#homestuck oneshot

[yanyan-stuck]

noncon with equius who’s so heartbroken that his matesprit doesn’t love him anymore, so he gets his “revenge?” idk,, tried my hardest

TW for: non-con; physical and psychological abuse; etc.

Yandere Equius Punishing his Matesprit

You readied yourself in front of the mirror, preparing what you were going to say to your soon-to-be ex-matesprit. You walked down the stairs in his hive to where Equius was tinkering with his robots and asked for him to come up for a conversation. He follows willingly, and you sit down on the couch together.

You explain to him that while the relationship was great while it lasted, you feel that he's been putting too much energy into it, and that you feel like he's pushing aside his other relationships, like his moirallegience with Nepeta. You do care about him, but you aren't able to calm him down as well as she is, and that is much more important for him than a matespritship. You tell him that you do love him, but that you think it would be healthier for both of you to separate.

Equius is nearly unreadable through his shades, but you can tell that this comes as a shock to him, and you can see that he's upset by it. He starts to shake and sweat, and you finally realize that he's a bit more pissed than he is upset. You can tell that you've made a mistake in bringing this up off of how he is reacting, but you aren't sure how else you could have brought it up that wouldn't have ended like this.

You stand up from the couch, making a quick apology and attempting to make a beeline for the front door, without even grabbing any of your belongings. Equius had never hurt you before, not on purpose, and you didn't want to risk giving him the chance to. You've seen the way he can destroy robots without any difficulty, and you can't help but involuntarily think of how easily a troll as strong as him could destroy your body if he so felt the urge.

As you go to run, you can almost sense his presence behind you before you feel his fist collide with your ribs from the side. You swear you can hear them crack as his fist makes contact, and it knocks the breath out of your lungs.

You feel his hands gripping your shoulders, dragging you back to the couch. His nails are digging in, and you can feel the skin breaking and the flesh bruising. You submit to him, afraid of what he'll do to you if you don't. You let him take you back to the couch, roughly pushing you onto your back on it.

You begin begging for your life. You don't know what he intends to do to you, but there's no way that you could see this going well for you. Your ribs still hurt from the punch, and as your pleading gets more desperate you can't help but wince from pain as you try to talk faster and faster, promising that you'll never try to leave him again, that you'll stay with him forever in exchange for your life and safety.

Equius doesn't seem very affected by this in his rage, and while he tries to pull your clothes off from the hems, his hands are shaking too violently to get a grip on them to take them off easily. Instead, he opts to tear your clothing off of you, the seemingly flimsy cloth easily ripping when faced with his strength.

You keep trying to beg for Equius to stop while he tears your clothes off, but eventually your voice breaks and you can't do anything but cry and hope that he'll take pity on you. That doesn't work though, and you can feel him lining his bulge up with your entrance.

You try to squirm away from him, but he simply grips your hips tighter, causing bruises to form on your skin under his fingertips. You're sobbing from the pain, but that doesn't stop Equius as he forces himself into you. You can feel his bulge stretching you out painfully, but he doesn't give you any time to adjust, instead quickly picking up a rhythm of snapping his hips aggressively against yours. Each thrust sends another jolt of pain through your ribs, making you cry out in pain.

There's hardly any lubrication; the amount of deep blue fluid that had oozed out of his bulge was not nearly enough for how roughly he's taking you. You can feel yourself tear from the force that he's using on you, and you can't tell for certain if the liquid that's dripping onto the couch is your blood or his genetic material.

You try to catch his eyes, hoping that if he sees how much pain he's putting you through, he'll stop or even just slow down. That's not the case though, he seems blinded by rage at the fact that you would think to break up with him, your loving matesprit.

It feels like you're pinned under him for hours, you can't even see the state of your body from the position you're in. You can assume you already have a massive bruise on the side of your chest, along with plenty of bruises on your hips from where his hands are positioned. Other than that though, you don't even want to think of what the state of your body will be by the end of this.

You feel Equius tighten his grip on your hips, shifting your position slightly before ramming into you with renewed vigor and the ability to now slam deeper into you. He keeps going on in that position, slamming into you aggressively while you can do nothing but cry. You attempt to push against his arms, but he's so strong that it's almost like you aren't touching him even though you're pushing against him as hard as you can from your position.

After a while, you feel him thrust deep into you, and you feel his bulge leak even more genetic material into you. Once it stops oozing out, Equius grabs you and unceremoniously throws you over his shoulder as he carries you through his hive to the bedroom where you both sleep.

He ties you up into a sitting position while your body is continuously racked with sobs from how violently you were just treated, and how violated you feel that your previously loving matesprit would do this to you. From the position you're tied up in, you can now look down easily enough to see that a combination of blood and Equius's genetic material is leaking out of you.

You can't help but feel disgusted at the sight of it. As Equius exits the room without giving you a second glance, you wonder if he'll ever feel guilty and go back to being a sweet and cautious matesprit, or if he'll continue to be a monster towards you.

[reduxreminisce]

Make yourself feel at home! (featuring George)

[theastralbard]

I'm not obsessed with cat-coded characters. It just so happens that some of my favorite characters of all time are Nepeta Leijon, Alhambra from Rondo of Swords, Siffrin from ISAT, Niko from OneShot, and Izutsumi from DunMesh. Total coincidence.

[chamomile-teacup]

games i'd play again if i could eternal sunshine myself

Tunic

La-Mulana

Oneshot

Outer Wilds

Paranormasight

Journey

Zero Escape series

Baba is You

To the Moon

FEZ

Psycholonials

like obviously i'd want to reread homestuck without knowing what happens but that ain't a game :)

what about y'all? what other games have that, one-play-only vibe?

[onlysushicat]

[mx-pokirby]

Things that are inherently plural-coded:

Kingdom Hearts

Steven Universe

Hydras

Grapes on the vine

Peas in a pod

The Holy Trinity

Shoulder Angels/Devils

Persona

Mecha series where the robots combine

Sex

Any video game where you and the character you play as are diegetically recognized as separate entities

Mirrors

Corporations & Organizations

Legion

Having emotions

Changing your mind

Bees

Homestuck

[local-robotgirlthing]

anyway here's a list of all my genderqueer headcanons :

>transfem: kip silverpoint, noelle holiday, jade harley, prophetbot

>transmasc: the author, gordon freeman, sans undertale, john egbert, gabriel ultrakill [technically this is canon, but only from sources outside the game itself]

>enby: prototype [masc-leaning, still using he/him]

[ii-cant-word2]

something i drew for this

[morsartis]

Miscommunication

Gamzee x Standoffish!Reader

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Life wasn’t always kind, it didn't wait for people to catch their breaths, it didn't let you get used to what it threw at you, and it certainly never slowed down. Life had taught you the best thing to do was to meet it halfway and keep trudging. You had built a calloused exterior over time to deal  with it. The sort of exterior that pushed people away because you couldn’t bring yourself to accept a hand held out in your direction. There was always some clause, some string, attached and you’d be damned before you fell for it. So for all of life’s pitfalls you’d hardened yourself against the potential. It worked as long as you didn’t count all the people you never meant to rub wrong- which you rarely did. If people were meant to be in your life they'd chip away at the walls you'd been steadfast in reinforcing, though you could admit to yourself you often made it far harder for people than you meant to. A small sacrifice for protection against getting hurt again.

Or so you had told yourself.

You’d been happy to be a prickly douche to whoever so much as looked at you for too long, snapping and glaring at every little thing life threw at you, and then you'd met Gamzee. The most spaced out, laid back motherfucker you had ever seen. Nothing fazed the troll. No barbed comment, no sneered look, no potential fight. It was as if he lived in a perpetual bubble of chill and good peace. After awhile it seemed almost cruel on your end to be mean to him at all. You’d been looking for a roommate to share your apartment with- rent was getting tighter each day and you knew it was only a matter of time before a check finally bounced- and Gamzee had simply made himself right at home. 

You had wanted an Alternian roommate specifically to guarantee they’d mind their business so you could mind yours. Too bad Gamzee never got that memo. Or maybe he had and simply ignored it. Just like he’d ignored your attempts to make him leave you alone and stop letting himself into your room to “hang” or sprawling along the couch to be in your personal bubble. No matter how many times you snapped and snarled and attempted to get him to do as everyone else did and fuck off he had remained. In fact the more you tried to scare him off the more he seemed to make himself right at home. It completely baffled you at first as to why you couldn't make him leave and then slowly you had begun to accept it. 

Begrudgingly and with the same level of discomfort as someone having their teeth pulled. 

That seemed to be all Gamzee needed to get truly comfortable. The minute you had begun to see Gamzee as a friend and start to open up to the clown he’d dug his claws in with all the glee of a child refusing to let go of a beloved toy. He invited you everywhere with him, sometimes not even waiting for an answer. You had thought it the desperate actions of a quadrantless troll- until he finally introduced you to his “palest of diamonds”. Karkat was like looking in a fucked up funhouse mirror. The two of you snapping at each other and pushing away in all the similar ways. It was no wonder Gamzee had seemed so comfortable with you. He had a type! And apparently you fit the bill. It had taken much longer for you and Karkat to get acquainted than it had with Gamzee but when you did it was clear the clown had used the same tactics he was using on you now to get Karkat as his moirail. 

A complete and utter disregard for your stubborn and standoffish nature. 

Though according to Karkat your long term roommate had a dark side, one you hadn’t seen and was hard to believe, but sometimes you thought you caught glimpses of it when he thought you weren’t paying attention. Calculating lucidity that would flicker in his otherwise stoned and glazed over eyes. It was easy to dismiss. 

But today you were reconsidering that dismissal. 

It had started out all the same. You’d had the day off work and had taken to lounging on the couch with your phone using the TV as background noise. Whatever conversation you had started out having with one of your few friends had devolved into archaic memes and had long abandoned coherence a good fifteen minutes or so ago. Gamzee would be home soon, you had memorized his schedule out of necessity from the times he’d wandered into the bathroom to grab some of his things while you had been showering. The mortification had been brutal and your landlord had banned changing the locks in the apartment for reasons lost to you. So the bathroom lock remained broken and you had memorized Gamzee’s schedule as a consequence. Since then there had been no mortifying bathroom mishaps. Not that Gamzee had seemed bothered at any point, he hadn’t been creepy about it either, just grabbing his things as if you weren’t there at all. You weren’t sure whether to be grateful or concerned but had settled uneasily on grateful. Today was no different than any other when he got back. Humming and chuckling to himself as he shed off his jacket and left it on the floor when he came in- another losing battle with him- before wandering into the kitchen without a care in the world. It was as if he hadn’t even realized you were home as he rooted around in the fridge for what you assumed was faygo. The two of you would have to go grocery shopping sometime soon, food and drinks were getting low again. You could hear him shut the fridge with his hip and the soft hiss of carbonation as he unscrewed the lid on his soda and wandered into the living room where you were still curled up on the couch. For a moment neither of you said anything and then you could feel as his eyes slid to and over you. Again that rare lucid clarity came to his eyes in a brief flash before it was replaced by the ever present glaze as he smiled wide to see you. 

“Hey buddy! You all up and got the day off?”

“Yeah. Figured I’d just relax.”

“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that.” He was still smiling that crooked smile as he hooked one long leg over the top of the couch and began climbing over it. You watched mildly unbothered by whatever strange fancy had struck him now as you continued sharing memes on your phone with your friend. Unfortunately that was all the acceptance Gamzee needed to plop onto the couch and then flop directly on top of you.

“Gamzee what are you doing?” You asked calmly. Maybe a little bit tiredly knowing from the start that it was a losing battle. 

“I’m just gettin’ my cuddle on.” He replied cheerful as ever. One arm snaked underneath your back to wrap around you as he began slowly inching his way up your body to rest his head on your chest. He’d had the fortunate thought to tilt his head so you wouldn’t be gored by his long goat-like horns. But it didn’t stop him from snuggling himself closer. Sighing heavily you set your phone aside and wrapped an arm around his neck. 

“Didn’t we have a talk about this yesterday?”

“I dunno. Did we? I just wanna get my motherfuckin’ cuddles on. Feelin’ all sorts a clingy lately.” 

“What do you mean?” You asked curiously but Gamzee’s mind was clearly already drifting away as he snuggled into your hold. One of his hands dangled off the couch with the bottle of faygo and you hoped he wouldn’t drop it. It took forever to clean up and you’d just cleaned the rug not even three days ago. For a while the two of you just laid there, Gamzee’s ear twitching as he listened to your heartbeat. His clawed fingertips on the arm wrapped around you tapped what you figured must be the beat of your heart on your side. You were half asleep underneath him, the chilled weight of his body helping calm you, when he finally shifted. You glanced down at him and found his chin resting on your chest as he looked up at you. Again that lucidity had returned to his eyes as he watched you. 

And then the unthinkable happened. The thing that turned your thoughts on the clown upside down. 

He slid in closer and before you realized what he was doing he had pressed his lips to yours. The first thing you registered was that they were cold, the second thing had been the slick slide of the greasepaint he wore as his mouth moved against yours, and the third was the way he was still staring at you. His eyes were still open, still watching, as he pressed his mouth to yours insistently. Your sound of confused surprise was muffled as he shifted his head just so and his tongue licked across the meat of your bottom lip. Eyes wide and shocked you tensed and he nipped lightly at your mouth before pulling away a more smug smile on his face. 

“You taste like popsicles.” He told you voice pitched strangely. Swallowing nervously you struggled to find words to even say to him. 

“Gamzee?”

“Hm?”

“What the hell was that for?” You hated how meek you sounded but the shock had been too great. He’d never even given you an inclination he saw you as anything more than a good friend.

“A motherfucker can’t just all up and kiss his matesprit?” He asked, clearly confused. 

“Your what?” 

His eyes suddenly went as wide as yours, a startling look on his face as he seemed to struggle to keep them open most of the time. 

“Oh shit.” He breathed, “I forgot to ask you.”

[booze-hats]

Good Morning / Good Night

Waking up alone was a usual occurrence for Pickle Inspector. His mornings were actually normally held to a very strict routine. He woke up, he drank water, he took his medication, took a shower, and got dressed. It was easy to establish a habit like that, he thought most people had to have some kind of waking ritual that they underwent when they got up on their best days. At least for him, breaking it was something negative, an early sign he often failed to perceive. Today, though, on this morning, that was not the case.

This morning, he woke under a heavy arm, he woke up warm underneath blankets he didn't recognize the texture of. The room was dark, the curtains were thick, dark red rectangles illuminated by some mystery source behind them. The person behind him breathed steadily, easily. Of course, he knew who it was. He didn't need to look at the partially-concealed diamond tattoo to figure it out. He didn't usually wake up with anyone else in bed, much less in anyone else's bed, but when he did, it was always the same man.

Pickle Inspector writhed underneath the weight of Diamonds Droog's arm, strong and heavy as it was. For his part, Droog didn't even stir. Inspector took the sign, they'd both been heavily intoxicated when they'd fallen asleep. They'd fallen asleep in their suits this time, but it seemed they'd taken the time to shirk ties and coats and perhaps even empty pockets. Attention cast to the tangle of legs between the two of them revealed no shoes, Droog had taken his socks off and the good Inspector had not.

He stopped struggling to try to free his legs and simply settled into the warmth. He was incredibly unnerved by knowing where none of his belongings were. He trusted Diamonds not to steal from him, of course, the man had no reason to, but he did worry about having dropped his keys or wallet on his way here. He remembered when Droog walked into the bar he'd been at, already fairly inebriated. The man walked over and sat down, he'd smiled at Inspector and told the bartender to bring them both two more doubles of whatever he'd been drinking. He'd been grateful for every single shot.

His body began to feel heavy again, tired. He decided to rest his eyes and try to piece together more of the evening. More shots and lots of quiet conversations about passing jobs, whispered gossip. It was fun. He did remember wandering to the bathroom, but the rest of the night was fuzzy. And to some degree, that was okay. Just like this little break from his routine.

Diamonds Droog shifted and pulled him closer, holding him even more securely against his body than before. He let out a breath and his muscles relaxed again relatively quickly, but Pickle Inspector knew it'd be a few minutes before his host drifted back into a restful slumber. It was in his best interest simply get comfortable and close his eyes again, too. He was sure that he could stand to sleep for a few hours longer. And if he couldn't, that was a problem for his future self, who would have to be thankful for the extra rest in such an unusually safe place.

He let out a sigh. He was sure he'd sleep well.

[catgirlweed]

Junestuck upd8! Casey meets some very special kids and learns important lessons along the way.

Or if you want, you can start the story from the beginning!

[dewwshi]

@davekatweek 2023, day 7: "beginnings"

(n.) the point in time or space at which something begins.

[comfortmelodies]

Hello!

You can call me fish, I am the one running this blog :3 The purpose: for fun! and to practice my writing skills!!

Requests; Open! (current request count: 1)

Heres the basis of what I can write for you:

Ship fanfic, x reader, & reader, headcannons, nd most likely other things if you just ask :)

I can try to do Slight NSFW, but it’s not my strongest suit. Also, if your request is in that vain please make sure the character(s) are of age, thank you!!

If I’m unable to do your request I will answer to your ask privately, if you think you’ve sent a request and it didn’t send through don’t be scared to send the request again! I will let you know if I got it in that case.

Fandoms I can write for below the cut :D

Fandoms

Red Dead Redemption 1 & 2

Devil’s Candy

Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun

Psychonauts (whole series)

Mob Psycho 100

Hunter X Hunter

Bocchi The Rock

Amphibia

The Owl House

Mystic Messenger

Ouran Highschool Host Club

Homestuck

Thanks for stopping by and reading 💕 Hope you enjoy, and feel free to request!

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[vikkirosko]

Masterlist Alpha Trolls 2

♋ Kankri Vantas 💬

♈ Damara Megido 🚬

♉ Rufioh Nitram 🧡

♊ Mituna Captor 🛹

♌ Meulin Leijon 🦁

♍ Porrim Maryam 💚

♎ Latula Pyrope 🛹

♏ Aranea Serket 💙

♐ Horuss Zahhak 🐴

♑ Kurloz Makara 💀

♒ Cronus Ampora 💜

Cronus Ampora x Reader headcanons Asthma

♓ Meenah Peixes 🦈

[drawingstuckrequests]

ok ok so! Niko from Oneshot as a Heir of Hope

I USED 2 LOVE NIKO SO MUCH WHEN I WAS YOUNG,,, I never played oneshot and knew almost nothing about it but i loved him. now I know better,,, I need to buy the game dawg!!! Anyways, hope you like it!!! <D

[pjsk-headcanons]

i saw gekkou anon's one and i liked it so im doing it for n25

kanade: i see her being in the oneshot fandom. she only knows about it bc she was looking for soundtracks for ideas for songs, and stumbled upon it. she watched someone else play it and occasionally talks about it to n25

mafuyu: honestly? (never seen this but) interview with a vampire. just vibes. also omori

ena: hm. fnaf obviously

mizuki: homestuck. this is factual.

- 🦊 (if its not taken)

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