#im fucking 8ored

[boyfailure-vriska-serket]

redraw of THIS thing

on a side note anyone want to start tum8lr 8eef wih me or something? i'm 8ored and i want something to 8e mad a8out that's not youtu8e shorts.

[neuroviolentgraves]

I h8 trying to eat. Do you know what i eat? Do you know what food i am 88le to eat?

Protein 8ars

Microw8ve ramen

Spaghettios

Leftover rotini

Microw8ve popcorn

Cheerios

Sliced 8read

HOW SM I SUPPSOED TO ???????? EAT DIFFERENT MEALS WHEN THATS ALL I CAN EAT. HALF OF THOSE ARE NOT EVEN MEALS. THEYRE SNACKS. WHAT THE FUCK !!!!!!!! LIKE OF FUCKING COURSE I CANT DECIDE WHAT TO EAT IM GETTING 8ORED OF EATING THE S8ME THINGS EVERY OTHER D8Y

[vriskakinnie413]

Posted 2074, updated 2098.

8luh I guess I'll make a 8io these are SO 8ORING though.

Hi, my friends call me Kak.

Vriska is my #1 (8 Is the real number 1 in my heart if you know what I mean <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3)

Pizza ROCKS. Cheese was always and is always 8est SH8T UPPPPPPPP.

39 At the time I cared to update my age, time flies when you're a mom LOL.

My chemistry doctorate gathers dust on my wall but NEW WASHINGTON UNIVERSITY REPRESENT WOO!!!!!!!!

RE8D HOMESTUCK!!!!!!!!

Idk what else to say t8h this is me in my most primal, raw st8 I am laid and 8are and so fucking cool. 8esides I never know what to put on these, I am like my t8ste in pizza, plain but amazing.

\Creator here, the purpose of this blog is yours alone to figure out, think of it like an arg idk (im not even sure what an arg is or if this fits the defintion) I came up with this in the shower and thought it would be really fun :}

[cornflowercanine]

one thign they dont warn you a8t in regards to getting into homestuck is the fucking 8URNING urge to reread it at any given point. ive reread it 2 may8e 3 times already. im actively resisting reading it again. 833n staving it off for months. even if its 8130 pages long. even if its longer than the 8i8le. im like, aware of that, the urge is aware of that, its not like a misguided ohhh i wanna read this specific part of homestuck, its I Want To Experience All Of This, In This Order.it is a craving to SPECIFICALLY spend months trudging through every act reading every funny/heartwrenching/8oring/>_>/agonizing pesterlog watching every gif playing the alternia8ound games Again for the Trillionth Time even if they make me simultaneously impatient to get on with the story And "oooo must read every possi8le chat option nyeow" its sitting down and going ok no8ody even look at me cascade just started leave me alone for 13 minutes str8 Okay? okay? I DONT KNOW I DONT GET IT 8ut i want to have homestuck happen again. To Me.

[betterthan777]

power’s 8ack on!!!!!!!! water plant’s up and running, too, so like everything worked out gr8! there were a couple 8reaches of the 8orderwall 8ut nothing su8stantial so hell yes, L8dy’s Country is 8ack on full power with relia8le clean water for all of her extended tr8de points all the w8y down to L8dy’s Mansion

i’m so proud, this is a good d8y

[talesfrombeyondthebelly]

“Come into my parlor,” Said the spider to the fish.

I know I’m not great at titles but oh well. This is an Eri.Vr.is oral vore fic! Mainly because I’ve been doing some rps and been caught up in the great dynamic they have imo. This is a sfw fic, but again it is a vore fic so if you turn away I won’t be offended. That said, I hope you enjoy and I’m always open to criticism!

There would be an unceremonious sigh that would come from a certain violet blooded sea dweller as he fiddled with the pieces for his latest scheme to exterminate all the land dwellers. Or at least, that would be what he had claimed he was doing, he never truly planned to execute it both due to lack of ambition and the resources. Really, the boasting and bragging about what he planned to do wasn’t as much of a threat as he liked to claim it was, and truly it was more along the lines of a need for attention than any true plans of committal. 

It had been a slow night for one Eridan Ampora, and having wasted most of it attempting to message any troll to either gossip with three of them or spew some rhetoric he didn’t fully believe. But even then, all that was accomplished was that he was being ignored while he vied for attention. All that was left was to stay cooped inside and rewatch old documentaries as he idly fiddled with historical figure memorabilia.

That was, it was all he had to do until someone had decided to free him from his self-isolation.

AG: Heeeeeeeey, Eridan. ::::) 

The sea dweller would squint, he didn’t think his rival would message him after deciding not to message her first. They had broken up when they were six sweeps due to him boring and overbearing; but some time after they turned seven sweeps, Eridan’s attempts to renew their rivalry would pay off after much work and effort. And now they had been going strong even after they hit nine sweeps old.

However, he would roll his eyes at the sight, he knew her innocent seeming spider smile was anything but.

CA: wwhat do you wwant you cerulean blowwhard dont you knoww im busy AG: I’m hurt! After all I went through to check on my dear rival! I would have thought he liked someone giving him attention. AG: Oh well! Guess I’ll just leave you to your devices seeing how you’re *so* busy, CA: god damn it wwait CA: okay maybe i got a bit of an openin in my schedule to wwaste time wwith you AG: Please! The only one who’s going to be wasting their time is me, we 8oth know you’re pro8a8ly doing something 8oring like watching one of your lame documentaries. CA: theyre not LAME theyre goin to be your miserable dirt munchin dowwnfall soon enough AG: Oh???????? 8old claim from you Ampora. Seeing how I know you’re dead wrong. AG: Anyway! You’re coming over to my hive today right? AG: Why am I even asking? You o8viously forgot. CA: i didnt forget i totally fuckin remembered our meeting at your stupid and completely ridiculous hivve AG: It’s not stupid! What’s stupid is the fishbreath who 8uilt his hive surrounded 8y the ocean when he 8arely spends any time in the water. AG: Whatever, just come over. I’m not waiting all day for your dum8ass. CA: ugh fuckin fine CA: you still havvent told me wwhat specifically you wwanted to do ovver there anywway AG : :::;)

And with that, the conversation was brought to an end. Eridan would rub his temples, her purposely vague answer meant any number of things, usually which ended in his embarrassment in one way or the other. Of course, it was better to just go over as soon as possible rather than him wasting time by speculating, even if he did plan to make her wait to purposely be fashionably late. Something to put his pompous attitude on display. Soon enough, Eridan would don his scarf and cape before leaving his hive and embarking on the trip to Vriska’s.

The trip wasn’t terribly long, mainly because traversing through the ocean was far from an issue and her home conveniently overlooked the sea. Even so, Eridan would hold make sure to wait for an extra amount of time for no reason than to uphold the gesture that he was royalty. Feeling accomplished with his amazingly petty task, he would approach the door and knock a few times before waiting for her to answer as he dried himself off as he uncaptchalogued a few towels.

Vriska would answer the door surprisingly quickly, having not had the patience to return his petty actions before pulling him inside and closing the door behind them both. The expression on her face was blatant annoyance, but that was far from the norm regardless if it was actual exasperation or not. Eridan would up look at the other troll with a frown, even since they had gotten older he would find that she had sky rocketed past him in height. He had been a respectable  height of nearly six feet, while she had him beat by additional four feet, much to his unending irritation and to her endless amusement.

“You’re late. Even after I went and so kindly reminded you of our little arrangement. Well, I guess everything’s little to me when you’re short, but the point stands.” “yeah yeah keep braggin vvris i wwas towwerin ovver you before-” “Sure, you had a few inches on me when we were six! But now we’re nine and you’re still short, how do you explain that, hm?” That would cause him to shut up rather quickly, though he would dart his eyes around and attempt to come up with a retort, only to fold his arms and huff soon after. It wasn’t uncommon for trolls to grow as much as she did, but the fact that he wasn’t one of them meant that  discussions of height were biased in her favor. Her ten feet tall favor. His violet eyes would eventually return to her cerulean ones, there had been smile on her face, one that reeked of mischievous intent. Before he could open his mouth to question her intentions, she would cover his mouth with her hand, and some of his face as a natural consequence of the difference in size between them.

“Alright Ampora, shut up for a minute and listen. I had you come over because I had a proposition that’s going to 8enefit 8oth of us. Here’s the deal: You got two minutes to hide somewhere, and I’m going to seek you out. If I can’t find you in 8 minutes, you win! And if you pick somewhere dum8 and I find you, I win! And the loser has to do whateeeeeeeever the winner wants! Sound good? ::::)”

Eridan would try to speak his response, only for Vriska to keep her hand pressed against his face, only pulling back once he felt something wet trail along it. Irritation making itself apparent with a scoff, she would return the favor by grabbing one of his hands, sticking out her tongue and  slowly pressing the wet muscle against the other troll’s hand in a rather long lick before finally letting him go. His hand utterly drenched in saliva, Eridan’s face would scrunch up as he shook his hand dry while a small tinge of violet came across his face. It made her brief taste of him all the more delicious. 

“for fucks sake fine ill WWIN your stupid land suckin game and then wwe can do somethin wway less ridiculous and more dignified afterwwards” His statement was spoken with his usual amount of sea dweller pompous pride, even if the chips were stacked against him. Even so, he held his head up high and puffed his chest out, not about to turn down a challenge that was surely easy enough to win. She had a castle, there must have been plenty of places to hide.

“Good! Now get going Eridan, unless you want to 8e 8oring and lame and make this too easy.” She’d give him a wink, teasing him over her self-assured victory and a lick of her lips. She had no problem hinting at what she wanted to do once she won, it made it fun to see him squirm.

He’d pause for a moment and confidence turned into brief uncertainty in less than a minute, “wwait you mean right noww i havvent fuckin evven gotten to-” He cuts himself off as he sees her turn away and start to count, realizing that she wasn’t even going to wait for him to prepare himself. He’d scramble off, the sea dweller handling himself incredibly well on land even when he’s running around wearing a rather long cape. 

He wasn’t used to hiding as he was often hunting for the sake of Feferi’s lusus, but he would certainly try his hand at it to the best of his ability. Of course, his first two attempts were less than idea, having run to the very bottom of her hive to try and disguise himself by burying himself under her pile of miscellaneous belongings, only to realize he was shifting too much. He’d then decide to try his hand at hiding on one of the upper floors, deciding that hiding behind her pile of treasure would have been an unlikely spot seeing how he resented her various wins against him during their FLARP sessions. Unfortunately, this would prevent him from hiding there for long, as he does grow irritated looking at her spoils and decided to leave before it caused those pitch feelings to flair too much. Ultimately, he would decide to hide somewhere so obvious, Vriska would never think to check. He was confident in this idea, so much so that he decided to take it easy and relax in his new found spot, all he had to do now was wait 8 minutes and win. He means eight.

Vriska, predictably, did not count the entirety of two minutes before she began her hunt. Rather, she stopped once she got to eighty eight and decided that was enough for her. When she turned around, she half expected Eridan to standing right there out of spite and stubbornness about the whole thing but to her delight the violet blood was playing along. The question was where to find him, if she had to guess, it was probably somewhere dumb, like him. And so her very first guess was her trophy room, because of course he would think she’d skip over her own hoard of treasure to look for him. But upon making her way up the many stairs to check, she would find not a hair of him to found. She was a bit annoyed her first guess wasn’t right, but she had extra time to spare and her next guess would most certainly be right.

Except it wouldn’t The next room would be devoid of Eridan, and the next and the next. It would seem that no matter where she searched, he was nowhere to be found, it raise her irritation with him, and with it her hunger. The stomach of the ten foot cerulean would grumble as she briefly put a hand on it and huffed, she had to give her rival credit, he was doing a good job at making her work for this. And here she thought she’d grab an easy snack. But the warranty of it was  wearing off as time passed on, even with her head start, it would seem that Eridan was safe wherever he had chosen to hide. She couldn’t allow this to happen, she had planned for this all to go a certain way, and the fact that it wasn’t was unacceptable. Annoyed, she’d retire to her block for a moment, purely for the sake of trying not to get too caught up and at least try to remain rational about this. Only a minute to go, there wasn’t much time left, and Vriska was certain she had searched about every place there was to offer. Unless...

Without a word, Vriska would approach her wardrobe dresser, there was no way he’d hide in there right? It’d be dumb and stupid and completely ridiculous! Well, she didn’t have time, so she would ultimately waste not a moment more as she ripped open the doors to her wardrobe and... found her prize. Eridan for one was shocked with the sudden burst of light and appearance of Vriska, who apparently been frustrated looking for him. He wishes he could have seen the whole experience, but from the noises she made he got his fair share of entertainment. “8h my g8d, r8ally!!!!!!!! Y8u hid in my wardr88e????????” There was an unending amount of vitriol pouring from Vriska now, irritation at herself and him were flowing freely, and despite Eridan’s surprise, he would waste no time in displaying adjusting himself and nodding, “of course i hid here because i thought youd fuckin ovverlook it seein howw all your attire is plain as SHIT and it wworked just god damn fine seein howw a certain obnoxious glory lovvin troll took forEVVER to find me-” He would step out with a large amount of pride, quite certain he had won, only for his eyes  to dart over to the clock in her room and his face would immediately fall. She had found him with ten seconds to spare. “wwell fuck”

Vriska would try to take a moment to herself to not have too radical an outburst, she was upset, but she also wanted to savor her prize. The expression on Eridan’s face certainly helped “Wwell fuck is right! I win! And that meeeeeeeeans you have to do what I want, and I think we both know what that is.” A chill would go down his spine, while Eridan could be clueless at times, she had given him more than enough hints as to what she wanted. It certainly hadn’t been the first time they had done such a thing, but it was more than a bit embarrassing for him, which made give her some push back on the idea. “are you fuckin kiddin vvris you didnt say anythin about this bein your prize-” “Don’t 8e coy!” She’d interrupt him immediately, taking a step closer to him as he took a step back. “ I made it plenty clear! 8esides! I win, and you agreed to the terms right? It’s only fair I get what I’m promised.” 

Another step forward and he’d take another few steps back and bump into the wall behind him, Vriska smirking as she’d get closer to him, their bodies practically touching as she leaned down towards him and her lips would slowly part, strands of saliva breaking apart as he start down that cerulean abyss, taking a few teasing swallows as she inched closer before letting her warm breath washing over him and fogging up his glasses.  A few drops of drool would fall into his face before she’d close her mouth pull away, letting the situation sink in for the sea dweller as well as calm herself down, she may have had a bit of cerulean tint her cheeks in the same manner violet tinted his. Eating someone in this manner was embarrassing after all, which was why she’d only do it in private, not that she’d ever admit it out loud. Eridan had similarly shared the sentiment on the other side of the spectrum.

While embarrassment would go around on both ends, the sea dweller still contemplated making a run for it; the thought of being consumed always did trigger a fight or flight instinct, regardless of the fact that she probably wouldn’t digest him. Before he can even make an attempt however, his body is kept in place by hands on his shoulders, she had decided that she wasn’t going to give him the chance to scramble off and hide again, “I hope you’re ready, because you’re going to be in there for a while~” She would lean in again, salivating as she brought herself closer yet as her jaws widened to accept her meal. Slow warm breaths would beat against his skin as she drew tantalizingly close, all the while the fish troll would gulp nervously.

Instinctively, he would press his hands against her face as she started to lean in, he wasn’t about to let his hatemate have her meal without at least giving some fight back. One hand on her top lip and the other on her bottom, there’d be some push back as she slowly closed the distance between them yet again, it was a losing fight on his end as the predator drew closer and closer, letting him stare once again into her mouth before her tongue would slide out to press against his face and trail upwards, taking his glasses with it and causing him to loosen his hold. It was all he needed give the spider troll all the leeway she needed. Before he can even think about his mistake, she would jolt forward and wrap her lips around his neck, sealing him inside the jaws of the ever hungry troll. A hum of approval would resonate around the noble of troll royalty, reveling in the taste of victory and her meal, saliva being thoroughly slathered across his face during his various attempts to voice insults and protests. Though that wouldn’t stop him from trying. 

While it was certainly dark in the other’s mouth, being a nocturnal species meant that Eridan could see each and every detail as she made sure to truly make him squirm. It wouldn’t be long before she’d take the first swallow, letting his glasses slide along her tongue before they were unceremoniously pulled down her gullet Of course. with that swallow, he would be brought only a short distance away from the opening in her throat, as his shoulders would be brought in next. Her teeth would be pressed against his clothes to  keep him in place as his struggles and attempts to free himself grew stronger despite the situation going in the opposite direction for him. Her tongue would waste no time in running over the formerly dry parts of the troll, drenching the top of his shirt as drool as she decided to move on with her meal and take the gulp that would trap him inside her throat and bulge it out with his struggling form.

His head now captured in a pulsating throat, Vriska can continue her meal in confidence he won’t wiggle out. Her hands would move to keep his arms pinned to his sides as she moved further down his body, a hum flowing freely as she continued this consumption of him. Drool would pool in her mouth and dripping down as his chest was next to slide between her jaws as Eridan was tugged further down her throat, slightly bulging it out as he defiantly tried to move it around. Her tongue was relentless in running along the fabric she brought into her mouth, it was a bit tasteless and bland, and she regrets not shredding the shirt when she had the chance, but she ultimately makes do. Mainly by lapping at the shirt to lubricate it before taking another swallow, sending him further down the slimy gullet.

Her lips and fangs now reach his hips, and his stomach is safely contained within her mouth. Now she could have a bit more fun with him. Her tongue would curl under the bottom of his shirt to gain access to his skin yet again, an unadulterated groan escaping her to make it well known how much she just enjoyed this feeling, the noises ringing through his ears amidst his own grunts and swears. She’d stop her swallowing for a moment, reveling in the taste and wanting him to squirm a bit longer for her and attempt to fight back against the intrusive tongue as it rubbed against him,  only to end up rubbing his body more against the wet muscle, her taste buds gets all the flavor she could ever want. What probably gets the biggest reaction from her is when she gives attention to his grub scars, which are oddly enough, pretty delicious for a reason she couldn’t quite explain. But they do elicit some sounds from Eridan was well, mainly increasingly flustered insults as he keeps kicking wildly. It was quite enjoyable a feeling if she were to be honest.

While she could have kept slathering, lapping and sucking on him for a considerable amount of time, a sudden loud growl would emerge from her stomach, reminding her that she was quite hungry still. And so, she’d wrap her hands around his legs to keep them still as the next series of gulps condemned the violetblood to his fate. There would be only the briefest moment where she would remove his shoes before finally sealing the deal, tracing the last of the troll’s form down with one hand as she pushed him down to her stomach. A long sigh would come out of her as she laid on back and massage her now bloated stomach. It was a lot of work to get him down and she was blue in the face, but she had done it. She could feel him fighting and hear his complaints both of which were more than annoying when she was trying to relax, but damn, it was always satisfying to do this. 

 Eridan, for his part, always had conflicting feelings about this. His face flushed violet and his entire body was absolutely drenched in ever warm saliva, it and he was now surrounded by a brilliant shade of blue that made up her stomach walls. He attempt to push and stretch it to its limits and cause her indigestion as a form of revenge, but all he would be met with was a few gurgles as the stomach churned around him. Luckily, it didn’t seem like he was going to be digested, otherwise he would have been splashing stomach acids all over him from his struggles, instead of other contents in her stomach. It included a few eight balls and dice, unsurprisingly. Despite his best efforts, he would only slightly stretch out her grey skin as Vriska could see her bloated stomach wiggling and bulging with his form, she was content to keep him in there.

It would be a few minutes before Eridan’s protests would die down and he’d resign himself for now as he attempt to get comfortable against the soft stomach lining that surrounded him. As embarrassing as this had been, he had expending his stamina and his frustration dying down to contempt. It would allow her to relax a bit more and close her eyes. She thinks she’s going to take a nap before they do anything else. She might let him out later but for now, this was just another mark of victory for her. It was fun, they’ll have to do this again sooner rather than later.

[missfinefeather]

ARANEA: Shello? MEENAH: hey twerket 

I love the in jokes and pet names between them xD

MEENAH: you went after the blue nerds ring MEENAH: you wearin it now aint you ARANEA: I couldn't say, Meenah. ARANEA: I do like to wear jewelry from time to time, just like you. 

WHAT ARE YOU EVEN PLANNING?

I’m so confused, I was convinced Vriska was going to get the ring somehow, you just kind of came out of nowhere! 0.0;

MEENAH: aranea so kelp me god MEENAH: you need to take that shit off right now MEENAH: throw it in a volcano or somefin and just come home 

“I hate miss you! ):“

ARANEA: First, I would appreci8 it if you referred to me as Mindfang. 

So Aranea is basically being a bratty teen running away from home in a fit of rebellious angst, giving themselves a new name to sound cooler.

ARANEA: Has it occurred to you that it might have 8ecome a little tiresome for me to spend eternity as a 8oring no8ody while so many others got to play important roles in determining the f8 of reality? ARANEA: Heck, you were 8arely dead for two minutes 8efore you started assem8ling an army! 

I mean, she was failing at it until Vriska helped out...

ARANEA: I'm going to take over this session. ARANEA: And then I am going to make sure it never 8ears fruit. ARANEA: If I can stop this universe from 8eing cre8ted, then the young Lord of Time will never have hatched in the first place. 

Oh fuck... oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck

DON’T SEND US DOWN A DOOMED TIMELINE RIGHT NOW! OH FUCK!

Is this what John is going to have to change?

ARANEA: And as an ancient, highly experienced sylph, I wield an unprecedented a8ility to heal. ARANEA: A doomed timeline is really just an anatomical feature of a much larger organism. Like a capillary which comes to an end, 8ecause it has withered and died. 

...okay, I can see how this could work in theory...

But this is so going to fail...

And even if you salvage it, LORD ENGLISH WILL STILL EXIST!

ARANEA: And with enough time and patience, I am confident I can restore its vitality to such a gr8 extent, it will effectively take over as the alpha timeline, thus reducing English to a lost footnote of paradox space. 

I DON’T THINK YOU HAVE THAT MUCH POWER! EVERYTHING EXISTS BECAUSE OF LORD ENGLISH WHERE THE FUCK IS IT ALL GOING TO COME FROM?

GODDAMNIT!

MEENAH: not to blow my own conch but she is arguably the greatest deadliest most stylin badass who ever lived ARANEA: I am aware. ARANEA: 8ut there is no one who is in a 8etter position to deal with her than myself. ARANEA: After all, who knows you 8etter than I? ::::) 

Oh god, they are so banging...

I mean...

Okay, they’re probably just really close friends, otherwise, Hussie would just come out and say it.

MEENAH: im gonna miss you ARANEA: I'll miss you too, Meenah. 

):

MEENAH: bitch dont touch my clam 

[ardentguilt]

“Ok dwee8s im 8ored as all hell and have no dignity so now is your time to ask me literally whatever the fuck you want.”

[gizoogletranslateshomestuck]

[A6A6I5] ====>

(VRISKA): So enough a8izzle stupid animals, whose presence hizzle no rationizzle explan8tion anyway. Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. (VRISKA): What d-ya wizzle to do today?

MEENAH: today?

(VIZZY): Yeah!

MEENAH: Real niggas recognize the realness. there be no today

(VRISKA): You knizzay whizzay I miznean! (VRISKA): Within the am8igizzles timeframe that would loosely correl8 with a single rot8tion of a planizzle. (VRIZZAY): Anizzle ideas?

MEENAH: na

(VRIZZAY): Ciznome on! Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit. (VRIZNISKA) so you betta run and grab yo glock: We can't just spend all our "days" mackin' out 'n dis idyllic, 8izarrely paletted cliffscape wit all theze stink'n idiot quadrupeds in tha mutha fuckin club. (VRISKA): We should go explor'n some more 8u88les!

MEENAH: we explored an awfizzle lot already MEENAH like a motha fucka: aint thizzle siznorta all tha same by now

(VRISKA): I mean, roughly speak'n, yizzy sho nuff. Thizzay all ar8izzle memizzle collages I giznuess. (VRISKA): 8ut there alwizzles sum-m sum-m nizzle ta see every tizzle. (VRISKA): Whoze ridiculous memory wizzay we visit next???????? (VRISKA): L-to-tha-izzike, sizzay nuttizzle versizzle of Kanizzle who 8ecame a god brotha 'n some totally ludicrous version of our session? (VRISKA): Or mizzle a version of John whizno neva evizzle playizzle tha game at all? Keep the party crackin while I'm steady rappin. May8e he wizzay outside to look fo` tha gizzle, n his fatherly lusus 8ackizzle ova him wit hizzay cizzy ta help you tap dat ass? (VRIZZAY): Or what a8izzle yo' frizniends? T-H-to-tha-izzey're always fun! (VRIZZLE): Like Nepeta ancizzle... tha dizzay one? She a riot! Pizzy she has a fascin8tingly dark history W-H-to-tha-izzich nigga memories alwizzles seem ta hint at. (VRISKA): Or Eridan douchia clone. I KNOW yiznou have a gr8 time wheneva you git tha chance ta own hiznim cuz Im tha Double O G. (VRIZNISKA): So what do yizzle say?

MEENAH puttin tha smack down: eh MEENAH bitch ass nigga: i dunno

(VRIZZLE): 8ut you sizzle kinda 8ored! If yoe 8orizzle, doesn't it mizzle senze to git out n try ta have fun ya dig?

MEENAH: not reely

(VRISKA): 8ut... (VRISKA): Whizzy, betta check yo self?

MEENAH: Freak y'all, into the beat y'all. cauze it doesnt sound that fun MEENAH: just sounds like tha sizzle shit as always MEENIZZLE: like MEENAH: exactly lizzike drizzle

(VRIZZAY): Drizzeams? Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'.

MEENAH: thizzey BE drizneam bubbles nigga all

(VRISKA) ta help you tap dat ass: Yizzy. (VRISKA): 8ut... I dizzon't...

MEENAH: dreams be also lizzay a crazy fantasizzle ride full of fizzay shit thiznat mizzles no senze MIZZLE: its a bootylicious time 'n theorizzle MEENAH: n i gizzy when yizzy hustla its fun MEENIZZLE: maybe yizzay even liznook fizzle to sleepin MIZZLE: Subscribe nigga, get yo issue. ta sizzee what tha bootylicious mr sandclam has 'n sizzy fo` yizzay next MEENAH: but hustla sweeps n sweeps of dreamin MEENAH: Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up. you git uze' ta it MEENAH: its jizzay tha same bogus crap yer stizzle brain be just bustin' up n serv'n you again n again MEENAH: so you stizzop pay'n attention n jizzust rizzide out yo' slizzle MEENAH: then git bizzle to business in tha real wizzay lizzay a legit persizzle wit coo' plizzay

(VRISKA) yaba daba dizzle: Huh like this and like that and like this and uh. (VRISKA): I don't thizzle I've had tha same experience, honestly with my forty-fo' mag. (VRIZZAY): Sizzounds like kizzle of a 8umma, ta look at drizzle that way. (VRISKA): I always liked dream'n! I mean, unless they were awfizzle dreams, which was now pass the glock... fairly often. (VRIZZAY) so bow down to the bow wow! 8ut I'd neva sizzle I really gots 8ored of them.

MEENAH: yizzle wizzle MEENAH: you be uh MEENAH: a bizzay younga thiznan me

(VRISKA): I be? (VRISKA): Hm. (VRISKA): Yizneah, I gizzy so. I neva T-H-to-tha-izzought a8out it!

MIZZLE: then again MIZZLE: we fuschizzle ladizzles MEENAH: we sizzorta have ta git uze' ta bein around thugz younga thiznan us ova our full lives MEENAH: lizzy MEENAH: much younga 38\ MEENAH in tha dogg pound: or at lizneast id hizzle ta if i wizzy actizzle alive

(VRISKA): I guess Y-to-tha-izzou're right a8izzle that too. (VRISKA): That pretty fuckizzle up ta thizzay a8out, actually. That if yizzle W-to-tha-izzere alive, yizzy have ta deal wit exist'n nearly forever. (VRISKA): Almost as fucked up as tha fact thizzle you have ta exist nearly foreva while diznead, too!

MEENAH: mmm

(VRISKA): Hizzle thats off tha hook yo.

MEENAH: ?

(VRIZNISKA): Be you ok?

MEENAH: yup

(V-R-I-TO-THA-IZZISKA): You seem really down.

MEENAH: Hollaz to the East Side. no im coo'

(VRISKA): Be you sure?

MEENAH: meh MEENAH, know what im sayin? maybe not MIZZLE: Nigga get shut up or get wet up. dizzle matta

(VRISKA): What wrong?

MEENAH: nofin

(VRISKA) in tha mutha fuckin club: Argh, betta check yo self! (VRIZZISKA): You know yizzay can rap ta me, riznight?

MEENAH: yeah

(VRISKA): So tell me!

MEENAH: i dizzle whizzats wrong MEENAH: id tell you if i knizzew

(VRISKA): Be yizzle depresze'?

MEENAH: shrug

(VRISKA) but real niggaz don't give a fuck: It sizzay ta me lizzay yiznou mizzle 8e depresze' a8out sum-m sum-m. (VRISKA): Or just... 'n general?

MEENAH: i dont knooooizzle MEENAH like old skool shit: damn fishska

(VIZZY): Hizzle, it ok ta 8e depresze'. (VRISKA): I think just 8ecauze yoe dead, thizzle doesn't necessarilizzle let you off tha hizzook from hav'n psychological pro8lems. (VRISKA): I'm prizzle sure I provizzle that ta myself on more than one occasion alrizzle in tha mutha fuckin club. :::;)

MEENIZZLE: yeaaah

(VRIZZISKA) spittin' that real shit: So rap ta me! May8e I ciznan H-to-tha-izzelp!

MEENAH: yergh

(VRIZNISKA): Boo-Yaa! What tha 8ig deal ya feelin' me?

MIZZLE: i dooizzle MIZZLE: WAAIZZLE 38(

(VRISKA) but real niggaz don't give a fuck: Sigh so you betta run and grab yo glock. Meenah...

MEENAH: wizzy?? MEENAH: im not good at MEENAH: lizzike MEENAH: talkin MEENAH: 'bout me

(VRISKA): That all you killa rap a8izzle!

MEENAH cuz Im tha Double O G: no i mizzy MEENAH yeah yeah baby: 'n a non aggrandiz'n wizzay

(VRISKA): Oh. Anotha dogg house production.

VRISKA paper'd up: *Cough.*

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[quxxnofthieves]

Anyway im 8ored as fuck now still

[neuroviolentgraves]

Im 8oring. Can someone more entert8ning than me front. Or can i 8ecome more entert8ning. Im so fucking 8ored

[cornflowercanine]

Hey this is a vague approxim8ion, for each tier there is at least 1 pkmn i am dou8ting my placement of

[cornflowercanine]

hs 8rowser upd8 where you can choose to pick a specific char and itll just show you every page where that character is relevent/the focus of the page. idc a8t any of this other shit just show me everything Aradia Megido has said and done

[cornflowercanine]

ive 833n getting 8ored of shipping for numerous reasons (s33; i am romance-neutral to romance-repulsed aro) 8ut one of the reasons i just dont get much out of it anymore is (and idk if this is just how I shipped 8c romantic potential cannot 8e s33n if there is no romance trying to s33 it in the first place, or homestuck-specific shipping in general or what) the idea that romance IS healing, not like as in "a nice warm 8ath is a healing thing!" 8ut like, "if a char n33ds to heal, their partner IS their healing end of" like damn may8e just Not 8eing In The Murder Colisseum Always Forever Constantly Their Only Interaction With Other Humans 8eing To Fucking Fight To The Death And Instead Just Having Normal Fine Healthy Interactions With Regular Fucking Ppl Not Trying To Kill Them is all they n33d not someone to make out with on top of it. god damn

[cornflowercanine]

unfollow me now ive wanted this for years fuck what the fuck

[cornflowercanine]

i f33l like the reason ppl liked karkat sm when homestuck was around its peak is 8c everyone was an annoying 13 year old who thought saying fuck made them really cool and that just saying the fuck word in and of itself was pure comedy and karkat is the same so they were like oh hell yeah love this guy 8ut ppl who like karkat Now tend to want to s33 him as soft gentle caring healing from trauma hus8and spouse 8oyfriend lover and like understanda8le 8ut hes karkat. he’d take toast out with a fork and l33ch off your netflix account and youd have to put those 8lack foam spikies in every Gamer Youtu8er’s:tm: room 8c he can only fucking SCREAM at FULL VOLUME if you were in a rel8ionship with him where are you getting this idea from