A tumblr about the homestuck Happy Endings series.
Look forward to rough drafts, tiny drabbles, and random art. Feel free to ask questions or throw us some prompts! We might use them. :D
the Happy Endings series  fucks me up. Joe and Dave S fuck me up.Â
it was super hard to pick one au to draw for day two? but hoooly shit all iterations of alpha johndaves need all the love so i ended up settling on these two beautifully written life ruiners
TGP: OMG HOW DID WE MISS THIS Joe looks so good! (mega hot, wow, time to crank up the air conditioning) ALSO LOOK AT THAT SMUG LOOK IN THE MIDDLE. You draw him so well!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM DYING. I LOVE IT.
Loxie: HOLY SHIT. SHOLY HIT!!!!!!!!! IMMEDIATE STAMP OF APPROVAL PUT THIS HOT PIECE OF ASS ON THE BLOG IMMEDIATELY WHAT THE FUCK. TAKE ME TO THE CHURCH.
requested like… almost two years ago by laughingstones on ao3 and i kept meaning to doodle it and well today i decided to. no shading because i am not that industrious, but i like it.
more happy endings stuff. the scene in how i spent my summer vacation when dave sees dirk and hal and cannot contain himself
TGP here, just throwing some new art your way from my art blog. :D Joe and the band, The Last Table.
I had a lot of fun with Amos’ hair, ngl. Perdita’s was hard though because I am not as adept in doing African American hair as I would like to be.Â
TGP here: Did a minor edit on Because Of Course. Just some house keeping, tried to tidy up the prose a little. I’m going to hit Instead of Irrevocable next once I get the gumption to do it. XD I’ve learned a tad about writing in the last three years and the older stories kind of make me twitch so I’m trying to make them less twitchy...
Is Joe's dad's lack of aging a part of his Void-y powers? And keeping Jade E and Old man Sass. safe from the Batterwitch?
Yes, a lot of Joe’s Dad’s problems and current state stems from his Void aspect. He’s kind of let it overtake him quite willingly. He doesn’t really have any good enough reason enough to stop it because he is kind of an asshole. At the moment, he is void of change.Â
As for Jade E. and Sassacre, that has more to do with Jade’s powers than Joe’s Dad but his presence definitely made them easier to not find. Joe’s timeline is all kinds of messed up in general, though. The Batterwitch was never really aware of this Sassacre or Jade E. during it and had no reason to look for them.Â
And I can’t not share part of it with you so here is a tiny teaser:
-- gutsyGumshoe [GG] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at 11:54 pm -
GG: Just to let you know, we’re all mass blocking Dirk’s older brother.
EB: uh why?
GG: You don’t need to know, just do it.
EB: i think i have a right to know why i’m randomly blocking one of the adults in our lives, jane.
GG: Just trust that I’m looking out for your future welfare, little brother.
EB: oh my god, not the little brother bullshit again!
EB: we were literally born at the SAME TIME.
GG: I know which of us acts more like an older sibling.
EB: you know what? just for that, i’m not doing it.
GG: John.
EB: nope.
EB: that ship has sailed!
GG: John. Do the thing or I won’t let you have any of the fresh chocolate chip cookies on the cooling rack.
EB: THAT SURE IS AN ATTRACTIVE INCENTIVE!
EB: joke’s on you, i don’t even like sweets!
GG: I don’t understand how we’re even related.
If Dave S is a page and Dove became a sylph, what about Hal, Bro, the momlondes, Joe and Jade? or is changing your class a Dave thing?
All the guardians have a classpect. Dave S just happens to be a Page. Dove’s class change thing was kind of unique and only possible because of his sprite knowledge, and the game kind of tried to destroy him over it, so it is definitely not a thing anyone else should try.Â
So here’s the rundown:
Hal is an Heir of Heart. Pretty self explanatory, I think, what with the whole originally copied from someone else thing.Â
Bro is Knight of Heart. Where Dirk destroys as a Prince, Bro’s wisened up to that kind of behavior and tends to be more about watching out for the relationships of others. When he feels like it, anyway. He’s kind of vague but we felt Knight fit him and his tendency to hide his real self behind a hugely successful outer shell. (At least our version of him, which doesn’t take anything after the gigapause into consideration.)
Mom Roxy is Muse of Void and this is going to end up in spoiler country if I say anything more. Just be sure that this is important. Â
Mom Rose is Maid of Light and this is also spoilerly as to what exactly that ends up meaning. The two of them are gonna do some neat stuff.Â
Jade E. is a Page of Space. Again, like the other Pages, lots of potential and not much payoff. There’s a lot of reasons for Jade being assigned this and some of it is heavy spoilers for the stories so I can’t really get into it, but she definitely has compelling reasons for not exploring what powers she has and sitting on the potential inside her. There was also a nice symmetry to both her and Dave being Pages, since they are Time and Space.Â
Joe is a Knight of Breath. He had to be a Knight considering the head on approach to life and his similar tendency to hide his true self the way the other knights do.Â
For the record, Dadbert and Crockerpop are Lords of Breath and Life respectively and have absolutely no idea of it as their abilities are in a kind of holding pattern/dormant state. Joe’s dad is a Mage of Void and he is not directly aware of it, but has made use of his abilities.Â
We took great care to make sure there was no doubling in the classpects. Actually made a spreadsheet and everything.Â
She is pretty tall and the artist is really bad about remembering that and actually doing the right height comparison. And maintaining the correct body proportions. And actually doing anything.
Okaaayyyy, so Joe's windy powers got supercharged by the Trickster-juju-stuff. Does that mean he has the potential to make his powers stronger through training? Does that mean that /Dave/ S. can make his time powers stronger through 'training' (I was personally thinkin meditation and focussing on what is left of the time stuff)? Does this mean he can take Joe (and Jade E. of cource) out on totally platonic bro-dates to -lets say- Woodstock?
Joe’s windy thing has gotten stronger as he ages, but the trickster stuff deeeeffinately took the safety rails off it, wow. He could possibly train himself up, but he’d have to stop hiding them when he’s not high for that to work. He might also have to buckle down and talk to John which is not exactly something he’s willing to do. Maybe Tavros, though, but Joe’s powers are a lot more in line with John’s.
As for Dave S., well. It’s a little different for him. He could be much, much stronger but he doesn’t realize it and his powers have been more tied to “destiny” than anything else, specifically Joe and Jade E.’s destiny instead of his own. He’s only ever been able to time travel in ways connected with them.Â
Dave S. is a Page rather than Dave Jr.’s Knight and he is tied with the potential of time, rather than the manipulation of it. Even when he went back in time, he didn’t actually change anything except for bringing the Js to the future and even then it was to protect the potential of their lives.Â
The idea of Dave S. and the Js at Woodstock is absolutely hilarious thought and wow I need to figure out if that can happen.Â
Another snipit. There’s about... oh... 30 different working files for various HE stories that are just sitting there and this is one of them.
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It’s still weird being surrounded by people, troll or not. Jake thinks he likes it but sometimes he misses days of just wandering around on his own, making his own way, and not having to worry about stumbling across someone’s makeshift house (he thinks they’re calling them hives?) But still, people, it’s nice. He’s not lonely, really. Or at least not enough to mention.
Anyway. Jake is enjoying having playmates and he likes hanging out with Jade a lot. She reminds him of Roxy without the baggage and Jane without the… the… stuff that Jake isn’t thinking about because he doesn’t have to anymore, nyah nyah nyah can’t make him.
“Hey Jake,” Jade asks while she’s lining up a shot. The rifle is an old friend in her hands, perfectly level without any sign of wavering. He appreciates her skill.
“Yes?”
“You’re a boy, so…”
Jake stares at her. What. Well of course he is. What does that have to do with anything-
“And you’re kind of hot, so-”
“Uh. Ha. Ha ha, golly gee, Jade.” Oh please, oh please be a misunderstanding. He is not okay with where this is going. Please. “You’re quite the lady, but-”
Jade lifts her head, gives him a look, and quickly back peddles. “No, no, no, not like that, wow, so not like that. It’s kind of incest and, I mean, you’re pretty neat? But no. Uh. Wow. No.”
Oh thank god. Jake slumps with relief and tries to forget how bad he’s blushing now. And it’s probably a terrible thing, being so frightened by the idea of Jade being attracted to him. She’s nice and pretty and he supposes she might be a good girlfriend but no. No thank you, ma’am.
“No, I was just figuring. I heard you had a boyfriend for a little while but you liked girls, too, and-” Jade hesitates, takes a deep breath as she squares her shoulders, and asks bluntly, “From a human male perspective, am I pretty?”
“I… don’t rightly know how to answer that.” He is terrified to answer that.
“I’m not coming onto you! It’s a completely non romantic, scientific question!”
“...You promise?”
“I promise. Really, Jake, I do not want to date you. No offense!!”
He chews the inside of his mouth a little and then figures he might as well trust her word on that. “Yes, Jade, I think you’re pretty.”
“You’re not just saying that, right?” She looks like she wants to be pleased but something’s making her doubt it. “I mean, I’m not like Rose or anything, but…”
“You are very pretty.”
Jade smiles, nice and big and bright. “Thanks! I’ll add that to my data set.”
“You’re making a data set of people who think you’re pretty?” Somehow, that’s not quite what Jake thought would happen. He’s kind of confused now because he thought maybe this was some kind of self esteem thing-
“It’s not for me, actually. Porrim is doing a general study on relative staples of physical beauty between troll and human preferences and perspectives across the gender spectrum.” Jade looks out at her prey and aims again. “I was bored, so I thought I might help! Besides, it’s really interesting to see how similar we are in some ways!”
Well. Jake supposes he doesn’t really mind helping out, then. But only after he’s gotten Jade’s word that no one else will get to look at his answers (“Total anonymity! Except, you know, that there are only twenty-four trolls of course. But still!!”) And the rest of the afternoon during their hunt, he ends up letting her goad him into figuring out how pretty everyone they know is, human and troll alike. The whole thing is bizarre but somehow, he still enjoys the discussion well enough, especially when he stops having to give his own answers and Jade’s babbling about interesting troll stuff.
As they head back towards Jade’s place (Jake always walks her back because he is a goddamn gentleman,) she catches him up short with, “By the way, I added you to my pester roll. You should sign on and talk to people.”
Jake startles but… Well, maybe he should. He’s been kind of ignoring his helmet. “I reckon maybe I should get in touch with my chums again.”
It’s not that he doesn’t miss them, but. Um.
“When you’re ready. Or when I get tired of telling people how you are. Which ever comes first.” Jade pats his shoulder and heads on inside, leaving Jake to make his way to the other side of the island on his own.
Have a snipit of a long fic I’m working on since there haven’t been much in the way of updates lately.Â
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“-And if our high functioning assmonkey would quit flinging food on my side of the table-”
“Take it in the fathe, you nathty thkankbitch.”
“Excuse me, that is not a dinner topic-”
“Only after you choke on my bulge, spacecase.”
Captor cracks up and babbles something completely incomprehensible as Vriska grins broadly. Egbert looks skyward, flabbergasted, and Crocker pats his shoulder like he knows exactly what Egbert’s thinking. It’s almost cute, how pale they can be, except for how gross it is to flaunt it in front of everyone. Gamzee doesn’t get humans. They are so (wonderfully) shameless. He kind of wonders if he would have been that way, if he’d had a pale mate back when he was pan fried and high all the time before the game. He isn’t sure and it is a little embarrassing to think about so he tries not to and instead focuses back to Captor and Vriska sniping at each other.
When the lot of them gather at Egbert’s house for some activity or a meal, when Crocker and Jane manage to coax him out of the house, Gamzee always sits next to Captor because Captor is about the only person that doesn’t question anything he does. He isn’t sure Captor has noticed, or if he cares, but Pyrope does. There’s always a moment she’ll watch him, her eyes narrow behind red lenses, but she hasn’t warned him off. Gamzee doesn’t know what she thinks of him or what she thinks he’s doing, and he doesn’t really care. He doesn’t sit beside Captor because of any machinations towards him. He just...
He thinks Karkat would probably be uncomfortable if he always sat by him instead and Captor doesn’t mind. Karkat though- Karkat might feel... Pressured. Something... Gamzee’s not always sure why he does the things he does but he’d rather not make Karkat sick of him now that Karkat is talking to him again. He doesn’t want Karkat’s visits to stop or to lose the terse invitations to hang at Egbert’s place. He’s gonna motherfucking pussy foot like a master to keep the eggs from breaking under his feet all cracked and sharp.
Besides, sometimes Captor’s muttering is so low that it’s hard to hear without being right by him and he is one hilariously crazy motherfucker.
The other benefit is that Vriska always sits by John, for better or worse, and is always across the room from Gamzee. He isn’t... He doesn’t think she’ll get in his head. He doesn’t think she’s strong enough to make him do anything even if she got in. But every time she locks eyes with him, he feels the strangling panic at the very possibility someone could do it to him again. Get in his head, play around with him, change what he thinks and feels and wants until he’s not him anymore and can’t remember how to be. Until he’s just a mindless meatbag filled with fathomless rage. Just a puppet doing what they want, made to want it...
He realizes all of the other trolls in the room have stopped talking and are staring at him. It takes a moment before he hears the low, guttural rumbling deep in his bone cage. He stops but not before the humans have turned their attention to him as well with confusion. Crocker’s face fills with concern so Gamzee stops looking at him and concentrates on settling himself. The others go on back to their conversations after a little while longer… except Karkat, who watches him more intently and looks about ready to leave his seat. Gamzee offers him a weak smile that just makes Karkat look more bothered, so Gamzee tries harder. Then he busies himself with the pile of mushy... something on his plate.
Human food is so weird. This white stuff has the consistency of a mushed raw grub but the taste is all wrong in his mouth. He eats it and it’s not bad, it’s just weird. He catches one of the humans shaking some kind of seasoning on it and swipes the containers to try and that’s better, the mush takes well to it, but it’s still weird. The thick, red and brown steak has the wrong texture, too, but the taste is closer to something familiar to him. Rich and heady and savory, pinker bits so velvety soft on his tongue. He has no idea what to think of the green things even after he’s eaten them but there’s something fresh in the taste, fresh and… more weird tastes he has little idea how to describe. The smooth outside gives way to miracle surprise bits inside, firmer and chewy. The whole dinner is so much different than the prepackaged meals he got from the dispensary when he thought to get himself out to collecting what was owed to him. (Which wasn’t often.)
He feels a nudge against his ankle and stiffens, but no one’s looking at him. Gamzee thinks about peeking under the table but then he feels the nudge again and manages to catch Karkat’s glance his way. Weird how much his bro manages to condense into one look. Gamzee wishes he just knew how to read that. He’d thought he did, before, but... He’s not sure anymore. He’s not really sure about anything. He’s not even sure he’d really cared about it before.
His bonecage tightens up because Karkat’s foot is still pressed to his ankle and he feels… He’s…
Gamzee swallows the lump in his throat and looks down. Karkat’s foot doesn’t move from his until dinner’s over.
