#John x June

[instantespanoramicos]

Fear the Walking Dead: 6x13 (JD) - 4x05 ("Laura")

Still not over this...

[virusmeds]

sorry for being inactive my dear followers, heres some homestuck characters spinning to make up to it!!

feel free to request some ships to do next with this in comments/ask thing!! :D

[starsofang]

thinking about the holidays cutting close, and price has nobody to return home to to spend it with. johnny and simon are off on their own, and kyle’s returned home to visit his mother.

thinking he was going to spend it alone, he’s pleasantly surprised when you offer him a spot on your journey home to visit your own family.

“nobody should be alone for christmas, captain,” you say, and who was he to say no?

he joins you on the train home, thinking perhaps he was overstepping. this was your family, not his, and he’s intruding on a holiday meant to be spent with them. but of course, you continue to tell him you don’t mind, that they’ll love to have his company.

that’s how he ends up sat at the dinner table surrounded by your parents and siblings, listening in as they tell stories of you as a child. it was clear you were embarrassed, from the way you hid your face in your hands, but the sound of chiming laughter brought him joy for the first time in a long time.

and when you bring him dessert with a smile, placing it in front of him before taking a seat next to him, he easily found himself growing more content by the minute.

it was dangerous for him to feel so comfortable in a family that isn’t his, especially yours. after all, you were his comrade, one of his own that he could trust out on the field with his life.

but when the feast ended and everybody stalks off to their respective beds to rest until christmas morning came, he laid awake with his gaze to the ceiling, succumbing to the realization that he enjoys this.

enjoys it in a way where he silently wishes that it was the two of you hosting christmas dinners as a family, one of your own.

his gift seemed to have come a day early, and it was realizing he was in love with you. all he needed was a christmas miracle for you to feel the same.

made the mistake of listening to all i want for christmas is you, so now we’re in a christmas mood ???? anyways, mindless ramble as always before i go to bed, don’t take this seriously <3

[mrdoctorpuddin]

Snoozin’

[daily-jadeharl3y]

DAY FIFTY EIGHT.

[pogzhellopart]

Homestuck Art Dump

[owly80]

this is how it happened trust me

[dyrehound]

let their hair grow!!!!!

[snoddie]

The month of June day 19

Someone requested June x Nepeta

🐱❤️🐱

[transientcuriosity]

errrrm so yeah i joined a zine hosted by @eure-k-a go check it out https://eurek-a.itch.io/ephemeral-bonds-homestuck-quadrant-fanzine DO IT ITS PRETTY COOL AND EVERYONES ART IS AMAZING AND BASED ON ALL THE QUADRANTS THERES HEAPS OF SHIPS IN THERE and erm yes i did davekat its my favourite :3c

IF I TAGGED SOMETHING THEN ITS IN THE ZINE IN SOME QUADRANT OR ANOTHER YEAH GO CHECK IT OUT :33

Image Description under cut :3

[ID: the “Go for it Nakamura!” format with dave and karkat. The text reads “Go for it, Karkat!” with Karkat Vantas standing awkwardly in the centre blushing heavily and sweating a bit, he has a bag he holds on his shoulder with a dark red base and a Quadrant pattern (also a small crab). In windows of hearts and stars there are images of dave strider looking happy. the background is blue and yellow. End ID]

[derseprinceoftbd]

I've managed to gather three different Dave=Andy+Rose=Leyley edits for the shits and giggles of it. Where Prospitcest? Like I know the vibes aren't nearly the same but come on.

[drawingstuckrequests]

EXAMPLES OF MY MORE DETAILED ART FT. JADE DOODLE!!!

[solluxkittycaptor]

Made some JohnKat art yesterday

Matching pfps + the edit the art was made for below cut!!

if used, pls give credits!!

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[aqualiems]

Made this w sharpies :P

[chubbunnyy]

i am thinking about john marston eating you out and cumming in his pants because you taste so good hmgnfbmfngmdndndmsm

[empresskadia]

8 with John, please!

8. "I believe in us."

Stars glimmered like distant beacons outside the vast porthole of the Infinity, casting the only light in the dimmed room. The heads-up display in the helmet dimmed, its interface retreating into the background. Normally, a heavy thud announced John's approach, a sound as familiar as it was reassuring. Tonight, however, it was the quiet swish of the door that marked his arrival. Blue Team must have returned from their mission. Odd, you thought. John was supposed to have another mission lined up right after this one.

You knew the answer, Roland. When had the AI ever refrained from snooping and spilling every detail? John stood there, his armor catching faint reflections from the distant stars. His stance had an uncharacteristic hesitation, something you had rarely seen in the stoic Spartan.

"You’re back early," you said, breaking the silence. John gave a slight nod. He stepped further into the room, the door whispering shut behind him. You could feel the weight of his stare through that golden visor as if he were scanning for something.

“...Are you alright?” he finally asked, seeming satisfied that you bore no visible wounds on your armor. What had Roland told him?

You drew a deep breath, your gaze drifting back to the sea of stars outside the viewport. You offered him a mild shrug, forcing your thoughts into some semblance of order. “I’m fine, John. Just... tired, I guess,” you replied softly, your mind drifting back to earlier events. What was it to be Spartan anymore? What did you even believe in? That’s where your mind kept circling back to.

John's demeanor softened imperceptibly, though his visor obscured any outward expression. His silence stretched, punctuated only by the subtle hum of the Infinity’s systems and the distant twinkling of stars. For a moment, it seemed as if he was weighing his response carefully, perhaps grappling with his own thoughts. "I know it’s not easy," he finally said, his voice low yet resonant in the quiet of the room. You sensed him moving closer, standing beside you as you both stared out into the endless expanse. 

"It wears on all of us. But what we're doing... it matters." his tone softened, revealing something you hadn’t yet seen from this man. 

Your helmet dropped softly, clinking onto his armored shoulder. It was a small gesture but there was comfort to it. Knowing he was here, knowing someone cared about the invisible battle inside. Like he understood more than just physical fatigue; the weariness that ran deeper, touching on questions of purpose and endurance.

"And, I believe in us," John continued in an almost whisper like he was admitting something he had hidden deep away. You lifted your gaze to his, the soft glow of your helmet casting a faint halo. His visor reflected a light image of your own, a mirrored connection in a universe where certainty was a rare luxury. There was a soft ‘thunk’ as his helmet gently tapped against yours.

"I believe in us too," you admitted, the quiet affirmation hanging between you like a promise—one that John always kept.