|Like I NEEDED to make ANOTHER HOMESTUCK GROUP! For people who just LOVE/OBSESS Homestuck.|
< ( so submit any homestuck art and fanfiction you might have
< ( but only to the right folder other wise it won't be accepted
< ( If you have any issues with submitting or any questions feel free to comment and ask. And please be respectful with the other members.
< ( and most of all have fun!!!!!
< ( how do you have fun submitting art to random groups?
< ( you um.. uh..... i don't know! perhaps by having contests?!
Playing Hooky [Kingdomstuck AU][A homestuck, same-size, safe-vore fan fiction]Playing Hooky [Kingdomstuck AU] by Tuiteyfruity
Inspired by spadefish on tumblr, and their Kingdomstuck AU (medievalstuck) described here: http://bloodandbits.tumblr.com/post/94895990205/ive-had-this-au-sitting-around-forever-and-i
Karkat woke up when he heard the door open, but didn’t open his eyes or move at all beyond his ears involuntarily twitching. It was just John, returning from whatever princely duties he had, ones that didn’t require a guard troll to be in attendance. He just stayed where he was, sprawled across John’s enormous, canopied, four-poster bed.
He did move when John landed on top of him. He jumped up, flinging John off him and onto the bed. The Prince of Prospit laughed as the troll looked at him in a sleepy daze.
“Good afternoon sleepyhead!” said the human.
“Uhhhh. John. What the fuck?” snarled Karkat.
John smiled up at the troll. Karkat was his best friend, and guardian, and though he looked mad now, John knew Kark
The Air You Breathe (part 1 of 2)[L'aura Che Tu Respiri]The Air You Breathe (part 1 of 2) by Tuiteyfruity
A Homestuck Safe-Vore fic.
Tiny!Stuck AU: everything went mostly according to canon until after the scratch, just John decided to travel on the meteor. Also it turns out trolls are about 11 to 12 times the size of humans!
(don't know what "vore" is? check the description, or read on and be surprised! it's not like there isn't any in already in homestuck. it's just different vore)
“youre in for a treat tonight,” said Dave, as he alighted gracefully on Terezi's waiting palm, having flown up behind her. He looked up into her face.
Terezi sniffed at him curiously, but also confused. Her ink black hair hung a bit wild around her grey face. It was a sharp contrast to her burned, red eyes, which looked unseeing back at him. She didn’t need them though, since she could smell and taste color. This was something she was very proud of, and something Dave planned to exploit. He had been working on her surprise for some tim
Swallow and Draw: An Old West AU - Chapter Two-------->Swallow and Draw: An Old West AU - Chapter Two by wildewriter99
Tavros: End up somewhere. Meet the big man in charge.
I run. And run. And run some more.
I run until my legs turn to brick and my lungs are almost drowning... and then some.
I'm determined to run until the stale sand and sky-scraping cacti and ankle-brushing shrubbery turn into something else. In the wild wild west of Alternia, this empty dryness stretches for miles without a foreseeable end. If any troll gets lost in this emptiness, it means a certain end for them.
Not for me.
After cresting many hills and seeing nothing new, the hill I'm trying to cross seems like the tallest one yet. I feel gravity and exhaustion pushing me back with their pitiless hands.
I probably would've given up and rolled to the bottom of the hill if I hadn't heard a very different sound from the usual light wind teasing the sand.
There is whistling. Light and aloof. Right in front of me.
I push myself with one last grunt of strength and reach the top. What waits be
Swallow and Draw: An Old West AU - Chapter One ------------->Swallow and Draw: An Old West AU - Chapter One by wildewriter99
Tavros: Discuss what troubles you. Everything: Change.
My damn horns are always in my way! I knock shorter trolls out cold with one step and send cups on high tables flying, and I can't even pull a shirt over my head. I have to step into all of my clothing, thanks to these two bars sticking out of my head. They stretch outwards an unbelievable three feet in both directions, and have knife-sharp points on both ends.
At times like this, my Dad would hold one of my horns in his hand and use the other hand to clutch my bony shoulder. He'd bend over and reassure me that as I grew older and my horns extended even farther, I'd be attracting more matesprites than fruit attracts flies. He'd say that in his quiet, condescending tone that meant and that's the only part of you that'll attract matesprites. Then my big brother Rufioh would come in the room, snick
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