#Con Heir

[derseprinceoftbd]

Some observations on the meta of Homestuck shipping, with the understanding that I'm not saying any of these ships weren't/aren't around in the old/new eras, just marking their most dominant periods, also Spider8reath was pretty big in the Act 1-5 era, but, as I've said, *very* different, also these aren't meant to match 1-1 in their niches

[davekat-sucks]

Spiderbreath is the only Vriska ship that i like.

Not being delusional, I really believe that John would make Vriska grow as a person and change her worldview. No, she wouldn't be a saint, just a slightly better person

[vriskaxjohn]

im going to Walmart anybody want anything

[derseprinceoftbd]

I need elaboration on 24 and 22

first time homestuck reader in 2024 moodboard

[theoppositeofprofound]

I saw a poll the other day that made me think about Finrod, because people were (correctly) criticizing the instinct to reduce him down to a pretty, shiny, no-thoughts, certified kissboy. Which he isn’t—but it’s also become a stereotype because it’s a flattening of a much more nuanced representation of Beleriand era Finrod as someone for whom the plumage is a tool and a threat display, who intensely overinvests himself in the people around him because somewhere in the back of his mind is the knowledge that everyone here is doomed (him especially). I think the exuberance and easy attachment and delight in what is beautiful now can be in character when it’s underpinned with wisdom so sharp he keeps cutting himself on it. There are some distinct depressed philosophy student vibes to the Nargothrond period and if there’s one thing a philosopher can do it’s tactical psyche-preserving hedonism.

[tackletofset]

YES, the Lady bred her bloodline with the intention that they would die as sacrificial lambs and be a meatsuit for her undead Criston Cole Champion.

I said those things on twt a year ago

But instead a bunch of freaks (all katherine haters) called me a "miS0gYniSt🤪" for simply stating a fact

You know what's misogynistic? Hating on Katherine because she's a soft femme girl.

I dislike the Lady because of her hypocrisy. In fact, the Lady were a man I'd hate her a billion times more, and if Sarcean were a woman (Femcean supremacy!!! I hc him as genderqueer tbh) I'd stan him a zillion times more.

[glow-worms-are-believers]

In the name of love (and gossip) dc x dp

The day had been going normally. Tim had been having breakfast with Cass when Bruce walked in bleary-eyed with a grunt in greeting as he went for the coffee machine. He and Damian has stayed out later than usual yesterday night, as a concession for the fact they couldn't patrol due to tonight's charity gala. Damian was currently staying with Jon, and would be sleeping at the Kent's for a sleepover night.

"Mr. Fenton will be in attendance for tonight's gala," Alfred said as he walked into the kitchen.

Bruce look up so quick, Tim swore he heard his neck crack. "Danny's coming?"

"Indeed, Master Bruce."

"Cat Grant is still on the guest list?"

"Yes, sir," Alfred answered dutifully.

"Perfect," Bruce said as he let a smile stretch across his face before he stood up. "I have some errands to run, I'll see you tonight," he said as he swept outside of the room.

Tim frowned at the strange behaviour before he turned towards Cass who just shrugged and went back to her breakfast.

"Who's Danny?" Tim asked Alfred as he stood up to get himself another cup of coffee.

"Mr. Fenton and Master Bruce were quite close when they were younger. The media went so far as to call them childhood sweethearts," Alfred started as he swapped out the espresso pod Tim had gotten out of the pantry for a decaf one, which had the teen pouting. "When Master Bruce disappeared for his 'backpacking trip through Europe', Mr. Fenton became distressed and made quite a fuss, going so far as offering a reward for information. Eventually, Mr. Fenton acquired a daughter and mostly retired from the public eye." Alfred paused before letting the corner of his lip curl up ever so slightly. "Still, when Master Bruce returned, there was apparently a very explosive and very public confrontation between the two of them. I am told it involved a good amount of tears and shouting."

"Tears?" Tim asked incredulously. Were they talking about the same emotionally-repressed man?

"Just so," Alfred answered with a nod. "They met up a few times since, but it has been a long time since Mr. Fenton was in town. I imagine tonight's gala will be very interesting."

This was disappointingly boring, Tim thought to himself as he sat by the drinks table. Everything had gone as usual, with schmoozing left and right while Bruce charmed the pants off the Gotham elite. Tim sighed. He didn't even have Dick to joke with, since he was on a mission off-planet. Just as he was considering calling Steph to allay his mounting boredom, a hush fell onto the ballroom. All heads turned towards the entrance, where Tim could see a man looking to be in his early-to-mid-thirties walking in with a young woman who bore him a striking resemblance. Both of them were quite attractive and looking very dapper in their obviously high-quality clothes but that didn't justify the crowd's reaction.

In the ensuing silence their arrival had caused, Bruce's greeting of "Danny," seemed very loud. The answering, "Bruce," was just as loud and the two exchanged a charged look and a nod before they both turned away from one another in concert.

Sound gradually came back to its previous level, but now Tim was intrigued. He grabbed a few hors-d'oeuvres and shoved them on a plate as he swerved between guests until he could get up to the balconies, for a better vantage point.

This was the batkids' favourite hideouts during galas, as it was great for making fun of some particularly snobbish guests. Tonight, it would serve for spying on the mysterious Danny.

As the night progressed, Tim noticed both Danny and Bruce giving each other longing looks when the other wasn't looking. On one occasion, Bruce even left a sentence unfinished as he caught sight of Danny, before he shook himself out of it and apologized. His conversation partners just looked at each other with gazes charged with meaning as they brushed off the apology.

At some point, Tim noticed Danny excusing himself from the conversation before he walked out of the ballroom. A moment later, Bruce did the same and followed him out. Tim polished off the last of the appetizer before getting himself back down.

He walked out cautiously, looking around for the two men when he heard voices coming from one of the smaller adjacent hallways. As he crept closer, he chanced a look around the corner to see Bruce and Danny talking to each other. He walked in closer to get a better view, only to quickly duck out of view when Bruce looked in his direction.

As Tim walked back further into the hidden nook, he had to stop himself from shrieking when he came into contact with a body.

"Yo," whispered who Tim now recognized as Ellie, Danny's daughter holding a cup of the punch and looking very relaxed.

"Hi?" Tim whispered back still trying to calm down his beating heart. "What are you doing her-"

"Shhh," she interrupted him, as she looked towards the two men. "They're getting to the good part."

Tim followed her lead and turned his attention back towards the two men.

"... I just wonder sometimes, what could've been," Danny looked into the distance wistfully, before he turned back towards Bruce, longing in his eyes.

"It's not too late," Bruce said passionately as he took the other man's hands. "We can still try again."

"No, Bruce." Danny took his hands away reluctantly, as if the very action was painful. "We're no longer the people we used to be." Then, he smiled, aching and fragile before continuing. "We have different lives now, there's no use clinging to the past."

"Danny please," said Bruce as he raised his hand to cup the other man's cheek tenderly. With a wretched sigh, Danny's resistance seemed to break as he let himself nuzzle into the larger man's palm, looking as if he couldn't help himself from seeking its warmth.

"Well, I'm up," Ellie breathed out before downing her cup. "Wish me luck!" she said as she walked off before Tim could get a chance to hold her back.

"Dad!" she called out loudly, as if completely oblivious to the atmosphere.

Danny tore himself away from Bruce's grasp guiltily as he turned towards his rapidly approaching daughter.

"Ellie," Danny said as he visibly collected himself. "What are you doing here?"

"The party was boring so I went to find you." She pouted. Then, as if just noticing the man, she exclaimed, "Mr. Wayne! We didn't have the chance to talk earlier, it's been so long!"

"Hello, Ellie," Bruce answered back warmly, despite looking still a little raw around the edges. "You've grown a lot since I last saw you."

"Well, I sure hope so," Ellie said jokingly. "It's been what, five years?"

"Yes, it has," Bruce answered, but he was looking at Danny who was doing his best to avoid Bruce's pleading gaze.

"If you're tired of the party already, why don't we go home early?" Danny suggested studiously avoiding the other man's eye.

"Really? We can go?" Ellie asked hopefully.

"Yes, sweetie," Danny said as he ruffled his daughter's head playfully.

"Dad! My hair!" she whined, as she patted it back in place. "Alright, give me a minute to get my bag, then we can go."

With that she started turning away before she stopped herself and turned back towards Bruce. "You should come visit us sometime, Mr. Wayne! Dad wouldn't say it but he misses you." With that, she turned with a twirl of fabric and started walking towards the ballroom. Danny ran a hand through his hair as he sighed.

"You missed me?" Bruce asked, one part teasing and one part hopeful.

"You know I have," Danny looked up at the taller man, sounding defeated yet fond.

"I missed you too," Bruce breathed out as he brought his face closer and closer, until their lips were almost brushing-

"Mr. Wayne!" A voice came from the ballroom.

The spell broke and once again, the two men separated.

"I have to go," Danny mumbled as he took the chance to extirpate himself and start back in the same direction his daughter had gone.

"Danny, wait!" Bruce got out. "Could I really come visit you?" he stuttered out breathlessly.

Danny stopped, but didn't turn around as he answered in a voice clearly rough with emotions. "You'll always be welcome, Bruce. You know that." And then, he walked away.

Bruce kept his eyes glued onto Danny's departing back, until the other man's figure was swallowed in the crowd and disappeared. The sigh he let out was full of melancholy, but when he looked up again, his gaze was determinate. A beat later, he followed Danny into the ballroom.

Tim stayed where he was for a moment, just contemplating everything, before he started to move, but before he could come out of hiding, there was a movement in front of him. Freezing in place, he looked on as Cat Grant came out of what seemed to be her very own hiding spot. She looked around for any witness before she too snuck back towards the ballroom. Tim let his head hit the wall behind him.

What the hell had just happened.

[derseprinceoftbd]

FEMINIZATION FIT

Round 1: John's Vriska's Outfit vs. Blue Outfit

Submitters of the John's Vriska's Outfit say: "It's Vriska's outfit, therefore it is the best"

[marzipanthots]

The final confrontation part 3

( ahem there is a little 🌶️ 😳) going forward. -> ( NON OF THIS CANON ITS ALL MY DELUSIONS 🤝🏻💓)

CHECK OUT THE REST OF THE PAGES <3

Part 1 https://www.tumblr.com/marzipanthots/739088900268621824/final-confrontation

part 2 https://www.tumblr.com/marzipanthots/739089572371316736/the-final-confrontation-part-2-part-1

Part 3 https://www.tumblr.com/marzipanthots/740247756195725312/the-final-confrontation-part-3-ahem-there-is-a

Part 4 -https://www.tumblr.com/marzipanthots/740936668818882560/the-final-confrontation-part-1

Part 5 - (FINAL CHAPTER/THE END)

https://www.tumblr.com/marzipanthots/740937005675003904/the-final-confrontation-part-1

Creative notes- YES THERE IS MORE

For now here is 3 pages 💓

But because I’m in school right now, I just don’t have as much time anymore😖😖😖

I spend 6-8 HOURS drawing anharion face and sarcean 💀💀💀 normally I spend 1-3 hours

Anyways, here’s my creative notes. You have the freedom to interpret what you like maybe this is there 6 round LAMAOOA or first time 🤭😳

In my HC sarcean is a doting lover and anharion doesn’t know how to express himself yet 👉🏻👈🏻

[marginal-notes]

Okay, so. No one needs to hear me out on this. I’m just saying. One day I’m going to crack and heave out all my biting commentary about Naruto gender and clan and lineage politics through the lens of an always-a-different-sex Kakashi fic or outline, and it’s just going to… exist… out there.

No one else gets changed, it’s just Kakashi, and it’s going to be a nightmare from start to finish that’s definitely also heavily tinged by my personal perspective on being agender aro ace.

[sforzesco]

Hello! I'm just curious about how Trebonius and Cassius operate around each other in your head. I love your thoughts on Trebonius as a sort of sledgehammer in the hands of others but does the same apply to Cassius? Is he a sledgehammer too, but also does he wield Trebonius in the same way?

nah, I’ve only ever framed Cassius and Trebonius as a sort of mutual conspiratorial seduction (or two people who got fucked over by Caesar coming together with the same goal), so neither one of them is wielding the other the way Crassus or Caesar used Trebonius. you can’t really do a good Roman conspiracy with hammers & both Cassius and Trebonius has their own conspiracies to Caesar, with Trebonius eventually joining Cassius’!

[derseprinceoftbd]

If you liked Spider8reath in 2011 you were probably a 16 year old straight boy and if you like it now you're probably a 29 year old transbian and yet they're probably not the same person, it's funny to think about

[davekat-sucks]

[potatoesandsunshine]

the newlywed game you can do in the circus of last days is sooo cute but i wish there were some way for gale to answer questions about taryn too :( ah the briefly visible limits of the format

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

Gary Gygax Day & National Intern Day

Person A is an apprentice for the innkeeper in a tavern, but when the tavern gets taken over by a tavern chain, Person A’s status gets relegated to ‘intern’ and their pay gets cut. Frustrated and upset with the chain tavern company and it’s capitalist greed, they decide to join an adventuring party who make a living of conning nobles by creating problems and then demanding the nobles pay them to get rid of the problem, which leads to Person A working on a scheme to pull the same con on the chain tavern corporation. But apparently one of their adventuring party is the heir to the same corporation they have a vendetta against, Person B, who is just trying to live a life free of the expectations of their super rich family.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

For some reason the scariest part of the Abyssal prince fic is the angry and disgusted lectors and heralds. I wouldn't dare come out of my room if an angry tall lector/herald was standing right outside oof

i actually think that makes sense!!! the Heralds and Lectors, while not allowed to hurt the reader, are a more constant physical presence in their new life and therefore seem more threatening than Tartaglia most of the time!! the Prince is usually off doing some duties or another so if reader interacts with anyone it's usually a Herald or a Lector who have nothing but disdain for the new member of the Abyssal Court

except Enjou because Enjou is amazing and lovely <33