manicpeixesdreamgirl:

foxtailsketchbook:

Spent way too long on this
Spontaneous Dualsign (?)


#sufferer#dualscar#condesce#omg dualscar u touchin the booty#were you trying to sneak up on suff or something#everyone goes down#its a pile of seadwellers shouting and hair

a circular legacy (3959 words) by Benzaiten [AO3] →

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Homestuck
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: n/a
Characters: The Signless | The Sufferer, Karkat Vantas
Additional Tags: Ancestors, Dream Bubble, Conversations, Angst, Colorful Language, I love writing the Vantas boys
Summary:

Dream bubbles allow for a lot of things, especially conversations that need to take place. Karkat has a bone to pick and The Sufferer’s got it coming. Round and round the universe goes, descendant to descendant and ancestor to ancestor, always inheriting the momentum of the past.

I found this by stumbling around other peoples’ bookmarks and am glad I did so! If you liked Epic Shooshpap Battles of History (which is somehow like my 4th-most kudosed fic, uh) you will love this - it’s much truer to the Vantas boys than I was able to write at the time. (As an unexpected bonus, FBaTN gets a lovely shoutout, but I would have recced this nonetheless, promise.)

lovemegeminiously:


“Psii9niic, I appreciate y9ur dedicati9n t9 my welfare, 6ut y9u need t9 understand the ‘every9ne’ part 9f ‘f9rgive every9ne’. 
Dualscar, put the rifle away, we’ve talked a69ut y9u killing my f9ll9wers.”

Birthday gift for Sushin. Happy birthday, dawg!
You mentioned Signless and Dualscar or Signless and Psiioniic. so naturally I did all three.

lovemegeminiously:

Psii9niic, I appreciate y9ur dedicati9n t9 my welfare, 6ut y9u need t9 understand the ‘every9ne’ part 9f ‘f9rgive every9ne’. 

Dualscar, put the rifle away, we’ve talked a69ut y9u killing my f9ll9wers.

Birthday gift for Sushin. Happy birthday, dawg!

You mentioned Signless and Dualscar or Signless and Psiioniic. so naturally I did all three.

(Source: gayrapunzel, via solluxisms)

Identity Control

Dualscar buries his head in his hands. “An’ the two of you decided to- to just fuck it out.” When Suf opens his mouth, Dualscar shakes his head. “No. I don’t care, Suf, the two a’ you are accidentally conflatin’ gettin’ laid with problem solvin’.”

“You’d know,” you say.

Fuck titles, fuck this 6000 words of PWP, fuck me. *flips table*

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Delicate Negotiations

ashkatom:

You stretch out and dangle your feet off the end of the couch. Technically he can run away if he really wants to, but dislodging you is going to be enough effort that he may actually listen to you instead of leaping to conclusions. “I wanted to talk to you about a fin.”

Suf freezes up, which you think might be the only reason he doesn’t drop his book on your face.

Wherein these idiots do not know how to romance, at all.

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However many hours it’s been reblog with the additional information that this is now on AO3!

Delicate Negotiations

You stretch out and dangle your feet off the end of the couch. Technically he can run away if he really wants to, but dislodging you is going to be enough effort that he may actually listen to you instead of leaping to conclusions. “I wanted to talk to you about a fin.”

Suf freezes up, which you think might be the only reason he doesn’t drop his book on your face.

Wherein these idiots do not know how to romance, at all.

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Humanstuck? HA, I say, HA, I ain’t writing no humanstuck.

temporaldecay:

Except I totally am. Whoops.

“Oh, Zahhak,” and suddenly Dualscar’s whole face is the same petulant scowl you’ve grown used to seeing on Eridan’s face.

You blink.

“You know him?” 

“Tall, ridiculously overmuscled with ridiculously matching hair and the crappiest pair of sunglasses in the history of ever?” Dualscar snorts and rolls his eyes at you. “Oh yes, I know him alright.”

“Really?” You blurt out, before you can help yourself.

You think of the hulk of a man quietly listing everything wrong with your car in a painfully polite, measured voice and several sizable blotches of motor oil all over his person. You then look at Dualscar, in his ridiculously impeccable suit, along with ridiculously impeccable jewelry and his ridiculously impeccable everything. You try to picture both men in the same room and fail spectacularly.

“Yes,” Dualscar sniffs disdainfully. “I know a lot of people, you know,” he adds, in a mock-offended tone that makes you roll your eyes affectionately. “But you should stay away from Zahhak. He’s bad news.”

You don’t really think so, to be honest. He struck you as an odd sort of guy, undoubtedly, but not really dangerous or violent. You frown as you take a sip of your drink.

“How so?” You ask, watching as Dualscar turns his eyes to the window and starts playing with his rings.

“He just is,” he sounds genuinely wary underneath his annoyance, and that gives you pause. For better or for worse, you’ve been depending on the man to help you navigate the neighborhood, and so far he hasn’t really led you into disaster. Yet. “Did you see his shop?” You nod as Dualscar tips back the last of his coffee. “That’s a fucking Royce in the corner. A Royce, Suff.” You kick him under the table. As usual, he dodges. “In a fucking two penny shop like his? Really? How’s that not a redflag of a serial killer or something?”

“Maybe it’s from a client,” you mutter, disliking the idea of judging someone just like that, which unfortunately Dualscar is all too prone to do.

“Maybe it’s where he hides the bodies,” he tells you, leaning in dramatically.

“Maybe he’s a collector,” a quiet, painfully demure voice interrupts, and you choke on your coffee as the very source of your gossip materializes out of nowhere next to your table. He arches an eyebrow over the rim of his sunglasses and then casually holds up a ring of keys which you embarrassingly recognize as your own. “I believe you left these behind?”

“Yes,” you croak, ignoring the way Dualscar just stares as you reach a hand to grab them.

“Have a good day, gentlemen,” Zahhak murmurs as you hastily pocket your keys.

Then, with a nod and a swish of hair, he’s gone.

Awkward,” Dualscar says after a moment, utterly unrepentant.

You bury your face into your hands and groan, already composing an apology letter in your head. It’s ten in the morning and your day already can’t get any worse.

Except of course that it’ll get worse. It always gets worse. Suff, you should know this already.

/sinks back to work on Tidestuck and stuff. And totally not on any humanstuck. What humanstuck. HA. Haha. Oh god. Save me from the WIPs.

how do I love Fi

let me count the ways

  1. ancestors
  2. ancestors
  3. humanstuck ancestors
  4. ancestors that are humanstuck
  5. zahhak the car collector
  6. all of everything

Shameless Shower Scenes

jekunchocobo 
2012-07-15 13:25
My client would like to prompt you as follows: Suf <3 Psi <3< Dualscar <3 Suf. Most awkward attempts at (sexy?) showering known to trollkind. Go forth!

I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY AM I ALLOWED A BED NOW

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asktheancestbros:

PN: told hiim dc wa2 leaviing forever becau2e he broke her heart
PN: don’t worry 2he laughed harder than ii diid
SF: CONVINCED HIM HIS FAVOURITE NUMBER WAS THREE THE FIRST TIME HE EVER GOT DRUNK.
PN: got hiim two clean wiith a bucket before DR explaiined the fact2 of liife two hiim
SF: SHAVED OFF ONE OF HIS EYEBROWS.
PN: 2haved off both of hii2
PN: liittle known fact: hii2 cloak diidn’t have a hood before that
SF: IT IS A MERE COINCIDENCE THAT THE COLOUR STARTED COMING INTO MY EYES THEN.
SF: REPLACED HIS SHAMPOO WITH GLUE.
SF: IT DIDN’T MAKE A DIFFERENCE, HIS HAIR WAS STILL RIDICULOUS.
PN: lii2ted hii2 trollhandle a2 up for a good tiime
SF: JOKE’S ON YOU, I LOVE GOOD TIMES.
PN: the funny thiing ii2 that he 2tiill doe2n’t get iit
SF: CONVINCED HIM THAT I DON’T UNDERSTAND ALL OF HIS OVERWORKED INNUENDOS.
PN: waiit
PN: what
PN: SHIIT!
PN: what’2 the 2core then
SF: 29-32
PN: oh 2f. 2f, 2f, 2f.
PN: iit’2 on.
SF: IT’S BEEN ON, SADSACK. WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? 

WHAT JUST HAPPENED

OH ATABROS JUST UPDATED THAT IS WHAT HAPPENED

*AIRPUNCH*

Delineation

(This is awesome! Congratulations on the 100 followers, and feel better soon!) I request… something from Dualscar’s point of view, FBaTN universe or similar setup, with the Sufferer, philosophical debate, hurt/comfort, backrubs (backrubs make everything better), gills/facial fins, and no unhappy endings. Or just most of that :)

I hope by ‘philosophical debate’ you actually meant ‘extra hurt/comfort’ because sorry I fail at adhering to prompts. Also, SPOILERS FER RECENT FBATN CHAPTERS AWOOGA AWOOGA.

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