vava-chan-take-over-the-world:
More R-stuck, anyways here is Dirk
@moki-art he angry bcause trolls are hitting on him non stop, seriously though, Dirk constant pro earth/burn the batter witch attitude as well as his sarcasm and dry comments with any highblood made him the object of their black affection
Basically everyone thinks that he is a shameless flirt when really he just hates them all. In a platonic way.
hes straight
Man who needs Jake anyway.
vava-chan-take-over-the-world: Sweet, than how about a G5 Tavros?
Here you are! Plus a bonus Dirk for some Dirktav!
So I guess that’s the best that I can do with this picture?
Even more WIP
I did the colors and the “background” (read, had fun while doing the dreambubbles) I still have to change the lamp’s color but that’s all I managed to do for now.
More WIP.
I changed a little the sketch and it’s still a little messy but it’s the best I could do. I still have to fix some things and throw some flat colors before the fun part begin
Years ago, when you would read the novels that your mother had written, you wondered what those strange metaphors and comparisons meant. What did it mean when someone smelled like sex or tasted like death? At the time, you didn’t understand it. But now you do.
Dirk tastes like death on your lips. His breath is stale and his oxygen-deprived skin is a sickly blue as you pull away and stare down through the tears in your eyes. You know enough about biology to know that he’s been dead for hours now, no hope in revival, but that doesn’t stop you. You lean down and kiss him again, resulting in the same stillness behind his tangerine eyes.
You wipe off the remnants of your dark lipstick on the back of your trembling hand, as if the makeup was some sort of barrier stopping his revival. You kiss his dead lips again, and again, get no result.
“Dirky? C’mon man, wake up.” Your voice is shaken and weak, and a sound that is something between a sob and a laugh escapes your throat. You shake his shoulder.
“Enough joking, get up now…”
You’re not stupid, you know he’s dead.
“C-come on, Jake is waiting for his prince, ya know.”
God, you don’t have it in your heart to tell Jake about this.
“D-don’t make me kiss you again Dirky, I know how much you hate it.”
You could kiss him until your lips were chapped and bleeding, and it wouldn’t make a difference. He’s gone. Dead. Never coming back.
Your body folds over his, gripping the bloodstained fabric of his shirt as you shake and sob. Your tears stream down his cheeks, giving the illusion that he was the one crying, though you know Dirk would never let himself cry in front of you.
Once more, you kiss his dry lips and get the taste of death in your mouth again. It doesn’t stop you though, it won’t ever stop you. You’ll gladly hold onto this illusion until your own demise comes. The red miles are getting closer again, and you know it won’t be long. At least you can hold him in your arms and taste him against your lips as you sob out your last breath.
been so long here have a dumb comic in bad quality :^)
roxy loves jake’s cat
follow up of this comic
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My favorite Homestuck headcanon is that Rose Lalonde will forever be, with no question whatsoever… a 100% better rapper than both Dave and Dirk combined.
Like, while Dave and Dirk practice their raps all the time in order to be the best, Rose would just be the kind of person to be incredibly naturally skilled at it with absolutely no effort whatsoever. It’s a hidden talent though, something that she’s never shown anyone in particular before because she sees it more as a “party trick” or something like that than anything else, as freestyles aren’t really her thing.
So one time, when Dave challenges her at a rap battle as a joke, it backfires when she spits a mean and awesome flow for twenty minutes straight, totally destroying his verses and leaving him absolutely speechless.