Homestuck Headcanon - Blog Posts

Yeah so idk if this makes any sense but like. This is how I think gamzee progresses. Or deteriorates, rather. I just needed to get this down on paper I’ll elaborate later.

if homestuck was a high-budget arcane-style animated show Vriska’s big climactic last scene would be a montage of all her big scenes previously with My Way by Frank Sinatra playing over it (for soundtrack dissonance) before it crescendos with the lord english fight and she’d open the house juju as the music swells and then it would cut to white leaving us to wonder if she survived the juju blast. I am right

headcanon that a popular Alternian genre of television was like those cop body cam shows mixed with reality tv about like. Tow truck companies but for Threshecutioners. Like typical workplace reality tv where they all run around and have petty drama but with a lot of remorseless on-screen murder. Karkat was an avid viewer of at least one of these shows I think. Is this anything

okay so we know that Aranea and Latula are the vrisrezi slime clone babies but who do you guys think the other dancestors are combinations of… I want to hear the public’s thoughts on this… I think it would be funny if Kurloz and Mituna were gamzee and sollux (big crazy hair and unusually strong psychic powers… heh…) but otherwise I’ve got zero clues

Okay the FLARP gang roles (like… pirate movie characters… does that make sense… the dynamics) that I think they filled in their little game thing I guess:

Vriska: rebel pirate queen… obvie… captain jack sparrow type shit. Little freak who is exceedingly capable yet often underestimated for her blood caste / generally scrawny build / unorthodox demeanor

Terezi: Vriska’s first mate! I think she and Vriska were very much a package deal but I think Terezi had a name of her own… she was scary also i think

Eridan: Like… the British naval official that’s been fighting with Vriska for months but can’t bring himself to just pull the bloody trigger yknow…

Kanaya: Vriska’s landbound beau sort of. Do you know the song Jolly Sailor Bold. It’s like that. Her hair it hangs in ringlets her eyes as black as coal my happiness attends her my jolly sailor bold

Equius: listen. Listen I love neigh8ors. Serket Zahhak siblings foreva. He’s like the weird guy they hide out with sometimes. Whenever she gets in trouble she drops into his house. I love them. She goes ‘I know a guy 😏” and he’s the guy

Aradia: I like to think that Team Charge and the Scourge Sisters first encountered each other in a scuffle over a treasure. You know. Archeology explorer team and pirate treasure hunter team?? That was the start of their beef

Tavros: Aradia’s little freak of a partner that Vriska finds infinitely infuriating for some reason. Part of which being that he’s a bronzeblood and she feels the need to collect all of mindfang’s associates like pokemon cards

when people ask what my favorite ship from homestuck is, i always say davekat. and when people ask why, i say i just like the art. and, while that's true, i like davekat for other reasons.

i get dave. on a level deeper than understanding. ive lived dave. i know the uncertainty, the fear, the need to keep it quiet, the desire to view it all through an ironic lens, and to keep a facade of everything being cool.

i understand karkat. the want to be older than you are, to prove yourself when everyone else has turned their backs and cast you aside, to make sure your voice is heard no matter what, to show that you can do what no has done before.

dave can't sit in silence. it puts him on edge, and it makes him feel like someone is going to hop out and attack. his thoughts wander from sick beats to terrifying paranoia in record time. luckily for him, karkat is loud and says exactly what he thinks. there is no guessing or silent uncertainty. there's only them.

karkat stresses over alternian rules. he'll never feel completely comfortable with his trollian counterparts because, in the back of his mind, there will always be the voice of a forgotten prophet reminding him that he's a mutant. luckily for him, dave doesn't give two fucks, as far as the amateur rapper is concerned, they bleed the same.

they are foils of one another. mirrors with imperfect reflections. knights who are burdened with the responsibility of holding it all together, despite their own uncertainty about where they stand in the mess.

dave, burdened with the knowledge of how truly insignificant they all are in the grand scheme of the alpha timeline. karkat, burdened with the understanding of how easily people turn on one another and how fragile peace really is.

they see each other. recognize the familiar frown lines that come with hours of contemplating how they could possibly make the impossible work. they gravitate towards each other, pulling one another into their orbit. you're not alone if someone else sees you for all that you are.

so ask me why i like davekat? i'll say its because they bleed the same.

y○ur dave headcan○ns feel s○ accurate!! please write m○re because i l○ve them!!

thank you! i do plan in writing more dave, he's my favorite homestuck character, and honestly, it's just one of my top five favorite characters of all times.

dave doesn't like acknowledging things. if you acknowledge something that makes it true, so if he never acknowledges it its not true. simple, really.

if he never acknowledges bro's abuse as abuse, it's not abuse. It's just ironic play and cool hobbies and totally normal older brother stuff.

and he never acknowledged that little crush on john, and then it went away, so obviously that only cements his previous hypothesis that if he ignores things, they go away, and they aren't real.

then, he comes face to face with karkat and dirk.

dirk, who has the face of the man who exists solely in his nightmares. whose voice sends slight shivers down his spine. he half expects to see his face with a blade against his throat in the reflection of the boys sharp glasses.

karkat, who yells and is loud and is brash and somehow sets his heart on fire with every screech and pointed glare. who genuinely listens to his rambles, even if he calls him a "blundering moron" after. he listens.

and suddenly, dave cant go about life not acknowledging things. he sees the brotherly relationship he couldve had in dirk, and he knows he wants it.

suddenly, he cant ignore the feelings of romance that he'd convinced himself were wrong. john was an idea, karkat is real and in front of him, and he knows he wants it.

he knows he wants it. he's acknowledged he wants it, and now it's real. it's real and true and. and it's the truth. and that's the worst part.

i think dave strider smokes. not because he likes it, persay, but because he thinks thats just what people do.

i imagine he smoked his first cigarette on the roof with bro after one of their fights. probably when he was way to young, maybe 10?

bro just sat on the edge of the building and started smoking, wordlessly offered one to the kid he just beat the shit out of.

dave, wanting to be like him and not wanting to be seen as weak, took it and did his best to copy him. he nearly coughed a lung up the very first time.

after that, after every fight, bro would leave him on the roof bleeding. but there would always be a lone cigarette and a lighter waiting for him near the ledge.

he never told anyone, but rose walked in on him painstakingly trying to alchemize a pack when they were on the meteor once. she never mentioned it, thats just what people do.

once, karkat found him on the roof smoking, sunglasses pushed up as his eyes traced the endless starry sky above them. wordlessly, he offered the troll one.

they smoke on the roof together sometimes. its just what people do. what they do. even if they were upset with each other. they never talked about it though.

dirk found him once, smoking and silently crying. they shared a cigarette, quietly, wordlessly. they found comfort in each other.

halfway brothers, leaning against each other as the puffs of smoke sank into their clothes. neither said anything, they both had a feeling that thats just what people do.

the smell of smoke still brings about feelings of comfort to him. he never explained that to anyone, though, mostly because no one asked.

its just one of those things. its just what people do.