#nakodile

[faygos]

i made a LOHAC postcard for you to mail to your homestuck pals 🕶🔥

[plushrump-dot-com]

While I’m posting normal pics of plushies, here’s a few other little Homestuck related guys. I made these using patterns from the same person who made the Cal pattern I ransacked to make Daveplush. These guys are several years old as I made them while the comic was still in progress. Somewhere I have a Pyralspite scalemate too.

[brightestlulu]

4/13!!!! actually pretty happy with how this came out

[thewizardscurse]

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

Dave: add me to the broth

[homestuck-music-tournament]

Buy NAK Sell DOOF

Album: Genesis Frog Composer: Alex Rosetti Leitmotifs: Atomyk Ebonpyre, Buy NAK Sell DOOF Characters: Nakodiles, LoHaC, Dave Strider

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: A nakodile writes some Dave/Nakodile smut

Submitter: @wmb-salticidae

Note from submitter: Homestuck Kink Meme thread. There's a follow-up fic further down in the thread, "in which dave finds nakodile fanfiction and freaks"

[baableat]

Experimenting with art styles

Also, I changed my username! :) nakodiles -> baableat

[froggy-nebula]

it's funny but i think nannasprite is one of my favorite homestuck characters

i've been thinking a lot recently about post-retcon jade, and of course nanna comes with that. jade mentions having carapacian and consort friends, and jaspersprite was probably there too, but nanna is the only one who would really understand what she's lost

jaspers is cute but he's a cat at heart still, whatever carapacians she was talking to didn't really know june, and the consorts are hilarious but i have a really hard time imagining one of them sitting down and having a serious conversation about grief. that would be kind of amazing though someone write down "therapist nakodile" as an idea

but june was nanna's family, nanna's son had just died recently, and it's not only that! because nanna also knows what it's like to feel all alone in a horrible situation. nanna spent years alone with the condesce after her brother left her

so i think a lot about what happened on that ship during the years we didn't get to see, about what they could have talked about there

[smuppetshowmovie]

date: January 2, 2021 caption: Dave the Nakodile, by @laurasauras project: The Smuppet Show

Some backstory: New Year's Day, 2021 I was full of determination that this year was going to be more fun than the absolute dumpster fire that was 2020. And for that I needed a big project to look forward to and daydream about, because I was in full pandemic mode and not getting out much. Step one of this resolution involved working up the bravery to reach out to one of my favorite Homestuck fic writers, Laurasauras. I sent an email and asked if she'd be willing to write a screenplay that I could film someday and she said yes!

In that first email reply, she also included this absolutely brilliant muppet consort character sketch of Dave the Nakodile. Just look at his smug little face!! The transformation of Kermit's iconic sawtooth collar into a clockwork gear reference. The shades!!!!

Happy 4/13, Laura!

Thank you for taking a chance on this project, and thank you for your infinite patience as I inch slowly towards the finish line!!

[nintendont2502]

TRICK OR TREAT!!!

treat! you get one (1) nakodile plush

get revenge

[appetiteapex]

Good Cat Best Demon

Aradia flitted through the halls of her, Rosie's hotel, silently fuming. Rose was a darling, a delight, a peach, and several other culinary terms as well, but she was as slippery as she was squishy. Every time Aradia blinked her square demon eyes her mistress-pet has wandered off to the arms of another musclebound roidhulk, or rather she was gently pushed away by said hunk. It made Rosie even more of a handful then her figure was, and Aradia was starting to rankle at the incessant sharing of her favorite toy. Normally as a Demon this wasnt supposed to bother Aradia but, it did, especially the way she would swoon at them.

It was a itch that Aradia simply HAD to scratch, and was well within the capabilities to do so, given the vast windfall of depravity and indulgence that dripped from every word of her room mate. She had magic to burn, and longed for the warmth of the flame... But what?

Aradia stewed in her schemes, she couldn't hypnotize Rosie and even if she could she loved Rosie for who she was, no the problem is everyone else... She could simply... start killing people she supposed, but even that would do no good. Even if Aradia could kill a god or two, Rosie attracted paramours like flowers attract Bees, and Rosie dripped nectar. Aradia would lose more time keeping Rosie away from strangers then she would have if she just... let the strangers enjoy their Rosie time. Besides Rosie always liked them...

No clearly what Aradia needed to be was something essential, something so tied to Rosies life that it would be impossible to untangle...

That was when Aradia heard the mewing. Aradia grinned, looking up at the massive lump of muscle and scales sitting in the bedroom. Jaspersprite used to be Rose's little kitty, but ever since Rose fused him with a dragon and a wizard, all he has done is grown. The cat dominated the room, looming over statues, filling beds with scales and muscles, his wizardly prototyping only adding the barest vestiges of humanity, shaggier fur and proportions just a bit more appropriate to milk his personal creamtank. Jasper was her cat, something Rosie was obligated (As Jasper insisted) to feed, dote, and adore, and who, whenever it suited him, and it suited him plenty, feasted upon Rosies endless bounty... He was perfect.

Aradia sauntered over, resting a hand on the slumbering dragon. "Perfect..." She whispered, petting Jasper... Honestly she always got along with Rosie's fellow tormentor... it could be easy to replace him... but she was willing to compromise.

Aradia smiled, her shadow smiling too, the black spot widening, fattening, shaping into a single grin that covered the entire room in darkness. After all, Aradia thought as the jaws opened up, surrounding the two, friends share.

Rosie wandered the halls, jiggling confused at how... spacious things seemed, absent of the usual bother and bedlam. Today was unusually quiet, she did not even encounter any imps just strange marble skinned women who wanted nothing more then some of Rosie's autographs, took a bit longer then Rose liked to remember if her name had a i in it or not, but they were very patient, they even gave her their own autographs. Not that Rosie saw what they said, given they wrote them on HER, and on her blindspots, still Rosie assumed it was friendly!

Still, all things considered, things were uneventful, no nakodile mischief, no daring adventure too dangerous for her to win... not even a word from-

"Rooooooooooooooooooosie." A voice echoed in the hallways. Rosie sighed in relief. Oh there she is, good old reliable Aradia... though usually Aradia's voice didnt cause the hotel to rumble?

The glass panes shook louder and louder as the room grew warmer, something approaching, a large shadow filling the hallway like a big black wall aiming to crush Rosie beneath it. Rosie blinked, barely registering that maybe she should move away before it was upon her, and atop her. The mass of warmth being a shaggy tangle of hair, the shaggy thing covering her like a blanket, a imperctible weight pushing against her. "Oooooh you smell nice." Aradia purred, her red eyes peering from the darkness, big dilated circles that took in every quiver of the confused goddess. "Veeeeeeeeeerry nice." Aradia licked her lips, then, thoughtlessly, licked Rosies too. "Hmm... is that cherry, i've never had cherry." Aradia muttered.

It wasn't cherry but Rosie wasn't sure that was important. "Aradia? You look.... different?"

"Oh? You like it? Of course you do!" Aradia brushed her mane back, revealing large marroon scales that dotted her skin, the dark red color almost like her nakodile friends. "You see Rosie." Aradia licked Rosie again, her hands wrapped around the Goddess-pet. "Me and Jaspers got along so well together that... well I prototyped myself with him! And now we're Araspers. Or Jaradia. Or maybe it doesn't matter! You smell really nice, do you have dinner you smell like you have dinner." Aradia's ears wiggled, all four of them, the demonic dragon eyes drifting away from Rosie's face down to her bossom. Aradias grin widened, and widened, and widened, far wider then any human could. Then the room rumbled.

Rose looked back and saw that, while Aradia sure looked a little more... dragonic, that was nothing compared to her backside. While Rosie's sister was always most... everything hips down, Aradia was a different story. When one looked down from Aradia's hips you saw a entire monster, a giant, long cat dragon that jutted from beneath Aradia like a centaur, just much much bigger... and hungrier.

"Oh its fine..." Aradia started to yawn, pulling Rosie's top off, the demons subtlety drowned in catlike directness. "I'll just feed myself." Aradia lifted a teat to her lips and began to drink...

And then, hours later, when she was done drinking, she fell asleep, right atop Rosie. And Aradia was right, Rosie didn't manage to slip away this time, not when she had a truck of milk and muscle pinning her down.

[davekat-sucks]

Dave is a class traitor who has made a fortune on the backs of the poor nakodiles with his time travel powers

[aspen1185]

A snippet from Chapter 2 of Marionette Sans Strings If you haven't read Chapter 1 yet, here's the link! You’ve never been so relieved to hear the word Nak five to ten times a second every single second. Nor have you been so relieved to have the pain in your head skyrocket. The little red crocodiles slide around the apartment, but only one dares to approach you. The nakodile is small, maybe about the size you were before Cal started talking to you as much. It blinks up at you before clawing its way up the couch. See, this kind of shit is why you chose Texas and not Florida. Fucking crocodiles climbing trees and shit. 

[strider-syndrome]

i got a used nakodile plush and just baptized him lutheran style from a pickle rick shot glass

[homestuck-music-tournament]

Tribal Ebonpyre

Album: Homestuck Vol. 6: Heir Transparent Composer: Erik Scheele Leitmotifs: Atomyk Ebonpyre, Sburban Jungle Characters: Dave Strider, Nakodiles