knight of wang
yen-mae:

Quick sketch of jumpingjacktrash's surly Marines Karkat before Space Bro. Please go read it if you haven’t already, ‘tis awesome!

ahh thank you so much! i love this a lot. look at those gorgeous hands!

yen-mae:

Quick sketch of jumpingjacktrash's surly Marines Karkat before Space Bro. Please go read it if you haven’t already, ‘tis awesome!

ahh thank you so much! i love this a lot. look at those gorgeous hands!

stillthebestcrazytrain:

No, I wanna talk about Space Bro for a second.

It’s pretty obvious that Karkat can remember a whole life growing up in Chicago as a human and all that. And it seems as if the rest of the trolls would, too. 

So, my theory is that when the Scratch happened and they were all put in the humans’ universe, the trolls came with a pre-established life story up until the age of 13, and they remembered as much of it as any normal human would. 

 With Sollux, it might be different. I think that he probably thinks that most of everything before he started remembering isn’t entirely true or something that actually happened, but I don’t know. That’s just how I think it might work

And with the kids, they had already lived out a life before the game in that universe, so they just forgot it and that time period could have just been replaced by something like the lives of the trolls.

i found this in the tag and idk whether responding to it spoils the fun or not, but just in case it doesn’t… yeah, i left it deliberately vague because game mechanics aren’t the point, but you’ve pretty much got it.

sollux is duality guy, so he remembers two lives. :D

And hell, as long as I’m in a posty mood…

redshiftnova:

Tidbit.  (edit: these are not the html tags you are looking for. fix’d.)

You grew up on Murder, She Wrote and Magnum PI and Unsolved Mysteries and The X-Files.  High school was boredom punctuated with flashes of frantic color: Leading the debate team to State Championships three years running (you insist freshman year was a fluke), gleefully starting the first Mock Trial Club in the Conference, being introduced to tabletop gaming.  University was four years of devouring textbooks - psychology, with a minor in sociology - because you can get places with a Bachelor’s in Psych, just not the places you’d think.

You enter the Minnesota State Patrol Academy four days after your twenty-second birthday.  Sixteen weeks later, you grin at the poor sod who’s taking down your name at your new assignment - district 2700, the  Cook-Lake-Carlton-and-Pine Counties, and the Duluth slice of St. Louis County.  (You wanted to stay near your family in Grand Marais!  For a given value of nearness.  You dream of Langley and the CIA, maybe after you’ve a few more years experience.  For now, Duluth and the highways that run out of it are enough to satisfy you.)

"That’s Papa-Yankee-Romeo-Oscar-Papa-Echo, Tango-Echo-Romeo-Echo-Zulu-India."  You grin wider.  The poor man’s ears go pinker, but this time he spells your name properly.  (It isn’t YOUR fault the Pyrope clan is the only Greek family on the Iron Range!  Surely you can be forgiven a bit of sadistic glee.)

Time passes.  You decline a promotion that could have made your 3NT1R3 C4R33R (wait, what?) because it would mean relinquishing your  patrol car for a desk.  Langley becomes a fond daydream, something to plot out in your head when you’re bored.  You end up DMing for the local Vampires: The Masquerade larp group, and it grows into your schedule like ivy over a house.  You study the history of law, now, instead of its applications.  Sometimes you think of law school, or of a different uniform from the tan-and-brown that you keep starched and ironed.  It’s an entertaining diversion, but your mind sings with hot-gold-spark-glee when your car’s radio crackles to life with a call.  Nothing will ever be better than this - just you, the car, the destination, and the Law.

Time passes.  Some things change.  Some don’t.

Your name is Terezi Pyrope.  You are thirty years old, this coming October.  Yesterday, a drugged-up weirdo tried to tell you a story about alternate universes and aliens and blind red eyes and meteors, which earned him a verbal warning and you a mild headache.  You’re not an alien!  You are as human as they come, just like everyone else you know.  (You repeat that thought to yourself like you’re praying the Rosary.  You are normal. Normal is relative.  There is nothing new under the sun.  He’s just some crazy meth-head letting whatever pops into his head come out his mouth.)

The night after you chase him off with threats of handcuffs and nuisance charges, you dream of dragons.

SPACE BRO TEREZI HELL FUCKING YES

*casually drops this here then scoots away to die of blushing behind the couch or something*

who-said-i-was-wise:

“But what if? Or what if we convince ourselves it’s a dream or something?”
okay, so last night i read Space Bro which is probably one of the best fanfics ive read. like ever.
i cant stand how this turned out but posting it anyway bluh

oh man, i love this! i love the desperate atmosphere, with the universe ripping apart behind them.

who-said-i-was-wise:

“But what if? Or what if we convince ourselves it’s a dream or something?”


okay, so last night i read Space Bro which is probably one of the best fanfics ive read. like ever.

i cant stand how this turned out but posting it anyway bluh

oh man, i love this! i love the desperate atmosphere, with the universe ripping apart behind them.

Space Bro (I Want To Believe)

cantabilegato:

This tribute’s actually been in the making for about eight months. I had a really hard time with the rap break. I also might have goofed up the volume levels, but my computer has some issues with that so I’m not 100% sure about it…

Dedciated to my pal Blake as well as JumpingJackFlash who wrote the fic by the same title. Enjoy <3

Download it from Tindeck!

Lyrics: 

Waste my life away with one too many regrets 
No one in this dying town’s got no pride left 
They just fill up the bars with all of their hot air 
All searchin’ for somebody with some pity to share 
Well, I could spend a million years just drinkin’ my shame 
Instead I’m interrupted by this memory game 
He says we knew each in some other life 
I guess I might just humor him, it ain’t strife, no… 

Space Bro, Space Bro, matrix streams 
Encrypted files, the hacker’s dream 
If we could just crack this code and find out what it all means 
Searched for thirteen years and still 
He never found results until 
Space Bro, Space Bro, understand 
I want to believe 

Man, you gotta be Joshin’ me 
Now see—I don’t got time for no pity party 
Don’t look at me with those puppy-dog eyes 
Pretty lucky I’m such a generous guy 
Sayin’ some crap ‘bout playin’ some game 
Look at this dork, is he INSANE!? 
But I just can’t be mean to him 
Wahahahaha 
Must’ve gone soft 
Just turn it off 
It’s not like 
I’ll see him again 
This new joke 
Beats ‘splodin’ goat 
Hey, Space Bro 
You’re pretty great 
So don’t don’t stop tellin’ me 
Until I finally see 
I like the way you narrate 
Ahahahaha 

Space Bro, Space Bro, matrix streams 
Encrypted files, the hacker’s dream 
If we could just crack this code and find out what it all means 
Searched for thirteen years and still 
He never found results until 
Space Bro, Space Bro, understand 
I want to believe 

Don’t stop tellin’ me 
Until I finally see 
I like the way you narrate 
Ahahahaha 

Yo, don’t stop tellin’ me 
Until I finally see 
I like the way you narrate 
Ahahahaha

oh wow, how is this even real. this is so awesome. and it’s to the tune of one of my fave songs, too. jeez i love this a whole lot.

frizzycrls:

(in case the text cannot be read)
splodeygoat: Fuck. My. Life.splodeygoat: Fuck it right in the ass.splodeygoat: veryone already has plans now, its too late to even set up a video call with my frieds on deploymnet, not that theyd even want to bcause they all have like wives and babissplodeygoat: haha what are you doing tomorrow That is a joke i am a retardsplodeygoat: I’m just gonna go to bed nowsplodeygoat: Thanks for listening.splodeygoat: unless you are not. Listening.splodeygoat: Did you get DC’d or are you ignoring me.twinArmageddons: sorry, i was in another window. can you pick me up at the airport tomorrow morning?splodeygoat: ………….splodeygoat: ………………………..twinArmageddons: uhhhh. should i not hit the ‘buy’ button on these tickets, then?splodeygoat: BEST. FUCKING. FRIEND. EVER.splodeygoat: CAPTOR YOU ARE A BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEING.twinArmageddons: i do it all for the capslock, man.
~~~~
This is from the totally awesome Space Bro by jumpingjackflash.
When I heard of the upcoming birthday and several comments about Space Bro, I felt the urge to reread it for the 4th time and for some reason, this little scene inspired me to draw. I’m not all that good with anatomy but I am still happy with the way this turned out
While Homestuck belongs to Andrew Hussie, these wonderful variants belong to the awesome author found here. Even if you don’t read Homestuck, I highly recommend Space Bro because the feelings it makes and the dialogue is epic

gosh, thank you! &lt;3

frizzycrls:

(in case the text cannot be read)

splodeygoat: Fuck. My. Life.
splodeygoat: Fuck it right in the ass.
splodeygoat: veryone already has plans now, its too late to even set up a video call with my frieds on deploymnet, not that theyd even want to bcause they all have like wives and babis
splodeygoat: haha what are you doing tomorrow That is a joke i am a retard
splodeygoat: I’m just gonna go to bed now
splodeygoat: Thanks for listening.
splodeygoat: unless you are not. Listening.
splodeygoat: Did you get DC’d or are you ignoring me.
twinArmageddons: sorry, i was in another window. can you pick me up at the airport tomorrow morning?
splodeygoat: ………….
splodeygoat: ………………………..
twinArmageddons: uhhhh. should i not hit the ‘buy’ button on these tickets, then?
splodeygoat: BEST. FUCKING. FRIEND. EVER.
splodeygoat: CAPTOR YOU ARE A BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEING.
twinArmageddons: i do it all for the capslock, man.

~~~~

This is from the totally awesome Space Bro by jumpingjackflash.

When I heard of the upcoming birthday and several comments about Space Bro, I felt the urge to reread it for the 4th time and for some reason, this little scene inspired me to draw. I’m not all that good with anatomy but I am still happy with the way this turned out

While Homestuck belongs to Andrew Hussie, these wonderful variants belong to the awesome author found here. Even if you don’t read Homestuck, I highly recommend Space Bro because the feelings it makes and the dialogue is epic

gosh, thank you! <3

A birthday gift for JumpingJackTrash

cherrymilkshake:

Because his Homestuck fics are totally amazing and inspire me to keep writing on through this writer’s block even though that little nagging voice keeps hissing at me that everything I do is shitty. :’D 

So, um, because of said writer’s block, I wrote a sequel to Space Bro. /facepalm 

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i’m glad i waited until i had time to read this nice and slow so i could savor the mood. it is so absolutely charming and fluffy and i am full of smiles! i have a special fondness for domestic fic, and aradia is so charmingly sensible, and her and nepeta being spanish speakers totally works for me.

thank you so much, i love it to bits! <3333

cherrymilkshake:


Karkat: “Gosh, when did we invade Iran? I was not fucking informed.” You give it plenty of venom, but [the bartender] just grins. She’s used to you. She walks off while you deliver your stock tirade — understandable mistake, one letter difference, N and Q are next to each other on the keyboard oh wait no they’re fucking not — to your beer glass. It’s an excellent listener.
Sollux: You take him in at a glance: tall, skinny white guy, short brown hair, jeans and a t-shirt, mid-twenties. He has an unnervingly hopeful expression on his face, like he thinks you’re someone famous and he’s about to ask for your autograph.

A tiny fanart for JumpingJackTrash’s glorious Homestuck fic, Space Bro. It’s one of my favorite fanfics, and I felt like drawing, so… fanart.
Writing Karkat’s speech to his beer glass was easily my favorite part.
Yes, I realize Sollux’s eyes are the same color. Shoosh, read the fic and everything will make sense. 

this? is freaking adorable. i love karkat&#8217;s drunk-blush especially. i am grinning this big grin irl right now. :D

cherrymilkshake:

Karkat: “Gosh, when did we invade Iran? I was not fucking informed.” You give it plenty of venom, but [the bartender] just grins. She’s used to you. She walks off while you deliver your stock tirade — understandable mistake, one letter difference, N and Q are next to each other on the keyboard oh wait no they’re fucking not — to your beer glass. It’s an excellent listener.

Sollux: You take him in at a glance: tall, skinny white guy, short brown hair, jeans and a t-shirt, mid-twenties. He has an unnervingly hopeful expression on his face, like he thinks you’re someone famous and he’s about to ask for your autograph.

A tiny fanart for JumpingJackTrash’s glorious Homestuck fic, Space Bro. It’s one of my favorite fanfics, and I felt like drawing, so… fanart.

Writing Karkat’s speech to his beer glass was easily my favorite part.

Yes, I realize Sollux’s eyes are the same color. Shoosh, read the fic and everything will make sense. 

this? is freaking adorable. i love karkat’s drunk-blush especially. i am grinning this big grin irl right now. :D

mrlimpdick:

“kk you kiilled me, I diied becau2e I can’t move my fuckiing riight arm.”
” IT’S MY COUCH YOU UNGRATEFUL GRUB “
” AND YOU INSIST ABOUT SQUISHING IN TOGETHER, YES?”
“….”
“GOOD, SHUT UP NOOBFUCKER “ 


this is beautiful and perfect and i love it so. also if karkat had a drawing tablet and there was a cat eating sollux&#8217;s hair, it would be my life. :D

mrlimpdick:

“kk you kiilled me, I diied becau2e I can’t move my fuckiing riight arm.”

” IT’S MY COUCH YOU UNGRATEFUL GRUB “

” AND YOU INSIST ABOUT SQUISHING IN TOGETHER, YES?”

“….”

“GOOD, SHUT UP NOOBFUCKER “ 


this is beautiful and perfect and i love it so. also if karkat had a drawing tablet and there was a cat eating sollux’s hair, it would be my life. :D

alwaysboth submitted:

So apparently this is a thing I did…

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oh wow, awesome! i am going to listen to it as soon as the construction guy stops making noise. ^_____________^

- j

givenclarity:

lmao found some ancient fanart for California Dreaming

Also this scribble of a goat sticker which is my favorite thing I have ever drawn and I need it immortalized on my blog

look at it

it’s perfect 

I will never top this 

i’m laughing so hard. this is great. it’s the donut! it is totes legit. :DDDDD

cadaverousculottes:

as a gift for tumblr user ariannemartell, tumblr user cognizes commissioned me to draw a scene from jumpingjackflash’s humanstuck fic “california dreamin”:

You’re late picking him up from the beach. You expect him to say something about it — he can be as naggy as a sitcom housewife when he’s feeling insecure, which is often — but he isn’t waiting impatiently. He’s standing shin-deep in a tidepool, jeans rolled up and shoes in hand, staring into the water with an expression that makes him look like an innocent little boy. You only realize how much bitterness he wears on his face now that you see him without it.
    Rather than interrupt him, you sit down on the driftwood he usually perches on. After a while he lifts one foot, balancing birdlike on the other, and pokes something with his toe. Jerks it back, grinning. Stalks around to a different vantage point and squats on his heels. Reaches in with delicately splayed fingers, leaves his hand under the water for a while. You see the muscle in his forearm shift as if his fingers are moving, but when he pulls his hand out he’s not holding anything.
    The salty wind has undone his careful grooming efforts; his hair is dangling in his face, corkscrewed from humidity, black as wet kelp. The pink streak has faded from neon to seashell. His bare feet are long and awkward. The back of his neck and the upper curve of his cheekbones are reddened from sun and wind.
    You wish he could be like this all the time, and you think you know why he isn’t, and it makes your heart hurt so much it’s hard to breathe.


wow, this is beautiful! i especially love the light, i can practically hear the ocean.
thank you, anon who pointed me at it. ^_^

cadaverousculottes:

as a gift for tumblr user ariannemartell, tumblr user cognizes commissioned me to draw a scene from jumpingjackflash’s humanstuck fic “california dreamin”:

You’re late picking him up from the beach. You expect him to say something about it — he can be as naggy as a sitcom housewife when he’s feeling insecure, which is often — but he isn’t waiting impatiently. He’s standing shin-deep in a tidepool, jeans rolled up and shoes in hand, staring into the water with an expression that makes him look like an innocent little boy. You only realize how much bitterness he wears on his face now that you see him without it.

    Rather than interrupt him, you sit down on the driftwood he usually perches on. After a while he lifts one foot, balancing birdlike on the other, and pokes something with his toe. Jerks it back, grinning. Stalks around to a different vantage point and squats on his heels. Reaches in with delicately splayed fingers, leaves his hand under the water for a while. You see the muscle in his forearm shift as if his fingers are moving, but when he pulls his hand out he’s not holding anything.

    The salty wind has undone his careful grooming efforts; his hair is dangling in his face, corkscrewed from humidity, black as wet kelp. The pink streak has faded from neon to seashell. His bare feet are long and awkward. The back of his neck and the upper curve of his cheekbones are reddened from sun and wind.

    You wish he could be like this all the time, and you think you know why he isn’t, and it makes your heart hurt so much it’s hard to breathe.

wow, this is beautiful! i especially love the light, i can practically hear the ocean.

thank you, anon who pointed me at it. ^_^

route1984:

Um, more Space Bro inspired stuff
Last one for tonight because I am really sleepy..
X_____x

*wibble* oh my lord this is cute.

route1984:

Um, more Space Bro inspired stuff

Last one for tonight because I am really sleepy..

X_____x

*wibble* oh my lord this is cute.

route1984:


You want to believe. [x]

I give up on shading and anatomy and general everything. *___*
hahahahahaha, everyone should go read it!!!

this is beautiful and you are beautiful and you should treat yourself to cake.

route1984:

You want to believe. [x]

I give up on shading and anatomy and general everything. *___*

hahahahahaha, everyone should go read it!!!

this is beautiful and you are beautiful and you should treat yourself to cake.