#arthour

[peculiarwizard]

new challenge time!!! I want an absolute mess of colours. Any character, any theme, but I dont want the colours making any sense. Absolute eyefuck is wanted

-🔥☕️

well i hope this counts

[homestuckexamination]

so after vriska blew her arm up and after vrisky business the only thing on my mind was “gee i hope equius has good bedside manner”

but he probably doesn’t

He doesn't need to. He puts a nurse's cap on Arthour, and he takes excellent care of Vriska.

[literallyn01imp0rtant]

Happy pride month! I edited my favorite Homestuck characters of all time to have the bisexual flag’s color palette for fun. Feel free to use!

[wakraya]

imagine arthour hugging leon

Hopefully Pounce’s back doesn’t suffer from that. X3

[house-bound]

Happy father's day to him

[daves-can]

[photochoco]

When I was in elementary school, all the way into high school, I had a nifty thing called a 504 plan. It basically saved my life academically because it allowed me to have tools and techniques otherwise not allowed in school to help me focus and to curb my anxiety and trich. Part of the deal was at least 2 times a year, I would have a meeting with my mother, my counselor, the school social worker, and one of my teachers, to assess how I was doing and to see if the plan needed any tweaking. These were normally no big deal and were over super fast.

Except for one year.

If memory serves it was my sophomore year. I was an avid Homestuck reader, among many other webcomics. I also loved to peruse the wiki’s of the projects I was interested in, Homestuck being one of them. I can’t say I spent a lot of my computer time wisely; reading comics, writing fanfics, collecting art references. What I was not aware of was the degree to which the school computers tracked your activity.  So the end of the meeting comes, and my counselor and social worker wanted to talk about my computer activity. Evidently, there was a particular image I had looked at that had bothered them. They turned the laptop around, and this image was on the screen, staring us all down.

And I swear to fucking god, every drop of blood within my body went rushing to my face. The unholy, nauseating mixture of shock, horror, and embarrassment that exploded in my gut and raced through my veins was unbearable. Death would have been a mercy, a BLESSING. I had no words, what could I say about this gif of a man in weird cosplay under rapid fire stabby assault by a pirate cyborg while a mustached white centaur looks on in mild perturbation?  I seriously though it was gonna be the end of me. I promised to never go on the site again (I never did until I got my own laptop) and I thought for certain my mother, who was witness to the whole thing, would ban me from Homestuck forever.

That never happened, but I still go through the five stages of grief whenever I see the gif of Andrew Hussie in Calmasis cosplay being compulsively stabbed by Spades Slick the Cyborg while an Arthour clone looks on.

[homestuckfluffcanons]

“Because their charges have such a good moirallegiance, Pounce de Leon and Arthour spent so much time together that they became really good friends.”

Suggested by Anonymous