#older karkat

[saradiation]

Made it just in time for the last day of @davekatweek 🦀🍎✨

Enjoy some morning boyfriends being cute and sharing pjs 🫶

[splickedylit]

@terminallywerde asked: next time you doodle, if you feel like it, It would be hella lit to see Karkat and Gamzee in the Barbie and Ken arrested meme

These Barbies Are: definitely not the leader of a radical antispectrum rebellion and his hereticoanarchist one-man-holy-war of a moirail, your honorable tyranny!

(bonus little closeups without the blood because I like how gz's face turned out)

[batsnipp]

a bunch a hs doodles

[offkilterkeys]

It sucks that Jane and Kanaya got shoved into the mommy friend roles cause they’ve got such potent exasperated older sister and bug eyed younger sister energy respectively

[rosypof]

happy karkat dayyyy woooooo

i know this is a twst blog but i was a homestuck way back in my youth. so. gotta pay homage to the roots

no longer a practicing homestuck i only celebrate the holidays (lie. i do practice but only in AUs no way in hell am i reading that long ass thing again)

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

Karkat: I RAN OUT OF FUCKS TO GIVE BEFORE YOU WERE HATCHED

Sollux: ii am older than you…

Karkat: DID I STUTTER?!

[homestuck-music-tournament]

Unlabeled

Album: One Year Older Composer: Erik Scheele Leitmotifs: None Characters: June Egbert, Rose Lalonde, Dave Strider, Lil Cal, Jade Harley, Karkat Vantas, Gamzee Makara, Terezi Pyrope, Sollux Captor, Tavros Nitram, Aradia Megido, Nepeta Leijon, Vriska Serket, Equius Zahhak, Kanaya Maryam, Eridan Ampora, Feferi Peixes, Dad Egbert

You may know this from:

[S] Terezi: Play records.

[S] NEXT. (From MSPFA "Karkat Goes to a Convention")

[cure-typhoon]

Karkat and Azure, the newbie therapist that didnt sign off to deal with a God on her first year working as a therapist but is now going with the flow the best she can *proceeds to becomes one of gods confidants*

[bnnuy-wabbit]

Ummm i guess im not done with homestuck ummmmmmm

[broadway-karkat]

ABOUT TREBLESTUCK BEING OFF STREAMING…

YOU PEOPLE DO KNOW THEY STOLE THE HARD WORK OF @homestuck-vocals AND WERE PROFITING OFF NOSTALGIA MAKING LIKE THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS AT THE COST OF OLD FANDOM SONGS THEY DIDN’T HAVE THE RIGHTS TO DISTRIBUTE… RIGHT???

[tmos-time]

was going to draw eridan singing a sufjan stevens song but it turned into a small doodle page lmao

[mint-flavoredd]

🌎Two sides of the same coin🪐

I love these two pairs of brothers when they love each other you have no idea.

[cargostuck]

VEKZEK: used c0coons eh VEKZEK: this here's a g0od model VEKZEK: just 500 caegars KARKAT: 500 CAEGARS???? HAS YOUR PAN ROTTED INSIDE YOUR NUGBONE?!? KARKAT: GIVE ME ONE GOOD REASON WHY I SHOULD BUY ANYTHING FROM YOUR SHITTY STORE!!! KANAYA: Calm Down Karkat KARKAT: NO I WILL *NOT* CALM DOWN! WHAT KIND OF BEASTSHIT IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE! KARKAT: WHO THE FUCK DARES TO SELL A USED RECUPERACOON FOR 500 FUCKING CAEGARS! I'D RATHER POKE MY GANDERBULBS OUT THAN SPEND THAT MUCH MONEY ON A PEACE OF SHIT THAT WONT LAST MORE THAN TWO SWEEPS! VEKZEK: listen here kid VEKZEK: 500 caegars is pretty fucking reas0nable VEKZEK: if y0u don't like it VEKZEK: t0o fucking bad VEKZEK: the guy a c0uple blocks over is selling them for 400 but you believe me when i say you'll get much better quality from me VEKZEK: s0 either you take that deal or you fuck off to kudjuu's KARKAT: WELL I GUESS WE FUCKING WILL!!! COME ON, KANAYA. LET'S GO. VEKZEK: send my regards t0 that nooksucker VEKZEK: assh0le

Today on cargostuck: Greysign argues with a Salesman

[charliesinfern0]

dude why do my parents hate the fact that i like things

[minimoll7]

I really want to draw and post art again but yet its been so incredibly hard to really to do anything? I'm at a point where I really just don't know why. I tend to sketch stuff and maybe sometimes I'll start working on the line art but then I just stop and never go back

I don't know what my problem is or what is really stopping me. I get really happy when I sketch and things are coming out really well!! But then that's kind of it? Its not like I feel super depressed about it or anything, so what's holding me back? A big ol mystery

[palestporn]

Karkat: let him see the fear

You don't answer, but Gamzee must see some of your resignation in your face. When you snatch up a rag and start wiping angrily at one of his cheeks he just lets you, watching you placidly. His pupils are dilated enough to eat up most of the purple in his eyes.

He says, "You're hurting."

"I hit my head, and I've got some--scratches," you say, because apparently that purrbeast has escaped the shapeless containment device. "I'm fine. I told you I'd take care of everything, and I meant it."

Gamzee considers that while you wipe his face. There's a split in his lip, when you scrub the paint away, and a bruise on his jaw.

He says, "I mean, yeah, but. You're working up some shit in your thinkpan, is what I mean. You're hammering that shit down in, hard-shell little snipbeast like you are. Look at all these prickly-ass walls you're putting up."

"I'm not putting up walls," you snap, and wipe away a smear of paint, harder than you mean to. "I'm the very goddamn picture of professional transparency."

"I'm not a motherfucking professional," says Gamzee, and frowns at you, a slow shift like a moonrise, disapproval that's worse for how he seems to be discovering it as it happens. "And if you've got no walls, motherfucker, no hurt you're hiding from me, how come you're in ablutions with your motherfucking moirail and you got your whole shiny snipbeast shell on still?"

You look down at yourself, soaking uniform, water on your armor, and feel abruptly like a complete idiot. "That's--just," you start, and then growl and drop the rag on the seating shelf next to him to peel at your wet armor, tugging it away from cuts and scrapes and kicking it defiantly away into the corner of the ablutions chamber. Then you spread your arms like fuck you, here it all is, take a good fucking look. "Happy now?"

"Happier," says Gamzee, and yawns hugely, a wide stretch of fangs. "You're hurting still. You gotta just let go sometimes, best friend. You gotta stop doing the job and just motherfucking trust."

"I'm not going to stop doing my job," you snap, and he blinks at you through the water, slow and hazy, hardly together enough to move. You don't mean to raise your voice, but you're--you can't just stop taking care of him. You can't. The fear is a naked, ugly thing, turning your hands clumsy and your voice loud and harsh. "My job is to be what you need me to be, dipshit! I know you've got pretty lights and honking horns where your thinkpan should be, but you should know this by now--it's my job to keep you steady! It's my job to make you safe, you absolute fucking moron, and you can barely stand up right now, what do you mean, let go?!"

"I mean I'm pretty fuckin' steady now, best friend," he says, and lifts up a hand, slow and wavering, to take yours and pull it away from his face. The paint and blood are gone, and he looks like a different person without them. Thinner, and sadder, and younger and older both at the same time. "I mean, you told me we were already safe. And what you're showing me right now's a whole lotta scared and fucked up, like you think we're gonna get jumped on if you let me touch you kind. You tellin' me you said me some bullshit? We're not so motherfucking safe?"

"I-- Wh-- No, but--"

"So it's safe if you rest easy, too. If you didn't lie."

It's never fair when Gamzee suddenly manages to do something smart. All of a sudden sometimes that mild look closes on you like a trap on a squeakbeast, and he's got you coming and going. Well, fuck him. You're resolved in your mission, and letting him touch you a little isn't going to change that. You can take it, if it'll get him to stop looking at you like that.

Karkat: Give ground

==> Let him have your horns ==> Let him have your body ==> Let him have your thinkpan

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