#kitty bro strider

[r1ver-x3]

Took me awhile to make this, turned into a mess during that time so it looks pretty poopy.

- X3 -

I hate the shading.. I should have went for a different colour honestly.

[boobstrider]

half assed sprite edits based on an rp server. sorry this is all i have for today... sleeping bro sprite under cut

[bazil44geto]

Bro Strider is the realest person EVER❗️❗️❗️

How to become Bro Strider no glue no borax tutorial

[stridersshitpost]

Meow!

[quadrantadvisor]

Your name is DAVEPETA… Strider-Leijon? Leijon-Strider? Leider? Strijon? You’ll HAVE TO THINK ABOUT THAT. You are the combination of a SICKNASTY COOLGUY, an ADORABLE CATGIRL, and some kind of BRAINLESS FEATHERY ASSHOLE. You were created as a BULLSHIT GAME ABSTRACTION that gave you ULTIMATE KNOWLEDGE OF PARADOX SPACE in a manner that could even be called EXPONENTIAL. But you have trouble remembering all of that stuff now. You dabble in a great many CREATIVE PURRSUITS, because to deny the world your delightfully earnest yet self aware visionary stylings would be a MOTHERFUCKING CRIME. You are an infamous user on several ROLEPLAYING FORUMS. You record videos of yourself doing CUTE THINGS, which people believe are COSPLAY of your FURSONA. You have also recently started a brand new WEBCOMIC. Basically, you post a lot of shit online that is NOT VERY GOOD but that you pretend to believe is GOD'S GIFT TO MANKIND, because it is incredibly fun and also hilarious. Sometimes you miss the THRILL OF THE HUNT, but other times the idea makes you KIND OF UNCOMFORTABLE, so mostly you hunt stuff that’s ALREADY DEAD, which is fun too! You use the sanitized and preserved remains to create totally rad CORPSE ART, which is actually not ironic at all and is honestly KIND OF PERSONAL, so you mostly keep it to yourself. B33 < *you precede your sp33ch with a double mouthed kitty face in loving memory of your purrecious lusus but also she is wearing cool sunglasses because that would be pawsitively fucking radical*

-

You live with your BROSUS, which is sort of like a lusus except he is actually a human guardian. He is basically the COOLEST GUY TO EXIST IN ANY UNIVERSE EVER, and you’re really happy he’s alive again, even though things can be COMPLICATED. You no longer live with THAT FUCKING PUPPET, which seems like it helps? Yeah, he’s still cagey and inscrutable and he leaves his SMUPPETS all over the apartment, which you hate because even though they are soft they are NOT CUTE, just WEIRD AND GROSS. But whatever. It’s BRO. You CAN’T STAY MAD AT BRO.

-

After all, he gave his life for you once.

[terrifiedtrinket]

YOU. GIVE ME THAT BRO STRIDER KITTY EDIT WITH NO KITTY EARS AND PINK STUFF AND MY LIFE IS YOURS.

unfortunately idk who made the original thingy bc my friend sent it to me

but here since i feel like u might like it a little bit

[sebbywrites]

Rain (Dirk x gn!Reader)

Summary: Just a cute little one shot of Dirk and a gn reader centered around the monsoon season :)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was raining again. It had been raining for the past week with almost no break, which was unusual for your desert home. Granted, your neighborhood was a good 30-minute drive from the rest of the city in a more mountainous part of town with no street lights and full of hicks, so your house usually got more rain than the rest of town.

You inherited this property from your parents, your siblings had all moved out of state and had lives of their own, so they were content with you taking care of the house. 

You had always liked the rain, given you were raised in a city with very little of it to start with. The smell of the creosote bushes and the sound of the water droplets hitting the desert floor calmed you. 

To keep yourself company, aside from the tortoises that you inherited alongside the house (they weren’t very, uh, social) and your two cats, you adopted an Australian Shepard named Strawberry. Kitty and Karma were skeptical at first, but came around eventually. 

Right now though, you were sitting on your back patio drinking a cup of warm tea by your propane fireplace. It was nice to finally relax from your day at work. Strawberry was curled up at your feet, too afraid to go out into the yard because of the rain. 

Your favorite pair of brothers were supposed to fly in from their Texas apartment next week. As much as you loved the rain, you really hoped the storm system would pass by then.

─── [1 New Message] ───

timaeusTestified Today at 7:27 PM

What are you doing rn?

I Drink Too Much Caffeine lol Today at 7:28 PM

why don’t you ever change your server nickname

i’m on the back porch 

why

timaeusTestified Today at 7:28 PM

So you’re home

Good 

Can you open up, it’s fucking raining out here.

I Drink Too Much Caffeine lol Today at 7:29 PM

W

hat

You and Dave are here???

Fucking

Hold on

─── timaeusTestified is typing... ───

You rushed to open the front door, not really caring what his response was because you already knew. 

You stared at the two blonds on the covered front porch in absolute disbelief. They were both drenched like they walked over in the rain, which they probably did. Rideshare services only ever went to the end of the paved road, which completely misses your house as your street was just dirt and loose gravel.

“.....What the fuck are you doing here?”

Dave slapped the back of his brother’s head, knocking his triangle shades askew (“Dude!”). The exhaustion and exasperation were clear in his voice as he pointlessly asked Dirk if he remembered to tell you their flight was changed. Obviously, he did not.

“Roxy had to change our flight to an earlier one, and this one-” he glared at his brother pointedly- “was supposed to text you about it.”

The rain had started to pick up just as you ushered the brothers into your house. Strawberry didn’t bark at them, luckily, but because she was still only 3 years old she was excitedly jumping and sniffing around.

“Fuckin idiots, you should’ve called me to pick you up, I’ve been home for hours!” you grumble quietly while trying to push Strawberry away. 

Dirk sheepishly while adjusting his sunglasses to sit correctly on the bridge of his nose, “Sorry, (Y/n)...”

“Never mind that, both of you need to go take warm showers. Now.”

“Aye aye, captain!” 

You stared blankly as they ran off in different directions. They had both stayed over enough that they might as well have lived here before you did, so they knew their way around. 

The younger two Striders’ parents were never around because of work, and their older twin brothers (both were only ever addressed as ‘Bro’ so even now as an adult, you had no idea what their names were) were horrible at guardianship. When they were 8 and 10, their brothers finally got legal guardianship over them and promptly moved to your city for college. The boys became quick friends with you at school and would stay the night a lot before they moved back to Texas at the end of the 8th-grade year. 

But enough back story, that isn’t what you’re here for. 

Seeing as your boys were taking their sweet ass time in the shower (probably using up all of your favorite soaps, to be honest), and you hadn’t eaten since you got home many hours ago, you got started making a simple chicken noodle soup.

It was suiting since the dry air mixed with rain for the past week just made everyone cold. Especially since your house was solely tile, apart from the occasional accent rug in some of the (rather large) rooms. 

Once the vegetables and chicken were done, you added the broth to the pot and turned the heat down. Satisfied with how it was going, you turned your attention to their half-open luggage still sitting in the entryway.

You set their things into each of your guest bedrooms for them- who are you kidding, these were their bedrooms; They both decorated them as they saw fit after the 5th consecutive month-long fly-out to visit you. There was no such thing as a guest bedroom in this house. Unless you decided to convert your office space back into a bedroom, and you really didn’t want to do that. Both rooms were furnished with a full-size bed, a desk with a complete setup, a 50-inch wall-mounted TV, and whatever else the two decided they needed in their rooms.

Dirk and Dave returned to the open living space from their much-needed showers to see you curled up on the couch under a blanket eating your soup and watching something on the TV.

You took notice of them, of course, sending them off to get their soup before they joined you.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Everyone had long since bid each other goodnight, and yet at nearly 2 in the morning, you sat up in bed abruptly, scaring off your cats who lifted their heads in surprise at your movement. You would usually be found asleep by now, but for some reason, you just couldn’t tonight. Not even the gentle pitter-patter of the rain droplets on your windows could lull you to sleep.

This is what I get for forgetting to buy another bottle of melatonin, you thought to yourself as you pulled yourself out of bed to go brew a cup of chamomile tea.

You just set your cast iron teapot on the stove to heat the water when a phone flashlight nearly blinded you. The owner of said light moved it towards the floor once they noticed you squinting at the brightness.

“Sorry... again,” Dirk chuckled. “What are you doing up?”

His iconic triangle shades were left on his bedside table, leaving you to stare into his bright orange eyes. 

“I couldn’t sleep, so I came out here to make some tea,” you stated. “What are you doing up Mr. I couldn’t sleep the entire 2-hour plane ride? If anything, you should be, like, in a coma right now.”

You and Dirk broke the beat of silence with hushed chuckles.

“I guess you’re right,” he said. He looked at the ceiling with a smile, thinking about it. “I guess I was just so excited to come back and it hasn’t worn off just yet.”

You rolled your eyes, taking the teapot off the stove after examining the water with your phone flashlight. You put your teabag in to brew, while Dirk just stared at you with a look on his face that you couldn’t place. Content maybe? He did always say that this house felt more like a home to him than quite literally anywhere else he’d lived throughout his life.

Yeah. Content. It couldn’t be anything other than that, you thought to yourself bitterly as well as sadly.

You had no idea when it happened, or how, but you knew that you had been in love with the orange-eyed blond for some time now. Trying to distance yourself from these feelings only made you feel like shit, like you were keeping a secret from your childhood friend, but you could never gather up the courage to confess to him either. Once again, this is because he was your best friend.

“The rain is still going, huh?” Dirk spoke up, bringing yourself out of your thoughts.

You looked out the window on the backdoor, listening and watching as the rain poured down. It was barely noticeable from where you stood, but you could tell that the wash running through your backyard was flowing.

“It’s been like this all week, Dirk,” you smiled. “Did you even read any of my messages?”

He only hummed in response, accompanied by a quite obvious rolling of his eyes.

“So...”

“So...?”

“Um-” Hello? Dirk Strider never in his life started with an um. Is he nervous- “You can totally say no, but... can I.... hang out in your room tonight?”

Pink dusted itself over his freckled cheeks and his eyes started darting around nervously. He was looking anywhere but at you. You stifled a giggle as best as you could (he still heard it and by god, their laugh is gorgeous) before telling him you didn’t see a problem with it.

Your LED lights illuminated the room when you turned them on before you lowered their brightness to a soft glow. 

“You can sleep in here, too, if you want,” you said when he noticeably jumped at the sound of thunder reverberating through the house. 

“Thanks...”

It was almost 4 in the morning by the time the two of you drifted off to sleep. Half awake, Dirk pulled you close to his chest and tucked your head under his chin as you lay under the covers. Unknowingly, you snuggled into his warm embrace (seriously, he was like a human space heater). 

It all felt so natural to him, like he’d been doing it forever. 

He absentmindedly feathered a kiss to the crown of your head before he drifted off to sleep himself.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Waking up in Dirk’s arms and the smell of his cologne was a frightening (for 2 seconds while you gathered your bearings) then pleasant experience. It almost pained you to pull yourself out of bed, but given that it was just past 11 am and you had a sleep schedule to keep for work, you had to. You gently removed Dirk’s arms from around your torso and got ready for the day.

You knew that the Striders had planned to be your roomies for a month, and given that your house was beginning to dwindle on supplies you should probably go to the store for groceries. You made a quick list of what you needed to buy before heading out - not without a note stuck on the fridge, of course.

Just as you closed the garage, Dirk woke up to an empty bed. He laid there for a good 20 minutes trying to fight off waking up so he could go back to dreaming, but alas, the morning called.

Dave also staved off his brother’s sleep by making an absolute racket in the kitchen a few feet outside your bedroom door, but I digress. 

“G’mornin’....” he groggily stumbled into the kitchen. “Where’s (Y/n)?”

“Shoppin’, if the rain doesn’ make traffic too bad I’d guess they’ll be home pretty soon.”

Kitty circled around Dirk’s legs, rubbing against him and meowing.

“I jus’ fed her and Karma, fuckin’ whore,” Dave said in irritation. Since Dirk knew his brother loved cats, especially these two, he knew there wasn’t any actual malice behind his words.

“Aha!” Dave shouted in glee, almost startling Dirk off his chair at the island. “I finally found where (Y/n) hid the Life!”

Dave made bowls for the two of them and began pestering his brother about being in your room.

“I knew you had a crush on them but I never took you for a snooper,” he teased.

“I wasn’ snoopin’, asshat. (Y/n) let me sleep in their bed last night since we both couldn’t sleep, and the thunder got bad.”

“And yet I slep’ like a baby.”

“Yeah, well, I got attacked by the fridge full of swords more than you did.”

“That’s because you’re an idiot who never learned not to open the fridge.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Dave looked at his brother seriously all of a sudden, his teasing laughter ceasing near immediately. Dirk glanced back at him in surprise. 

“What?”

“When are you goin’ to tell them?”

“I-” Dirk was interrupted by the sound of the garage opening, and your car pulling in. He glanced at the garage door for a moment before answering his brother.

“Soon. I think.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

That evening, Dave convinced the two of you to have a movie night. Halfway through whatever it was you were watching (Dave picked, it was some indie movie his boyfriend liked), you could feel yourself beginning to feel sleepy. Dirk took notice of you starting to nod off and let you rest your head in his lap; he started to absentmindedly play with your hair, which only made you fall asleep faster.

Not that you could see it, but Dirk was smiling softly with pink dusting his cheeks once more. A few minutes of playing with your hair later, he too began to feel tired. He adjusted the position you were in to where he could lay back on the couch with you held firmly to his chest, your legs tangled together.

By the end of the movie, you and Dirk had fallen asleep cuddling on the couch (Dave was really the only one watching it anyway, so it wasn’t like it was hard not to).

It was late into the night by the time you woke up, still snuggled into Dirk’s chest. Dave had long since turned off the TV and gone to his room to video call Karkat. It was just the two of you.

You inhaled heavily, before gently untangling yourself from the blond’s grasp after a few minutes of soaking in the moment. Your hunger pains trumped cuddling with the man you were deeply in love with.

You had decided to just make dinner for the three of you. The storm started up again as soon as the food was almost ready. You looked out the windows to the back porch, watching the torrent of rainfall onto the desert landscape of your backyard. It was really coming down hard now.

Dirk finally sat up from his spot on the couch to look over at you, unknown to you. He stared at you, completely enamored just at the sight of your bedhead and tired eyes gazing out the window at the rain. 

You caught his gaze when you turned around to grab serving dishes from a cabinet. 

“Good Morning sleepy head,” you smiled. “Dinner is ready, could you go let Dave know?”

Dirk swallowed thickly, his mouth suddenly tasting like cotton. Should I..?

“Dirk?”

“Can I... talk to you?” The orange-eyed blond flicked his uncovered eyes from you around the room, nervousness practically oozing from his awkwardly stood form against the back of the couch. 

“Talk to you...?” you mumbled. “Sure, I’ll, uh, grab my shoes and we’ll go outside.”

Dirk took the lead walking out back. He led you down the stone pathway from the porch and to the gazebo. Why did he want to walk out there when it was raining (well, sprinkling now, desert storms die down quickly), you had no clue. 

“What’s up?” You asked. “You seem... weird. Is something wrong?”

Quietly, Dirk lit the oil lamp on the table under the gazebo. Raindrops made a soft pitter-patter, then dribbled down the steel roof. 

“I- this is probably a bit blunt, but I wanted to confess to you,” he once again flicked his eyes around. 

....

“What did you want to confess?”

You could feel your own nervousness start to bubble up. You tried to observe the man in front of you, wanting an answer from his body language for your question. You took note of the raindrops in his spiked, blond hair, and how the light from the oil lamp made his gorgeous orange eyes shine like neon signs in the dark of the rainy night.

He was gorgeous, meaning he was way out of your league, and in no way meant ‘confess to you’ as in ‘I am in love with you’.

Right? Right!?

“I know you know what I meant, (Y/n),” he deadpanned.

You swallowed the spit that accrued in your long moment of thinking, still nervous.

“You.. You love me?”

“I... Yeah, I love you, (Y/n).”

There were no more words that needed to be said. The two of you simply gave each other a look that confirmed the thoughts both of you had. The feeling was mutual. For years, the two of you had been pinning for each other, and finally, one of you had said something.

Dirk moved to put his hands on your waist, his lips barely brushing past yours. “Will you give me the honor of being yours?” He whispered.

An absolute blushing mess, you whispered back, “Only if you’ll let me be yours.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, my love.”

And so, the two of you kissed under the palely lit gazebo in the soft desert rain.

[bringcal]

is the "lil cal" Jake stuff an au?

Anon i would like you to know you made me finish this up so i can answer this.

... soooo.. Yes but also no?? but also yes?

originally cal jake is just my persona and just associated it with what I call "calstuck" , a general joke au where everyone in the comic is dressed like lil cal. But I started thinking and came up with Becquerel dirk as well.

Here's how it works:

Jake partly being lil cal would come from bro strider, while Dirk partly being bec would come from Grandpa harley. This means that If jane would be part-something, itd be from mom lalonde, and roxy would be part-something from nanna.

For beta kids, it would mean jade is connected to alpha dave, dave is connected to grandma english, rose is connected to poppop crocker, and john is connected to alpha rose.

Associated items or concepts are up to interpretation, but this is what I came up with personally:

Jake is lil cal ( Because of bro strider )

Jake isn't just dressed like cal. Hes also additionally more insane and generally full of laughter. He also seems to be a literal puppet.. looking human but if you broke his seams, stuffing would come out!

Dirk is becquerel ( Because of grandpa harley )

Dogboy. has doggy attributes. generally quite powerful too. loves his radiation steak. essentially dogtier

Jane is Jaspers ( Because of mom lalonde )

Kitty cat ! just more cat-like. meow meow

Roxy is a Harlequin ( Because of nanna. This is more of a Dad egbert thing, but I couldn't make her into a cake monster.. )

Like Jake, roxy is stuffed just doesn't look like it. Roxy has more of a trickster passion now as well. Limbs are longer probably

Jade is maplehoof ( Because of Alpha dave )

Horse girl, partakes in horsy activities like running and galloping more :) No hooves, still have human hands and feet!

Dave is L.E ( Because of Grandma english )

Dave isn't actually that powerful. Ego is through the fuckin roof. like cal jake, also in kind of insane. has a gold tooth !

John is a wizard ( Because of Alpha rose )

John actually has powers! Has a needle wand and silly outfit. more of a Wise Guy ( tee hee )

Rose is a stuffed corpse ( Because of poppop. Sorry I didn't know what to do for him )

dead girl walking, bitch!

If you want to change up the order ( such as dave being cal, thus making dirk maplehoof, etc. ) thats totes chill. Mix and match however the hell you want. Theres no backstory to this and is completely utterly for fun

[2ollux-and-company]

(credit to Vim_des on twitter for our icon.)

(credit to benkeibear on tumblr for our dividers.)

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Gamzee Makara: I LiKe GoIn By ClOwN/ClOwNsElF. I’m DeFiNeTlY A MiNoR So DoN’t TrY To GeT It On ReD StYlE. I’lL MoStLy PoSt RaNtS, SoUrCe MeMoRiEs, AnD My VrIsKa ObSeSsIoN. My TaG Is #terminallycapricious.

Vriska Serket: hi! ::::) i go by she/her (but i’m experimenting with he/they!!!!!!!!) and i’m an adult! i’ll mostly just re8log shit like fanart (mostly of me ::::)) 8ut i’ll also make appreciation posts a8out my darling girl nepeta! my tag is #arachnidsgrip

Nepeta Leijon: :33< i go by kitty/cat!!! i’m vrhisska’s kid and i’m thirteen! i lovelovelove reblogging silly posts and i’ll post my own someclimbs! i’ll also post a lot about karcat and equihiss (they were my moirails!) my tag is #arseniccatnip!

Dave Strider: i go by he/crab (in honor of karkat my silly rabbit) and i’m a grown man B) i’ll mostly talk about karkat and sollux, and i’ll totally reblog shit about them too. my tag is #turntechgodhead.

Bro Strider: I go by he/him. I’m 28. I won’t post much, probably, but I’ll reblog anything about my dope ass lil bro. My tag is #timaeustestified.

Kanaya Maryam: I Go By She/Buzz/Flower. I Love Rose Very Much, So Most Of My Posts And Reblogs Will Be Rose-Centric And I Will Subject You To Each Post Twelve Times A Day. My Tag Is #grimauxiliatrix.

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Doublespirit: i’m duwalscar vantas! i go by he/it/sor and im a duwalscar sufferer-wways kin! no, not a fictive, i knoww. buwt anywway i’ll probably post art n shit ya my tag is #doublespirit

Kerpop Makara: yO yO YOOOO it’S thE GRAND MOTHERFUCKING HIGHBLOOD iN thE FUCKING HIVE YO! I gO bY hE/honK/snorT anD I FUCKING LOVE MEN. I mighT noT posT mucH, buT iF I dO I MOTHERFUCKING RECKON i’lL posT abouT mY sourcE. mY taG iS #ghb

[gurowitch]

HEWO o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o

I'm a polytheist pagan/jew n this is my digital journal n also a way 2 keep stuff for my pc deities !

THE STUFF IN HERE MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME, SO IF YOU ARE NOT OKAY WITH THE FOLLOWING PLS DONT COME IN HERE !!!

Gore

Substance abuse

Mentions of people being hurt

Mentions of traumatic things (s/a, abuse, yk I vent here.)

And things like that

Pc deities I work wit !

- Strade [ BtD ]

- Gamzee Makara [ Homestuck ]

- Hello kitty [ Sanrio ]

- Bro Strider [ Homestuck ]

- "Fox" [ BtD ]

NO DNI BUT DONT BE A CRY BABY OR A DICK 💕

[applejuiceaddictyo]

slowly clippin more hello kitty bows to my shades to the tune of that one meme of the person gettin progressively more clown-costumed. i would argue that the 'more liked alternate version of you' thing is a little more genetic than the swords though honestly. that shit was all nurture, no nature, bud. sorry for makin you like men and a blonde though. pick a struggle, amirite.

yeah no this might be a body mod now. youre permanently pretty-princessed. its okay though, you're a hella good princess and mine've fused to my shades so im also a pretty princess for life now. this is the new strider brand.

two in one struggle, the ultimate bird twink. its a hard life and im once again blaming you. how could you, bro. how could you

gotta clip more bows to my neck fluff shit, just pile them on there. looks way too empty compared to the monstrosity that is now my hair. they probably wont come off either. is there superglue in these?

[r1ver-x3]

Another kitty bro, and I did kinda trace this one (only the pose and the dress, tails and ears. the rest is by reference.)

^^ The reference in question. (also you can request me to draw something if you want :3)

[boobstrider]

what homestuck character do you think would have hello kitty’s phone number?

bro strider. but in all seriousness probably feferi, jade, and ESPECIALLY nepeta or roxy. Here is a fef doodle... she's getting a call.

[araksi413]

thank you for the tag scott !!!!!! smiles :]

here's kitty me !! :D the green is so so nice

@boober-fjeri @bro-strider-tgirl-tits

loaf chain !! make yourself into a loaf cat and tag your friends !

@rosethorn-zz, @ezandaces, @sunnyinajar

[post-cal]

@ask-roxy-and-the-cat-army 

You aren’t really trying to sleep, but you had closed your eyes for a moment of rest and you were enjoying the temporary peace.

Were being the keyword here because you heard a cat in your apartment and suddenly the little shit was staring right at you and goddamn you would call Rox immediately to complain about her mutant kitties escaping her lab except you broke off contact with her years ago and her lab isn’t located anywhere near you.

Are you hallucinating the cat?

You decide you abso-fucking-lutely do NOT want to deal with this shit. So you turn over and tell the cat to fuck off.

[bro-strider-hate-blog]

Bro, looking through his closet: what should i change into.

Dave, from his room: a better person