so i've been stewing on this for a while but only now decided that i really wanted to make an Actual Serious Post on this blog. it's been a while, so some of you might not remember this blog; it's a satirical & vaguely troll-esque blog that i, along with mod q, started quite literally over two years ago.
the blog's been dead for a while now, and just to make a note, i haven't come back to start some kind of shitstorm; i've moved blogs about a half-dozen (or more) times since this blog was created, and have consistently forgotten to ask mod q to re-invite me. whoops.
but yeah, like i said at the beginning- this is a serious post.
stridercest is, without a doubt, fucked up. bro is canonically abusive to dave, dirk is manipulative and coercive as all get out, not to mention that it's implied that he had brobot sexually assault jake. please don't pretend like these things just. don't exist.
i am not saying that you can't or shouldn't ship stridercest, but please acknowledge these things and especially how bro's and dirk's interactions would play out in a real-world context.
i mean, honestly, i still ship it. it's one of my favorite ships from the hs fandom (particularly when it's dirk/dave or alpha!dave/dirk because i like the dynamics better than bro/dave), aside from a few other select ships that i really adore.
but i'll also be the first one to admit that it's not a healthy ship in basically any form if you're going by canon characterization and relationships, and that it can be triggering as all get out to people who are abuse survivors & victims, even more particularly to those who might've been abused (whether sexually or not) by familial relations.
so, a few more notes.
if you are going to write stridercest fanfiction with their relationship romanticized in any way, please make a particular note that this is not the way things work in the real world. i had a grasp on this even when i started shipping the pairing (again, in any form), but it wasn't until recently it's hit me even harder than it had already just how fucked up the dynamics in this pairing are. by which i mean, when i was younger, i didn't realize the potential irl ramifications of fan-made content of this pairing. i didn't stop to think that it could be triggering or upsetting or distressing in any way; i just liked the art and thought the fics were hot and that was about it. (AND ALWAYS TAG WITH A WARNING FOR IF IT'S UNDERAGE.)
if you are going to make fanart of them, again, tag it. please. especially, especially, especially if it involves either of the characters being underage.
and as one last thought, before i chicken out and don't say it, i am not trying to kink-shame anyone here. and especially if it's some kind of coping device.
i literally have a kink for unhealthy/abusive relationships with really fucked up power dynamics, so it's not like i can judge you for that whatsoever.
but it's not something i really talk about because i know that it's something that, again, can be triggering. and the last damn thing that i want to do is trigger someone, particularly any friends who have gone through any kind of similar abuse.
that's not to say that you shouldn't write anything involving stridercest, but please, whether it's outright kink fic or romantic fluffy shit, please make it clear that this shit isn't cool or healthy in any context other than fictional.
kinks and fics and art and other ship-related content don't exist in a fucking vacuum, and it's taken me a damn long time to realize it.
so no, i'm not saying you shouldn't ship it or shouldn't make content, but please tag it, and be aware that it can be legitimately triggering or upsetting to some people.
Previews of my upcoming stridercest fancomic! I'll be finished it before july 19th most likely and it will then be posted on hopefully ao3 and/or tumblr
It will be nsfw! (very)
keep an eye out! I'm very excited because it's my first time ever making and completing a fancomic ever...and it features my homestuck otp
I haven't been posting alot because i'm currently working on drawing a stridercest oneshot comic!. The last piece of art i posted may or may not be the cover to this...we shall see. But i should be finished it before the 19th so keep a look out.
They’d been over it a hundred times. Yes, Bro had feelings for Dave. Yes, there were things he wanted to do to him. But as long as Dave was a minor and Bro was responsible for him, he would never act on his feelings. Dave had sworn up and down that he understood the situation, but he never once agreed with it, therefore made it his personal mission to make Bro pay for the decision. Everything from flirtatious conversation to walking around the apartment bare ass naked, Dave had tried it. But Bro miraculously kept his resolve and resisted his little brother’s advances.
It was a Saturday morning that he broke. He’d spent the week working out a contract with some bigwig record company who wanted him on staff which meant he might be able to afford to send Dave to college eventually. Friday night had been spent lost in the haze of the club where he worked behind the turntables. When he woke up the next morning, he was still sated and dreamy, ears a bit dull, and walking with a kind of rhythm that he couldn’t seem to shake.
He found Dave in the kitchen, bent over the fridge, boredly staring at the food. Maybe it was something about the way he was standing, one hip jutting out, rocking back on his heels, boyish slouch in his shoulders…maybe it was just that everything was feeling so good in himself that Bro felt selfish keeping the happiness contained, but he knew then that he needed to express himself.
In one second flat, he had crossed the kitchen and slammed the fridge door shut. Confused and a little ticked off, Dave whirled around and found himself cornered. Bro, shirtless and in sweatpants, hat and sunglasses perfectly darkening his face, stepped forward until Dave was backed up to the flat surface behind him. His gloved hands rested just beside Dave’s head as he pressed their bodies flush together.
Dave had half a mind to ask what Bro was doing, but he was afraid that speaking up would scare his brother into backing off. So he kept his mouth shut, silently wondering what had caused this sudden change. But all thoughts were banished from his mind when he felt Bro’s hard on press into his crotch. Dave’s heart instantly leaped into overdrive, sending intense waves of heat downstairs. When Bro felt Dave’s reaction through his sweats, he rocked his hips forward and his little brother gasped.
Dave held perfectly still, eyes wide behind his shades, drowning in the sensations Bro was causing just by the simple contact. The rest of the world could have been in chaos for all they cared, but nothing existed outside the breath of space between them. Bro’s gyrating movements became frantic as the need in his loins grew painful. When Dave made the smallest keening noise in his throat, all the air rushed from Bro’s lungs and he had to throw all his weight forward just to keep his weak knees from sliding out beneath him. Dave felt his brother’s full weight on him, but all he wanted was more and wrapped both his hands around Bro’s waist, pulling him ever closer. That small gesture broke whatever control Bro might have had left and he all out thrust against Dave, slamming him back into the fridge and making the very walls shake with the force.
Dave could feel himself closing in on the end, and in a rush of insanity, reached up to pull off his and Bro’s shades so that their matching red eyes had no barriers between them. Neither one of them could breathe for the longest, most intense moment of their lives as they orgasmed against each other, hips jerking sporadically like lightning.
When he finally caught his breath, Bro snatched his shades back and returned them to their place. He forced his feet to move and, despite their shaking, he made it to the kitchen door. But before leaving, he turned back to look at his little brother. Face flushed, lips parted, chest heaving, he was the most beautiful thing in creation. And he could never touch him again. He’d promised. Nothing illegal under his roof, nothing to risk getting him taken to some boy’s home. Sure, he’d just slipped up big time, but he got his point across. For all Dave’s efforts, Bro loved him more than anything and there would always be times when he would want to fuck his brains out, but there had to be a line. Something in Dave’s sorrowful expression of longing told Bro that he understood and he was relieved that he wasn’t the only one suffering.
Bro turned away and walked back to his room, smile gracing his lips as he imagined how sweet it would be to slip up again.
