I’ve had this happen with a Latula.  She was offended that I was typing in six paragraph long responses as Kankri (He has the ability to converse with people, he knows the difference between a discussion and an explanation) and she responded “You know what, I think I’m tired of talking to a Kankri who talks in shorter fucking sentences than I do.”  She also stated that I had a “Fucking pole up my ass” which I am pretty sure she wouldn’t say.

Maybe I read that comic wrong, I dunno.

(Source: homestuckrpproblems)

I originally was doing oddly sexual situation to see how well I could stay in character and I loved this Karkat’s idea so I went with it and I hope we get to continue.

I hope it is okay to post this.  It is more for me than anyone else.  I’m sure I’ll read it later.

Working on my Kankri cosplay, all I need is the make-up now.  Pictures taken by my moirail who changes their name so much that I don’t remember what it is on here.

Please don’t mock my house.

We were playing F-Zero apparently.

The second installment of my Cronkri smut story, the first having been Noise(There is a link to Noise at the end /I hope/).  I hope this one is as well liked as the last one.  Please enjoy while I attempt to start the last part.

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This is a Cronkri fic I’ve been meaning to finish for a while now.  It is short but that is only because it isn’t quite done yet.  There will most likely be additions to it later on.  This is nsfw so be warned.

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Kankri: I l99k ridicul9us.
Cronus: nah, you look fantastic.
Kankri:  D9 pe9ple actually wear these things?

Another doodle from my moirail, samswifi, because I made her want to draw Kankri more apparently.  The picture is on my wall now next to the other one you drew, Kris.

Kankri looks really uncomfortable in a suit it is adorable.  I’m sure Porrim is happy with his change in attire.

Almost everyone on MSPARP rejects me immediately.  I just want to role play as Kankri.  At least say something to explain why you are apparently allergic to his presence before leaving.  

Does this happen to anyone else?

A sorrowful goodbye is exchanged from one distant soul to a companion left in the dark. Memories of the past drown her in the foolish ignorance she lived in as he suffered in silent isolation. Inspired by the song Giant Hands (Dog and Panther)

Basically one of my first homestuck fics.  Enjoy.

egbertjuice:

you get him, kankri

wipwipwipwipwip

I love that other people (who can draw) ship this too

It needs a name though.