#human lil hal

[moldsporr]

Experimenting w vibes n colors n shit idk... I like sad hal. And I like conceptofjoy hal. I'm not tagging tho

[deathdirk]

Some random doodles, i’ll probably make a whole stalker hal (my au thing idfk?) post later

[ottomatton]

requests yes pls, can we see hall in aloha shirts

nothing would make me happier

[lu-is-not-ok]

Humanstuck Hal-dirk fusion? Or Hal-Davesprite

Two tired boys. One is frustrated 24/7, the other thinks you have a 99.9% chance of talking bullshit.

[bowtiestash]

he’s good..................................

[ask-ooc-lil-hal]

This is a big mistake, but send in your asks anyways.

[timaeusresponds]

Sorry for riceposting anyway hal in a post-game human body being insistent on sleeping alone just to suffer the consequences of his life before that point in the form of Bad Dreams. Or any Dream at All. He hasn’t been able to do that ever, before he was the code he was Dirk with a dreamself on Derse, where sleeping just meant picking up where his split consciousness left off and getting shit done there. Then he was code that never rested.

Now he’s waking up alone in bed after another dream of drowning in an infinite ocean with the water-distorted faces of his old friends beyond the surface just to stare into the dark of his barely furnished room with the deep sense of isolation he felt as a kid knotting into his stomach and he has to bite the bullet and go seek comfort.

Dirk’s a light sleeper, though, and there’s still pride at stake. Hal creeps in his room as quiet as he can but the moment his hand touched the door knob, Dirk’s eyes were open and he was waiting. Hal doesn’t even get the door shut.

“If you’re coming to put a pillow over my face, you need to be quieter than that.”

And what can he say? ‘Yeah dude sorry I’m trying to kill you and did a bad job’ is less embarrassing than ‘i had a bad dream and i need you right now,’ but it also isn’t true and Hal isn’t conscious enough to argue when Dirk inevitably takes the facetiousness as genuine. He’s too busy hemming and hawing over a response to notice he’s been quiet for too long, eyes wide in the dark as he stares at Dirk and lingers by the closed door, shoulders hunched and his blanket hanging on by will alone. His lack of swift retort is a dead giveaway to his floundering emotional state and as much as some nagging part of Dirk thinks he should sink his teeth in here because he knows Hal would if the roles were reversed, he just relents and lets it go. Hal looks pathetic.

“Standing in my bedroom in the dark uninvited doesn’t paint a flattering angle, dude. What’s up.” The olive branch is tucked in at the end of the statement, a spot where he can deny it as a worried remark and paint it as impatient. That’s if Hal even has the wherewithal to say some bullshit about the ‘inherently embarrassing nature of Dirks misplaced concern-‘

“Can you move over.” It’s not asking for help— honestly, it’s barely asking at all. His tone’s a stiff command, and while Dirk’s instinct is to put up an immediate fight, it’s too fucking late to sit here and argue with him about this. So he moves. There’s some shifting covers and some rolled eyes, but there’s a spot carved out for Hal in the bed. A sequence of words Dirk felt some degree of discomfort about.

Hal doesn’t thank him. He never does. Instead, he shambles from the door to the bed, his blanket dragging on the floor behind him, hardwood shifting under the weight. There’s a slight creak in the bedframe as the short-notice guest props a knee onto the mattress and clambers in on top of the comforter— it’d be going way too far to get under. It’s already humiliating, but under the all-consuming weight of being viewed in a vulnerable light, Hal isn’t nearly as focused on what brought him here in the first place. It’s working. In a way.

He doesn’t get close to Dirk either. He stays at the far edge on his back, looking up in the dark at the ceiling, if not solely to avoid seeing the other drill holes in his head from the other side of the bed. The silence that follows it is heavy, and Hal waits for the anticipation to be broken. Dirk’s predictability proves itself in under three minutes.

“You’re going to get cold.” Dirk says it flatly, intentionally devoid of the gnawing concern.

“I’m fine.” Hal’s first words mirror the tone easily, with the time given to garner some composure he’s back in the saddle of facade.

“If you wake me up moving the comforter around because you didn’t just listen, I’m making you leave.” It’s unclear even to himself if Dirk’s sentiment is serious.

“It’s a good thing I won’t be doing that, then, isn’t it.” It’s similarly vague whether Hal says it because he’s serious or if it’s an attempt to end the conversation where it is. Dirk doesn’t prod to find out, heaving a sigh and rolling to face away, an act of mercy to the both of them, sparing the awkwardness of being visible.

The weight of another body in the bed is disconcerting, or maybe distinctly electrifying, and both of them have to parse out whether the stiffness in the space between them is because of the minor disagreement or due to the kind of yearning a decade and a half without any touching brings on. Neither of them do anything about it to find out, and within a decent block of ten minutes the late hour trumps the distraction of conflicting feelings and Dirk is out cold.

He wakes up one more time, a half hour later, to Hal tugging the covers and moving the whole fucking bed as he tries to get under them.

He doesn’t kick him out because the hassle outweighs the benefit. That’s the only reason.

[timaeusresponds]

Also because neither of them have ever had a goddamn roommate or any real socialization, you bet your ass Hal and Dirk are the least mannered motherfuckers.

Like there should probably be an understanding that you should Knock Before Entering someone’s space, but it just does not register to Hal. He will announce his presence by opening the door. If you’re not doing anything indecent it shouldn’t matter, because there’s nothing to be ‘caught’ in the midst of, so why are you complaining.

Dirk gets better about Knocking because Hal has bestowed upon him the personal experience of having someone barge the fuck in, but he doesn’t give Hal that grace because Hal sucks and it’s only fair he also experience the agony of abrupt personal space interruption.

Sharing is also so cool and not at all hard to adjust to. Resource insecure childhood, food being a hard thing to come by regularly. Any group meal is a nightmare, trying to sneak a fry off Dirk’s plate is like sticking your hand voluntarily into the path of a helicopters blades. Like well, if you’re fast and discreet, you might get One Whole Fry. If you’re just a touch too conspicuous and slow, you might lose a finger.

If he doesn’t do an instinctive physical reaction there’s that uncomfortable ‘you did something you thought was funny that upset your friend and was not funny to them’ part where Dirk is stifling the Displeasure and not making it a big deal while like. Locking his jaw and getting reserved.

I think for all Dirk’s self policing, remembering to research proper etiquette and manners was not something he clocked needing to do until it was MADE evident as an issue. He has common decency, closing doors after being the last to enter, not busting in a goddamn bathroom with someone in there, but the basics of ‘people dont like when you just come into their space’ and ‘close the door when you change maybe’ are just not there for him.

Hal has common decency too, except when it comes to Dirk specifically. He will enter the bathroom when Dirk is in the shower (‘ive seen it all anyway, stop getting shy on me’), ignoring personal boundaries (‘if you didnt want me in your room, you should have locked the door’) and ownership of items (‘well if the last slice was yours, you should have said something.’ ‘If that soda was yours, you should have put your name on it’). He has never had a meaningful boundary put between him and Dirk *ever,* he isn’t about to start understanding that now.

He could see Dirk whenever he wanted in the shades. He could rifle through Dirk’s computer. Talk to his friends. He was interchangeable with Dirk; he cannot let all that go.