Space Bro, part 1
[This idea grabbed me by the face and skullfucked me into writing it all day yesterday and all day today. I need a cigarette.
Humanstuck reboot Karkat/Sollux. I fail at summary, sorry, you just gotta trust me. Eventual NSFW, no triggers unless you have a problem with beer, snowball fights, or the fact that there’s a war on offscreen.]
“So what made you decide to join… you know… ‘The Corps’?”
“Anger management strategy.” Stock explanation number two: ‘irritated, perfunctory’. You scowl at the girl over the rim of your beer glass and wait for her to surprise you by saying something intelligent. You know she’s not going to.
Space Bro, part 2
Hovering on the threshold of waking, you’re already annoyed at yourself. Typical: you can’t even dream about being wounded in the heat of battle, no, you just get your knee blown out by a roadkill bomb. A fucking dead fucking exploding goat. Dumbest blood dream ever. That’ll teach you to sleep in a pile of fabric like a human, it makes you dream up halfassed bullshit tiptoe wars with no conquest and no glory.
That’s probably the way humans do it, though. They’re so terrible at everything…
Space Bro, part 3
As the evening wears on, you learn that he’s a software engineer for Intel, and runs a little app-game company on the side. Lives in Minneapolis and telecommutes. So much for this being a scam to get money from you. He doesn’t seem to be trying to get into your pants, either. When he mentions an ex-girlfriend, you say, “I assumed you were gay because of the lisp. Sorry. Jerkass assumption on my part.”
“It’s not an affectation, it’s a speech impediment. I had to do a lot of voice coaching to get it under control.” He sounds more proud than mad. “And I’m bi. We’re all bi. Apparently some part of our biology or brain chemistry or something remembers being hermaphroditic.”
Space Bro, part 4
“What if we forget each other?”
“Not going to happen.”
“But what if? Or what if we convince ourselves it’s a dream or something?”
“Shut up, fuckass. It’s not going to happen.”
Space Bro, part 5
Before your other-half-of-the-duplex neighbor even opens his mouth, you know he’s about to embarrass himself. It’s the shifty look in his eyes. That and the way he suddenly appeared with his shovel two minutes after you set up the ladder to clear the roof, even though his drive and walk are already done and he never helps with the roof because he’s afraid of heights.
“Spit it out, Jim,” you command. “It’s too cold to stand here watching you fidget.”
Space Bro, part 6
You stay away from the bar until you find a job; you don’t need to be wasting money like that. Fortunately, UPS just happens to be looking for someone with your qualifications, and, unlike some other places, is willing to accomodate your disability. Which isn’t even that much of a disability, but you thought it’d be harder to find an employer who doesn’t expect the forklift operator to do step-and-fetchit on foot as well. You hit the bar to share your victory with Andi.
You have realized the bartender is the closest thing you have to a friend right now aside from Space Bro. You’ve let too many people drift away. Clock’s ticking, you’re twenty-six, it’s past time you stopped living like you might have to skip town any minute.
Space Bro, part 7
You have that special, horrible hangover that only comes from Jägermeister. He’s sleep-deprived from getting to the airport at 5am for a 7am flight. Neither of you have a present for the other, you didn’t buy anything nice to cook, you didn’t plan any activities. It doesn’t matter. This is the best Christmas Eve you’ve ever had.
He owns you mercilessly at Modern Warfare 2. You pound him in Guitar Hero. You bluster him into watching ‘Benny & Joon’, and while he feigns distaste to the last, he reluctantly admits — under noogie torture — that it was ‘cute’. You tell him about your neighbor’s bullshit complaint, and you go out and have a snow fight all over both lawns for great justice.
Fic Spotlight: Space Bro (Sol/Kar) By JumpingJackTrash
In which Karkat Vantas is a surly ex-Marine who is absolutely for sure NOT a gray space alien, nor has he ever been a gray space alien at any point in his life ever, regardless of what this weirdo Sollux Captor claims when they meet in a bar one miserable Friday night.
Rated A+ for fucking, language, and fucking language.
THANK YOU LUKA so glad you like it and you completely win at summary. when i posted it i was like ‘i should summary… uh… zzzzzz.’ also i probably wouldn’t have had the idea if you didn’t ship these guys so hard. :D
ahh this is like the worst thing i’ve ever drawn
but basically i have all these feelings about spacebro
and i just want to illustrate it.
you drew space bro come here let me hug you aaaa *creepy sudden glomp*
and this is why i should follow my own fic tags. because sometimes there are draws. delicious draws. would you look at their expressions, would you look at sollux’s smile. scuse me, i just have to lean on my screen and sigh happily.
So if you haven’t read spacebro you need to do it. Do it now. And if you have, well here look fanart!
I wish I could sit down and just…draw the whole story out as a comic. It’s so fucking well written and characterized, I could gush about it all day. :I
shweet! the gestures and expressions are so great. especially karkat’s face. so awesome.
illo for jesse’s humanstuck story Space Bro
i tried to go to sleep but i couldn’t sleep and i got up again and NOW I KNOW WHY because i was waiting to see this and
now my life is perfect
i am utterly content.
; v ; <3 Solkat from Space bro fanfic.
If I’m remember it right kk had a tattoo on his forearm, right? and sol with that tiny canine…
this is wonderful and you are wonderful.
okay, I lied about studying…. ; 7 ;
how about if i just… reblog and love on all of these sketches… *innocent whistling*
Space bro fanart-kidkyan
; 7 ; I can’t resist on making this…..
oh my god you’re amazing! that is so beautiful. i love it utterly. thank you, thank you! <3