homestuck is real life

homestuck is good because if you want to name your real life children after the characters you can take the subtle route… rose, john, roxy… or if you’re a true fan you can commit. vriska, karkat, hearts boxcar

  • Real Life: Assume straight until proven gay.
  • Tumblr: Assume gay until proven straight.
  • Fandom: Assume Gay even if proven straight.
  • Sherlock: Gay until gay, gay, gay, gay.
  • Supernatural: Gay, gay, gay, angel, gay, winchester, gay.
  • Glee: Gay, gay, gay, GAY, gay, GAY, double gay, gay.
  • Merlin: Gay, gay, gay, magic, gay, gay, medieval stuff, gay.
  • Avengers: gay, gay, gay, superhero stuff, gay gay gay.
  • Torchwood: Bisexual, gay, bisexual, omnisexual, bisexual, gay.
  • Doctor Who: DO WEEEEEEE DOOOO.
  • Hetalia: Draw a circle that's how gay we are.
  • Homestuck: Idek anymore there's like 13 different types of relationships

cpi cosplays so far

why? because i can. obviously.

| Just A Role | Dave Strider

You were dying.

He knew it. You knew it. By god did he know it. But that didn’t stop him from trying to save you.

“Hang on Y/N,” He said shortly, the normal fluidity of his voice breaking for the first time since you’d met him, the ‘cool guy’ facade shattering before your eyes.

“Dave,” You tried to speak but it ended up coming out as a wet cough, blood dribbling down your mouth. Dave stiffened, looking directly at you from behind the glasses, trying not to let his gaze stray to the scarred tissue in your abdomen, to the place on your body stained red.

“Come on, there must be something,” He was mumbling to himself, frantically looking through his sylladex. But you knew he had never and could never captchalogue something that would save you. Not at this point. You were too far gone - in fact you could feel the world slipping away as the edges of your vision darkened.

“Dave,” You croaked again, fruitlessly, insistently, weakly, determinedly. He finally snapped.

“What?!” He asked. You didn’t even have it in you to respond to the harshness. The only thing on your mind was how you couldn’t see his full expression - the glasses being a block to the outside world. To you. With the last of your strength you reached a hand up to his face. Dave just stayed there like a statue above you as you knocked the offending dark sunglasses from the bridge of his nose.

And your own eyes widened.

The crimson eyes were shining, burning, looking deeply into yours. But there were tears brimming there, tears that he hadn’t let shed down his cheeks. Tears blurring his eyes. Tears that caused you to smile. So Mr. Strider had some emotions after all.

“Y/N, Y-Y/N, I-” His voice broke again and something that sounded suspiciously like a strangled cry got caught in his throat.

“Shh, Dave. For once….shut up.”

Because you were dying. He knew it. You knew it. But now he knew there was nothing he could do to change that fact.

He leant to press his forehead to yours, tears dripping onto your cheeks. You laughed weakly, not even having the strength to cough anymore, shutting your own eyes without your volition. It seemed you just couldn’t keep them open anymore.


A word in the silence, the silence that was only broken by Dave’s quiet cries and your ragged gasps for air, your chest slowing in its heaves. You let out a last smile.

“It’s ok.”

And your chest completely stopped moving.

Dave let out a sound of agony. He held onto your body tightly, heartbrokenly, wanting to die himself-

And then he smiled.

Another moment later he grinned. Then he was full out chuckling.

“Y/N,” He laughed. It took you only a split moment to realize your mistake and you opened an eye, groaning.



You closed your eyes again, inwardly killing yourself as Dave rolled off of you, collapsing in joyous laughter. The director was next to you guys in another five breaths. You lent up on an elbow, shyly meeting his annoyed eyes. There was a glint of amusement there as well, but it was mostly overshadowed by fatigue.

“I’m sorry-”

“Y/N,” the deep voice of the director interrupted and you sighed noisily.

“The lines are 'don’t forget me’ Y/N,” He let a hand press to his forehead, and if this were an anime, you would be able to see the anger marks on his head. “How many times do we have to go over this??”

“I know!” You lamented, shoving an elbow into Dave’s side to stop his giggles. He only offered you a smirk and you sent him a glare that said: 'you are so getting it later’. “It’s just that, I don’t know, those words always come out!”

“This is the fifth time redoing this scene Y/N! Can’t you just die properly??!”

You opened your mouth, offended, until you saw the slight tugging upward of the director’s lips.

“Ha ha,” you said dryly, wiping the fake blood from your lips as you finally sat up. He only gave you another look before dropping the script in his hands into your lap.

“That’s a wrap today guys!” He yelled and the entire set let out sighs of relief. The camera man up top sagged happily. “We’ll, hopefully, finish this scene tomorrow.”

You pointedly ignored his side glance as you got off the floor, hopping down onto the real ground, letting the crew roll the set to the side. The director’s words had set off a burst of motion as people were moving everywhere, glad to be done for the day.

You ran a hand through your hair. You see, you were an actress on the famous television show, Homestuck. By famous, you meant famous. The show was a rage on the internet, most of the fans being teenagers. It had already won several Grammys, and you were sure with the upcoming season it would get even more popular. Considering you were -spoiler alert - going to die.

Haha you just knew that would cause chaos in the fandom.

(Oh well you were coming back anyway. Woops another spoiler.)

You weren’t bragging when you said this (oh who’s kidding you were definitely bragging) but you were an intensely liked character on the show. The amount of fanart with you in it kinda amused you and weirded you as well.

You shook your head, focusing instead on the line you had messed up continuously today.

“Why can’t I get this?!” You moved to slap your head only for soft fingers to hold your wrist. You looked up, surprised, to see the gentle eyes of the one and only main star.

“I don’t think hurting yourself’s gonna help,” John Egbert raised an eyebrow at you. You just scoffed.

“You never know,” You retorted. He just gave an easy chuckle, reaching into his pocket to draw out a handkerchief. He dragged the material across your face, and you screwed up your face in defiance. When it came back, the once white cloth had a large red smudge. You sniffed.

“Thanks,” You said grudgingly, air puffing up your cheeks as you refused to look at him. He just laughed again, clear and bright as he tucked the handkerchief into your shirt pocket before patting your head. He removed the fake glasses, tucking them on the collar of his shirt.

“Aww,” He cooed. “Stop being so cute Y/N.”

You jerked and without your permission could feel your face heat up.


John snickered at the look on your face. You leapt at him in anger but he jumped back, escaping your frustration and proceeded to book it out of there, but not without sticking his tongue out at you. You shook a fist in the air at his retreating back.

“You better run brat!”


You jumped a bit, turning at the sound. Dave Strider was behind you, a towel around his neck, a water bottle in his left hand.

“Getting it on with Egbert I see?” He smirked. You bristled.

“Oh shut up. More like he was mothering me.”

“Well the fanbase doesn’t seem to think so,” He chuckled. At your confused blink he showed you his phone, waving it teasingly. “Look at what I found~.”

You gave him a suspicious glare but grabbed the tech from him, curiosity winning you over.

Then you promptly recoiled in horror.

There, on the screen, was a picture, definitely fan art, of you and John. But it wasn’t innocent. FAR FROM. His glasses were on the floor, a few feet away from the two of your forms. But purposely still in the frame. But that obviously wasn’t the horrible part. You couldn’t see John’s face from the position, but by the hair, and the before mentioned glasses on the floor, it was obviously him. He had picture you pinned to the wall, hair suspiciously ruffled. Picture you had your hands in his hair, and mouth slightly open and - wait what-

“Eek!” You screeched, shoving the phone back into Dave’s hand like it was on fire. Why why why why WHY?!!!

Dave just laughed at your distress and tapped you on the nose. “You’re too easy sometimes Y/N.”

You sputtered but then he was already walking away, waving a hand bye in the air without turning around. You stared after him for a bit, heart pounding. You bit your lip. This was bad. You were falling even deeper into a hole with what you were doing, with your feelings.

Terezi walked past you, smirking, glasses tilted down so she could look at you. “Careful Y/N. Dave’s ass might burst on fire from how hard you’re staring at it.”

You immediately caught her in a head hold.

“What was that?!!”

“Ahh!! Ahah! I’m sorry! Let me go!”



You sat at the table in your dressing room, sulking.

“Don’t forget me, don’t forget me.” You went over the lines. Don’t get distracted-

Blond hair.

A groan.

“I can’t get him out of my head!!” You slammed your head down into your hands. And you knew exactly why. It was no longer a thing to ponder.

You were completely, utterly, head over heels for Dave Strider.

You’d known that for a couple months now actually.

And it was killing you. You’d broken the unspoken rule of all actors/actresses everywhere. That it was just a show. That it didn’t matter in real life. In Homestuck, Dave and you were the most shipped characters. In the show the both of you had feelings for each other but none of you would admit it. It absolutely drove the fans crazy.

But it drove you crazy as well.

At first it was just that, just an acting position. But then that turned into stealing glances. Then it turned into actual blushing, not just something you forced for the cameras every time he grabbed your hand. Every time he gave that smirk of his or the nonchalant gaze. Then it only progressed from there till butterflies erupted in your stomach at the mere thought of the Strider.

But you couldn’t love him. You knew that. After all, it was just a role.

You gave your tired face another look in the mirror, wiping off the last of the makeup and grimacing at the bags under your eyes. The bags produced by the many times you stayed up thinking about a certain male with blonde locks and dark shades.

“Screw my life…” you muttered.

“Well that’s not nice. What did it ever do to you?”

You jumped again, provoking a chuckle from the Strider you knew was at your door. Only he had a fetish for scaring you like that.

“What do you want Dave?” You turned in your spin chair, giving him an unamused glare, trying to shove away the thoughts you were having mere seconds ago. Shove away the way you felt shivers at the sound of his voice, huskier with exhaustion. “How’d you even get in here?”

He knocked the back of his knuckles loosely on the door behind him. “You left the door open, genius.”

“Well then lock it.”

A pause.

Dave’s eyebrows were raised, stunned. You furrowed your own brows, confused, before you realized. You had just asked him to lock the door. While he was still in the room. Just the two of you.

You blushed in horror just as the surprise was wiped clean from his face. He smirked, a mischievous glint flashing cross his eyes.

“W-wait-” You tried to correct your mistake. “You know that’s not w-what I meant-”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Dave tutted as he shut the door with the slightest shift of his wrist, fluidly turning the lock in a smooth movement that had you gulping. A dark amusement encompassed his features. “Why I never knew you thought of me like that, Y/N. Not that I’m complaining.”

I do, so much. “I don’t.”

“I’m getting mixed signals here babe.”

“Do I have to tie you down to get you to shut up?”

“Ooh, kinky.”

Oh for Pete’s sake.

“I hate you…” you mumbled, dropping your head onto the desk to drown out his sniggering.

“No you don’t,” He said simply, walking round your space.

“What are you even doing here?”

“Can’t I just come and visit my favourite actress?”


“Fine,” He shrugged, leaning against the wall. He took of his shades, pinning you in place with his eyes. “I know you Y/N. You don’t make the same mistake too many times. But this line has been bothering you for long. Too long. What’s up?”

You opened your mouth.

“And don’t give me any crap about you 'just let it slip out’. That might work on the director, but not me.”

You closed it, biting down on the flesh of your bottom lip.

“I really have no idea though.” You lied.


You groaned. You should have known he wouldn’t have been fooled. “Can’t you just drop it?”

“No I can’t. If it’s bothering you this much, why can’t you tell me?”

Because it pertains to you. “….”

You closed your eyes in silence, wishing him away mentally. When you heard nothing but a shuffle, you peeked an eye open.

Only to see him right infront your face.

You shrieked, the chair rolling back as you stood, pushing him away. “What the heck, dude?”

You backed up quickly, not thinking until you felt the edge of the couch in the corner. You stopped yourself but it was too late, your balance offed, and you were falling backwards onto the sofa. Before you knew it Dave was infront of the couch, then he was over you, pinning you to the soft cushion.



“Dave!” You screeched. Was this actually happening?!!!

You tried to move but Dave kept your legs down with his, pinning your arms to the side of your head with his. You could feel your mind blanking. You couldn’t believe it. What was he doing?!! 

Ironic huh? A little voice echoed in the back of your head but you ignored it.

“I’m not letting you up till you tell me,” He popped the last syllable. You made one last effort to escape his hold, but that ended up in you only wriggling underneath his surprisingly strong grip, back arching your chest into his.

You felt a burst of heat in your stomach at the contact and you stopped immediately.

You rested your head on the armrest beneath it in defeat. Dave studied you. You vaguely noticed how his brown eyes seemed red in that moment, the strange coloring actually looking wine colored at this angle. But that was impossible, he had his red contacts off. Maybe it was the lighting? Some things were better off not thought about.

“Are you being serious about this?”


You breathed out. You had no choice. Dave knew you well, too well. He’d be able to tell if you were lying. You had to tell the truth.

“I wasn’t fully lying when I said I couldn’t help it. That’s true. It’s just that…” You looked backed at him, chuckling at the likeliness of this scene to the one in the show. Dave hovering over you, hair hanging into his face. Only his eyes weren’t teary. Only there wasn’t a heart wrenching expression taking over his handsome features.

“That?” He prompted.

“'Don’t forget me’,” You said. “I know what the line is Dave. Besides what you think, I actually passed school.”

“So then why do you keep saying 'It’s ok’?” Dave sounded frustrated that you weren’t getting to the point.

“Because of you!” You snapped. He blinked, the tight grip on your wrists loosening.


“Because of you,” You repeated, but softly this time. “Your face Dave…You looked so scared….I just…..” You swallowed. “I know you knew I wasn’t really dying but I felt like I needed to reassure you. Reassure you that I wasn’t going anywhere. Reassure you that I was indeed, going to be ok. That’s why I kept saying it.”

Dave looked absolutely stunned at your confession. But the frustrated look didn’t lessen. “But why? Why did you need to reassure me so much? You’ve done similar roles with the others in the past. Why not them?”

“Because they’re not you, Dave!” You practically shouted. Your mouth was running ahead of your brain. “Because I lov-”

Your mouth snapped shut so fast, your teeth vibrated painfully against each other.

Oh my gosh.

Dave’s frustrated face melted into something else, something foreign, something you couldn’t place.

“You what?”


“You what Y/N?” It didn’t sound like a question anymore. More like he was desperate for you to finish. Or, even worse, he knew what you were going to say and wanted you to say it yourself.

And that terrified you.

“I said it’s nothing.” You forced.

“I don’t think it was nothing though,” Dave decided for you.

“Dave,” You stared, a warning in your voice.

“You see, I think -”


“- that you were going to say -”

Dave!” Not a warning anymore. Now you were just trying anything to prevent him from saying it.

“ - that you love me.”

And your heart stopped.

You stopped breathing literally for a second, air hitching in your throat. You attempted to look away but Dave kept you trapped in his intense gaze.

“And?” You eventually replied when the quiet seemed it would choke you. “And what if I did? What would you do then?”

You couldn’t run away from the topic anymore. Now that your heart was bared before him, you might as well hear his response.

“What I would do?” Dave mused. “Well….” He bent his face down slowly until you could feel his breath against your cheek. “I’d probably do this….”

“Dave,” You stuttered as his face drew closer, eyes wide.


“T-there’s probably c-cameras in h-here-”

“You know what? I don’t really care.”

And then his lips were on yours.

A single thought entered your mind. You know, it would be pretty funny if those JohnxY/N shippers saw this.

Then you shoved the thought aside and immersed yourself into what was more important. That Dave Strider was kissing you. You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. Everything but him left your mind as his hands left your wrists to cup your face.

No his mouth didn’t taste like strawberries.

Nor did he taste like mint or cinnamon or anything stupid like what you’d find in sappy romance books. His lips tasted exactly like you’d expect them to - like lips. Like skin. 

They molded yours gently at first, then rougher, and by the time his tongue slithered into your mouth you came to a conclusion. He did taste like something, somewhat. 

He tasted like the flavoured water he had been drinking earlier - just that tiny bit lemon that tinted the neutral of his mouth. Your hands feebly gripped his shoulders and in the back of your mind you hoped you didn’t taste bad either, but that was honestly the last thing on your mind as he pressed you down into the couch with a growl.

You arched into him, shivering, moving your hands to tug at his hair instead. He bit down on your lip, mumbling between kisses.

“And here I thought you were miss awkward innocent.”

You tried not to, but before you knew it you were smiling against his mouth. Then you were laughing, giggling as you attempted to bring back the passion but failed.

“Way to break the mood, idiot,” You said as he too let up on the intensity your mouths had previously shared, leaving light, airy brushes of his lips against yours. “And we both know that’s just a character I play. Though for some reason, your character on the other hand is just like you, you bastard.”

“What can I say,” He hummed, giving you one last kiss, a simple soft peck of his lips to yours, then another, and another, before retreating to look you in the eyes. “Not even the director can contain my swag.”

“You did not just say that,” You groaned, but were smiling brightly, chest heaving, taking in air.

Dave pressed his forehead to yours, a familiar move, but there were no tears this time, just an atmosphere of happiness that had you flying, had euphoria blossoming in your chest, slowly, beautifully.

After a comfortable silence:

“Oh, I love you too by the way, if you didn’t get that.”

“I don’t know….maybe you should show me one more time.”

“Hmm…maybe I should.”

A laugh in the quiet as he nuzzled his nose into your neck.

“Y/N, Y-Y/N I-”

“Dave, shh…..for once, shut up.”

His forehead pressing to yours.


Everyone holding their breath.

“It’s ok.”


The director’s moan.

“Y/N! Are you serious?!!”

“Ahahaah!! You so did that on purpose didn’t you?!”

“She did what?!

"Dave! Oh my god! Shut up!”

Dave’s laughter.