Usually Dirk could work through multiple days in his workshop without needing sleep. He should sleep, as Lil’ Hal routinely reminded him, but if he could still work and function at a moderate level why should he sleep? John was fully capable of taking care of himself and had already gone down to the workshop a few times to check in on Dirk--which was unnecessary.
Dirk was fine.
Maybe he had to stop a few more times than normal, but that could’ve just been because the project was more difficult (which it was).
That must’ve been it. Just a higher difficulty.
Yeah...
That was why John heard a rather loud thump from downstairs as if something had fallen off a shelf. Dirk was quite meticulous about his positioning of projects so surely something hadn’t fallen...right?
Floating down the stairs (because who needs to walk when you’re a god?) John realized all sound but the constant buzzing of Hal’s main computer had stopped. This was quite concerning.
Rushing now, John burst through the workshop door to a fairly surprising sight. Dirk had collapsed on the floor and Hal’s screen was blinking a faint red of new messages, a mix of trying to get Dirk’s attention and self-flagellation for not noticing his declining state sooner.
Shaking his head, John checked his boyfriend’s pulse and breathing and moved to carry him upstairs to the couch. He regretted not checking on him sooner or at least asking Hal to be more persistent. He probably should’ve gone down to check his water bottle and make sure he ate recently. Dirk tended to neglect basic needs when he was absorbed in a project and had to be reminded of such when zoned in.
With an affectionate “You’re so stupid sometimes,” John deposited Dirk onto the couch--making sure he’d be comfortable when he came back to the land of the waking. John knew Dirk wouldn’t say anything was off, but he’s learned to pick up on his boyfriend’s tells.
With Dirk properly situated on the couch, John sighed and turned back to his movie.
Dirk needed to run diagnostics he needed to check the board check the code make sure it ran needed to answer Hal needed to needed to needed to--
He needed to get off the couch?
Dirk needed to get off the couch. Or at the very least put his shades back on, seeing as they’ve fallen off somewhere between being put on the couch and shooting awake. Hal didn’t seem impressed to be ignored for so long as John wasn’t responding to him and Dirk was incapacitated. He was very worried about his creator, no matter how much he tried to hide it.
Looking around, Dirk noticed a note telling him John was at work and going to be picking a few things up on his way back. The note also mentioned that Dirk should drink some water, but he quickly disregarded that as he tried to stand up--and promptly fell back onto the couch.
Fighting a wave of dizziness, Dirk looked longer at the side table and noticed a very smiley-sticker’d up water bottle waiting for him right within grabbing distance. Smiling faintly, Dirk sent a mental thanks to his wonderful boyfriend as he drank about half the bottle in one go before laying back down and waiting for John to get back to properly thank him.
[Image: a pen drawing of Kankri from the shoulders up, wearing a turtleneck sweater and whistle around his neck. He faces to the right with a heavy eyelids and a eyebrows low, ears pinned back and down, an expression that could be dark or hard/determined or could just annoyed and tired. He says: “We were supposed to build something better.” End image description.]
A very tired, almost-ten, post-game AU Kankri.
Welcome to my blog here have seventeen slightly different pictures of Kankri and the Signless at the same angle ahahahahah... (Very slightly different version under the cut.)
[Image: exactly the same drawing, but with a couple wrinkles in the forehead. If anything, it makes him look older and a little less composed. End image description.]
I added like two lines and couldn’t decide which I like better. I think I like that top one more, though, but here, take this.
imagine that post-sburb john has nightmares almost every night and he wakes up from them crying and screaming
now imagine that dave is there to sing him the most sentimental song he knows, that song being “bubbly” by colbie calliat, and that even though john thinks it’s a really cheesy song it calms him down anyway
going off things like this, i like to think about what each kids symbol is supposed to mean then, like what is each god assiociated with and worshipped for?
Jane for Health and Jade for good crops
John for good weather and Jake for hope, dreams (pray to The Page and your dream will come true)
Dirk for fighting spirit and Dave for peace and calm times or protection (The Knight fought for what he wanted to protect, but soon grew tired of conflict and now lives peacefully, while The Prince continues to fight and inspire soldiers, having been revived from death twice and continued to fight)
Rose for knowledge (Pray to the Seer and may you pass your tests) Roxy is The Mother that continued the troll race. (pray to The Thief, The Mother, before attempting to get pregnant)
and then the 12 troll gods.
Pray to the crab knight for calm and strong bonds between people
Pray to the ram maid to safely transport passed loved ones onto the next life
Pray to the bull page for courage
Pray to the bee mage for safety in tragedies
Pray to the cat rogue for successful romantic relationships
Pray to the Mother Grubs caretaker, the slyph, to take care of new grubs/prosperity of the troll race
Pray to the dragon seer when in a tough situation to make the right choices.
Pray to the spider thief for good luck, wealth
Pray to the horse heir for strength
The seagoat bard, apostle to the Lord and Muse, mostly worshipped by those few who still speak of the chuckle voodoos, the mirthful messiahs- Pray to him for miracles in hopeless situations
Pray to the seahorse prince when you are alone, He will give you strength to keep going.
Pray to the horrorterror witch to protect you while out at sea
i really really like the idea of this man
EDIT: i forgot tz somehow but a friend caught it REBLOG THIS ONE INSTEAD
You’re not entirely sure of the details, but you know that when you all won and entered the next universe, people and their alternate selves got smooshed together.
More or less successfully, from what you can tell – everyone you’ve talked to so far (which is to say, John and Karkat) just has more memories than they did before. Doomed timeline selves, dream bubbles, and all that crap. You have yourself some extra memories, too – quite a fucking lot of them, actually, considering the number of dead Daves that ended up happening. Davesprite is the main offender, of course – not only is there the months he spent as a doomed timeline Dave, but there’s also two entire versions of him that spent a fair chunk of time on a Prospitian battleship, even if one of them got blown up with pre-retcon John on LOWAS pretty early on.
You return your attention to your God Tier gift of gab thing. In the absence of all the awesome shit that once graced your Sylladex, it’s pretty much the only means of communication currently available. It’s slightly freaky, in that it sounds like speech if you speak it, but you can also kind of compose your words just by thinking about them as well, and it comes through like speech on the other side.
Dave: what about your mom, does she remember being Nannasprite
John: yeah, she does! All the years on the ship and everything! It’s really cool.
John: Do you remember being Davesprite?
Dave: yeah
Dave: both versions
Dave: feathery identity crisis and all
Dave: you have my respect for putting up with that guy for three years, Egbert, is all im saying
John: hehehehe :B
John: Davesprite was cool! He just got a bit pissy sometimes
Dave: understatement of the fucking century, but whatever
Dave: so, your mom nanna
Dave: has she developed any sudden hankerings for pie wars
Dave: because i had more than enough of that when i was Davesprite
Dave: there are only so many fucking pies you can take to the face and stay sane
John: Er. She didn’t say? I hope she doesn’t start that thing again!
John: considering the whole batterwitch brainwashing thing, I think we should probably stage an intervention if she tries to bake anything ever again, so hopefully it won’t come to that?
John: …Dave! Oh my god. What if the Batterwitch exists in this universe as well?
John: that would be the worst thing
John: the worst!
John: I don’t know if I could deal with that!
Dave: calm your tits Egbert, we dont even know if Earth is still a thing yet let alone the batterwitch
Dave: but considering this is meant to be a reward universe or something she might not exist
John: if this reward universe has the Batterwitch in it I’ll have to take it up with the frog, because that’s not okay!
Dave: well she was basically troll hitler right? have you asked any of the trolls if they know whats going down?
John: Kanaya is with Jade, trying to figure out what’s outside of the Medium
John: mostly all the god tiers are arguing
John: it’s probably a good thing we’re all stuck on our lands because we don’t know if we can die yet and trolls are kinda violent and I think some people might be dead by now if they were all in the same room
Dave: no kidding
Dave: and its all of them, right? Not just the ones who were actually alive, but the dream bubble ghosts and all the ancestors and shit, im pretty sure Karkat said that that was a thing
John: yeah that’s totally a thing! They’re not all god tier though so not sure how that works
John: I mean, have you even looked at the sky? There are so many planets crammed around Skaia that you can actually see them
John: vriska is trying to fly to the planet closest to hers actually. I hope she doesn’t suffocate. I know we could fly in space before and not die but that might not be true any more.
Dave: it would tell us if our god tiers still count for anything
Dave: if it still has to be just/heroic or if it can just be random stupidity too
Dave: look bro. have you heard anything from nepeta
John: um, no?
John: she never got a god tier!
John: I think some of the troll god tiers contacted her but I haven’t heard anything
John: why?
Dave: its like this
Dave: i remember being Davesprite and I also remember turning into Davepetasprite^2
Dave: i dont feel like Davepetasprite^2, but she might, and its just a bit weird to think that there might be a cat troll with bird dave tendencies out there
Dave: i dont feel like i have any cat troll tendencies so probably not but you never know
John: I didn’t think of that! Maybe you should try contacting her to ask?
Dave: nah, its cool.
Dave: i can just ask Dirk if he remembers being his auto responder equius sprite thing
Dave: i honestly have trouble keeping track of the sprite bullshit that went down towards the end
Dave: shit, Rosesprite was a thing as well, wasnt she
John: yeah, she was totally a thing! :P She was part Jaspers. I wonder if she’s like Jade now
John: you know, kind of part cat
John: ...wait, dave
John: if you were Davesprite, are you part bird now?
Dave: Rose is gabbing me, talk later
John: you totally are aren’t y-
You stop gabbing at John and his voice cuts off mid-sentence.
Rose wasn’t actually gabbing at you, but you think it might be a good idea to rectify that.
You start gabbing at Rose. Or you try to, but she beats you to it.
Rose: So, brother dear. How are you finding your new feathers?
Dave: oh my god Lalonde
Dave: where do you even get this shit
Dave: and also hello, by the way, welcome to the new universe and all, im fine, thanks for asking
Rose: You do actually have feathers, then?
Dave: fuck you
Rose: So vulgar. I do apologise for not contacting you sooner, though. I have been coordinating universal search efforts between our two space players. My Seer abilities could stand to be more developed, but I seem to be effective in narrowing their search.
Rose: They seem to have found some promising star systems to search now, though, so they should be fine for a while.
Rose: So, to business: I assume I’m not the only one with some spritely new features?
Dave: so you’re a catgirl now, or what
Rose: More or less. The changes are similar to what Jade experienced, I suppose. I have the cat ears and fur, as well as a tail, though I’m not certain that Jade has her own tail. Being so feline is something of a novel experience.
Rose: yourself?
You look at yourself, and yeah, this shit probably isn’t going to change any time soon.
Dave: ok
Dave: well to be honest im a lot less feathery than Davesprite was
Dave: but thats not saying much
Dave: i have years of memory worth of being part bird though so its not exactly a new experience for me
Rose: Of course. I imagine you and Jade will be the best accustomed to being part animal. Are you part troll now, though? I know quite well that one of the Davesprites became Davepetasprite^2. It thoroughly annoyed Rosesprite at the time.
Dave: nah. Seems like the sprite bits that were actually people merged with the other versions of themselves. i remember being Davepetasprite^2 but not being Nepeta or Nepetasprite.
Dave: and thank jegus for that
Rose: Indeed. I’m sure that being part bird is more than enough, without being part female troll as well.
Dave: word
Rose: I notice that you haven’t mentioned precisely how avian your current appearance is.
Dave: …
Dave: yeah
Dave: ill get back to you on that
Dave: you go do your space player guiding shit, let me know if there are any actual life-supporting planets out there
You stop gabbing at Rose before she can get too pushy.
You sit listening to the mechanical hum of the clockwork that, being kind of your land’s thing, completely surrounds your abode. Then you bite the bullet and head for the bathroom, wherein can be found the only serviceable mirror in the house. And you stare a bit.
You are clad in your god tier pyjamas, which are just as red and stupidly comfortable as always. They seem fundamentally connected to powers, so it doesn’t surprise you that they made the trans-universe trip when nothing else did, not even your shades. The sight of your red eyes is almost as unfamiliar to you as it is to other people. You have the captchalogue code for the original aviators fucking memorised, though, so as long as alchemy is still a thing you should be fine.
The rest of the bullshit is simultaneously far more familiar than your eyes and far less. Because you got used to being a feathery bastard when you were Davesprite, but when you were Davesprite you also got used to being a sprite, and all that entails. Like being an eye searing, incandescent shade of orange. And not having anything except an ectoplasmic tail thing where your lower abdomen and legs should be. And not really that much physical sensation either, if you’re going to be completely honest with yourself.
You are no longer an eye searing, incandescent shade of orange. You have legs, and your junk seems to be intact. Your fingernails are pretty much talons now, all black and curved and pretty damn sharp. Your toe-talons put them to shame, but your magical god tier shoes seem to be dealing okay. You’re not completely covered in feathers the way Davesprite was, but they sort of sprout in your hair and fall around your neck a bit, maybe your shoulders, but you’d have to strip to be able to tell properly. Your cape seems to be very carefully arranged in that general region because, uh.
Wings, motherfuckers.
Fucking wings.
You stare at them in the mirror. They twitch slightly but pretty much stay the fuck where they are, folded neatly against your back. You think they’re probably not going anywhere, no more than the feathers or the freaky fingertalons are. You can actually feel them, when you focus on them. Like you can feel sensation in your feet or face or whatever, and as you realise this, you realise that the feathers near the left wing elbow thing are kind of itchy, and you have to restrain an alarmingly reflexive sort of preening motion.
As Davesprite, you spent more time than you care to remember secretly preening your many many feathers where John and Jade couldn’t see you. You knew they’d mock you relentlessly for your feathery asshole instincts.
But see, the thing is, you never really paid much attention to your wings when you were Davesprite. Sure, they were there, and you could fly faster than most sprites could because of them, but…they were just kind of there? They weren’t all heavy and itchy and sensitive like these bastards.
Nonetheless, it is the easiest thing in the world to abruptly stretch the wing out. It’s kind of alarming to watch in the mirror, actually. The thing is fucking huge and it runs out of bathroom space before it gets much more than half opened, alula feathers bumping on the shower cubicle.
You captchalogue the mirror and head to the roof. Seems like your place is pretty much in the state it was when you entered the game, way back when. After taking a moment to confirm the workings of the alchemiter and its many attachments, you slap your shades onto your face with relief, and then get down to business. You use the mirror code and make a fucking huge mirror with it, which you then captchalogue and then deploy sort of propped against the air conditioning unit.
You strip your cape off, which is easy enough even though it’s mostly bunched between your wingshoulders. The shirt is harder, because it has four limb holes now and you’re not used to wing-accommodating apparel. Finally, though, you captchalogue ½ Knight of Time Outfit and stand before the fucking huge mirror, flaunting your shirtlessness for any local nakkodiles that may be inclined to peep on you. Fuck the nakkodiles, though, you’re here to inspect the extent of your birdiness. So, you unfurl the wings, and it actually feels pretty good to stretch them properly.
You stare at the reflection of you and your unfurled wings for at least thirty seconds.
You know that American culture was always pretty fond of the whole wing thing, probably on account of all that religious history and angels and all, but you personally always found angel movies fucking hilarious. Or, pretty much any movie that tried to give someone some majestic feathery wings. If it was a demon or monster with twisted and unnatural looking wings, that could turn out fairly cool, but whenever someone came out with angelic white/gold/whatever feathery flappers? Shit was hilarious. You just could not take a guy with wings seriously. It was just so stupid.
You stare at your own large feathery flappers. They’re pretty imposing. They take up a lot of space. You reckon that your wingspan is at least twice your height. You reckon that they’re mostly white, but they could be sort of light blonde like your hair. It’s hard to tell, when the heated red of LOHAC’s atmosphere casts itself all over them. As far as wings go, they’re well-proportioned and pretty cool looking. But as awesome as wings are, when they’re attached to a dude, even an awesome dude such as yourself…
You continue to stare at yourself. You try to avoid snorting at yourself and fail.
The sight of your reflection, displaying these huge maybe-white feathery flappers stretched out majestic as all fuck, is probably the gayest thing you’ve ever seen. You might struggle to take yourself seriously from now on, because wings, for god’s sake.
So, my first go at Homestuck fandom. Probably a oneshot.
THE NEXUS, currently recruiting, several slots open - at the moment, mainly looking for Kanaya, Jane, and Jake.
The Game is over. But their job isn’t done. Now they have to protect what they saved.
If you’re interested in:
-a “post-game godstuck” msparp paragraph RP
-an RP that interacts with a dice-based system that requires a fair amount of player contribution and effort
-an RP that features an in-depth exploration of the Homestuck setting and cosmology, including the nature of the twelve Aspects and the mechanics underpinning the Game
-please note that the RP has already started, so please be willing to get caught up and fit yourself into things! Anyone interested in Kanaya should understand that she has already done major things in the game’s story and you will need to take those actions on if you want to apply.
