#homestuck fanfiction

[insufferablemod]

You watch him hem and haw over answering, feet shifting, same beat up black shoes, scuffing the gravel, cape swishing behind him in a one-two step. The halo of his hair, bleached eery white in the street lamp, how the light never seems to catch the rim of his shades. You missed this, you think. The bits of him that are so unsettlingly inhuman, how he's so close to you, but just far enough that you couldn't reach to touch. - Metempsychosis

[jellysmudge]

DERSE ROYALTY AU LINEUP!!!! All the Strilondes are siblings in this AU, and are princes and princesses. Derse and Prospit are warring countries, one of which uses magic to fight (Prospit) and the other relies on vaguely industrial machinery (Derse). Magic is outlawed in Derse. I’ll give more info if wanted!

I tried to strike a balance between extravagance and practicality depending on personalities. Dirk and Rose’s clothing are the most embellished, but while Roxy and Dave’s outifts may seem plain, the dye used to get such vivid colors would probably be horrifically expensive.

Dirk: He is the oldest, and therefore the first in line for the throne. I tried to show how he is trying to keep up put-together appearances, but is still mainly focused on combat-readiness. Notice the visible steel toes on his boots! He would also probably carry his sword around at his hip.

Roxy: Her outfit is one of the most practical for plot reasons (not to be divulged yet). She prioretizes outdoor-preparedness, with a hood for harsher weather. When in the palace, she would probably enjoy wearing much fancier, flouncy attire, like fluttery dresses.

Rose: The most prim and proper, even more than Dirk, and the least practical. She would absolutely love showing off her fashion, and doesn’t need much movement as her work and/or hobbies would likely be academic in nature. I added pearls to her bodice because they make me think of sea creatures!

Dave: He barely wears any embellishment on his clothes, and is usually out on the training grounds with the knights. Hence the sturdy, well-made leathers. He is following Dirk’s combat-driven ways, just with less pressure from outside forces.

[jadedharleys]

guys i dont think this is what uquiz is meant for

[scribbledkingdomstuck]

hello there!! do you have anything about dualscar or eridan? sorry just a big fan, anyway love the au!!

ERIDAN: not includin the prince and princesses themselvves of course

ERIDAN: the crowwn prince demoted my father as regent twwo years ago and wwevve been dealin wwith the injustice of it all evver since

ERIDAN: wwell get it back of course

ERIDAN: and my brother is no help obvviously

ERIDAN: (wwhat a useless bitch)

[catgirlweed]

roxy sus moment

[daedalusdavinci]

7 w/ solkat?

7. Unflinchingly settling your head into your lover’s lap while they watch television/are reading a book/doing their favorite hobby. Then asking your lover to explain what’s going on/what they’re doing. i wrote this stream of consciousness and i dont feel like editing it so you get what you get

The nice thing about Karkat is that he's always good for background noise. Whenever you need something else to drown out the voices, he's always there, ranting and raving about some inane bullshit you couldn't care less about, but enjoy hearing regardless. It's an odd day when you can't hear him puttering around the house and mumbling under his breath, cursing out a chair you didn't push in that he tripped over or the food that isn't cooking fast enough. The cat Dave convinced you (convinced Karkat, just by virtue of forcing Karkat to hold it for more than five minutes until all the ice around Karkat's heart melted) to take in is just as loud as he is, and at all hours of the day, you can hear them talking to each other, Karkat's grumble interspersed with the cat's loud meows.

He's quiet today, though. Rose left him with a new book the other day, and apparently today is the day he has the attention span to devour it. You're treated to an uncharacteristic silence as you work, and for a while, it's sort of nice. Until it isn't.

You give up on coding when it feels like there are bugs crawling under your skin, irritation at a boiling point. The code isn't making sense, you can't concentrate, and the screams of the imminently doomed are no longer background, piercing howls destroying any coherent thought you might have left. Your wrists are sore, your neck hurts, your head is throbbing, you're stiff and your eyes are dry and you can't remember the last time you ate. You're done.

Sparks jump from your fingertips as you shove your chair back and ditch your computer. There's a buzzing in your ears that's probably you, but you're too irritable to care as you stalk down the hall to the kitchen. Nothing sounds good, but you know you need to eat if you want to push through this, so you tug open cupboards and force yourself to consider the food anyway.

The cat (Dave wanted to name it Carcinisation; you wanted to name it Hexadecimal. In the end, you compromised on Hexbug, because Karkat said there was no way Dave was naming it after him, Rose liked the nickname Hex, and Dave liked the callback to a human toy you've never heard of) starts meowing at you immediately, trailing a few paces behind you like a starving stray, when you're 100% sure Karkat has been feeding him all his little heart desires. He's as obnoxious and needy as the human who brought him here, and you ignore him, because he's being dramatic and you're so charged up you think you'd shock him if you even tried to pet him. (You do drop him a few treats, because you feel bad.)

In the end, you heat up leftovers. The smell of warm orange chicken makes your stomach perk up a little, and as you eat a few pieces on the way to the couch, you feel a little less like blowing your apartment off the map.

Karkat, predictably, has tucked himself into his favorite corner of the couch with a blanket and the new book. Hex runs past you to jump up on the arm of the couch and complain about your abuse, and without looking up, Karkat lifts a hand to scratch Hex's little, whining head. Because you are the superior lifeform, you flop down on Karkat's other side and bravely resist the urge to complain about Hex framing you.

Karkat looks up for you, though. He blinks the way he does when he's been reading too long, like his eyes are refocusing like a camera lens, and he can't quite see what's in front of him right away. "You look like shit," is the first thing he says.

"Wow, thanks." Despite yourself, you feel your grouchiness crack a little. It probably helps that you're eating now, but there's just something about Karkat, too.

His fingers brush through your hair, like swiping away the static. "You're sparking."

"You don't say."

"Sometimes you don't notice." He's right. He stretches his legs out, unfurling, and his knee pushes into yours. "How's your head?"

"Hurting."

He hums. You don't give him much to work with, and he watches you for a while, thinking. His fingers fiddle absently with the hair at the nape of your neck, arm propped against the back of the couch. His presence makes you feel a little bit more grounded, and so you eat and try to focus on that. Eventually, his eyes drift back to his book.

By the time you finish eating, it stops feeling like enough. You feel less shaky and irritable, but your head is pounding with the force of screams, and you need something else. You push your empty bowl back on the coffee table and twist, dropping sideways across the couch with your head in Karkat's lap. He has to lift his book to accommodate you, but he doesn't protest for a second, seemingly expecting it. His nails drag soothingly along your scalp, and your eyes shut instantly, a wave of relief rolling over you. This is what you needed. Definitely.

Hexbug weaves between you like an asshole, determined to fit himself in the middle of the action. He plops down in the middle of your chest like a big, furry sack of shit, squirming into you to get comfortable until you start petting him. He goes loose instantly, purring quietly at first, and then loudly, the vibration of it rattling your very bones. It feels like it shakes the pain out of you, some inexplicable healing power stored in the rumble of your adorabeast. "He's louder than you," you tell Karkat.

"Tell me something new," Karkat mutters, absentminded.

"What are you reading?"

"Are you asking because you care, or because you want to rag on my taste?"

"Legally, I'm obligated to say the latter, but you know it's both."

Karkat sighs. And then, he talks. And he keeps talking. And the voices fade a little further into the back of your mind, and you relax.

[dyrehound]

HAPPY VALENTINES DA- is that a dirkjohn chapter update? ???? !!

hey so u know how i said iw as gonna go back and edit everything b4 i posted a new chapter?

uh

surprise! i wanted ot make a vday post <3

its rushed and awful but hey. its dirkjohn. it'll get fixed w the rest of it :salute:

[testifiedtimaeus]

dirkjohns have a fic based on the rp my friend and I did (mind the tags please) <3

[catabolic-seeds]

Quick Johndavepeta thanksgiving fic up!

[yanyan-stuck]

Can I have something with Karkat x Reader pregnant? Please?

Yandere Karkat With a Pregnant Darling

-He starts being even more protective as soon as he gets the announcement.

-He is also significantly more clingy, even moreso than usual.

-Expect to be coddled and held all day and all night.

-If you need or want anything, he'll give it to you before you can even ask for it.

-He becomes wary of everything though; you're barely allowed to leave your bed.

-He's afraid of everything that could happen to you: what if you fall, what if someone breaks in, what if you eat food that's gone bad. Anything from the mundane to the fantastical is a threat in his mind.

-Besides, he can do almost anything that would require you to stand up; there's no reason for you to do something so risky.

-If you try to go against him, he will get upset.

-Luckily for you though, out of fear for the baby, he'll keep his voice down and won't argue much.

-Regardless, his way is final, and if you keep struggling against him, he'll see the need to restrain you again, no matter how much progress you two have made in the way of trust.

[carddec]

HEY, MY FRIEND MADE FANART OF MY SHITTY HOMESTUCK FANFICTION. EVERYONE LOOK AT IT!

also if you want to read it i guess here is the link

[satanic-saint]

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: Homestuck Relationship: John Egbert/Dave Strider Characters: John Egbert, Dave Strider, Rose Lalonde, Dirk Strider, Roxy Lalonde, Rose's Mom | Beta Roxy Lalonde, Dad Egbert Additional Tags: First Kiss, Developing Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Slow Build, Dave is a 15 year old internet troll, Internalized Homophobia, Biphobia, Birthday Party, Fluff and Humor, Gay Panic, Accidental Stimulation, Playful Wrestling, TW for F-slur?, Underage Smoking, Underage Drinking Summary: John, luckiest boy in the world it seems, gets to go join two close friends for their birthday celebrations. Delighted for a first time meeting with them, John completely misses that Dave is handling his own romantic turmoil. The two find themselves in an odd dynamic those few days, working to sort out possibly unrecognized and unresolved emotions.

[jellysmudge]

Some more AU doodles because a surprising amount of you were really interested in it. I really like the Rose drawings (though she looks a little bit older in the one on the left than she’s supposed to be).

[jadedharleys]

hope yall like toxic doomed yuri

[scribbledkingdomstuck]

rose, what did roxy mean by magic? do tell..

ROSE: Magic is a high offense in Derse, possibly one of the most illegal acts of all. One might say that being magic at all is an act of treason.

ROSE: But I am a Seer, capable of Seeing things I should not know in brief visions, which is legal and tolerated in Derse. The illogical hypocrisy of this law is not lost on me.

ROSE: My siblings are not so lucky when it comes to their particular talents. I am free to use my magic, so long as I do not get too adventurous, and begin experimenting.

[luminousbravery]

HAL W AN S/O TRYING TO FLUSTER HIM PLS.... or really hal anything im starved

hal fans u guys seem so starved. there's like, probably three of you total, but i'm still here and ready to deliver. love u guys. i wrote this with the assumption that Hal has a body in this, haha.

HAL WITH A S/O WHO TRIES TO FLUSTER HIM

"Babe, I can 100% assure you, there is no way that you're ever going to fluster me."

A challenge. That's what Hal had delivered to you whilst lounging on the couch with you. He sounded so, so sure of himself.

That simply won't do. There has to be SOME way that you can fluster Hal. You just aren't entirely sure of how to go through with your plan to fluster him, not just yet.

And so you spend the rest of the day on this mission. Trying to find some way that you can fluster Hal.

He catches on rather quickly, when you sneak up on him from behind and embrace him. You plant kisses all over his cold metallic face, smothering him with affection. But all you can manage to get from him in response is.. a grin.

"That was a great attempt. You should totally keep that up. But I swear, you can't fluster me."

And now you were left in a constant mission to figure out how, if at all, you can fluster your robot boyfriend.