Come Get Your Troll Juice

I'm Jack. I write for homestuck and hiveswap. Askbox open. 18+

[localgothwife]

Heyyyyyyyy do you have any rules???

I only have a few rules! I completely forgot to make some ‘cause I have small brain disease. But knowing me I won’t get around to an official rule page until later. So here’s some rules for now! If you don’t see something on, just ask. I’m always here :>

No Never: Scat, Watersports, Stuffing/Feeding, Forced Weight Gain/Loss, Pedophilia

Yes: Dub, Guro, yan type characterization. I will write for a suicidal reader, or a reader that self harms but I will not outright write suicide scenarios. 

I accept: All trolls from homestuck, (ancestors, dancestors included.) All trolls from hiveswap. All human characters (alpha, and guardian included.) 

The only thing I will never write is Bro Strider as a good person. 

Thank you!

[localgothwife]

Possessive Obsessive John x Reader

Inspired by the wonderful @yandere--stuck 

It’s always the little things he picks up on at first. Your favorite book? Favorite movie? He knows and picks up on little tidbits he can tell you.

But then it evolves into he knows your favorite flavor of gum from childhood. Your favorite time of day to go out and get something, or your grocery shopping routine. Mostly so he can surprise you while you’re out shopping, or offer you a pack of gum and just watch you tell him about how it tastes like childhood.

You never notice at first, chalking it up to coincidence. While John tracks each every little thing you enjoy with glee, hoping to see you smile and grin over how well he knows you.

John is over at your home one day, just chilling with you when you excuse yourself to the bathroom. He jumps up and runs to your bedroom, sneaking a bottle of your cologne/perfume into his pocket. Later when he gets home, he sprays it onto one of his shirts and fantasizes about you while inhaling the scent.

But it’s not the same when it’s his shirt, so he gets bold, stealing one of yours, a favorite, and taking it home to clutch and hold close to.

You do notice your shirt going missing, and ask John about it. He just shrugs and says maybe you misplaced it.

Social media posts are saved, screenshotted, and selfies? Printed out and plastered on his wall. He draws captains onto them like ‘what a cutie <3,’ or ‘one and only.’ You’re a little confused when John only wants to hang at your place recently, but whatever.

You have no idea how bad the obsession gets until one of your friends jokingly flirt with you, harmless and all in good nature with their hand on your shoulder. John damn near slaps them away and grabs you with a grip of iron before taking off with you. You barely have time to catch a breath before asking him what’s wrong.

“Can’t you see how much I love you? How much I care for you? You’ll never meet someone who knows everything about you just like I do. I can’t let you be taken by someone else...” 

[localgothwife]

Hey I just saw your intro post and I was wondering if you only write for trolls? I'm interested in some general heinoustuck!dave x reader HCs but if you only write for trolls/dont want to take the request for any reason that's okay! Cheers!

I fucking love heinoustuck. And yes I write for just about everyone because I have an intense self-hatred of being mentally sound. Cheers, love.

General Heinoustuck!Dave x Reader:

Growing up in this world was… Strange to say the least. Both of you knew what would happen on your thirteenth birthday, and Dave was a fighter until the bitter end. Both of you thought you could outsmart your guardian and not be transmutated. You succeeded somewhat, he did not.

Hiding and sneaking away became your life, the shadows your comfort and friend. It was strange the first time you messaged him after it happened, begging him for a bit of help because he obviously made it too, right?

No. He was changed, and somewhat of a creep now. Not your ironically funny best friend who liked pressed fruit juices, and shitty swords. Honestly, you threw up after he ended his message with ‘caw.’

Dave keeps telling you to stop running and just accept it. It happens and then you don’t get to die later; sick right? I mean you DO die but after that then you don’t, capiche? You ignore that for the most part mostly continuing to talk to his creepy-ass for the comfort factor despite being dramatically different… He’s still sort of your Dave?

After you ignored his suggestion to fling yourself at your guardian and beg for transmutation for the third time, he got pissed off, telling you it’s unavoidable just let it happen after all why are you special? You don’t get to avoid it just because you think it’s scary. It’s not THAT scary so give up. caw.

Then he kinda started apologizing, telling you you’re just pretty with such unstitched skin, and without wings. Switching back and forth between berating you for running from your fate and praising you for it. You mastered the art of tuning out his bitter insults.

Now, you don’t know where to go after your guardian finally caught onto your trail after a few months. Home is not an option, and asking for shelter is off the table as well. You’re fucking stuck. And Dave just tells you is that maybe, you two can be a beautiful fucking mess together now.

[localgothwife]

Wow! An intro post?

Hi, I’m Jack and I fucking LOVE homestuck.

I write for both homestuck, and hiveswap. So send me some asks about trolls.

Let’s get this bread, son.