liongirl5:

No but John reading some of Rose’s writings while on the three year journey across the Yellow Yard and writing small notes on the side saying how good it is but a little hard to understand

faygo-fuckyourself:

GT John (me)

Grimdark Rose (Ceb)

GT Outfit 

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(art by spudstud)
On the bleak landscape where the Tower stood, the Fool sits, empty, despairing. He hoped to find direction on this spiritual journey, a path to his spiritual self, but having just learned that most of his life was a lie, he now feels lost. Sitting on the cold stones, he gazes up at the night sky wishing for some kind of guide. And that is when he notices, nearby, a beautiful girl with two water urns. As he watches, she kneels by a pool of water illuminated with reflected starlight. She empties the urns, one into the pool, one onto the thirsty ground.
"What are you doing," he asks her. She looks up at him, her eyes twinkling like stars. "I am refilling this pool, so that those who are thirsty may drink, and I am also watering the earth so that more fruit trees will grow to feed those who are hungry." She nods back to a single fruit tree that stands nearby, a nightingale singing amid its branches.
"Come," she invites. "Sate your hunger and quench your thirst."
The Fool plucks some fruit from the tree, then kneels by her and drinks from the pool. The water tastes wonderful, like liquid starlight, and the fruit is equally delicious. Both help to heal his wounded heart.
Having quenched his thirst and sated his hunger, the Fool lays back to gaze up at the stars. “They’re so beautiful,” he said, “but so distant.”
"Like possible futures," agrees the girl. "Cool and distant. Yet if you keep one in sight, it can guide you to your destination no matter how far away it is." Even as she says this, she began to fade away, like dew, vanishing. All that remains is a gleam that was at the center of her forehead. This rises up and up, until it settles in the night sky as a shining star. "Follow your star," the woman’s voice seems to sing from that light, "and have hope."
The Fool takes in a breath and rises. It is a dark night, a desolate land. But for the first time, he has a guiding light to show him the way. Distant as it is, it restores his faith.

(art by spudstud)

On the bleak landscape where the Tower stood, the Fool sits, empty, despairing. He hoped to find direction on this spiritual journey, a path to his spiritual self, but having just learned that most of his life was a lie, he now feels lost. Sitting on the cold stones, he gazes up at the night sky wishing for some kind of guide. And that is when he notices, nearby, a beautiful girl with two water urns. As he watches, she kneels by a pool of water illuminated with reflected starlight. She empties the urns, one into the pool, one onto the thirsty ground.

"What are you doing," he asks her. She looks up at him, her eyes twinkling like stars. "I am refilling this pool, so that those who are thirsty may drink, and I am also watering the earth so that more fruit trees will grow to feed those who are hungry." She nods back to a single fruit tree that stands nearby, a nightingale singing amid its branches.

"Come," she invites. "Sate your hunger and quench your thirst."

The Fool plucks some fruit from the tree, then kneels by her and drinks from the pool. The water tastes wonderful, like liquid starlight, and the fruit is equally delicious. Both help to heal his wounded heart.

Having quenched his thirst and sated his hunger, the Fool lays back to gaze up at the stars. “They’re so beautiful,” he said, “but so distant.”

"Like possible futures," agrees the girl. "Cool and distant. Yet if you keep one in sight, it can guide you to your destination no matter how far away it is." Even as she says this, she began to fade away, like dew, vanishing. All that remains is a gleam that was at the center of her forehead. This rises up and up, until it settles in the night sky as a shining star. "Follow your star," the woman’s voice seems to sing from that light, "and have hope."

The Fool takes in a breath and rises. It is a dark night, a desolate land. But for the first time, he has a guiding light to show him the way. Distant as it is, it restores his faith.

Anonymous said: who do u think would be better at romance? john or rose?

misterruse:

John.

Rose is more of the smaller things, huddling up together after a long day where John snuggles up against her and she presses a kiss on his nose and puts an arm around him, having him curl up on top of her like a cat made out of 250 pounds of beef and muscle.

John on the other hand goes all out: dates, romantic gestures, presents and the like. Expensive dinners, short vacation trips, nights in far away hotels, all the stuff like that. Rose has pretty much surrendered to the fact that this is just who John is and he loves doing this for her, so she enjoys it as much as she can.

theshippingwall said: genderbent nepkat or johnrose?

meowrailed:

I haven’t genderbent john or rose so here it is :3

princekind:

nicedragon:

my friend brought me scrambled eggs at school today

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omfg EM 

lightrises:

thinking about making this into a colored/all-that-jazz piece soon, but in the meantime:

tanglebuddies

maebird-melody:

Grimdorks. Tarantella-ragazza on the right.

bloodkyuuketsu:

I finished the John/Rose drawing

All i can say is that i love it

charlesoberonn:

Look at this dork and how happy he is that Rose partook in his stupid movie references. And people say Act 1 sucked.

homestuckdialogues:

John and Rose’s 60th convo.

homestuckdialogues:

John and Rose’s 61th convo.

squiddlescribbles:

"I blatantly bend canon to draw stupid fluff, then end up putting way too much effort into it": the comic.

(There was supposed to be an extra of them making blanket forts but I haven”t made it yet..)

Oh yeah, Rose Is supposed to have fallen asleep while working to “revive” the bunny for John’s birthday, and John’s retcon powers.. yeah. (Also, sorry for horrible phone picture quality..)

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