#johnkri

[the-vviolet-prince]

I wich you would write... a Johnkri ? 8D

ooooooooooo thats a ship ive never heard of before! i made it pale johnkri i hope you dont mind ^^;;-----You had been wandering the dream bubbles for a while when you met him. You initially thought his lectures were, like, 80% of his personality and decided to try to be around him the least you could. You had already had to deal with Karkat's virtual yelling while still alive so you definitely didn't want to be around another troll who couldn't seem to shut up for even two seconds.But then you came across him one day, or night? You're not sure, time doesn't make a lot of sense in the dream bubbles, but anyway, you came across him while he wasn't giving some poor unsuspecting troll an earful. He seemed different then somehow, sadder. You decided that maybe he wasn't all talk after all.You decided to keep an eye out for him, becoming quite fascinated by him over time. You witness him lecturing those who appear to be his friends, or acquaintances at the very least. Most of them walk away in the middle of it, sometimes he chases after them to finish his lecture, but other times he seems to give up and looks dejected as he trudges along to a different bubble. Those latter instances hit you the hardest for some reason, they fill you with... pity? You're not quite sure but it hurts, makes you want to be his friend and comfort him. After observing him for a while you decide you need to know more, that you need to know the story behind things. The thought that you've been kinda more or less stalking him briefly crosses your mind but it's quickly dismissed. After all it's not like you have bad intentions, and you haven't exactly been following him around, you just observe him while he happens to be in the area. That's not creepy, right? But how are you going to find out more about him if you don't talk to him? So here you are, walking up to him to go and introduce yourself. He notices your presence and greets you, he seems a bit surprised, you think he might not be used to people actually walking up to him for a chat voluntarily. That thought makes you sad. Surely he can't be that bad, right? You return the greeting, introduce yourself and hold out your hand for a shake. He takes the handshake offer and introduces himself as Kankri Vantas, Karkat's dancestor. It makes sense why they seemed so alike now. The two of you begin talking a lot after that initial introduction and quickly become vast friends. He tells you about himself and vise versa. After getting to know him better and understanding his reasons for talking so much and about those certain topics you don't think he's annoying at all. In fact, you're more annoyed that you seem to be the first person to look at the person behind the lecture and you haven't even known him for that long. You don't know how much time has passed, but it seems like a long while. You and Kankri hang out a lot now, a few days ago (you think it's been a few but then again, the passing of time is weird here), he asked you to be his moirail. You didn't know what a moirail was exactly, even though Karkat had tried to explain it to you several times while you were alive, but when did you really ever listen to his yelling? You feel kinda bad about that now. Especially since you understand what moiraillegiance is after a lengthy but patient explanation from Kankri. Finally understanding what it is, you decide being moirails with him is something you're willing to try, after all you've got all the time in the universe to figure things out now. And who knows, this might be just what you both needed.

[frenchiefie]

I keep on taking my baby sisters crayola watercolours and making a bunch of pointless doodles like this

help me (Also, "is" is supposed to be "are". Apparently I am unable to grammar sob.)

[tumblngkori]

Homestuck sketch commissions at Ohayocon 2013.

[zeekappa]

Kankri/John! First crack pairing that popped into my head.

If John had to describe Kankri Vantas and everything he knew about him in one word, he would use the word ‘red’.

Even their first meeting stood out as a red flag against the blue and black of the LOWAS dungeon lobby, sparsely populated as it had been during Sburb’s closed beta testing phase. He’d been trying to get a group together, with the rest of his usual merry band-of-four doing non-internet things (ridiculous though the notion might be), when suddenly a lone racist slur from some jackass playing a stupidly unbalanced tank that nobody wanted on their team invited a phenomenon that would later become known as ‘the red miles’, named after one of the deadliest enemy attacks in the game.

Paragraphs upon paragraphs of retina-searing red text had flooded the general chat, speeding by so fast there was no way, John had foolishly told himself, that this was not some pre-prepared trolling lecture. The wall of text was, ironically, missing any kind of red thread or red herring, more focused on shoving as many buzzwords and trigger warnings down people’s throats than actually making any kind of coherent point to the extent that even after reading the entire thing twice, John wasn’t actually sure what any of it was about.

He’d been so impressed by the sheer ridiculousness of the whole thing that he’d promptly invited the new player to come along with him, never even mind that having a healer a good twenty levels lower than him tagging along would only cause him trouble and that approximately everyone else in the entire game avoided teaming up with him whenever he took Kankri along for anything. Three months later the two of them pairing up for quests had snuck around the corner and become a ‘thing’.

There was something magical about watching Kankri play the unwanted red knight to the unknowingly ignorant player caught red-handed saying something dumb enough to warrant them being subjected to the raging red miles of pseudo-patient tailchasing lectures that would leave his poor so-dubbed ‘students’ either red-cheeked in shame ready to droop off or seeing red with anger but unable to get a word in edgewise while the red letters kept rolling.

Kankri was the kind of person who took offense to everything, and John was the kind of person who took especially much pleasure in offending, but somehow their partnership managed to stick. John was there when Kankri’s frantic, rapid-speed typing managed to bust up his ‘b’ and ‘o’ keys, when the sgrub and sburb beta servers crashed so badly most of the data on it was corrupted and Kankri’s character was amongst the losses and when Kankri’s little brother discovered the internet, and the less than savory expansions of his vocabulary that came with that development. In turn, Kankri had vaguely attempted to be less involuntarily offensive when John hit a rough patch with his dad. Which was probably enough to make them friends.

Then John ran into a very short, very angry preteen, and suddenly the safety net of distance was uprooted herrings and all, and suddenly things had gotten tense under the weight of a possible meeting looming over their heads. What if they’d already met, known each other all along? It’d taken him a while to convince Kankri to let go of his strict internet rules and agree to meet up with him, just a few streets away from his school just to clear the tension from the air.

But when John walked into the cafe they agreed to use as their meeting spot and immediately caught sight of a red dot in a blue-tinted room, a single dude with carrot-red hair, a face-full of freckles and the most hideously bright red sweater he’d ever seen, he got the sudden feeling everything was going to be just fine. 

With a resolute grin he walked over to the table, shook Kankri’s hand buzz-ring first and sat back to let the red miles wash over him. When the server came to ask if they wanted anything to drink, he ordered tomato juice.

Kankri got offended.

[teshim-moved]

hi timblr user kankrivantas

johnkri is a ship