((Oh and just a reminder this is not limited to today seriously whenever you do your good deed even if it’s like a week from now just drop me a message on either account and I’ll draw it c:))
Hey guys… I guess I’m finally done.
It’s really breaking my own heart to say this. I’m infinitely sorry to all of you who’ve been waiting for me so faithfully, and I’m just as sorry to all of the newcomers waiting for new content.
I don’t think I’m able to run this blog anymore, and not because of procrastination issues, either. This time it’s university applications, and from there on out I don’t know what’s going to happen. Plus, and this I regret deeply - I’m just not as into Homestuck as I used to be. And you know what? I don’t think it’s fair to drag it out for all of you with “temporary hiatus”es and “just taking a break”s. I’m so thankful for everything you’ve all given me and I truly hope you understand. Maybe one day I’ll have to leave Tumblr, and it’s not something I’d like to do with almost 2000 people waiting for me.
That being said, I’ve decided to try and do one last thing for you all before I go. There are about 1800 people following me, and active or not, that is a huge number, and I’d really like to do something about it. So: I’ll draw you a sketch request of any character (SnK, Homestuck, etc, you name it - no nudity or gore, however) with about as much detail as the sample here, on one condition - that you go out of your way to brighten someone else’s day. It can be as small as telling a stranger they look nice or telling someone you love them, and as big as you want. Tell me about something kind you went out of your way to do for someone else today in an ask, include your request, and have your submit box open for me. Reblog this if you can, I’d like to do as many as possible!
Thank you all again, so, so much. I’ve had a fantastic time and I couldn’t have done it without you. I’d love to be friends - just drop me a message at my main.
I drew Sollux and and she drew Aradia, then we swapped and colored each other’s line art.
((Several people have asked for formal/fancy sollux and aradia so here is something close! ALSO CHECK OUT DEBATABLE’S ASKBLOG IF YOU HAVEN’T YOU MUST!))
FORMAL IS NEVER BAD
Also oh my goodness go check out askdoomedtimeline if you haven’t already, it’s incredible c:
HI GUYS GUESS WHO’S BACK!
I’m really excited to start this again! I’m clearing out the askbox, so please send in fresh new asks - a lot of the old ones have already been answered, or have grown irrelevant.
Shoutout to my askblog buddies! Man, it really is hard to come back to these after so long - expect my style to be pretty irregular for a bit.
Thank you all a million times for being so patient!
((Hey guys :)
I feel really bad for using the askblog to bug you guys about this, but as you guys know, I’m on hiatus. I’ve been getting distracted way too easily and I stay up way too late/early doing homework that really shouldn’t take long, so I don’t have time to properly draw :c I really badly want to start this blog up again, and I’ve been getting better, just not enough!
I just wanted to ask you guys: Do you have any advice for focusing or ways to get motivated? This has been frustrating me for a really long time now, and I’ve tried a lot of ways to break the habit.
Thank you all for supporting me and bearing with me, it means a lot! Have a lovely day :) ))
WE WERE KICKED OUT BEFORE WE COULD EVEN ORDER.
(quick shoutout to askarasol which is undoubtedly the cutest thing ever!! i think they’re on hiatus but you should check it out)
i didnt realize how much i missed you guys
Pink fades back to gray so quickly you can almost hear a faint sucking sound echoing between the identical workdesks. It’s easy enough, being gray again, standing there dully as his boss yells at him and slams a new pile of code on his desk. Turning around was the hardest part. It felt like giving up and tasted like old newsprint. Getting one’s hopes up is a terrible thing to do, he decides, and he determines to never do it again.
He slumps back into his chair and swivels around a bit, watching his boss retreat back to his office, and sighs. A chance glance out the window as his limp fingers toy with the idea of crushing the lipstick-stained plane in his hands to a lipstick-stained ball—
His chair crashes, papers fly, and his boss only has time to catch sight of the back of his jacket as he leaves the room, footsteps echoing louder than giving up.
He takes the stairs because if he stood there waiting in an elevator he’d go crazy; at least this way the slapping of his soles on carpet and stone make him feel like he’s working for it. And he’s not sure exactly what it is he’s working for but he’ll gladly give up this secure life of gray for even a little bit of her fire.
He’s out of breath and his legs ache when he comes to a sudden, messy stop in front of his company building and he looks left, looks right, up and down and left again and god damn it, she is gone again.
He lets out a long breath and looks towards the subway station. Going back to gray from pink is easy. Going back from nearly red is painful.
Might as well get in a nap before the official termination notice comes through.
He starts trudging towards the station, tossing away his stupid plane lamely, wishing he had enough red in him even to throw it with a little bit of anger.
Paper doesn’t seem to enjoy being a secondhand litter perpetrator under any circumstances, through, angry or not, and it’s pushing the limits of his mind to make himself believe it’s only very strange wind patterns that convey a sense of eight-and-a-half-by-eleven vengeance upon him moments later. He’s caught up in a veritable paper storm and seeing white, being thrust around very unceremoniously and not at all in the direction he had been going.
He struggles against it, red in the face, white in his eyes, but is ultimately pushed in nearly the opposite direction of his home, and white and red make pink, quite obviously, but it had no plans to stop there at all.
Pink led her around in graceful circles, under bridges and weaving through cafe tables where she leaves her purse so she can hop the gate, because being led around by paper planes is an adventure and adventures are life to her.
It brings her to a subway station.
It falls limply in her hands.
She looks around, red subdued, eyes confused, lips pressed.
A train pulls in and the doors open. A disgruntled, angry pink young man steps out and drops paper planes all over the floor. They stare at each other.
He glances down at his hands, white-knuckled, tight-fisted, and slowly uncurls them. A crumpled paper plane sits there between them, and two pairs of hands unfold it, one gentle, both nervous.
A smudged, red lip-print stares back up at them.
They look at each other and smile.
[okay so right after i sent the last one i got really sick and then school hit me like a ton of bricks! i’m so sorry if this last part turned out kinda funny but wow the paperchase scene was difficult to put into words… regardless i hope you liked it! <3]
((I’m so sorry about how long it took to put this up ;n; Thank you so much for these, I’ve loved them so much <3 You are an amazing writer and you really brought them to life! I’m going to miss seeing these in my askbox :D thankyouthankyouthankyou!))