean-spirited and you should’ve known anything you tried wouldn’t work because you don’t like humorat the expense of other people but that’s all Eridan gets off on. This wasstupid. This whole day was a waste.

Eridan’s expression is wounded for a brief moment, but hesoon gets defensive. “If you’d seen it, you would’ve laughed too. He’s nothurt, everything’s fine!”

(No, everything’s notfine, he’s wearing long-sleeves when it’s eighty fucking degrees in the shade—)

“I’ve been trying to make you happy all day,” you say. “Allday! But no, that was for nothing if this is all it took.”

His face closes off, going back to emptiness not becausethat’s what he’s feeling but because that’s what he wants you to see, condescendingly enunciating, “I was happy. I enjoyed myself, and I am so sorry that you were forced to spendthe day with me.”

“Then why didn’t you smile?” you demand, propping yourelbows on the table and leaning forward, slushy forgotten. “That’s what I wasdoing all day, just trying to get you to smile—”

He snorts. “That’s it? You care about something sosuperficial, so artificial, insteadof my actual emotions? You want a fuckin’ smile? Here it is. Bask in it.” He grinsfor you. It’s one of his forced ones where he looks almost constipated, and itmakes you want to cry.

As you come up with an answer, he takes a long sip of hiscotton candy-flavored slushy. It turns his tongue blue, and when you werelittle, he would’ve stuck his tongue out at you and you would’ve showed himyour purple one, and you would’ve laughed together. You miss that.

“You promise youhad fun?” you say, voice shaking.

Realizing how close you are to frustrated tears, he reachesa hand across the table. You take it a little reluctantly. “I did,” he sayssoftly. “Lots of it. Did you?”

Nodding, you guess you’ll have to take his word for it.Reaching for your drink, you sip it, not yet willing to let go of his hand.

~

Later, when you’re back at your house playing a video gameand you both fuck up in a spectacular fashion, you nearly laugh yourself totears. As you try to salvage the situation, you glance up at him as he’staunting you to see a big, unabashed grin on his face.

You jostle his shoulder with your forehead as you try tocatch up to him, feeling warm to the pit of your stomach. Sometimes, you guessthis is all it takes.

[problematicshipsproject]

Highbloods!!! on Ice by ErinPtah

Problematic ships project: Feferi x Eridan. Troll ice dancing is very "in" this year.

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