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mamposteria-deactivated06192023 · 2 years

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badlydrawn-brostrider · 5 months

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Clover bounds over and says he can wear cool shades too! But more importantly, he wants to know who your favourite character in My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic is!

[...How did he get here?]

~badlydrawndoc-scratch, on main so i actually get notified for this. no i could not be serious with it.

You're a little confused on how the dapper lil' dude got here. You can never turn down an MLP question though. Besides, his cool shades make him at least 20% more trustworthy.

You confide in him your secret faves. AJ is great but she's mostly just a front, Dash and Pinkie are the ones who have really stolen your heart.

#the shades are taped onto his lil round head cuz they slide off #bro strider #dirk strider #homestuck ask blog #hom3stuck #homestuck #asks #homestuck clover

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thelegend2t · 2 years

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More of The Pelt!

Trace, the “pool shark” is modeled after an Epaulette Shark, which inhabit tide pools.

Clover is The Maneki-neko (beckoning cat), said to bring good luck and is the same thing Meowth is based on.

Finally Fin is the blood smelling Great White.

#Homestuck #Homestuck felt #homestuck the felt #homestuck trace #homestuck clover #homestuck fin #homestuck furry

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bandagegirl · 2 years

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🧍‍♀️hi

Found another panel in a partial mspaintfanadventures reupload.

He fell down some stairs.

#professor mayonaka #mayonaka #homestuck #midnight crew #homestuck the felt #homestuck intermission #homestuck crowbar #homestuck clover #homestuck biscuits

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dalekdi · 11 months

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Third Line Street (Gangshuffle AU)

Third Line street was quiet and bright. For a second Cezar thought about putting out a phone to send sunbeams but changed his mind. He turned to an alley, towards the courtyard, glanced at dark-green trash cans, moved around the building and approached a low two-floor house, barely noticeable among these identical grey buildings. Knocked and stepped back, rolling from heels to toes.

A man who opened the door stared at him with a confused grimace.

“Hello!”

“Cezar?” The man looked down at him. “What are you doing here?”

“Just came to pick up a couple of things.” Cezar came inside, leaving the man standing at the doorstep. A woman appeared from the depth of the house, just as confused. Cezar looked at her, at the man, and wondered:

“What about ‘Hello, come in, make yourself at home?’ Well, nevermind. How are you doing? Has Ming already graduated?” “Three years ago.” Said the woman.

“Wonderful”

“Did you, what, pierce your ear?” The man squinted, as if trying to cling to at least one feature in the guest’s appearance.

Cezar walked to the kinchen, ignoring the gazes of two people following him.

“Mmm, eclairs! I just got hungry.” He took a box of cakes out of the fridge and moved one into his mouth. What a performance. Then he fished out a plastic milk bottle, washed down the taste of chocolate cream and put the bottle on a table. “Aren’t you hungry?” He asked, turning his head to back.

To the quiet sound of voices Cezar took a cocoa can. Steadily, methodically diluting the drink with a thin stream of milk, he immersed himself into the smell and corners of his lips lifted in an involuntary smile. I wanted to drop you at the orphanage back then. “I know”, he replied.

Cezar sat at the table putting the mug in front of him and took a pleasurable sip. The man and the woman sat before him, and the woman finally said:

“We missed you.” “Glad to hear that!” Cezar beamed. “I would miss someone who I could use as a punching bag because he can’t fight back, too.” “Don’t say that.” The man snorted immediately as his wife pursed her lips like she was about to cry. “And what should I say?” Cezar asked innocently, pulling the cookie out of the plate that the man moved to himself. Huh. He poured the cookie into the cocoa and waved it carelessly. “Are Ming coming?”

“Only in a week.” “Won’t see each other, then.” Cezar put the softened cookie into his mouth, chewed and wiped his lips with a hand. “It’s alright.”

Finishing the cocoa, Cezar said he will go pick up his things, and walked away. It looked like the house’s interior didn’t change at all - same drawers near the wall, same white doors, the floor is creaking in the same places. Cezar came upstairs, crossed the corridor to the further room and, leaving himself without any time to stop, walked in.

Who’s Ming? “She’s not my own,” Cezar replied, sitting down to the bed. He opened the drawers and began putting various items out of it. “Never liked me much.”

The items were sorted into two piles: what has to be taken with him and what has to be left here. The second was bigger. Cezar pushed himself into sorting as deep as he could but all his efforts were not enough to close pictures rising in a memory from his shadow. Disgusting. Cezar didn’t answer but proceeded to sort pants, T-shirts, bracelets and torn notebooks into two piles. “You were the one who said about the performance”, he finally decided to remind, and suddenly his hand felt a dense fabric.

“Got it!” Cezar happily pulled out a green jacket with crooked red patches on its sleeves. You won’t wear it with Deor. “Not with Deor.” He agreed.

Putting a jacket, two keychains and some more things into the bag, Cezar walked out of the room.

“I was happy to see you but it’s time to go.” He announced, coming downstairs.

“Won’t you come here sometimes?” The woman asked, and Cezar shrugged.

“We’ll see. I don’t have much of a free time at the moment, you know, grown-up life and all that jazz,” he waved his hands vaguely. “But it can be so nice to return home!”

“Of course.” The woman agreed in relief.

Finish these tricks, let’s move out.

“Have a nice day!” Cezar smiled radiantly, waved his hand as if nothing happened, and left the house, leaving it behind his back. Third Line street was as quiet and bright as it was an hour and as it was seven years ago.

A horrible tragedy happened this morning in the North Side of Dalenmachi: a couple with their adult daughter crashed into support columns of a gas station. Collapse of the structures made it impossible to extract the victims from the burning car… ____________________________________________________________ See the official Gangshuffle AU blog here: https://gangshuffle.tumblr.com/