Matesprit Stories

Basically some short EriDaveSol-Sprite shit. Yeah, I ain't dead. Whoo.

I had an idea for the first two chapters so those are really good, but the rest I'm just winging and seeing where it takes me so yknow.

This is a Homestuck fanfic, primarily centered around some OCs of mine. Vaxene has a pretty simple life, as a purple blood life is easier on him. Lowbloods don't often trust him, although he isn't that violent, using music to let out his anger. He's kept so many secrets from those that he knows, including his own moirail. What happens when his moirail starts keeping secrets from him? What will happen when Vaxene starts losing sleep? Will his simple life begin to crumble? Read onwards to find out. Homestuck and all it's characters belong to Andrew Hussie.

No one ever told you not to pick flowers. They always told you to pick them. Why? Because they are beautiful. You give them to people as a gift. You give them to people as a reminder that you love them. Other times, you give them to people as a reminder that they can't see them.

THIS STORY IS ON HOLD FOR MANTAINENCE. MORE INFO IN THE STORY I GUESS

Lmao

Alright so this is kind of a new story but similar but just now that homestuck is ended I want to change a few things about the previous setting in Matesprites. It'll be good though :) Hopefully... anyway enjoy! >:)

Once apon a time there was a land and in that land lived trolls and humans peacfully until one year 3 witches were born and thus started the age the condecence takes over and the knights are born each destane to slay a witch the destain witch each knight is to slay Knight of Time-Witch of Space Knight of Blood-Witch of Life Knight of Mind-Witch of Time what happens when one knight cant do their job and a prince interveins...........

If you asked Dave what his relationship with Karkat is, he would probably reply with: "We're bros I guess." but if you chanced to ask Karkat, you would receive a speech to rival Kankri's. So I'm re-writing my first fic on here, and hopefully giving it some actual plot! Yay!

:33< red, black, pale or ashen? this is where i'll put little short whatevers!

AN: I do not own Homestuck! The characters and all that jazz belong to the one and only Andrew Hussie, who I sold my soul to loooong ago :33 Warning: There is strong language and mention of physical and mental abuse

Your matesprit's been gone for weeks. Nobody's seen him, not even Karkat. But what happens when you find your missing lover? Just another thing I'm transferring from my Quotev account c: Cover photo only edited by me.  Original is by http://rotommowtom.deviantart.com/art/SoBeR-GaMzEe-InSaNiTy-HoNk-HoNk-0-346716788

cover credits: @Distealart on twitter. hi everyone! i haven't posted in ages... i've kinda forgotten about this account and haven't had any motivation to do much. but i have been getting into homestuck these days! sorry for my blatant love for rarepairs lmao and idk how to write abt marriage. here u go i hope it's good. also if you're here in the vrisrezi tag then this is strictly pale vrisrezi! flushed vrisrezi lovers i am sorry but this is a flushed vrisjade fic :(

A gamtav love story❤️

A lot of spinoffs and Sadstuck. :O) Requests open

You were walking along the beach with a heavy heart. You had recently had been dumped by your now ex-mate sprite Sollux Captor, all because he simply fell out of love of you, for someone else...you kicked the ground in frustration and utter agony, remembering all the beautiful times you two had spent together, tearing up, you sigh and look down at the sand, you see a rock and pick it up, it was shining very brightly, it reminded you too much of him, so you threw the rock into the ocean, only to hear something near the surface. Inching closer to the shore, careful not to get wet, (it was late at night and you couldn't exactly see well in the dark) once a bit closer, you saw bubbles coming up on the surface, and not long after, you saw a purple steak in the water, then a head, it's violet-irises staring a you, with a cold, death glare. "Stupid landwwellar". You cross your arms. "Hey, that's not very nice." The figure scoffs. "Wwell neither is gettin hit on the fuckin head."