writing for homestuck/hiveswap!!!! not even gonna try to hide it, let me write my trash reader inserts lol. i do not write nsfw, jsyk lmao! my icon is my trollsona, background is extended zodiac. REQUESTS CLOSED!
hi yāall! im here for my biannualĀ āoh yeah i have a writing blog, guess i should check on that, huhā announcement! requests arenāt open quite yet, as i am in the process of.... reworking things. iāve decided that this wonāt just be a homestuck f/o blog anymore! im a whore so im in a lot of other fandoms, too!
I had a lot of fun with this! I wanted to try out a new style, and I think I did okay with it, haha.
This image was, of course, referenced off of this shot from A:TLA
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I did not trace this image, merely had it beside me as I drew. I personally donāt think itās too close to the original to post, but lemme know if y'all think it is - I think enough of my own style was imparted for it to be considered original. <3
idk why but apparently adults that selfship with minors think its okay? in case you forgot it is NOT. if you romantically selfship with minors, you are gross, if you sexualize the relationship between the two of you, you are gross. if you support that, unfollow me and block me! i dont want to know you exist!
The Campfire Song Except Without the Song Part; A Tender Pseudoreligious Story
Artemis, my lovely dnd pc, regales her party with the Tabaxi creation myth, which also happens to be Homestuck fanfiction.Ā
In other words, a short story written about an evening around the campfire involving my group's DnD party. All characters mentioned are original excluding the four beta kids, obviously! So, no. This isn't the beta kids playing DnD, sorry to get your hopes up. Many thanks to my lovely, lovely beta reader, Nym_P_Pseudo on Ao3! And so, I humbly present.... a Work.Ā
This can also be found here on Ao3 - if you wanna check out my other, non-homestuck stories!
Smoke danced before them, ember and ash swirling in the summer air. Rancorous laughter merged with the crash of distant waves, the crackle of fire and the shifting of feet providing the backdrop. The evening was alight with fireflies, and the sweet smell of the afternoonās hunt whirled through the sky in long, lazy arcs.
Khr, the partyās resident Gnoll, was doubled over in laughter. His sickle was embedded in the earth beside him, forgotten in the eveningās relative peace. His laugh was unmistakable - a high-pitched keening giggle that rebounded off the trees. His dark claws were sunk into his knee-fur, and his mouth was agape as he struggled to breathe. Bella, a diminutive figure chuckled beside him. Her elfin features beamed with pride behind the curtain of dark hair, a clear indication that she was the source of his laughter.
āAnd what would you two be up to?ā inquired Vega, her tone joking and light. Her robes glimmered with magic, fine craftsmanship showing even in the dim lighting. A quarterstaff rested beside her, also pulsing with power. Her face was unwrinkled and child-like - but when she smiled, her eyes showed depth beyond their years.
āNothing!ā barked Khr and Bella, near in perfect synchronization. They looked at each other and burst into yet more giggles, even louder than before. Artemis snorted as she tended the fire, feeding another log into its base. She turned to the pair to find them both practically rolling in the dirt, Khrās tail thumping the ground.
āSisters help me,ā muttered Artemis, lips curled in a grin made menacing by her fangs. Her catlike eyes blinked slowly as she surveyed the group. They were a rag-tag bunch, for sure, but they were certainly capable enough when it came to the adventuring business. She was proud of each of them in turn and loved them as she would her own blood.
āArtemis, I thought you only had brothers?ā It was Foofy, the puppetās, high, comical voice that broke her reverie.
Artemisās creme-colored face looked up from the fire in confusion. Did puppā¦ not know who the sisters were? āYāknow,ā she began, speaking slowly and deliberately as if to a child. āThe Jade and Violet Sisters?āĀ
āThe fucking what?ā Merlin, a brooding young prince, had joined in on the conversation - ever the eavesdropper.
āI - the Sisters! Life and death, the giver and ender? Yāknow, the important ones?ā
āLet me restate since you didnāt understand the first time - The fucking what?ā
The party had gone eerily silent, Khr and Bella stopping their childish antics to watch the imminent conflict. Judging by their perplexed expressions, it seemed that no one else knew what she was talking about, either. Her mother would be having a conniption in the face of so many pagans.
Artemis was still not entirely sure if her companions were playing a joke on her, but she prepared to educate the gaggle of heathens regardless. She quietly called upon a lifetime of her motherās adages and stories, harkening back to her days as a helpless whelp being told tales of the strings that shaped the very world. A silent prayer formed on her lips to the Violet Sister, to spare the heretics before her.
She let out the breath she was holding and opened her eyes.
āWould you like me to tell you?ā
āMaybe,ā came Khrās grating voice, still breathless from his earlier hysterics. āIs this one of your fatherās weird Dragonborn things?āĀ
āNo!ā huffed Artemis. āItās Catfolk history. I learned both as a cub.ā
āWhat are you, anyway?ā Foofyās pitchy tone again. Artemis chuckled softly.
āWeāve been over this, Foof. My motherās Tabaxi, and my dadās Dragonborn.ā Foofy sat in thought for a moment before nodding sagely, as if in understanding. Artemis shook her head in fondness.Ā
āSo,ā she continued. āDo you lot want to hear the story?ā
Seven bright pairs of eyes captured in varying degrees of interest stared back. Foofy was the first to answer with an enthusiastic nod and a cry of āyes!ā.Ā
Gracefully pulling herself off of the pine-soaked earth, Artemis rose to her full height. It was for dramatism, of course - she would have towered over her companions even while sitting.Ā
āThis world,ā she began, āwas once a wide and white nothingness. Bright, inescapable, and unfathomable.ā Artemisā voice mimicked her motherās famous story-telling cadence, though she withheld a majority of the dramatic flair. It was a low, sweet tone, like honey trickling from a spoon.Ā
āThe desire to create - that which we all feel - and to leave oneās mark on the world. The hunger to know and to understand the world in which we live. The void, empty as it was, still felt this need, this innate desire. It is from this grandest, ceaseless emotion that Heat and Clockwork willed himself into existence.ā Fire blazed behind her eyes, and the scarlet of her scales seemed to glow brighter in the dying emberās light.Ā
āIt was a fiery blaze of desire, passion, and want. The universe willed itself to create, and Brother Crimson was to be its first creation.
āBorn of invention itself, his destiny would be as such. He was the antithesis of the blank void around him, dark and fire-fueled, his burning red eyes like hot coals. His lifeās work would be to build from the space before him, a task whose monotony was comforting.
āLord Time created this, the first world, in a symphony of molten rock and flame. It was here, at the center of this feverish landscape that the Forge was created - the workshop of the gods.āĀ
āYes, yes, thatās all well and good,ā drawled Steve, the partyās quip-hurling bard, āBut I was under the assumption we were learning about a few familial goddesses, not some red cherry-scented loser!ā If his words werenāt enough to set Artemis off, his languid, careless posture certainly was. He was sprawled across a wide log next to Vega, lying with his stomach to the skies. His back was a half-circle against the ground, curled in what must have been the most uncomfortable position possible.
Artemis ignored the barb, instead choosing to reprimand her friend using a most motherly tone. āSit your sorry excuse for an ass up before you ruin your back, Stephen. Youāll be sore in the morning if you fall asleep like that!āĀ
Maybe not a motherly tone, but it got the point across.
āThe Forge,ā she continued, eyeing Steve with an unveiled challenge, āwould become Heat and Clockworkās playground, an endless molten landscape with which to smelt his creations, and to flaunt his prowess as a skilled smith of rhyme.ā Her expression shifted back to the flickering eyes and bright smile of a well-meaning zealot.Ā
āHold on, hold on!ā Maxwellās lilting voice interrupted. āYou lost me at Brother Crimson. Who is he? I thought it was Heat and Clockwork?ā
Artemisā whiskers twitched in poorly concealed amusement. āThey are the same, Max. Lord Time, Knight of the Forge, Ascendantās Anger, et cetera. Itās all the same, dear.ā Though her expression seemed annoyed, her tone was light and full of affection. āAny other questions?ā The cleric murmured a soft ānoā in response.
āThe Knightās hands carefully crafted the First Being, his finest creation. All was perfection, from the soft feline face to the fur that rippled down her back. Satisfied with his work, Brother Crimson stood back and proudly surveyed it. The fires around him grew dim, no longer needed to smelt and shape.
āWith a smile as bright as the heavens-jewel, the Knight of the Forge breathed into his creation, giving life from himself to the beast before him. Though he blew and blew, the statue did not - could not - move. Its empty eyes seemed to mock his disheartened visage.
āTears of sputtering, flaming rock rolled down his stony cheeks. He tried again and again, forming new husks as quickly as he destroyed them. The Pyre found that no creation of his would breathe. Thus, his passion rendered into bitterness, and the fires of his purpose grew cold. He was alone in this vast world, without a means to escape.ā
The group was still and silent. Artemisā voice swept over them like an enrapturing spell.Ā
āHis despair was so great, and so vast, that from it formed the first Sister. The Jade Sister, Frost and Frogs, stood before him in all her radiant glory. Her hair was long, dark, and tangled, an ever-moving sea of creatures and landscapes. It was full of beastly things and lilypads alike, a cacophony of creation. She had three eyes that glowed green as grass, bloody and beautiful in all that they saw. Her teeth were sharp as needles, stained with the raven-wine of those who would come after. She was splendid. She was beautiful.āĀ
āShe was life itself.āĀ
āOkay, gayass.ā Khr, ever the instigator, called to her across the circle. Artemis rolled her eyes and suppressed a chuckle.
āThe Jade Sister,ā she continued, āreached out to her Brother. Shaking, unsure, he took her hands in his - and the world went green. A verdant, endless green. Viridian and emerald as far as one could dream.
āAnd lying, hidden, at the center of this green expanse lay a secret. That which Brother Crimson had so desired to produce - life.ā The forest around them seemed to sing a hymn of agreement as she spoke. The branches of the looming pines shifted and creaked, whispering the name of their creator.Ā
āHeat and Clockwork dried his tears and filled his lungs with feral joy - he knew in his heart that his creations would no longer be lifeless. Though the world was devoid except for them, the Crimson Brother would scream and cry for all the void to hear that he was no longer alone. Touched by his display, the Fern Mother held his hands in her own, gripping so tightly that her claws coaxed the wound-sea from his veins.
āLocked in an embrace, the Siblings danced upon the newly lush ground. With each step they took, a forest was brought to seed. With each note they sang, a field was grown to fruition. Before his Sisterās birth, the Blind Son thought he had known happiness - but as he leapt and twirled with the Witch he came to understand that it was nothing in the face of her smile.ā
Khr hurled another jest, louder this time, but much the same.
āI have a girlfriend at home, Khr,ā Artemis admonished. āIāve no reason to go chasing after goddesses.ā Bella let loose a mocking āOooh!ā in response, and he elbowed her with an embarrassed chuckle.Ā
āAnd so,ā she continued, āThe two waltzed their way to the heart of the earth, where the Forge lay empty.
āFrost and Frogs, all gleaming teeth, placed her hands onto the First Being. At her touch, it awoke - its ears and tail began to twitch, filled with the life that surrounded the Jade Sister. It bounced and leaped and jumped. The Siblings danced with their creation, their happiness burning brighter than the Forge could ever hope to be.
āIt was from this immense jubilation that the Cobalt Brother was born. His siblingsā bliss was so powerful, so potent that it spat forth the god of Wind and Shade. Born of laughter, harlequin god, bringing joy to those who would gamble and hope.ā As she spoke, the wind around them stirred, ruffling Artemisā fur and scattering the lingering smoke from the now cooling embers.
āHis visage is porcelain and pale; his eyes drip with black blood, thick with stars like the night sky. Like his sister, he is always smiling, though his teeth are far less terrifying than the Fern Motherās maw. His arms are uncountable and many - each unseen and unknowable. In his left-most arm, he carries a hammer with which to shape the world. In his right-most, a mask, its face obscured. It is said that with it, he can assume the shape of any creature he should so choose.āĀ
āWhat the fuckā¦ā muttered Merlin.
āThe fuck indeed!ā Artemis laughed. āThe Trickster is the god of curses and profanity, in addition to his other domains.ā
āA god for cursing, hm? I need one of thoseā¦āĀ
Artemis let a brief silence hang and then continued. āAs they walked, the Motley Jesterās thoughts turned to mischief - born of laughter, he was predisposed. A dark grin festered behind his eyes - and with one swing of his hammer, the Son of the Tempest brought forth a mighty gale to set the world spinning.ā
āThe Heirās joke completed, his siblings fell to the earth below as it began to spin beneath them. Slowly, but it did - they watched as the sun above them moved slowly to their West. Their creation was spinning, much to their chagrin - but they loved each other, and could not stay mad at their youngest Brother. They continued their walk to the Forge, excited to show the Motley Jester their playground.ā
āUpon their arrival, he turned his attention to the First Being - now a stumbling, walking beast. Its claws were sharp as daggers, its fur dense as earth. A single entity, born of metal and fire, of life and verdance. The Trickster produced his signature leer, and wrest a mask from the void into one of his many arms. It was a perfect mockery of the creature's face, fine as silver and smooth as bone. Ensuring his Siblings were preoccupied with other parts of the Forge, Brother Cobalt fitted the mask upon the First Beingās face.
āIt was from this perfect mask of porcelain that the First Being felt - was given the ability to form bonds, to experience emotions, just as its creators had done.ā Artemisā claws gleamed in the moonlight as she spoke, a deadly reflection of the First Being she described.
āThe Siblings hollered with delight at their creationās fate, a sweet song with which it joined in harmony. It was a joyous night, and the lush earth, spinning, living, and beautifully cratered, seemed to pulse with excitement. From the rich earth below, the Witch pulled woven cords to the surface. Her brothers wrapped them around rocks and trees, pulling them taut. It was then, the three Siblings acting in harmony, that the first Song was played.ā Had any of her audience not been so enraptured with her words, they would have heard the dulcet tones of a soft-spoken tune in the distance.
āThe Trickster played strings with his hammer by his side, striking deep notes in a flurry of exhilaration. His sisterās tones were more muted, though just as excitable. She plucked the strings with her long, clawed hands - careful not to tear them. The eldest brother, though slow to join his family, plucked and sang a melody. It was brash and loud, a flurry of notes that was perfect to the ear.
āFrom each string plucked, from each note coaxed, a new being was born unto the world. It is said that the songs made that day were the purest expressions of music, unmatched by any performer.ā Vega gave Steve a warning look, to deter him from making an expected pompous comment regarding his playing skill.
āThe Forge was alight with sparks and laughter, and the Siblingsā bonds grew stronger as they worked beside one another.ā Her expression grew dark. āBut - they worked too quickly. The world they had created was only so big, after all. And as they built a thousand creatures, they began to fill and fill the space that was left. They crowded the land, clawing at each other. Their claws and teeth, built for singing and creating, had become tools of violence.
āIt was the screaming that alerted the Siblings to their creationās plight. Screaming, endless screaming as they fought for space. The Siblings looked upon their earth in horror, in fear, of what they had done. Their world was suffering for their foolishness.
āHeat and Clockwork, the eldest of the three, knew what must be done. The other two, in the hearts, knew as well - though neither the Witch nor the Heir could bring themselves to do it.
āFoolish children that they were, their creations had not been designed to die - they could not kill each other. Their gods had cursed them to an endless cycle of suffering.ā She paused, looking into her companionās eyes.Ā
āBrother Cobalt would eventually decide their course of action. He looked into Heat and Clockworkās scarlet-red eyes as he summoned a gust of air to smother the flames of his Brotherās Forge. The rich earth around them grew cold and empty, the blissful heat that emanated from the planetās core now gone. The creatures stilled, the air devoid of the warmth that kept them moving.ā Like the creatures she described, Artemisā movements slowed and halted as she spoke, coming to a standstill.Ā
āThe Siblings made a pact, there in the cold and silent Forge. They would not meet again, under any circumstance. Their love for each other was too strong - they would be unable to resist creating more things to fill the earth. Though the Jade Sister, giver of life, had tried to revoke it from her creations, she quickly discovered she was only able to give life, not take it away. Resolute in their decision, the Siblings, weary and heart-broken, pulled themselves away to the farthest corners of the earth.
āTime passed. The Siblings grew restless. Lonely, locked away by themselves for their selfishness. A deep sadness ran through them, and as a result, into the remains of their creations. For the first time in eons, the Forge sat empty, itās bellows long since cold and forgotten. Lord Time tinkered by himself in his endless stone castles, building things that could not fulfill him. Spaceās Beldam performed a joyless dance for the depleted world around her, itās once vibrant colors dulled. Her footsteps no longer brought forth life - they left trails of a withering blight in their path. Breathās Scion, the gleeful god, was the saddest of the three. He could not truly understand why they had separated, just that he was now alone.ā Her eyes were cold. She was glad for the silence of the night around them.
āFrost and Frogs, born from an abundance of loneliness, collapsed onto the earth she had so loved. Her voice warbled from her vicious mouth, a sad, keening sound. It was high and sweet, carrying easily to the other Siblings. Hearing her mournful call, both Brothers joined her in the sound. It was a feral instinct, deep and instilled. And though they were leagues apart, their song was harmonious, clear as day.ā The woods around her seemed to stop. Each member of her party stood in slack-jawed enchantment at her words.
āIt is from this hopeless, despair-driven sound that the Violet Sister was born. Called from the same white void as her siblings, she was thrown forth from the emptiness. From her head sprout a pair of long, needle-thin horns. Her lavender skin is marked and scratched, places where her ebony-black blood drips in slow, rhythmic steps. Black twines of a shadow substance beyond mortal comprehension twist from her skin, enveloping her in an unknowable darkness of tentacles. She is the blind goddess, the Empty one, ruler of the creatures that lurk below, the end of life and the bringer of death.ā Artemis took a breath. āShe is the goddess of Light and Rain.ā
āPiss!ā cursed Steve, eyes wide with poorly masked fear. āYou named this - this monster Light and Rain? What kind of a name is that?ā
No longer content to let him disrespect her deities, Artemis squared her shoulders, bringing her up to her full height. The tallest of the party, Artemis was a fearsome sight. Her eyes and scales gleamed a menacing red in the firelight. When she pulled her lips back to reveal honed, gleaming teeth, it was enough to make anyone not used to her promptly shit their breeches.Ā
āLight and Rain is the goddess of the unseen, the otherworldly, and the unknown,ā Artemisā steel-sure voice was the only sound that could be heard over Steveās ragged breathing. āI will make the place I dump your sorry excuse for a corpse very unknown if you call her a monster again.ā
Ā Vega snickered from her comfortable place on the log. Anyone who had met Artemis for half a second knew sheād never actually act on that threat, especially not to Steve - the dorky kid she treated like one of her younger brothers. Despite the clear emptiness of her threat, it was enough to make Steve back down with a few mumbled apologies. Mollified, Artemis turned her gaze back to the rest of the party. She was close enough to the storyās end now that she was unconcerned with Steveās ill-mannered words.
āLight and Rain, newly born into the dying world, cast her soothing gaze across the fractured land before her. Though she was young, her knowledge was vast. The Grim Seer gathered her elder siblings into her arms, pulling them together once more.
āThough Heat and Clockworkās furnace-bound eyes burned through her, she continued. Though the needle-fine teeth of Frost and Frogs sunk into her skin, she persisted. Though Wind and Shadeās star-strewn tears burned like acid, she pursued. They held each other in an expression of the purest love, reunited and whole.
āThe four held each other, crying. They sensed that with this newest addition, they were complete. Their struggle was over. No words needed to be spoken as they parted, smiles bittersweet and tears drying away. They looked at one another, then to Light and Rain. They knew what must be done.
āThe Violet Sisterās horns crackled with dark, purple energy - and then with a flash of light as bright as their void, the world was clean. Her claws had flashed across the earth, quick as lightning. The First Beings were free of their chains of ill-begotten immortality. Lightās Mistress had granted their creations a most peculiar, but needed gift - the gift of death.ā A light smile played on her lips. She was thoroughly enjoying the shocked faces of her party.
āIt was known as the Scratch - it was the beginnings of our universe. Now mortal, the creations found peace in themselves - and the Siblings found peace in each other. And so, our world was born. The Catfolk, the First Beings, were the first to speak to their creators, spreading this truth to the other races.ā
Artemisās words were interrupted by an enormous yawn from none other than Khr - his arms stretched to the sky, claws curling inwards. āSorryā¦ā he murmured, eyes threatening to close.
āWell then,ā chuckled Artemis. āI believe weāll call it a night here.ā
āWhat, no! We have to know more!ā whined Merlin, now suddenly interested in the mythos.Ā
āLater, dear. Save it for the next campfire.ā Her smile was genuine, and her eyes kind to reflect it. āYou need to go to bed. We've got work to do tomorrow!ā With that, the magic dissipated. It was clear the eveningās entertainment was over. She tutted and shushed her companions as she ushered them to their tents, wishing them a restful sleep. As she snuffed out the last of the fire with a kick of dirt, she chuckled to herself. Maybe her mother would be proud - stop calling her a heathen for not wanting to listen to the same tired stories.Ā
As she padded back to her tent, Artemis was treated with the passing conversation from another party memberās shelter. Though the voice was muffled, itās high cadence could belong to none other than Bella.
so sorry this took me so long to get to! been losing my head recently.
Yes, they absolutely have!!! Iāve only gotten around toĀ āthatās rough, buddyā so far but it was a GORGEOUS work of art, goodness!!!! Thank you so much!!!
Hay I feel kinda bad for asking this but but can you do galekh with a really short purpleblood s/o who is kinda still strong despite their height plz I love your headcanons there amazing and make my heart goš ššāØšā£ļøā„ļøšāØšš thank you so much
aaa, im sorry babe but requests are currently closed! im only posting this so others know that requests sent in right now will be deleted </3
however, once rqs are open again, i would LOVE to write this for ya! <3
hi! wow. i have literally never had to do this - i am so flattered! I currently have 11 requests sitting pretty in my askbox, so I think itās time to close it till I can work through them! Donāt worry, theyāll reopen once I get through them - but for now, any requests sent in will be regretfully deleted... mostly for my mental stability lol. asks and submissions are still fine though! Love yāall! <3
Could i perhaps request some redrom or palerom for lanque, galekh or tagora with highblood reader?
yell heah babe B)
Pale
-Ā In terms of palerom, heās the capital K King of tea. You have an issue? Another troll you need to vent about? Shitty boss? Heās there, ready to take notes for future revenge.Ā
- Heās unfortunately busy a lot in the caverns, so heās not able to see you as often as heād like. he sends you notes and texts very often, though! each is signed with a littleĀ ā<ā in green. every note you send him back has a littleĀ ā>ā in your blood color.Ā
- you stop by the caverns to see him when possible, and heās always affectionate when you can. you and bronya get into it occasionally - though you are entering an area you really shouldn't be, you are a highblood and there's not a whole lot she can do lmao.Ā
Red
- for redrom, the two of you are a Power Couple. Lanque is a popular figure in the party scene, and no party is complete without him. you two met at a mutual friendās gathering and hit it off! youāve been together ever since.
- lanque has a bad history with his matesprits, and a trail of broken bloodpushers left behind him. Bronya warned you to be careful with him, but you were a whole nother beast that lanque wasn't expecting! highblooded and wild, you werenāt willing to stand for some the shit he tried to pull.
- after many conversations and several sessions of yelling that bordered on blackrom, lanque and his habits shifted for the better. you twoāve been happily matched for a whole sweep now.
Are rqs still open? If no, I just wanted to say I love your hcs ā¤ļø you put a lot of work into them and it shows! If yes, the former still stands but also, can I ask for long distance relationship hcs for Marvus please?
rqs are always open, yes! thank you so much dear, I adore you. my heart! ;3;
also I would like to deeply apologize to everyone, I know im kinda behind on requests! lifeās been.... oof.Ā
- marvus is a restless, traveling spirit. heās a star and a highblood, so he sees every day as a new adventure to take! heās off on tours and shows a lot, and never stays in outglut long.
- you met him in outglut a sweep and a half ago, after one of his shows. he stumbled into the cafe you were in with some of his friends, laughing and swigging faygo with the best of them. he saw you from across the room and - intoxicated as he was - blew you a kiss, face tinged with a purple blush.
- you laughed so hard. a few wipes later and you were fully official matesprits, red and flushed for each other as you could be. it took you a while to get past his demeanor - marvusās laidback attitude can come off as uncaring sometimes. but when you did, you realized that you were flushed for the sweetest, kindest, most caring troll youād ever met.
- it wasnāt long after you two were official that he had to leave for his next show, which was a few hours away. you got into the relationship knowing this, but it still hurt anyways. he offered for you to come with him, but you denied - you had a job and classes, after all.Ā
- being a highblood has itās perks - one of the many parting gifts he gave you was a top-of-the-line husktop, made for video calls! you two call every morning before you go to bed, when possible.
- marvus sends you gifts all the time, with little love notes attached in his signature purple scrawl. he loves you so much, even if he cant always be there to show it. of course, he visits whenever he can!Ā
Idk if youāre still looking for fic recs, but if you are you absolutely HAVE to read The Serendipity Gospels if you havenāt already. Itās a few very, very long chapters centred around Terezi and Gamzee and Adulthood for trolls and I love it. Itās full chefs kiss
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yes i am still doing fic recs, thank you so so so so much oml, im excited
can we get sum marsti x highblood reader? Your work is spectacular btw!
absolutely! and thank you for the compliment, dear <3
-. you bet your ass that your hive goes beyond spotless. you used to think she started dating you because your hive was such a mess, and she enjoyed the challenge. when she stuck around even after you cleaned up your habits, you knew that you were terribly flushed for her - as she was for you, beyond a shadow of a doubt.
- her being a rusty, you offered for her to come and live with you in the highblood district - lots of space where sheād be safe, and near you! you were somewhat shocked when she declined - she said sheād feel more like a rust butler. because itās ultimately her fate once sheās off-planet, she understandably wanted to avoid it.
- it took you a little while to understand, being up a few castes and all, but youāre so unbelievably proud of your girlfriend and her tenacity. she keeps the lowblood districts far cleaner then they could have ever imagined, and you love her for it.
- youāve tried on multiple occasions to help her out with cleaning, but they donāt usually end well. being a highblood and all, you rarely had to do your own housekeeping, so sheās had to teach you everything you know. she usually gets a few hours into the day and sheās laughing at you and shaking her head in exasperation! the nerve.
- she usually wraps her arms around you, strong and tall. her arms are well-muscled from all the cleaning, and she holds you securely from behind. her nails scratch comfortingly up and down your arms, and when you breathe in, she smells like citrus cleaning products. she looks down at you, smiling. a kiss on the forehead and she saysĀ ābabe. itās time to go home. youāre getting in the way.ā
- you know despite her usual lack of expressions and emotions means little regarding how she feels about you. you know she loves you with all her heart, even if she isnāt the most eloquent at showing it.Ā
The mail is the one final hope for resurrecting a dead planet from its ashes, and the letter carriers are the brave soldiers of God in this righteous crusade. They are the defenders of the light of knowledge, free communication, and the exchange of ideas. They are the bold toters of all those little papery conduits of freedom, the white postmarked angels that whisper a message on their deliverance, a promise to the yearning: āThere is hope yet.ā
Hey, look! Itās our favorite mail-related people from Homestuck. In the case of the MSPA reader, I promise you, they are CERTAINLY a bona fide mailperson.
Right now, the United States Postal Service is fighting an uphill battle for survival. The USPS serves every American, every address, everywhere. They are an indispensable resource that we cannot afford to lose. Sending mail to rural areas is part of their job descriptions - places like Fed Ex and UPS charge many times what it costs to send with USPS.
We cannot lose the USPS. I canāt make that clear enough. Coronavirus is affecting the USPS drastically right now, and Trump is planning to veto any stimulus package that will benefit the USPS.Ā
Itās time to stand up in support.Ā
Contact Your Elected OfficialsĀ - Congress can still override vetoes. Call your senators and representatives and ask them to support the USPS.Ā
Buy Stamps - The USPS relies on the sale of stamps for much of their revenue! This can be done online, too, with no-contact delivery.Ā
Text USPS to RESISTBOT at 50409 - Simple and easy. The bot will ask you a few questions before signing a petition to support the USPS and sending it to your local officials.Ā
Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.
Ok so there has been a cool resurgence of mspar fics. That's rough buddy is amazing and is about their hive collapsing and their friends coming together to save them. Calm before the storm is them getting sent back as a troll and has some really fun character pair ups. Nobody knows is mspar finding their friends as adults and mallek angst. Riverbound is them going back to start a revolution. They are all Mallek in red and Polypa in pale. Riverbound has pitch Lanque.
my love. my light. mon ange. i would die for you in a heartbeat, thank you SO much. i think I found all the fics! here they are if anyone else wants to read em <3
