#guest: vriska

[hotelofheroines]

Vriska: What's your favorite way to play with someone, in the bedroom?

"Well, dominating their mind and having them touch themselves in front of me is a great time. Especially when I make them deny themselves. Just getting to watch my poor little mind-slave whimper and be unable to even beg unless I let them."

[throwawaytabs]

ok but which homestuck characters would watch keemstar regularly

[pavizi]

drew a vriska as guest art for a daily account

[promstuck2025]

GUEST ANNOUNCEMENT: We are so happy to announce that we'll be joined by some of the members of the modern iteration of BROADWAYSTUCK! Get ready for some of your favorite Broadwaystuck songs performed LIVE ON STAGE by DAVE, KARKAT, KANAYA, ARADIA, and VRISKA!

[galactic-duo-blue]

AG: Huh. Weird. The scientists said we were like 8ug types but I didn't expect wings.

[bug]

AG: God Tier? Like...we have access to powers like legendary pokemon?

AG: Jegus I really have forgotten a lot, if what you're saying is true.

AG: Can you at least get on the 8oat? I have enough authority to get the grunts to treat you like a guest. Seeing you in that path8ic little row8oat is making me feel like a piece of shit.

[boat, pathetic, rowboat]

AG: You've 8een caught 8y my pir8 crew in person! Surrender now!!!!!!!!

[you've been caught by my pirate crew in person! Surrender now!]

AG: And thank you soooooooo much for the cool name ::::)

Commander Scorpio

@galactic-duo-blue

Karkat is on his small makeshift raft off the Poni Coast.

His pokemon are with him.

[homestuck-fanauthor-coalition]

@glubtier

You stand next to the closet and don the blindfold, then wait as the rest of snickering party guests spin the bottle. There are a few incredulous noises, which you take to mean it stopped on someone, but nothing to give away who it might actually be. Your name is John Egbert, and you are playing a game of spin the bottle with a twist—you won't know who goes into the closet with you. There are a few people you're hoping for, of course. Maybe Roxy. Or Vriska. Or Terezi, even. That might be fun. You have no idea who it is, but their hands are cold as they grab yours and lead you into the closet, shutting the door with a soft click. When you reach up to remove the blindfold, you're stopped by whoever is in the closet with you. They don't say anything; you hear only their breathing, and decide not to say anything either. They still have their fingers wrapped around your wrists as they lean in, and your lips meet. They're soft. Really soft. When they finally release their grip, you wind your arms around their midsection, still trying to figure out who it is in between indulging in kissing. From what you can tell, it's someone slim and angular, and taller than you. Not Terezi, but that still leaves several people, including both Vriska and Roxy. That possibility doesn't spark as much excitement in you as you think it should.

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Homestuck

Relationships: John Egbert/Dave Strider

Characters: John Egbert; Dave Strider

Additional Tags: Seven Minutes In Heaven Game; First Kiss; oh my god they were roommates

[controversial-blorbo-bracket]

split im having a bad day and i want a pick me up how is the fnaf side of this tournament looking at the moment?

additionally lamenting the fact that the narrator from slay the princess came out too late to be a part of this tournament i think he woulda done numbers tbh. so many of these characters. i do not know the nicheness of the fandom

uhhhh other than that. hm. i feel like talking but dont know what to say. something something vriska

I have no idea how the fnaf side of the tournament is going and I am too tried to find out rn unfortunately (if anyone wants to compile them rn be my guest) BUT just for you let’s have some fun

[davekat-sucks]

We give so much crap to Hussie’s guest writers like ctset and v for working on the epilogues when really this is just people taking the blows for Hussie’s thinly veiled spite fanfic. Crset did do all the writing for the epilogues, but writing is a lot of the prose, the grammar and syntax. Hussie did the outlining and the plot. As much as he came up with cool ideas like Ultimate Dirk Strider or Jane having a significant role in the plot he also outlined jake shitting his pants, Gamzee sucking Vriska’s toes, and Jade having a you-know-what down you-know-where. As much as I want to believe this was a work pushing the boundaries of Homestuck and a work of fiction challenging the traditional narrative content that makes up an epilogue, it still has a tone of spite to it. Hussie did write the epilogues with complete sincerity and wanted to continue Homestuck at a completely new and challenging angle, the issue was he was 100% done with Homestuck, that’s why he got other people to write for him.

It's just sad though that the people who worked under him don't even try to speak out about the process during the projects they worked on. Worse is some defending Hussie's sorry ass. Whether it is about NDA or not. You think some of the writers or even the freelancers that were hired, would had reach a breaking point and reveal things to the public of what was going on behind the scenes. Cause at this point, Hussie ain't worth shit to respect as a person.

[sapphirame-writes]

Roses and Poison Lace Chapters: 5/7 Fandom: Homestuck Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rose Lalonde/Kanaya Maryam Characters: Rose Lalonde, Kanaya Maryam, Feferi Peixes, The Condesce (Homestuck), Grand Highblood (Homestuck), Sollux Captor, Vriska Serket, Neophyte Redglare Additional Tags: Assassination Plot(s), Sewing, Alternian Politics, Alternian Empire (Homestuck), gratuitous fabric description

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Feferi is a vision in a wine and fuchsia Grecian-inspired gown, a wreath of flowers in the same hues perched in front of her horns. She smiles brilliantly as she works the room to drum up support for her cause, fish puns slipping in between her words as if to remind her guests just who she is and who she is protecting them from. 

Kanaya knows for a fact that the armor plating in the bodice will protect her, but poison?

She does her best to stick close to the Heiress, lipstickkind close at hand in a hidden pocket of her emerald sheath dress. Hastily altered, layers of lighter green chiffon drape around the slip underneath and conceal the slit up the side.

The green stands out in a ballroom full of swirling, frothy shades of blue and violet, unnaturally-hued champagne bubbles rising towards the soft, commanding pink at the center of attention, and perhaps that is why Kanaya doesn't notice Rose until Rose is right on top of her.

“May I have this dance, Ms. Maryam?”

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[wifegideonnav]

Okay, so I get that I think Tamsyn has said that while you can draw some clear parallels (Gideon is Female Dave, Harrow is Rose, Ianthe is Vriska), obviously Homestuck and TLT aren't one to one, in the same way that the two other big Would Not Exist Without Homestuck pieces of media, Kill Six Billion Demons and Undertale/Deltarune aren't one to one with it either. That being said. I would like to submit. Isaac is Tavros.

😭 that's so mean. to isaac. wtf.

i don't really see it but let me counter with:

babs is the tavros. obviously i've posted before about how his personality/aesthetic is similar to cronus ampora, but if you think about his relationship with ianthe, i feel like there's definitely some similarities to tavros and vriska.

now ianthe "being a vriska" is something i have a LOT of thoughts about, which i will. probably write out at some point. mainly, while they share surface level plot points and arm deficits, their motivations are very different. i've been holding off tho bc there's a lot we still don't know abt ianthe's motivations while the series is still unfinished. but in general, vriska is a child who has no idea what she's doing and just wants to be safe (although she thinks she wants to be important - and she does, but because she thinks that if she matters enough, she'll stop being vulnerable, both emotionally and physically), whereas ianthe clearly has some actual irons in the fire. (given what little we know about the tridentarii's parents and childhood, i could 100% see ianthe trying to protect herself in a similar way, but we just don't know enough to be sure.)

but to compare babs and tavros:

both the "some guy" wedged in between some very toxically codependent girlies

both killed (run through) with their own weapon by their counterpart in a mysterious facility during a very tense afternoon

you can't tell me that if it was relevant, vriska wouldn't be happy to chew on tavros (use his body for what she's trying to do)

both an intimate part of their counterpart's ascension, in opposite ways

that last point is the most interesting to me, because vriska's ascension involved her own death and ianthe's ascension involved babs's. vriska begged tavros to kill her, and he would not, leaving her to die alone and in pain, whereas ianthe had no qualms about killing babs. as we learn in the unwanted guest, babs's soul has had an effect on ianthe's - they are fusing, in a sense. compare that to the very brief existence of tavrissprite, whose constituent parts could not reconcile and merge. in the end, vriska has always been both obsessed and disgusted with tavros because the world has allowed him to be soft, and kind, and nonviolent - all things that she was never given the chance to be. whereas for ianthe and babs, they have always been fighting side by side, concealing corona's secret and managing third house high society.

so essentially, babs is a tavros who has been strong and active enough to both protect and support his counterpart. while ianthe killed babs because she needed power for whatever she has planned, and she is always going to prioritize coronabeth over anything and anyone else, she had no real beef with him and saw him as, if not an ally, then at least a means to an end whom she didn't mind being bitchy with in the meantime. meanwhile vriska killed tavros not out of necessity or duress, but because he had betrayed and abandoned her at her moment of greatest need and vulnerability, and then decided to be her enemy.

to be honest you didn't ask for any of this longass response lol but to be honester its my blog and i get to rant about vriska if i want 😌 i'd be interested to hear your case for why isaac reminds you of tavros tho! bc i seriously do not see it at this point lmao

[hotelofheroines]

"I return!!! Everybody bow before your god!!!"

[violetheart77]

[amazoniangrip]

Kiss Or Consume~

With moonlight dying over the horizon, Vriska sat staring at brightening sky. A sigh pressed from her lips to give voice to a certain longing, she laid back, fading stars above her only company.

At least for a time.

A gentle light with heavy steps strode out onto the lonely seen of the hill-lain Vriska. And the hefty muscles of the laying woman did shift to view a certain jadeblood already sitting beside her. Silence did hang, as it does over most uninvited guests, as Vriska studied this new Kanaya, and she was indeed new, for she was much different than the one who resided with her at home.

Vriska sat up, a light smile on her lips, and without looking she took the new jade's hand, an action that was accepted. Seeking to push her luck further, she hoisted up her hand to Kanaya's chin, carefully tilting it up, her lips to meet Vriska's promptly once the right angle was reached.

It lasted for a moment, then a few, then longer still until they both were pulling apart for air, a quick glace into each others eyes, and the two resolved to watch the sunrise, together in a warm embrace.

[striderpups-reborn]

Part of a commission for Vriska babysitting a davejade baby. Guest starring art from my wife.

[dzamie-oc]

Voretober 02 - Admiration

Length: 1700 words Vore type: Oral vore, M/M, willing prey, safe vore Fandom: None (Kahudra) Other info: feet first, naga/anthro Summary: Vore streamer Sel'riss meets a fan at a convention. You'll never guess what they get up to.

Sel'riss slithered slowly through the convention hall. It took a fair amount of practice to keep his scaly, blue tail from taking up too much walking room, and if it weren't for fascinating analysis panels like the one he'd just come from, he'd probably never attend one. Well, barring free admission, but he wasn't the kind of snake who'd be able to swing that.

Anyway, he had a good hour and a half until the "legally distinct from Who's Line" panel. He could check out local restaurants, peruse the dealer's den, or-

"Hey!" A loud voice jolted him out of his thoughts. The naga tensed, hoping whoever his tail just tripped would accept an apology. However, when he turned around, the fox approaching him had a smile on his face. As well as a pair of Bro Strider glasses.

"Er… hello?" He wasn't quite sure how to respond to him. Did he drop something, or…?

The fox came to a stop just before him."You're Sel'riss, right? I'm a big fan," he said, bushy tail swishing behind him.

Sel'riss let out a breath. "Oh! Phew, I thought I'd hit someone with my tail. Nice to meet you, uh…"

"Lansat." The name clicked in his mind. "I dunno if you'd remember, but-"

"The guy with the-" Sel'riss cut himself off to check around him for congoers too young to overhear this sort of thing. Playing it safe, he continued vaguely, "the sleeping bag thing?"

Lansat's ears flicked back and he flushed red. "Y-yeah. Let's go with that. You're not too weirded out by it?"

Sel'riss shrugged. "I've heard worse. Plus, it is a little flattering."

Silence reigned for several seconds, snake and fox both trying to find a way to continue. A passing Vriska complimented Lansat on his getup. Finally, Sel'riss took initiative. "So… I have some time to kill."

Lansat's blush seemed to burn right through his fur. "Are you suggesting what I think you are?"

"Not out in public, I'm not. Care to join me away from prying ears?"

"Y-yes! Damn, that's smooth…"

Sel'riss felt himself slip into a more familiar rhythm as he led his fan towards the hotel elevators. "Practice. I mean, you've watched me for a while. Especially with my niche, I've got to have some way to meet new guests, at least enough to keep up appearances."

The elevator was a little small even for just himself, but he managed to pile enough of his body against the walls to give Lansat a place to stand. The naga quietly thanked the gods for generous weight limits, and tapped the floor. Certainly easier than taking the stairs, especially with how long of a trip it would be.

Once the doors closed and the elevator began to move, Lansat shifted on his feet. "So, er… more plainly, are you really going to eat me?"

"I figured you'd be interested in it. If not, I'll probably just hang out in my room by myself."

This, as he'd suspected, threw the fox for a loop. "If I'm- I mean, yes, of course I am, it's literally a dream come true, but, well, you're not exactly known for giving your prey a choice."

Card go in slot, lock go beep, door go open. Halfway through slithering into his room, Sel'riss glanced back at Lansat. "Wait, do you- you don't think I actually, regularly kill people on stream, do you? That's like six kinds of super illegal."

This time, Lansat did actually trip on his tail; quick reflexes caught him on another length of scaly body. On a whim, Sel'riss finished a loose loop around him, rewarded with yet more furiously blushing fox. "Of course not! I know you let them out afterwards, but they seem pretty frightened to be there in the first place."

Sel'riss slithered on, letting the length of his tail slide around his guest before slipping free to join the rest of his coiled body. "Oh, they are. All in good fun, mind you." He rummaged through a bag before pulling out a vial of blue liquid. "But before and after the cameras are on, they are free to leave at any time, and I won't stop them." He held out the vial to the fox. "Anti-digestive potion? Always a good idea to take mysterious drinks from strangers who want to eat you."

Lansat grabbed the vial and held it up to get a good look. "This is gatorade."

"It looks like gatorade!" Sel'riss cheerfully corrected, "and you might've seen me fool a couple of my guests by telling them it actually is, if they really couldn't pull off the "unwilling" act. Uh, don't worry about that - I'm not gonna record this, just having fun in some spare time."

"This is surreal… With respect, you're both more and less unhinged in person than I expected." Lansat popped the cork out and downed the drink. He made a face at the taste. "Ugh. And still I expected a sports drink flavor. So what now?"

"Take off anything you don't want a bit acid-eaten, and I'll handle things from there," the naga instructed. Once Lansat had stripped down to his underwear and placed his cosplay in a neat pile, Sel'riss wrapped his tail around him and lifted him up, paws by his face. "This way, you get to watch yourself vanish… and I get to see how you react to it!"

A single gulp saw Lansat swallowed up to his knees. Although his upper half remained stock-still, Sel'riss felt the fox's rapid heartbeat against his tail and his toes stretch and wiggle against soft, deceptively-yielding throat flesh. He broke that deception with a single gulp, and his gullet firmly pulled more of the fox's legs in. As more of his fur slid across Sel'riss's forked tongue, the snake picked up more of a spicy-sweet flavor. If his mouth wasn't full of tasty fan, he was tempted to ask what fur conditioner he used.

The snake's eyes flicked to Lansat's underpants, visibly tented out by a prominent erection; he tried to soothe his prey's embarrassment with a calm smile and another long, steady swallow. If nothing else, he hoped his mouth's warm, wet embrace would occupy Lansat's mind enough to take it off of more embarrassing matters. A telltale salty flavor added to the wonderful mix of the fox's fur, and Lansat's eyes glazed over slightly, though he still focused on his predator. Sel'riss reveled in shattering that focus with one more gulp: prey often found his throat much more pleasant to grind against than his mouth, and this fan was no exception; Sel'riss simply relaxed his gullet and let gravity and the fox's unfocused rutting drag his belly in, then his chest, until all Lansat could see besides his arms was framed by serpentine jaws.

Sel'riss ran his own hands along his torso; although preoccupied, the fox's humping was spirited and made quite the active bulges in his stretchy, blue hide. The naga curled his forked tongue against the top of Lansat's head, then finally, with two gulps, sent his head and arms into the welcoming, hungry embrace of his throat and beyond. He twisted around to watch the shifting, squirming lump lessen inside his thicker lower half, then laid his upper body atop his stomach to wait for its newest temporary occupant.

Inside, his prey thrashed about, trying to rub against his insides with his arms trapped over his head. He watched as the signature spasms of a powerful orgasm gave way to a tired stillness, just before his body pulled Lansat into his stomach to rest under his upper body. Almost immediately, his gut growled and began to knead at its visitor, doing its best to work powerful yet utterly useless acids into the fox's body.

Sel'riss mentally counted to twenty. He turned out to be a few seconds early, and was about to speak up just when Lansat's body jerked to attention. The fox managed to get his arms against himself more comfortably, and pushed out against his confines - which, of course, held with no complaint.

"Oh my god, did you just-" his voice came, muffled through scales, fat, and muscle.

"I sure did."

"And I- I-"

"Not the first fan, unlikely to be the last. It'll digest normally."

"Oh, fuck, I'm going to-"

"Nnnope, not unless I wanna try to hide you for a day, and probably miss all those panels I wanted to go see." Sel'riss quickly shut that line of thought down. "And on top of that and the sudden one-day fast, there's legal issues. You're fine, Lansat."

"I… I guess I am. At- at least, it doesn't hurt to believe it." A moment of quiet, then the sensation of someone rubbing his belly from the inside. "Sorry about freaking out, Sel'riss. I should've trusted you."

Sel'riss shrugged, well aware that Lansat couldn't appreciate the gesture. "Can't blame you, I lie all the time to keep up the "cruel fatal pred" thing. I mean, it's no accident the potion looks exactly like blue gatorade. Anyway, my condolences in advance for your underwear; I think my stomach's more active than I expected."

"It- wait a sec." Sel'riss closed his eyes, enjoying Lansat fumbling around inside him. "Ah, shit. I knew something had to go wrong; meeting you IRL was way too cool to happen without a hitch."

Sel'ris laughed and promised to try to help after letting him out in an hour. In the back of his mind, he revisited his earlier thoughts: maybe cons weren't so bad, if he can find good company.

[pesterloglog]

Vriska Serket, Meenah Peixes, Aradia Megido, John Egbert, Aranea Serket

Act 6, page 6082-6093

VRISKA: OHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

VRISKA: OH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

VRISKA: WE'RE G8ING TO LOOK AT WH8T'S IN THIS CH8ST RIGHT N8W!!!!!!!!

VRISKA: DO YOU HE8R ME Y8U F8CK?

VRISKA: I D8DN'T SCRAPE AND CLAW MY W8Y 8ACK TO RELEV8NCE F8R THIS SHIT!

VRISKA: I'M DOING S8METHING F8CKING IMPORTANT! AND WHEN I DO SOMETH8NG FUCKING IMPORT8NT, EVERY88DY 8ETTER D8MN WELL PAY ATT8NTION TO ME!!!!!!!!

MEENAH: (wut)

ARADIA: :D

VRISKA: YOU DON'T TH8NK I'M ON TO YOU 8Y NOW? AS IF I C8N'T SENSE WH8N SOME SORT OF 8ULLFUCKERY IS AFOOT????????

VRISKA: YOU DON'T THINK 8'M WISE TO YO8R FUCKING G8MES????????

JOHN: (who's she talking to?)

ARANEA: ::::?

ARADIA: :D

VRISKA: GO AHEAD! TRY AND FUCK W8TH US SOME M8RE!

VRISKA: MAKE MY D8Y YOU PI8CE OF SHIT!

VRISKA: EVERYONE HERE WANTS TO KNOW WH8T'S IN THIS CHEST, SO THAT'S EX8CTLY WHAT THEY'RE GONNA SEE!

VRISKA: THERE'S PRO8A8LY SOME IDEAL WAY FOR ME TO REVEAL THIS THING TO M8KE IT SEEM AS COOL AS POSSI8LE, 8UT Y8U KNOW WHAT!

VRISKA: I DON'T GIVE A F8CK!!!!!!!!

VRISKA: I'M JUST G8NNA DUMP IT OUT ON THE FLOOR RIGHT HERE AND NOW!

VRISKA: THERE!

VRISKA: FUCKING TH8RE!!!!!!!!

VRISKA: TAAAAAAAA DAAAAAAAA!

VRISKA: W8W WILL YOU LOOK AT TH8T!

VRISKA: IT'S THE FUCK8NG TREASURE!

VRISKA: LOOKS LIKE SOME K8ND OF HUMAN HOUSE SHAPED THING! H8LY SHIT, DIDN'T SEE THAT C8MING!!!!!!!!

VRISKA: NOW EVERYONE HOLD YOUR FUCKING H8RSES WHILE I ARTLESSLY EXPLAIN SOME MORE SHIT A8OUT IT!

VRISKA: WOOOOOOOO! HERE FUCKING G8ES!

VRISKA: AFTER THE GUY USED IT THAT ONE TIME, IT 8ECAME TOTALLY INTANGI8LE! SO WE CAN'T TOUCH IT OR PICK IT UP!

VRISKA: THAT'S WHY WE 8ROUGHT ARADIA ALONG! SO SHE CAN MAKE IT LEVIT8 OR WHATEVER!

VRISKA: IF WE 8RING IT NEAR HIM IT'S SUPPOSED TO ACTIV8 AGAIN OR SOMETHING! THAT'S HOW YOU USE IT AS A WEAPON I GUESS!

VRISKA: 8UT THAT'S ALL I KNOW!!!!!!!!

VRISKA: THERE! YOU LIKE TH8T YOU FUCK?

VRISKA: DO YOU LIKE HOW I JUST TOOK THE FUCKING PISS OUT OF TH8T COOL MYSTERIOUS TREASURE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

VRISKA: DO YOU LIKE GETTING OWNED????????

VRISKA: 8ECAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOU JUST GOT! OWNED!!!!!!!!

VRISKA: SO WHY DON'T YOU SUCK IT!

VRISKA: SUUUUUUUUCK........

VRISKA: IIIIIIIIT!!!!!!!!

VRISKA: *Huff puff.*

JOHN: ...

MEENAH: ...

ARANEA: ...

ARADIA: :D

JOHN: ok, i'm not sure what that crazy outburst was about.

JOHN: i think i'll just let that one go.

JOHN: but you say this little house thing is intangible?

VRISKA: Yes.

JOHN: so i can't touch it?

VRISKA: Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's what intangi8le means!

JOHN: what happens if i try?

VRISKA: I dunno if I would do that if I were you.

JOHN: i'm not too worried.

JOHN: this is just my dream hologram self, or some nonsense.

JOHN: how many times has meenah stabbed me with her fork?

MEENAH: (not enough blue stooge)

MEENAH: (not enough by a nautical mile)

JOHN: and i always wake up fine!

VRISKA: It's not just a8out you, John.

VRISKA: This is a very powerful juju. You'd 8e messing with some forces we don't fully understand.

ARADIA: sounds like a dare to me

VRISKA: Oh my god.

VRISKA: Alright, whatever. I'll 8e fucked if suddenly I'm gonna 8e the lone voice of prudence and sound judgment in our 8adass pir8 clu8.

VRISKA: If you really wanna plunge your fist through some sort of hole in reality, then 8e my guest!