murraynoir:

(Source: flayed-facade)

egbertsknowbest:

Even if you’ve joined another fandom like DR or Off, or stopped posting Homestuck entirely, but it’s still close to your heart. I want to know  who else out there is still holding on through the hiatus.

carcinodraconian:

• taciturntechnician
• golgothasundead
• capricornofrage
• feraldavesprite
• strongsuits

Karkat greets the new faces with a guarded growl, wondering if someone had tipped off his location. Hopefully they’re all as friendly as the others have been.

DS greets Karkat with a few deep caws and a low purr. He reminds him greatly of his matesprite, who seems to have disappeared with his grubs a long time ago. Sitting back onto his haunches and puffing his feathers up in front of the dragonic troll, he tilts his head to the side, watching the him.

needledclawsandkittycatpaws:

feraldavesprite:

He cocks an eyebrow and looks back at her from his messy snack, then chuckles. “You’re not supposed to bite it,” he tells her, licking his hand. “You’re supposed to just lick the honey off. The wax that the bees make doesn’t taste very good, as you’ve probably noticed.” he laughs a bit and watches her, highly amused at her expressions of distaste. “Try and spit out the wax, and next time don’t bite it.” he instructs and warns whilst  walking over her on all fours to lean back against the trunk of the tree once again. Once there, he grabs his honeycomb slabs with his left foot and holds them there to take a moment to lick his hands and arms clean again.

*Nepeta waggles her tongue and then spits out the wax so it plummets down to the forest floor, the girl rubbing the top of her mouth with her finger to try remove the rest. Wax really doesn’t taste good. She swivels round rather than having her back to him, hooking her claws into the bark so as not to fall off. The moving does make her wobble and her claws sink in deeper for stability. Her tail curls round the branch like a safety rope and she goes back to licking the honey off her hands and honeycomb, purring contentedly. Now the wax is gone the honey is much nicer now and is properly enjoyable, Nepeta clicking softy in the back of her throat.*

He twitches his ears at her and moves his slab back to his hands, leaving quite a mess on his feet that he doesn’t feel like cleaning up at the moment. Maybe he’ll leave the crows to cleaning him up later.

The clicking noise perplexes him for but a moment before he begins to mimic it, smiling and licking a slab clean of honey. As soon as he’s sure that there’s none left on one slab, he starts on another and drops the clean one to the forest floor. A moment of relative silence befalls the two of them as they enjoy their meals, not saying a word to one another. DS hasn’t a clue of what to talk about, so he waits for Nepeta to say something, if she so chooses. He wonders to himself if she has any questions for him.

wessasaurus-rex:

adriofthedead:

schrodingersvet:

schrodingersvet:

Let’s play a game. Go into my askbox and assign me:

• kismesis ♠
• moirail ♦
• matesprit ♥
• auspistice ♣

Let’s do this.

Holy Hell this has over 3,000 notes :P anyway do this

I’ll do it too

indulge me

Let’s do this 

Another troll? How are all of these people finding him? This one smells to be masculine… DS immediately throws up his threat display and instantly goes into territorial mode. Puffing up his glowing feathers, he sticks his bright orange and glowing tongue out of his mouth, rustles his feathers loudly, and growls, slapping his tail onto the ground.

A new smell? A new troll?

DS sniffs the air and swivels his ears around as his eyes go wide and glow orange in curiosity. Cawing loudly to get the attention of the unseen newcomer, he puffs up and rustles his feathers whilst slapping his tail onto the ground a few times in a territorial display, but doesn’t actively threaten the intruder. It smells to be more feminine…

Now more curious than before, he caws a few more times and hops into a tree to look around for the intruder through the trees around his home.

DS was just sitting in a tree, minding his own business and cawing to some crows flying overhead, when a strange scent finds its way into his nostrils. Perking his ears up and puffing his feathers up, he looks around, falling silent and looking for the source of the scent.

What really concerns him is that the scent isn’t that of a troll… What if it’s an amateur hunter thinking that he’s a troll?! The very thought sets him on edge; he growls lowly and prepares to throw up his threat display.

needledclawsandkittycatpaws:

feraldavesprite:

He swats a few especially persistent bees away from himself with his tail’s feathers before finding himself within Nepeta’s sights. Flapping his wings and gaining just enough altitude to match the height of the branch, he caws a little greeting to her, swings his wings forward, and swoops up to land on the branch. After clasping his talons onto the branch and using his tail for balance, he hands her one of the honeycombs and holds the others with one hand.

Honey drips everywhere; DS proceeds to lick it off of his arms and claws, then gets to work on using his long, bright orange tongue to lick more of the sweet treat off of one of the slabs of honeycombs. He’s careful not to bite them, though, as the wax isn’t very palatable in itself.

*The honey doesn’t hesitate in trailing down her forearms, leaving sticky golden marks. Nepeta dabs at it with her tongue but decides that she likes the taste, taking an automatic bite of the honeycomb. Which is absolutely disgusting. The slimy texture of the wax is all she can feel in her mouth as it coats the top of her mouth, making her shudder and stick out her tongue as she tries to move it. Her toes curl and her tail swishes in distaste as the cloying flavour masks the flavour of the honey.*

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He cocks an eyebrow and looks back at her from his messy snack, then chuckles. “You’re not supposed to bite it,” he tells her, licking his hand. “You’re supposed to just lick the honey off. The wax that the bees make doesn’t taste very good, as you’ve probably noticed.” he laughs a bit and watches her, highly amused at her expressions of distaste. “Try and spit out the wax, and next time don’t bite it.” he instructs and warns whilst  walking over her on all fours to lean back against the trunk of the tree once again. Once there, he grabs his honeycomb slabs with his left foot and holds them there to take a moment to lick his hands and arms clean again.

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Unfortunately FS can’t feel anything on his chest plates so he doesn’t have the pleasure that DS is feeling with his feathers played with.

Eventually, he steps back and away from him, twitching his tail. “… What are you doing around here, anyway?” he inquires, flicking his ears back suddenly, “You’re kind of close to my territory.”

needledclawsandkittycatpaws:

feraldavesprite:

After carefully taking the baby birds and setting them carefully back into each of their nests, he hops motions for Nepeta to stay, spreads his massive wings, and jumps from the tree to glide safely to another tree. With the branches as close together as they are, powered flight is nearly impossible; gliding is the easiest way around, right next to just climbing and jumping from tree to tree. 

It isn’t long before Nepeta is out of sight and he’s upon the beehive, digging into the softened bark in which it resides and pulling out several large honeycombs, which in turn enrages the bees. After puffing his feathers up and shaking off to get some bees off of his skin, he hops from the tree with the honeycombs in his hands and mouth, then makes his way back to the tree. It would be a few minutes before he returned, though, so Nepeta is left temporarily to her own devices.

*Once he disappeared from sight, Nepeta lay down on the branch, small hands folded on her skinny stomach. The sky is barely visible through the higher branches and leaves but she watches what’s visible, eyes following an occasional stray cloud that trawls across the sky. The raised humming of bees makes her sit up, looking in the direction that DS had gone. Was he the one angering the bees? That question is answered when he reappears, clutching chunks of dripping honeycomb. She chirrups curiously at him, wondering what the goldy-yellow thing is.*

He swats a few especially persistent bees away from himself with his tail’s feathers before finding himself within Nepeta’s sights. Flapping his wings and gaining just enough altitude to match the height of the branch, he caws a little greeting to her, swings his wings forward, and swoops up to land on the branch. After clasping his talons onto the branch and using his tail for balance, he hands her one of the honeycombs and holds the others with one hand.

Honey drips everywhere; DS proceeds to lick it off of his arms and claws, then gets to work on using his long, bright orange tongue to lick more of the sweet treat off of one of the slabs of honeycombs. He’s careful not to bite them, though, as the wax isn’t very palatable in itself.

needledclawsandkittycatpaws:

feraldavesprite:

It doesn’t take long before he finishes both the eggs and the hatchings. The small snack is not enough to satisfy him, though; he looks around, sniffs the air, and perks his ears up to listen around for the familiar buzzing of a colony of bees. Swiveling his ears independently this way and that, he soon picks up on the sound that he’s looking for, and looks to Nepeta.

“… You don’t seem to like the eggs or baby birds much… Do you want something else instead?” he asks, smiling. “I know something better that you might like.”

*She’d watched his feathered ears twitching and swivelling with a quiet fascination, blinking to focus back on him. The quiet buzzing barely registers to her hearing but she trusts his judgement. Smiling again as she normally does, Nepeta nods, curls swaying.*

okay!

After carefully taking the baby birds and setting them carefully back into each of their nests, he hops motions for Nepeta to stay, spreads his massive wings, and jumps from the tree to glide safely to another tree. With the branches as close together as they are, powered flight is nearly impossible; gliding is the easiest way around, right next to just climbing and jumping from tree to tree. 

It isn’t long before Nepeta is out of sight and he’s upon the beehive, digging into the softened bark in which it resides and pulling out several large honeycombs, which in turn enrages the bees. After puffing his feathers up and shaking off to get some bees off of his skin, he hops from the tree with the honeycombs in his hands and mouth, then makes his way back to the tree. It would be a few minutes before he returned, though, so Nepeta is left temporarily to her own devices.

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feraldavesprite:

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DS flies around outside of his new territory, patrolling the area for any incoming predators and looking out for large herbivores that he could potentially take down (perhaps with some help). As he cups his wings and lands in a tree, a familiar scent wafts into his nostrils; he flicks his ears…

FS walks through a new territory, not having wings like the others does kinda present a bit of a disadvantage when it comes to defense, but does give him a sense of connection to the forests. He walks around and sniffs the surrounding air. This land is already owned. He doesn’t wish to claim it for he prefers to be nomadic. Yet the sent is so familiar. He sniffs again to try to remember. Davesprite.

The faint sound of him making his way around catches DS’s attention; he stops preening and looks down at the ground at the mass of muscles and bright red plates as he explores. Furrowing his eyebrows, he climbs to the end of his branch, then leaps into another tree, chirping to himself. All the while, HR contemplates pouncing on him.

FS wanders more and hears a slight chirp above him. He does not look up, to avoid a confrontation. But sadly curiosity shall always be the victor. He looked up to see the black and grey feathered sprite on the end of a branch. FS backed up to the tree behind him.

DS puffs his feathers up and keeps a close eye on him as he slowly makes his way to some lower branches. Wagging his tail a bit, he sits back onto his haunches on a rather large branch and caws a cautious greeting.

FS returns the gesture in a humble bow. He is actually rather confused about his relationship with DS. Does DS hate him? Like him? Or is just to cautious? FS slowly approaches the base of DS’s tree.

DS watches him closely and forces himself to stay put in the presence of such a large troll. Cawing quietly and slightly unfurling his wings, he warns the Sufferer to stay on the ground for now then growls lowly and flicks his ears back whilst his feathers puff up once again.

FS finds the puffed feathers to rather adorable. FS stood his ground and a waited DS to leave the tree.

After a few more minutes, he shimmies his way down the tree and stands, still puffed up, in front of the larger troll. Without warning, he reaches a hand forward and pokes at one of the scaly plates on his chest.

FS is rather confused by the sudden “poking” on his chest scale. He raises a brow and asks confusingly, “Yes?” He stands there oddly perplexed by the situation.

He pokes at the plate again, runs his finger over it, and looks up to the Sufferer’s face, his expression mimicking that of a wide-eyed and curious child. “What’re these for?” he asks, tilting his head to the side and twitching an ear, “can you take them off?”

He releases a sigh, “They are for protecton, and no I ca’tremove them, they are attached to my body.” He the plays with DS’s feathers smiling

DS, too fascinated with the Sufferer’s scales to do much more then flinch a little, continues to examine the troll closely for the first time.

After a few seconds, he starts to purr a little. It’s quite an enjoyable feeling to have his feathers pet and scratched under.