Vantasshipping

tfw ur two faves are in love

[nibblyjimbles]

The only good way to shut him up.

[69-candyredshippers-69]

they are just chilling… ♡

[isoisanerd]

[69-candyredshippers-69]

Are you still active? Do u have any Vantascest fic recs?

we are still active! haven’t made any art recently though, we’re both working a lot and a little burnt out. doesn’t mean we’re abandoning the account however so don’t worry 💖

as for vantascest fic recs, only i (mod red) read fics since mod candy has severe dyslexia. i really enjoy the dreams ‘verse series even though it’s technically incomplete :D it’s lovely.

i also have the next fic link on my to-read list. it’s 20 chapters and also incomplete but it’s got plot and isn’t just straight PWP (afaik) so that’s nice lol.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[calware]

funny phrases to use when something goes wrong instead of jokingly saying "i'm going to kms":

i'm going to kill god

i'm going to delete my blog

i'm going to explode

i'm going to blow up this entire website

i'm going to become the joker

this is going to be my villain origin story

feel free to add on

[calware]

THIS ONE WINS

[sweet-soul-brotha]

[calware]

[calware]

oh you know

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[polishbarnowl]

What is homestuck? Is it like goncharov?

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[yiikstuck-deactivated20230222]

for shipcest homestuck fans out there :3 Made with blinkies.cafe!!!

[telltaletypist]

ready to go

[basrice]

happy new years everyone 💜

[reaumantic]

i don’t lose hyperfixations they just go dormant until I hear something about it like a sleeper agent

[electricpurrs]

you know, the hot pink and all

[69-candyredshippers-69]

they are just chilling… ♡

[dyomldes-deactivated20230102]

[69-candyredshippers-69]

happy holidays from mods candy and red!! :>

[hyodyton-deactivated20250301]

summerteen romance is cool

[69-candyredshippers-69]

They are the sweetest

[spiritofstars]

I’ve always wanted to draw the Vantas boys sleeping with a silhouette of their sign in the background. I guess that’s a pretty specific thing to want to draw, but it’s just the sort of thing that never comes out right. Well I guess it turned out alright this time.

[black-quadrant]

huzzw0w your writings are the best like what dude you're one of the only people I go to to read such great fanfics. Best thing is that a lot of them are kankri and it's like hnnngh all dat eye candy! But anyway, can I request a kankri thing? Prompt is that kankri's been having a long day after going through a ton of shit with his friends and karkat's like hey wazzup asshole, and kankri's like wot huh and then karkat comforts him or something? It can be either smut or fluff~ thanksabunch!

The inescapable feeling of irrelevance attached to the afterlife is hard enough without your friends’ unyielding insensitivity to practically everything that comes out of your mouth.  Nothing is more disappointing than watching their eyes shift out of focus or their attention wander while you are speaking to them.

Latula at least tries to pay attention, but it seems as if she is lulled by your voice; she catches herself drifting after five minutes of (admittedly one-sided) conversation and apologizes profusely before Mituna comes barreling in to steal the show as usual.  Cronus feigns interest but you know he’s not absorbing any of the very pertinent information you are imparting; he’d much rather you swallow his latest dramatic pity pitch.  His human heart is in the right place, but he can be an obnoxious narcissist sometimes.

And while the disappointment is manageable you lose all faith in the day when you appeal to Damara and Meenah who, instead of humoring you, shoot paper balls into your mouth mid-sentence and scream ‘basket!!’.

You’ve had enough of their degradation.  The mockery is exhausting and it’s glaringly obvious that no one sincerely cares about hearing you out.  It’s as if they don’t respect you at all.

Do they even care?

Right about now you’d turn to Porrim, but you’re feeling a bit too fragile to risk her condescension.

So you sit alone (you’re no stranger to solitude) on a stump at the edge of the woods fringing your collective bubble.  Wringing your hands, your pans races, and before you can reel it back in it’s fled far from the reaches of your floundering control.

Something inside of you snaps, releasing a flood of tears that sting your eyes and spill down your cheeks like liquid fire.  It’s okay to cry, you vehemently console yourself.  Crying is healthy.  You’re under a lot of stress.  It’s natural it’s natural it’s—“The fuck are you doing out here, Kankri?”

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