Homestuck Dave - Blog Posts
Hey tumblr, I haven’t been on here in so long, so uh- apology davekat I guess :’)
idk when I drew this but here ya go!
This is what I imagine the differences of their hairs looking-
I’m glad I drew this actually cause I can’t draw Dave’s hair for shit
some fillers :P
here we go, davekat
Also just some Karkat ideas
Most of my art is traditional art :)
Hardcore Dave strider
Man’s an edgelord
Might make some more of these :]
Finally posting this :P
John and Dave in their god tier suits holding hands while Dave freaks out over the fact that they are in fact, holding hands
How scandalous
No homo tho
Why would it be homo?
No reason
you think I got enough davekat drawings?
Dave cosplay (kinda)
I don’t have the shirt or any makeup on and the wig isn’t styled but ah well
:D
Yipee, record
my hs pictures from 2022
an ice cream birthday - happy 4/13
nobody:
mfs with ROYGBIV eyes:
↓↓ rewfewence ↓↓
↓↓ the aftermath of making a landing that literally blows everyone away (haHA sorry) ↓↓
get team rocket’d rip
her whack-a-mole game go deadly
i had these funni videos recommended to me and once the homestuck rot in my brain picked up on some dave coding— i couldn’t help myself ↓↓
↑↑ rewfewence CartierKy (TheCartierKy) on youtube
someone reboot botboy, also aradia ayo-
upd8 got that delirious 3AM sleepover bestie vibes, where you’re borderline hallucinating tv ad jingles while professing your deepest, most entrenched thoughts and fears
anyway, yes they had a half-ass spa day, yes they made a fort, and yeah they’re gunna do alien ouija yeehaw
Have you ever stumbled upon a homestuck fic so old it doesn’t even have the trolls involved?
I don’t remember which one it was, but it held a fun specific to that era of hs. Where the fics were riddled with feel-good-best-friends-just-kids-fucking-around-and-figuring-out-shit. Heavy analysis and expansive study of characters are so intrinsically linked with hs now that it gives me whiplash to see work without it. Don’t get me wrong, I love the analysis, but there is something so charming about hs fandom and fic in the very past. Made me nostalgic for an era I wasn’t even there for. Made me want to paint this, just a bunch of goobers fucking around in some overgrown lot. Simpler times, I guess.
the girls are fighting
just so that everyone knows
being a twink is better then being a biggot
delirious biznasty
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.
have some garbage i guess
another drawing from today - wowie i colored it
early morning doodles - my shaylas❤️🖤
can you tell who my favorite homestuck character is
shitty lil Dave doodle from french
sick and twisted that this is better quality than when i upload it straight from my tablet