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Day Nineteen: Your Favorite Moiral . Nepeta and Equius~ Best pals (?) Purrfect friends~ . #inktober #inktober2017 #homestuck #homestuckchallenge #drawing #dibujo #tradituonalart #art #ink #fanart#myart #my_art #daynineteen #nepeta #leijon #nepetaleijon #equius #zahhak #equiuszahhak #equiusnepeta #nepetaequius #troll #homestucktroll #friends

[calware]

Would you be willing to tag stuff for nepeta/equius content?

yeah sure! i'll try to use #nepetaequius but i might forget

[lostsometime]

MollyYasha and NepetaEquius on a double Moirail date

blessed concept

[escaping-this-life]

A parody of "Do You Wanna Build A Snowman?" I wrote. (+ a reprise)

Sorry for any feels this may cause :/

[princelycosplay-blog]

:33< s33! I can be strong to Equius!! 

[skaianr]

A Hand in Holding Hands - Chapter 44

Chapter 44: Safe Here Rating: Teen Relationships: Sollux & Nepeta, Jade & Nepeta, Equius <> Nepeta, Sollux & Aradia, Aradia <3< Equius.

Wherein Nepeta lets off steam in the direction of the two people most likely to be impacted by it, and march towards the finale begins.

[kristalldroppar]

I hope that we all can agree that Nepeta and Equius have one of the most beautiful relationships in homestuck 

[sappyburnttoast]

I'm at a stage right now where i desperately need NSFW of my otp, BUT THERE IS LIKE LITTLE TO NONE OF EITHER OF THEM!!! 

[randomness-unicorn]

[askficanon-blog]

And here's a paring I've never redrommed before! I was actually really interested in this and curious and have no idea how the dynamics should be exactly and I like it wow so uh Yeah, redmon Nepquius. Equinep? Whatever you'd like to call it.

Not sure if this turned out well, tho? I mean, I tried wow. And I just read something with these two being top-class zombie-apocalypse-survivors and wanted to do it. If you don't like it I'll rewrite it or something! .n. For tsukikoneko

[EDIT: I forgot a readmore whoops.]

 When it started, you would easily have admitted you were terrified. You were terrified that they would get you, terrified that you would get bitten and be unable to get back, terrified that you would get back and swing open the door and she would be infected. She would, easily, be better off dead than a monster. She would never want to be a monster.

Years of service to the military have taught you all you need to know on survival. But Alabama is far enough away - three states, you were just visiting an old friend from your military days and got stuck but you should have been back faster - that you worry. Of course, Nepeta has always been able to take care of herself. Since you were kids, she’s been more than capable of handling herself. But now… Worry overtakes you as you speed past the sign lead into your small home town.

Slamming on the breaks just outside your apartment, where she should be.

The silence is eerie, foreboding to the point that your heart stops and your throat clenches. The door is hanging open, bright red coating the surface in hand prints and smears. A low, pitiful groan resonates from the inside. The face that peeks out is unrecognizable, torn to bits, the rest of the body just as ragged. Under the coat of rusty brown - blood, blood, so much blood - you can see a speck of green.

Your voice gives out as the shorter figure hobbles forward, a zombie in all respects. Something in your chest cracks, hits your stomach, shatters. No. No. This isn’t fair, this isn’t wasn’t supposed to happen. She was supposed to stay safe and you were going to come for her and and and - it isn’t right.

She holds her arms out, blunt, torn, bleeding fingers clawing for you instinctively. You let her come, stare and take a few deep breaths. You should move. You should kill her; put her out of her misery, save her. Save yourself. When you swallow it feels thick, like you’re swallowing a golf ball, and you hear a low rumble of a sigh in your throat. It hurts your chest and stomach to see her like this. It’s physically and mentally painful to see this.

Unconsciously, you take a step towards her. Another. And another. “Equius!” Her fingers curl in your shirt, trying for skin, for blood, and you pull a hand behind you to grope for an arrow. “Stop!” you can hear her now, just in your head. “Kill her!”

And you do. You slam your hand up, the arrowhead smashing up through her chin, farther, farther, she makes a strangled, wet noise and you push against her, watch her stumble and screech and fall. She hits her knees, and then falls with her face between her feet. There’s a knife lodged in the back of her skull, and the sight makes you sicker than you could have imagined.

Your stomach gives a heave and you reach down, slow, careful, and tug on your arrow. It slides out with surprisingly little resistance and you shove it into your holder quickly.

Your name is Equius Zahhak and you think you just killed the love of your life.

“…Equius?” The fact that you can still imagine her, standing there and talking, has your stomach twisting uncomfortably. Or, you assume you’re imagining her. That is, until there’s warm weight against your chest and you’re staring down at a head of light brown hair and green eyes are staring back at you. “Are you hurt? If you’re hurt-“

It takes all of ten seconds for you to realize that this is Nepeta she’s alive she’s breathing and she just saved your life and wait she just saved your life. You stare at her, one arm coming up out of habit to wrap tentatively around her shoulders as she stares back. She looks expectant, like one who has just asked a question and is waiting for an answer. This time, you don’t have one.

There are a few seconds where the silence lurks between you, where the Dead don’t exist. “I…er…” You think you might need a towel. “My apologies.” is the only thing you can babble out for a moment, and then words come back to your head like facts to a scholar. “I was under the impression - I just - I thought that was you.”  

Green eyes meet your own royal blue and the two of you are caught in a stock-still staredown for a long time. And then she’s littering your face with kisses, sweet, chaste presses of lips to your cheeks and  chin and eyelids and lips. Nepeta is on her toes to reach you, fingers curling in your shirt as she shooshes you.

Words leave you as quickly as they sauntered in, and you’re left holding her to you and praying you don’t wake up in your bed in a cold sweat, alone. The girl - woman, you think to yourself - you love pulls back and seems to realize you’re both standing over a dead body. She blinks down at it uneasily, as if expecting it to stand back up and bite her shoulder. The two of you beat it to the punch, pull away to your truck and turn the key.

“Hey, Equius.” When you look over, Nepeta is worrying her bottom lip and looking in the rearview. Her hand finds yours, fingers curling with your own in a way that, after all these years, still has your chest tightening. “We’re going to be fine, right?”

You swallow hard, gently squeeze her hand and nod a few times to yourself. “Of course we will.”

Neither of you look back, neither of you wait for the radio to crackle to life and tell you the world is going to be fine. Instead, you keep moving. You keep going. You keep living. Together.

Your name is Equius Zahhak, and you are a survivor.

* * * *

“Holy shit.” You look over to see Karkat staring at the television screen, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. You see a few images, videos, looping onscreen. One of a horde of walkers, their ranks falling to the ground, another of a young man and woman - one small and cat-like, the other large and muscled - they go by quickly, loop back around. “Son of a bitch, they’re good.”

The harsh voice on the television sounds like it hasn’t been used in a while. They’ve been broadcasting once a month since the disease began to spread, a ‘DOC SCRATCH’ who claims to have been a part of the crew working on the virus. And now, this. Loosing videos of men and woman surviving the Dead. It seems almost like he’s betting on who wins and who loses.

“…survivors from Alabama, they’ve been slowly cutting their way through the crowds of Dead. Quite literally, in fact.” You wonder how he even has videos of all of this.

“Rose.” Dave shoots you a look from his place sitting on the table by the now-moving Karkat. “You thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?”

You pause, glance at the television, at your map, at the old bar you’re sitting in, and then at your other, sleeping, companions in the booths. “Are you suggesting we ‘get our go on’ again?”

He gives you a long look and you see Karkat waking the others, throwing a pack over his shoulder and grunting something about the people you’ve just seen on the tv. It takes fifteen minutes for all of you to get ready. And then you’re shutting the door to the bar. You can just hear the television through the crack of the door before it shuts.

“Half a year into the spread of the virus and lovers become fighters. Who’s next?” You shut the door, block out the sound of the man broadcasting. “We are a people at war, and this is how we will live.”

[melochite]

gingerbread - equius <> nepeta

((grr, i'm like a day late for all of these.))

“:33 < and look! now there’s a purretty little gingerbread man outside the house” Nepeta exclaimed, positioning the biscuit in front of the cookie mansion. “D--> I will attempt to position the doorway so that the gingerbread men will be able to enter their new home.” Equius took a gingerbread cut out of a door and slowly moved it toward the front of the house. His moirail watched eagerly as she spread some icing so that it would stick in place. Baking with Equius had been more than a little difficult, with him breaking nearly everything he touched, but they had managed to make some decent gingerbread that was only a little too sweet and a little too brittle. “D--> Fiddlesti%.” He sighed as he knocked over the house with his hand. It crashed to the floor and snapped in half. “:33 < well i guess now theyll be able to get into their house!!” Nepeta laughed as she shrugged and picked up her gingerbread man and bit off his arm. “D--> My... apologies.” Equius murmured disappointedly as he leaned back in his chair and dried off his forehead with a towel. “:33 < no purroblem, equius. it doesnt really matter if we make a gingerbread house or not, i just wanted to spend time with you.” She purred and linked arms with him, lifting some of the gingerbread to his mouth. His face flushed he opened his mouth and allowed her to feed him.

Sometimes he was alright with being too strong.

[skaianr]

A Hand in Holding Hands - Chapter 35

Chapter 35: Turnabout Beta

Rating: Teen Relationships: Equius <> Nepeta, Rose & Terezi, Terezi & Dave

Wherein the cast tries to save themselves from the Underlings they let run rampant, and Rose and Terezi find themselves in a beta timeline, trying to solve the mystery behind a slaughter before it can truly occur.

[borzbois]

GUYS JUST

DO YOU SEE HOW MUCH THIS WOMAN LOVES ME??

[shittymspaintadventures]

so cold

[melochite]

sadstuck equinep

Behind the screen names and quirks, they were ageless. Nothing had ever changed. Nepeta would giggle about ships and talk about her hunting ventures and he would scold her and discuss his robotic experiments. No matter how many sweeps seemed to go by, time stood still for them. They never worried about anything coming between them until the first time Nepeta stopped coming online.

At first she was only an hour late from their planned meeting time, Equius prepared a lengthy speech to reprimand her but as the minutes ticked by he began to sweat more and more. Soon it was one day and he was telling himself perhaps he had gotten the wrong time, then a second and he was sure that she had accidentally deleted him from her contacts. It had to be some sort of mistake... It was completely unlike her.

It wasn’t until four days that she finally came back to him and he rushed to open a chat, his fingers trembling but he didn’t know why. ‘D--> Nepeta. D--> Where have you been? You have worried me greatly and I do not appreciate it. D--> ...I used quite a lot of towels waiting.’ He gulped and pounded enter, hoping he didn’t come off too STRONG. ‘:OO< i’m very sorry! :(( < i went hunting yesterday but i’m not as nimble as i used to be and i tripped and hurt myself really bad! :(( < i think i might have broken something because it really hurts.’ D--> Oh, my apologies. I hope you will be well soon. D--> Though it is strange. You’ve fought with me before and have never seemed to be too badly injured afterward. D--> And why did it take so long for you to return? D--> I would be shocked if you were lying to me Nepeta.’ As soon as he had sent it he regretted it. He was so worried that he was typing nonsense. Nonsense that might hurt her feelings and he was beginning to feel even more awful by the minute. He glanced wearily at the broken dishes surrounding him. Out of his stress he had managed to break nearly an entire china cabinet. ‘XOO < noooo! i am not lion to you equius!!! :(( < i know it seems hard to believe but i haven’t been feline very good for a long time now. :(( < you purrobably already know this but greenbloods age a lot quicker than bluebloods you know. :(( < i had to drag myself back to my cave and i haven’t eaten today! :33 < what should i do equius?’ He felt his blood freeze and his breath catch in his throat. ‘D--> You... are unable to feed yourself in your current disposition? D--> This is unacceptable.’ ‘://< i’m afraid so. :((< but in all honesty i’ve had a lot of trouble hunting lately anyways. my arms just don’t move fast enough anymore! :(( < i’m scared. He was completely unable to process what was happening. When had she aged so much that was unable to feed herself? Why had she not said something sooner? ‘D--> Nepeta I... D--> I’m coming over.’ He typed quickly and without regrets. No matter the distance, he was willing to cross it to be with her. She needed him and he was the only one who could help her right now. There was no need to suffer alone. He had known that feeling many times, a loneliness that ate him up inside... But Nepeta didn’t deserve that. Whenever he was feeling down he could trust her to send him a silly cat pun or some absurd promise that one day she’d visit him and they’d eat cookies until he felt better. She was constantly bringing a smile to his face and now, it was his turn to do the same. ‘:33 < really equius... it’s okay :33 < i’m sure i’ll get better soon! maybe i can try eating grass?’ He snorted, shaking his head sadly. ‘D--> You will do no such thing. D--> I will be setting foot immediately. I hope I will be able to see you soon.’ ‘:33 < wow really? now i’m kind of excited! :33 < see you soon i guess. :33 < *ac crawls over on her paws into your lap, being carefully of her hurting foot, and gives you a big cuddle hug before slinking over mysteriously into her cave*’ He urgently began typing something that might cheer her up but as he smashed the enter key he noticed she had gone offline in the time it had taken to type it. D--> *CT manages to pet AC very gently before she does said slinking off mysteriously.* He was suddenly feeling a lot more foolish. D--> Ahem. I mean goodbye. Logging off, he bolted upwards, completely unsure what to do. Nepeta lived in a cave, he lived in a cliff. There was no doubt it would take him longer than expected, but he found himself caring less and less. Over the sweeps his muscles had become used to the regular strain of his work, his temper not yet subdued, he would often break things much easier than in his youth. A simple glass broken when he was a simple 6 sweeps was nothing compared to now when he managed to break his bed every few days from him moving in his sleep. He pushed the thoughts out of his head. Only Nepeta mattered now. Patting Arthour on his way out, leaving a painful bruise, he rushed out into the world, ready to face anything it took.

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Panting for air like never before, Equius used his fist and reduced the door standing between him and Nepeta to splinters. His legs ached for him to stop and rest but his body continued on. ‘Nepeta!’ he shouted, entering the dimly lit cavern and squinting his eyes in the darkness. Most of the torches had gone out and she had closed her windows, enclosing her in black. ‘E...quius...?’ a small voice called, soft and frail sounding. It made his heart ache as he blindly searched, reaching out for anything, deathly afraid of what he might find. He opened a window he found and drew back a blind, tearing it down in the process. With the sunlight shining in he heard a dull hiss and his eyes followed to the source. Nepeta. Laying helplessly on a fur mattress on the floor, her skin weather beaten and wrinkled, her relieved eyes filled in with green while his still remained an opaque black. She reached out a hand to him, looking so weak and fragile, a smile on her lips. ‘You found me. You finally came.’ He wasn’t sure if she was crying or laughing but he felt himself begin to break down. How had he not realized that she had gotten so old? Had he been so selfish as to only think of himself, still a young man? His eyes clouded over with blue but he absolutely refuse to shed a tear in her presence. Nepeta was being strong, much stronger than he could ever hope to be. He couldn’t let her down after he had finally found her. ‘Of course I did. You’re going to be perfectly fine now.’ He told her firmly, trying to gain control of what was happening, what was spiralling out of control in front of his very eyes. ‘Don’t you mean... purrfectly?’ She laughed, her voice going hoarse as she broke out into a coughing fit. Equius winced and began to bring light back into her hive so he could assess the situation. When he turned around he wrinkled his nose. ‘Is... something rotting?’ He asked slowly, looking around at her faded Shipping Wall, her small grave made for her lusus that had died so long ago. ‘That was purrobably the meat I caught the day I got hurt.’ She admitted sheepishly. ‘I’m pawfully sorry! I did manage to bandage my leg but I haven’t changed them since I last talked to you...’ Equius sighed, full of rage and anger, but at himself for not being able to help her sooner. The least he could do was help her as much as he could now. It had taken him two sunsets to get here. Her bandages were in urgent need of changing if she were still bleeding. ‘Let me take a look at that first.’ Crouching down he steadied himself as he lifted her pant leg, surprised to find her legs still full of muscle in her weak state. They were wrapped with leaves and he meticulously took each one off, trying not to stare at the amount of blood dried to them. As he removed them Nepeta let out a soft sigh and he was washed with relief that he wasn’t hurting her in any way. ‘I was able to collect some supplies on my way here.’ He told her quietly, even his voice too loud for her. ‘I will cook some meat for you and change your bandages in a moment.’ Her stomach let out a small growl as he mentioned meat then laughed and apologized. If she had only been typing her words instead of speaking them in her feeble voice he wouldn’t have thought anything was wrong. But by the looks of her wound it was all the opposite. He approached her stained cauldron, looking in disdain at the spoiled food sitting in it. He disposed of it and the rotten meat outside, gathering a handful of leaves on his way, marvelling in the natural beauty Nepeta was able to see each day. Overlooking a cliff wasn’t as scenic as it sounded, especially when he had a spider across the ways, though when he thought about saying that to her he began building up a sweat. As soon as he had what he needed he rushed back inside, afraid that Nepeta might urgently need him. She was fine though, resting with her weary eyes closed. He was forced to disturb her though, watching in terror as she squealed and whimpered as he placed the fresh leaves on her leg. ‘Am I... hurting you?’ He’d asked a hundred times. ‘N-No! It just stings. Yeow!’ He gulped and dried himself multiple times with a towel he had brought, trying to force his hands to continue. Finally he had to stop and put down the leaves, unable to go any further. ‘I’m s-sorry.. I’m very very sorry.’ Equius hastily apologized, running his hands through his hair, trying not to touch anything with his hands. ‘It’s okay!’ She tried to comfort him, finishing the job herself and gritting her teeth. He cursed himself and wiped away a tear he hadn’t realized was there. He was useless, completely useless to her. He couldn’t help her with his hands too strong to even touch her. His tears were spilling down his cheeks, unable to be controlled. Nepeta began to purr slightly, distracting him momentarily. She reached out and intertwined her fingers through his, her nails long and stratchy and her hands delicate and small in his. He breathed slowly, focusing on her purring, trying not to put any pressure on her. ‘I know you must be hungry... Why don’t I go make you a stew?’ he offered in a whisper. She nodded and let you an eager meow, her voice still croaky. Equius raised himself gently and approached the cauldron, throwing together meat and water and vegetables he had found buried in the ground, letting it simmer and cook. He sat at her bedside the entire time, watching the rise and fall of her chest as she rested. Her skin was speckled with liver spots and marked by scars and wrinkles. She had lived a long life for a green blood, he knew, but still it was not long enough. His body trembled when he thought of what would happen when she was gone. He couldn’t allow it, to let it happen would leave him unable to go on living in the cruel world he had learned to accept as his own. He would be left a broken man, unwanted by the world and alone, completely and utterly alone. The reality of it left him feeling a cold that burrowed its way into his heart, refusing to lift or warm or leave. It would be a scar he would bear forever. Reaching out his fingertips, he carefully stroked her hair, incapable of holding back. He needed to touch her, to feel the beat of her heart, to know she was alive. He brushed her bang aside and tucked it behind her ear. Slowly her eyes fluttered open, meeting his as she chuckled. ‘Soup done?’ Equius bolted upright and stuttered a response. ‘P-Perhaps. I’m afraid I had forgot about it.’ He darted back to his stew and served a bowl, feeling it’s slight warmth. It was just the right temperature for her frail body to handle. He settled down once more beside her, clutching her bowl and looking apprehensively at her. ‘Equius? Is something wrong?’ she asked. ‘I do not believe it would be wise to let you eat by yourself.’ He let out a sigh, ready for her to begin an argument on how she was well enough to handle it by herself. Instead she frowned and looked off into the distance, biting her lower lip. ‘Maybe you’re right.’ Nepeta decided in a small voice. Suddenly growing nervous he filled the spoon with some stock and lifted it to her lips. She opened her mouth enthusiastically and swallowed quickly. He managed a smile, watching the strength begin to come back into her body, her eyes filling with more life. He spooned her another mouthful, this time with a piece of meat. Licking her lips she ate each bite with zest, complimenting him on the tenderness of the meat, his portion sizes, his kindness. Finally she began to drift off into a peaceful sleep, having finished an entire bowl in her famished state. Her eyes were closed but she called him. ‘Closer.’ Nepeta asked him and he leaned in. ‘A little closer.’ she told him again and he bent down. In his ear she whispered, ‘Thank you Equius, for everything.’ it pierced his heart with warmth and love for his moirail. He would do anything for her. ‘It has been a long day,’ he spoke his words slowly and gently, ‘it would be best if we both got some rest now.’ Nepeta agreed and got comfortable underneath her pelts. By the light of the fire they drifted off to sleep, Equius listening to the rhythm of her breaths the whole night through.

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Nepeta was dead. She was poof, no more, gone from blood poisoning right underneath his nose. There one day, giving light to Equius’ life and then gone the next. He trashed his entire house, ripping apart furniture and shattering windows, anything to stop the pain of her absence. He would never see her, talk to her, hear her laughter or read one of her 33’s again. Everything that was Nepeta was now only to be safely guarded in his memories. He soon exhausted himself, collapsed to the ground and felt only numbness. There was no more pain or sorrow or hurt or anguish, just a dull throbbing nothing inside of him. He was an empty shell, hollow and devoid of emotion. Nothing could hurt him anymore now that she was gone. Nothing could pain him as much as her death had. He didn’t move all night, he remained completely motionless until the alternian sun rose once more in the sky, as meaningless as ever. What did time mean to him if he didn’t have Nepeta to consider? They would never have another time to meet again so what did it matter if it were night or day or if a year passed. Nothing was going to bring her back. Or could it? Equius dragged himself upright, ignoring Arthour who cowered in the corner and picked up shards of glass. He hauled himself to his workshop and cleared a space, bringing out his familiar tools and circuits and wires. If Nepeta would not come back to him he would recreate her. Make her fresh and young and able to hunt again. She would always be with him that way. Not even death could come between them. With great attention to detail he sculpted her robotic face, it’s metallic structure identical to his moirails. He had memorized every line of it, every place where it crinkled when she smiled and the curve of her neck as it trailed down to her back. He programmed her quirk, her personality, her everything to match Nepeta Leijon. The machine would think like her, be able to speak like her, fight like her and even withstand his incredible strength. As he placed a circuit where her heart would be he noticed water dotting her delicate system. He frantically looked around for a leak of some sort. Then he realized with a start, it was his tears. When had he started crying? He rubbed his eyes several times but they kept coming with no end, dripping onto Nepeta’s metal body. He wiped them away but his vision was smeared with the blue in his eyes, his whole body racking with sobs he could not control. Equius tried to keep working, connecting copper wires and testing her fans but he was wailing like a child, whimpering and snivelling pathetically. He had to stop. This wasn’t her. Nepeta would never be coming back. Every effort he made would be in vain. He couldn’t bear to see his cheap imitation try to replace her, try to comfort his own dying spirit. He howled and wept, grabbing the robot’s lifeless body and flinging it across the room, sweeping his arm across the bench and grabbing onto his horns, snapping them beneath his hands so he’d never forget his terrible mistake. He threw anything he could get his hands on across the room and away from him so nothing could see the ugliness he felt inside. Sinking to the floor he knew he would never be able to bring himself to finish her. She was all wrong. Nepeta was out of her misery, but his had just begun.