#homestuck trash

[matyfunarts]

Sad victorian eridan would not survive the winter

[clownmonarch]

i was looking through some old files for an ask and i thought id post some of it u w u

have a karkat. as a treat. homestuck was too influential on my personality for me to find it cringe, i will not be bullied. bro literally taught me english

[toxicsmiley]

Happy 413 everyone!

[galacticcottontail]

In case anyone ever finds themselves in a situation where the only thing they have to colour their homestuck fanart is crayola crayons, here is the chart I made for myself

[emptybattlefield]

uhhhhh

[sparknightdrawing]

Sollux being bashful

He has no arms

DAmNiT I forgot he didn’t have arms in this drawing

Ah well

Have a good day

[inatyzzy]

goretober 4: creepypasta

i heard about this horror au for homestuck called heinoustuck! i know nothin about it, but decided it fit the theme well enough.

i actually liked the heinous!dave more, but decided to do jane since im trying to vary which characters i draw for the challenge. i actually have a list of the characters im doing for each prompt and i will say that there is very few repeats.

for actual numbers, there are four repeated characters used, so there are 27 unique characters for this challenge ^^!

[psychicboombox]

Happy 4/13!!!

I did some crappy drawings/doodles!

[lackadaisydreamer]

Midnight City pt 6

((Ms. Paint is already breaking him in the best way possible, I know I've made y'all wait)) 

Warnings: bad dreams, fluff, cuddles wholesomeness. 

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The door was shut behind her and the room that was always so familiar felt sinister, with smiles that were just a little too wide hiding in the shadows. The leftover remnants of ash ghosted her senses and her wrists still ached as Ms. Paint gently rubbed them. Her soft silk sheets were comforting but felt so thin. 

Empty halls stretched at either of his sides as Slick leaned on the door. His head was pounding and he could feel his eyes burning from exhaustion. As he slid to the floor with a familiar blade twirling between his fingers he was starting to regret offering to keep watch. After all he had been the one kicking ass and getting shit done. He took off his hat again, leaning his head back. “Who am I kidding? I’m used to this...she isn’t.” He cursed, closing the switchblade. Explosions, threats, and blood stained carpets. That was his world, not exactly by choice but it had become home and she had been unlucky enough to get mixed up in it. “Someone like her isn’t for this world...”He thought. Kindness and selflessness were worthless in Midnight City, they were regarded as naïve and foolish. His world didn’t deserve someone like her and as his blood ran cold and numb Slick deduced he would save her from this if it was the last thing he did. He didn’t need any other reason, other than the fact that she was the one light he would not let the cities true colours -or rather lack thereof- tarnish.

He was unsure when exactly he fell asleep, but Slick supposed even he had his limits when he found himself being aroused from slumber. Spades pressed his ear to the door, his heart sunk. She was crying out in her sleep, no sobs or violent screams but she was in discomfort. Slick could hear her tossing about, her voice growing slightly louder. He grit his teeth. "Dammit she could hurt herself..." Slick opened the door slowly, peeking in hesitantly.

Her room was as soft and pink as everything else about her. A large four poster bed was in the centre of the room, a wall of mirrors on one side no doubt hiding a luxurious walk in closet. Her vanity was covered in an assortment of expensive perfume and makeup. Then there was her, he saw her quickly turn kver in her sleep. Ms. Paint was shaking, her breaths ragged. "No...no, leave me alone..." She kept muttering under her breath, her teeth clenched tight. He couldn't catch most of what she was saying as he quickly crossed the room to her side. His hand found hers, his eyes fixed on ms. Paint. He remembered what the doctors had said, not too long after the war...he and the others had experienced similar episodes. Intense nightmares, sometimes even sleepwalking. Boxcars would wake in the night thinking he was back in the operating rooms. Spade's had grown so fierce at one point he would wake them all in the night barking orders at them to get down, crouching under tables like they were under fire. The doctors had told them, don't wake them...if they work through the episodes on their own it was best. Sleeping through it or waking on their own they were more likely to forget.

So he kept his voice low, like he had a hundred times before. When she thrashed or tossed and turned he was gently take hold of her arm. He would only wake her if she was a danger to herself but she was okay. When Ms. Paint's voice began to grow louder and panicked, he leaned closer. Telling her over and over that she was safe. He would tell her her name, where she was, and described things in her room. It didn't take long before she sat up, her eyes fluttering open as she took deep shuddering breaths.

Ms. Paint rubbed her eyes, her hands trembling as her chest ached from how fast her heart was beating. "Slick...I...oh dear...." She couldn't recall the dream, only bits and pieces that were already escaping her memory. "I've...I haven't had a dream like that since I was a child..." Ms. Paint attemoted to laugh but every inch of her was still violently shaking.

"You don't have to apologize...you had one hell of a night." She shook her head.

"I cannot allow one night to undo me..." She muttered, reaching for her robes. "It's so silly..." He took her hand, his eyes locked on her as she turned to face him. Tears were rolling down her face. Those soft, kind eyes were brimming with fear. His heart shattered, and something in him snapped.

Forget business.

He had a new target, and that was making Jackpots last few breathing minutes a living hell.

"Ms. Paint...you know I've seen you in the papers, time and time again..." He spoke so gently. "You really are the one person that stands between this city and complete chaos...you're the only person in this godforsaken shit hole that actually gives a damn." Spades took a hold of her hand as he sat with her on the bed. "You wear your heart on your sleeve, care with ferocity, and you have the courage to do something I've never seen before." He found his grip tightening ever so slightly. "You don't give a damn, you don't wear any mask or live life with any pretenses..." He finally met her gaze. "I don't know why, or if you will even want this but...make no mistake I promise that me and my men will do everything in our power to take Jackpot down, I'll wipe that fat bastard off the face of this world."

the tears fell freely, a mix of fear and relief sweeping over Ms. Paint as she wept bitterly. She had been at a loss, unsure where to even begin or turn to. Spades offered an open arm, an embrace she received as she cried into his undershirt. "I...I more than accept...thank you...I really don't want to see you or anyone else get hurt....but he must be stopped...." His touch was an anchor as he rubbed her shoulders. Ms. Paint looked up at him, her tears slowing down. "I've read about you too you know...I thought you were myth." She added with a laugh, "I'm not a child...I know you've lived a life that came with decisions no living being should have to make." She lowered her eyes. "You've done things...you've hurt people...but you've never gone out of your way to hurt people, and...he is." She covered her face as he slowly pulled her close once more.

"We don't know a damn thing about eachother...do we?" He thought, but that didn't matter. Slick would burn the world to ash if she said so, this power she had over him...it was enough to drive him mad with fear yet die from bliss all at once. It was jarring how quickly of an addict she was turning him into. He looked down, a stern alluring gaze that made Ms. Paint feel weak at the knees.

The sight of her soft angelic face pressed into Slick's chest was a sight he would take to his grave. This couldn't last, he knew that but he would enjoy it while he could. "I have...but those things will be nothing compared to what I will do to him" He tried to come across as reassuring as possible. "I...don't want to be forward but would you prefer if...I stayed here so you can get some sleep?"

Ms. Paint nodded slowly, her face burning a soft pink. "Yes...yes please do." Her voice trailing off as her whole body shut down, his arms still wrapped around her as he lay beside her. Slick hoped she wouldn't feel his own heart racing as he held her close. His one metallic arm felt cold on her exposed skin, but his touch was delicate and strong. Slick couldn't help but feel embarrassed, his own face now warm.

"Is...this alright?" He asked slowly.

"Yes..." she murmured, her eyes finally shutting as her body gave in to sleep. "Thank you Slick...goodnight."

[kunnasaiii]

Did a thing he he

[glitter-gummy-bears]

Yes this is Karkat fanart in 2023!

[matyfunarts]

New banner for The Clown's Cabaret

[thatonerandomhomestuckian]

WOOOO Hellloooo Tumblr :33

Wanna see a random homestuck tumblr inspired meme of my and my bff's fankids? - of course you do so HEREEE :DD

It's obviously based off of that one hiatus post made by someone I forgot :,) -

[tarina-karkin555]

A lusus for your soul

his name is Moth Dad and he is very polite

[divinequo]

Next time you suspect someone being a Homestuck just send them this little meme I made<3

[plagebringer]

0h my g0g ii was l00kiing 4 the 0g 4 h0urs

welcome new users