👀 a humanstuck davekat... mayhaps?
I’ve been really wanting to draw this, thank you anon
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👀 a humanstuck davekat... mayhaps?
I’ve been really wanting to draw this, thank you anon
Robert isn’t in his apartment.
He wasn’t in the break room, the locker room, the janitorial closet, the gym- Robert Robertson was unofficially MIA, for all they knew. Broke ass doesn’t have a phone, either, so Sonar couldn’t even track his IP.
Chaos was expected. They had even tried the whole ‘to catch a Robert Robertson, one must think like a Robert Robertson.’ This proved troublesome because they couldn’t agree on what that would even begin to look like. Do they really know that little about him- about Robert, about Mecha Man? Safe to say they’re all a little bristled about that. But that doesn’t do any help in finding him. So, what now?
Katon-Ur, Chad, Victor, Chase, and Janelle have already been flying around for a while, looking. It doesn’t help that he’s so small, “Like an ant. Not even the queen. Just a worker ant. A regular ass ant.”. Chad remains unhelpful. They’re all fucking pissed off, wired, worried, about Robert. It doesn’t help that it’s late as fuck, and they’re all tired and worried after not being able to find him for hours after work. Usually heat least says goodbye. For a collective second, they think he must’ve finally run away. Somewhere along the line, they had been the last straw. They’d been too much again, for another dispatcher.
Mandy talks them out of it.
Victor is the one to find him. Given he’s relying on echolocation, rather than sight- it’s a little easier to pinpoint the scent and shape of his their dispatcher. He calls it in, and there’s a collective sigh of relief, although silent, from their fuckass polycule.
“Asshole. Hiding from us. Thinking he could run away.”
“Location- where was he?…is he?”
And how is Victor supposed to tell them their dispatcher is curled up at the feet of the Mecha Man Astral statue, his hood drawn up to cover his face. How’s he supposed to say that Robert- their Robert- is leaning against the stone, eyebags a little heavier than usual.
And how is Robert supposed to explain that the cold marble is more present and sturdy than his father ever was, in person? Something to worry about when he wakes up.
i love your art sm!!! its so beautiful :’)
i humbly request a jade harley doodle for i love her with my whole heart!
have a good summer!!
This one took a while but was fun to make. Also I adore your Jade!! You draw her with so much love
I already put this as a comment on my last post, but with gymnast Hermy, him and Coupé get along really well. The team is a little confused by it, but they’ve got the spirit!
I think Herm in particular has a tendency to see the best in people. I really do think that he’d try so hard to be friends with her because not only is he geeking that he’s like.. in her proximity, with such a cool woman, but I also think while some of the other z-teamers still see Coupé as Coupé, Herman sees Coupé as Janelle.
So when they finally have something to bond over, Herm takes it and runs with it. He’s damn near learning ballet with Janelle just to get some time in together. It’s.. surprisingly fun, and he doesn’t feel dysphoric about it like he thought he would (and why he avoided practicing gymnastic moves for so long, after he transitioned). And then ballet turns into just them hanging out, and then hang outs turn into sleepovers.
I like to see their relationship almost Prismbae adjacent, in the most platonic soulmates possible. They’re doing face masks (Herm’s is sloughing off, but it’s okay. He lays down and that helps, even though his skin is super clear), they’re painting their nails, they’re watching the french equivalent of telenovelas (because no WAY does Herm’s grandma NOT watch telenovelas and soap operas at home, that man is INVESTED). Again, Herm kinda finds himself. After he realized he was trans he kinda shoved everything feminine away (as much as he could, at least), so doing this is healing a part of him. Healthy masculinity.
But Herm’s favorite part is when Janelle shows Herm her collection of romance novels. Herm takes me as the type of guy that would love reading if he was able to, and he gets super excited, then gets super sad that he doesn’t wanna touch any of the pages. Janelle is like ??? I’ll just read to you?? And Herm is elated. It becomes a routine quickly. Their own little book club. They still practice gymnastics and ballet together, of course. It actually greatly affects both their success rates- and I’d imagine they’d develop a pretty strong synergy because of how fucking hard they are to hit.
(As scary as Coupé is originally, she’s fucking adorable once you put her on your team. I couldn’t find the original line- but I know she says something about never having friends before the z-team, in the game. I have a hard time choosing between Coupé and Sonar because Janelle is adorable, she’s this badass assassin, and I love her relationship with Colm. Victor is funny and all, and don’t get me wrong- I love him- but he is a bit of a man child. He definitely makes your run funnier though. “Robert. Did you take my stapler?”)
in 2019 i tried to redesign all 144 god tiers and gave up 90 in, heres yours!
and! funnily enough, you happen to have the same god tier as my friend so i ended up drawing a rough 2024 version
Oh dude WHAT this is so sick‼️‼️
Thanks so much for sharing,, this is actually so cool. Also props to you for getting 90 in, that’s a crazy amount of work
OH MY GOD. The worms. I just got hit by a truck of worms.
Ok. everyone knows Waterboy clutches like all the time. Also, Waterboy played trumpet, but the spit valve was an issue. What if he was a hobby-seeker as a kid because of his powers limiting him? What if he’s agile as fuck because he used to be in gymnastics?
STAY WITH ME.
Because as far as I’ve heard it’s like riding a bike- it kinda stays with you. He could totally do gymnastics- given his powers don’t interfere with that much. Especially with some practice, he could stop slipping on his puddles.
Stay. With. Me.
Everyone also knows abt how popular the hc of trans Hermy is. What if. He was put in gymnastics as a kid because it’s a traditionally feminine sport, and he just like. Excelled at it. And that’s how he clutches all the time- because he’s a fucking gymnast.
He still really likes it but training is expensive as fuck (especially for him- as someone who’s lived in.. not so great money conditions, I beg of you to look at his little place with his grandma. They are not rich). So he practices when he can and missions are a great little way for him to do that.
If I manage to find + unpack my old sketchbooks should I make a post featuring some of my old homestuck drawings
Thinking about Robert and him curling up in the mech suit because it was more home than an apartment ever was.
Sometimes I wonder if he goes in there because it smells like his father- id imagine him having mixed feelings after Royd changes out the interior, because now there’s a sense of detachment. The thing keeping him tied to the suit isn’t so tangible anymore. It’s also so, so much more lonely.
I see him sm. Because sure, he had good moments. Moments where he was actually his dad. Where Mecha Man wasn’t so.. Mecha Man. But those good moments are needles in a haystack, and they hurt like needles, too.
So sure, maybe Robert might curl up in the seat of the Mech as a teen. 15, young, alone in that hunk of metal that felt more solid than his father ever did. Maybe it’s a safe place for him- the habit carrying over until he’s an adult. If not in the pilot seat, then curled up in the suit’s lap. Eating shitty food with his hoodie on, watching YouTube on his phone. Trying to ignore the chill of the metal even through his clothes.
Pretending.