#eridanrose

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Hey I just want to let you know that you’re the only homestuck gimmick account I trust. Also if you haven’t done it already EriRose is better than Davekat 100%

EriRose aka Purple Rain is better than Davekat.

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pls reblog/like if you post these things regularly bc im trash and i need these in my life

 homestuck ships pls yes good

- johnrose

 - daverose

 - eridanrose

 - dirkrose

 - most ppl w/ rose tbh 

[2x2verse]

Is Eridan/Rose still a thing? If so, elaboration?

Definitely still a thing. It's a troll kind of pity, not a human kind of love.

See, Rose is omnisexual, she'll give anyone a chance, but she isn't romantically attracted to men and their opinions. She's also heavily into BDSM and all its trappings--she likes the ritual of it. When she was a teenager she experimented with it more than a little and realized she fits nicely into a domme role. It's a fetish for her: I don't think she can have sex without at least a D/s element to it.

Then along comes Eridan. He's a hipster vegetarian painter, but then again, so was Hitler when he was younger. With half an inkling he could destroy any hope for himself or anyone else. (Thank his aspect for that.) Rose recognizes that destructiveness, whether directed at self or others. It reminds her a whole heck of a lot of going grimdark, actually.

When Rose looks at Eridan, she sees a project. Something to teach and reform. When Eridan looks at Rose, he sees someone of a violet hue that can stand to be in the same room as him. Submitting to her means submitting to his self-destructive tendencies, but having them directed at him in a meaningful way.

They met in their freshman year physics class. Eridan's pick-up line was 'you knoww magic is just wwizard science right?' Rose's reply was 'Don't think I didn't notice you commenting on my AO3 account.' They didn't talk for the rest of the class but then Eridan asked her out for 'leaf sludge.' (Tea.) They talked about Harry Potter fanfic and then about her fic in particular, how it features all this kind of kinky sex and how does she write it so realistically? Rose kissed him and gave him a domineering sort of handjob ("Look at me. Right in my eyes. Don't spill. Hold it. Hold it. That's it.") and the rest just sort of fell into place.

[tactlesscreator]

Eridan with anyone completely out of his league is all that matters to me

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Rose and Eridan's 1st convo.

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Together in an Empty Room

Short fic for tumblr user gogetthemilk's birthday! (in like a week or so but dammit earlier is better then later) Happy birthday!

(Pairing: Rose/Eridan

Length: 1610 words)

You see him every Thursday between two fifty PM and three. He’s always sitting between the fake potted fern and the aquarium full of fish barely holding on to dear life, folded up in his chair doing homework until he’s called into Dr. Maryam’s office. You sit across from him, primly (of course) waiting for your mother to drive up in her ridiculously suburban minivan that she insisted on buying when you moved to Washington. Occasionally you leaf through a magazine, occasionally he reads a book. Occasionally you look furtively to study the angular contours of his face, occasionally you sense that he is staring at you from behind his novel. You don’t need to wonder what he’s thinking about because it’s the same thing you’re always wondering when you look at him.

So what’s wrong with this guy?

You make guesses, of course. The bright purple streak in his hair and the piercings betrays a certain need for attention, you think. The attire- all very ripped and beat up and extremely expensive- make evident not only his wealth but a possible superiority complex. The looks he gives his mother as she’s leaving him suggest a resentment, perhaps even an Oedipus or Electra complex.

All in all you diagnose repressed homosexuality.

Your brother laughs when you tell him. “Come’on, Rose!” he says through chuckles, tears gathering behind his thick glasses, “That’s your answer for everything! Poor guy probably just a hipster or something. I mean come on, Dave dyed his hair bright pink one time and he’s not latently homsexual!”

You keep your mouth tightly shut.

It is only after a few months of seeing him once a week that you finally make audible  contact. He arrives in a huff noticeably different from his usual sense of resignation, flipping off his mother’s retreating figure as she walks away and flouncing into the chair with such an over dramatic sense of suffering self pity you assume it’s practiced. His face-normally as carefully composed as your own, as calm and lifeless as the cream walls behind him- is now scrunched up and fussy and just a little red and tearstained. It’s just a little beautiful. He calms down a bit, emotion still raging carefully underneath his face, and turns with vengence down to his math homework. You barely even bother with the pretense of the magazine as you study him, you don’t even fully turn away from him when your peripheral catches the garish minivan and you start to leave.

That was a mistake.

One minute you’re tracing how his soft brown hair falls when it’s wild and ungelled, the next minute your foot catches the corner of a giant pot and you go flying onto your back, winded and confused. From outside you can hear a car door slamming and the strange sound of stiletto heels pounding against concrete, but he gets there first.

“Holy fuck!” he exclaimed, and in a second your head was being lifted and surprisingly clammy hands were pressed against your neck and face. “You went flyin! Um, fuck, does this hurt?” And you barely have enough presence to shake your head.

It’s only a second before your mother shoves into the room, and then it’s all over. He’s calmly placed to the side and your mother runs through first aid with all the efficiency of a rocket scientist a day before launch. Which she just might be, as far as you know. She deems you fit enough to go home instead of to the hospital but insists on fussing for long after you need it, and indeed her fervent insistence on keeping ice on every part of your body and not allowing you to move is the only real reason that day stands out.

The next week finds you at the office per schedule, slipping out of Dr.Maryam’s office with the slightest of scowls right as the boy walks in. He gives you a once over but makes no mention of last week. To your surprise, however, he sits next to you and gives you a smile that seems almost shy.

Hey, Rose,” he says.

You blink a few times, but that is your only outer show of confusion. It’s one of the few times you have to fight a bit to keep your face straight and you feel a bit like your brother. It takes a few seconds for your mind to scramble for an explanation.

“Hello,” you say smoothly, “Did you ask Dr. Maryam for my name?” It seems a bit creepy to you, to be quite frank, but surprisingly from his expression he feels the same.

“What? What no! I have some class, Rose, give me some fuckin credit!” he says, a bit scandalized. His accent is strange, both unplaceable and familiar. He almost trip over the “w” sound but just ends up elongating it oddly. It’s pleasant, though, and you decide to give him the benefit of the doubt and not assume he’s stalking you.

“I’m sorry,” you say, raising a single eyebrow. He’s impressed. “I just can’t think of another reason you would know my name at the start of our first conversation. Would you mind enlightening me?” A few emotions fly across his face- annoyance, anger, amusement- before settling on condensation.

“You don’t remember?” he asks, turning up his nose a bit, “Rose, we went to school together until freshman year. I should be downright offended, bein so callously forgotten.” His tone is playful enough, though, and you find yourself genuinely feeling bad about forgetting him. You rack your memories for a second, trying to remember a boy with a similar accent and violet eyes.

Oh.

“Eridan Ampora?” you ask, and for a second he scowls before a slightly more strained smile appears.

“Eridan Nitram now, actually, but other than that I’m the same,” he says.

He left halfway through freshman year under mysterious circumstances, and a few months later the news was plastered with his father’s face- the famous Cronus Ampora, dead of a drug overdose. For about half a year people wondered but he never came back to school and nobody heard anything from him (not even Feferi Piexes, his former best friend, although it had come to you through the rumor mill that it was because she was one of the reasons he’d left in the first place). He’d effectively died along with his dad.

You’ve always wanted to talk to a dead person.

“Nice to see you again,” you say cordially, and he nods to you with an aristocratic air you can’t quite discern as real or affected. “I’m sorry for not recognizing you,” you add, “After all...”

“The hair, I know,” he says with a sigh, “I started dyin it to piss off my mother but then she married that fuckin commoner and suddenly everyone’s doin their hair.” He huffs and scowls and suddenly you realize how fake this all is, that either his mannerisms or him emotions or both are just veils and secrets to fool you- and fool himself as well.

“Mothers have a way of ruining one’s attempts at youthful rebellion,” you agree, “But then why don’t you just stop dying your hair?”

“Well I would, but it’s just so...I like it, alright? It suits me.” It does suit him. He’d always given off more of an air of a tortured pretentious artist who thought he was better than you then his father’s personal blend of condescending old money who thought he was better than you, and the hair and scarf and piercings seemed much more distinctly him then the starched button downs he’d worn when you last knew him. It’s still an infuriating superiority complex but you can see something below it. It isn’t effortless for him to think he’s better than all those around him, it’s a process that takes a lot of thought and hope and anger and self delusion.

“Indeed,” you say, and you’re racking your brain for something else to say when the familiar growl of the suburban tank reaches your ears. You and Eridan sigh simultaneously, twin put upon children of whimsical parents. You hold you hand out for Eridan to shake but grab his own offered hand instead. Quickly you write something down on his hand, kiss it forcefully so your lipstick leaves a mark, and elegantly get up and grab your bag as he sits there dazed. He recovers by the time you’re at the door, and he calls out a snide,”Don’t fall on your pretty face!” that you don’t let yourself laugh at.

You don’t answer your mother or father when they ask what’s left you so happy, but Dave raises his eyebrow and John smiles and Jade gives you a high five, and they all smirk when you ask, wide eyed, whatever they’re congratulating you about. “Still a repressed homosexual?,”John asks, and you pause for thought.

“I may need more information before I reach a diagnosis,” you admit, and Dave wolf-whistles.

That night you’re doing homework and scrolling down Tumblr and definitely not checking Pesterchum every three seconds because you have some class, of course. And the only reason your darling twin and step siblings are giving you knowing looks over their work (or iPod, in Dave’s case) is that they are jerks and feel like they have to get back at you for some reason. And you most definitely do not squeal, however quietly or loudly, when you see a notification pop up from the messaging client and click on it to see:

-- caligulasAquarium [CA] began pestering TentacleTherapist [TT] at 20:43 --

CA: so

CA: rose

CA: tentacletherapist really

[theatheneum]

AUTHOR: Megan

CAST: Eridan Ampora/Rose Lalonde

RATING: E

WORD COUNT: 2873

ADDITIONAL TAGS: Community: bucketlist, Community: kink_bingo, BDSM, Piercings, Needles, Breathplay, Xeno, Objectification, Edgeplay, Sadism, Non-Penetrative Sex

SUMMARY: You are pinioning your very own eldritch abomination on your personal collection board, an admirable trophy piece for anyone who considers herself a connoisseur of things that whisper in the darkest corners of the universe.

EXCERPT: Eridan normally whines when you spend so much time contemplating him, his breathy inability to annunciate hard consonants rolling and softening the r that begins your name so that it comes out ‘Rros’ as he demands you pay him the attention he wants rather than the attention he’s earned. He’s quiet now, though, because his head is in the bathtub.

rec’d by teratocybernetics

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eridanrose replied to your post: eridanrose replied to your photo: everyday im...

wtf version is that? all ive ever used is 7 and 9 so haaah i dont really know what the newer versions look like

it's vegas 9 pro!! i have the default color scheme on if that's what looks different

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eridanrose replied to your post: the worlds gonna end here before than in america...

heheHEHEHEE

you little piece of shit...

owl-princess replied to your post: the worlds gonna end here before than in america...

Tell us if there’s Wifi on the other side so we can keep in touch

Yeah but it's still like 8 hours here before the end comes

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I've been to Colossalcon! It's really fun, but it's realllly hot outside and it gets sorta hot inside, too. Then again, there is the water park to cool down in! And a petting zoo with zebras and giraffes and stuff. There's also an arcade.

Oh that sounds really really great wow ; u ; I'll have to see with money and stuff, but it sounds really really fun ! Thank you!! :D 

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I have a problem with drawing big heads sometimes but whatever this is Eridanrose, ad0rab100dthirsty, and pumpkinappearifier's fantrolls. And you fuckers thought I wouldn't.

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eridanrose replied to your post: i wonder if im anyones headcanon yoko

you are my headcanon a lot of things

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yay!