A Homestuck Fanfiction, Launching April 13, 2023. Written by myself and @arealpeople , who also created the artwork above.

Summary:

3yrs ago, tragedy befell Earth. An onslaught of meteors struck, battering the lands and melting the ice caps. Sea levels rose, and the atmosphere became dark and grey. The coastlines were annihilated, underwater labyrinthian graves of sunken cities. Humanity huddled under defense systems, government shelters of inland urban centers, feared for those in suburbs, rural communities.

When it was over, we crawled from our holes to examine the damage of the “Suburb Catastrophe”- and found magically unscathed beings rendering aid to our fellow man, combing through the suburban rubble to, sometimes literally, sniff out survivors. A small subculture of Humans, self-styled Hunters, shuddered in horror at the “Alternatives”, the supernatural beings, interacting with Humans. But others were just happy to know we were not alone. Recovery would take time.

The internet collapsed, taking a forum for young “Alternatives” down, 10 Alternatives,1 in-the-know Human friend slowly reconnecting. 3 Human chums found themselves cut off from a 4th, a girl who was notoriously cagey. All they knew about “Jade” was that she lived on an island, and they feared she was among the dead. Its 2012, the new normal has arisen. What now?

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I've been posting about this for the past few days on twitter but I figured I should post some of the pics here!

I dressed up as caliborn! I was the only one actually until RIGHT at the end when I was leaving on day 2 when I saw one walking in.

@madam-melon-meow

"Hang on, Momo!" John shouted, snapping his glider open with a practiced flick of his wrist. Karkat looked on with only a little bit of jealousy, and a whole lot of longing, as the younger boy showed off both his bending skills and his physical prowess, leaping into the air and zooming towards the cage that held not just their flying lemur companion, but also a trio of rather plump hog monkeys. Karkat's stomach grumbled in protest as he watched his crush, the bridge between his world and the spirit world, free several game animals without a second thought. He reached for his water pouch on his left hip, feeling the way the water sloshed eagerly within the leather. It called to him, not as strong as the ocean back home, but still enough to make him smile as he took a sip. "We could have used those," Rose complained, his nonbender sister cocking her arm, boomerang raised as she watched the hog monkeys scamper away. "I understand John's dietary restrictions, but would we not have an easier time preparing his portion of the meal if we were able to forgo consuming some of his rather small nut pickings?"

Chapters: 6/6

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage Sex

Category:  M/M

Fandom: Homestuck

Relationships: Eridan Ampora/Karkat Vantas

Characters: Karkat Vantas, Rose Lalonde, John Egbert, Eridan Ampora, Terezi Pyrope, Sollux Captor, Freedom Fighters (Avatar)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Avatar (TV) Fusion, John Egbert is Aang, Karkat Vantas is Katara, Rose Lalonde is Sokka, Eridan Ampora is Jet, Terezi Pyrope is Smellerbee, Sollux Captor is Longshot, Rose Lalonde and Karkat Vantas are siblings, POV Karkat Vantas, Trans Karkat Vantas, Internalized Transphobia, Dubious Consent, Songfic, Dom/sub Undertones, the freedom fighters are war babies, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Minor John Egbert/Karkat Vantas, karkat is pining, Hate Sex, Kinda, Choking, First Time, Bringing childrensbookstuck energy to the songfic function, Vaginal Fingering, Not that Karkat wants to call it that, Vaginal Sex, Trans Male Character, Air Nomad Genocide (Avatar), Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Drowning, sorry the sex tags and the plot tags are kinda shuffled together, attempted handjob, Virgin Karkat Vantas, Stealth Karkat Vantas, Blood and Violence, War, Misgendering

An entrant in the Homestuck Fan Author Coalition's January 2025 Competition: Bard. 

Awards:

@arealpeople

Dave locked the door to the lounge with a click. "Now, now. Whatever would you need to do that for?" His mark purred from behind him. "I hope you don't have anything untoward in mind, bringing me upstairs all alone, Mr. Davids." He turned around with a smirk, letting his eyes trail across her form, which was perched coyly on the scrolled arm of the divan. The late evening sun cast a honey glow around her through the massive window on the west wall. She was a beautiful woman, no doubt about that. Her blood red lipstick shone like a beacon against her midnight black skin, which was broken here and there by small plates of even blacker chitin, and her skin-tight dress left very little to the imagination, even less so as she crossed her legs, allowing the slit of the dress to part enticingly. Chitin plates ran up her shins and calves, giving the impression of tall black boots— her stockings must have been custom made to fit around them— and above those... Garter belts. Lord have mercy. It was almost enough to make a man give up on his mission.

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: F/M, Other

Fandom: Homestuck

Relationships: Calliope/Dave Strider, Black Queen/Dave Strider, Dave Strider & Dirk Strider, Caliborn & Calliope (Homestuck)

Characters: Dave Strider, Black Queen (Homestuck), Dirk Strider, Calliope (Homestuck), Caliborn (Homestuck)

Additional Tags: Mutant Powers, Assassination Attempt(s), Time Loop, Seduction, Gang Violence, Gun Violence, Knifeplay (Literally), Aged-Up Character(s), Temporary Character Death, Background Possession, Aged-Down Character(s), Tail Bondage, Alternate Universe - Assassins & Hitmen, Blood and Gore, Fighting Kink, Head Injury, Gunshot Wounds, Cutting (Tagging for Imagery), Broken Bones, Suicide, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Meet-Cute, Vaginal Fingering, Dry Humping, Alternate Universe - Mutants, Enemies to Lovers, Awkward Boners, Inspired by Music

An entrant in the Homestuck Fan Author Coalition's January 2025 Competition: Bard. 

Awards:

Statistics

New Members: 54

Total Members: 76

Total Events: 7

Total Event Fics: 50

Total Word Count: 187,214

Total Kidos: 841

Total Comments: 345

Writing Events

February

Competition: Valentine's Exchange

June

Exquisite Corpse: Special Stardust

Competition: Beachstuck

August

Competition: Monsterstuck

September

Exquisite Corpse: Teen Con-Air

November

Split Competition Side A: Eridan Bus Driver

@arealpeople

Horse! Power! Horse! Power! Horse! Power! The crowd's cheers swell with ecstasy. The arena lights blind you, and Equius's fingers dig into your sides as you're paraded around the ring, held over his head like a sack of flour. You do your best to keep your body stiff for his sake, but it's not like he needs it. You find yourself grateful for his ludicrous strength every time you're in the ring with him. You'd much rather be up here, than down on the mat with Nepeta. That girl just moves too fast to keep up with, and you don't trust your shoulder flexibility to sell any of her ridiculous signature holds without actually dislocating. Equius gives you a prompting jostle, letting you know he's about to start the finisher.

Chapters: 3/?

Rating: Mature

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:  F/M, Gen

Fandom: Homestuck, Professional Wrestling

Relationships: John Egbert/Vriska Serket, John Egbert & Tavros Nitram, John Egbert & Rose Lalonde, Calliope/Roxy Lalonde

Characters: John Egbert, Rose Lalonde, Jade Harley, Dave Strider, Karkat Vantas, Aradia Megido, Tavros Nitram, Sollux Captor, Nepeta Leijon, Kanaya Maryam, Vriska Serket, Equius Zahhak, Eridan Ampora, Calliope (Homestuck), Jake English, Dirk Strider, Roxy Lalonde, Jane Crocker

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Wrestling, Trans Male Roxy Lalonde, eridan cameo, POV John Egbert, Humanstuck

An entrant in the Homestuck Fan Author Coalition's November 2024 Competition Side A: Bus Driver Eridan.

Awards:

The Homestuck Fan Author Coalition's November 2024 Competition was a split competition with the prompts "Bus Driver Eridan" and "Rarepair." For Side A (Bus Driver Eridan), the prompt was to write a fic in which Eridan at some point appears as a member of the working class. Participants had one month to write any fic they liked based on this prompt, and votes were done to determine the awards.

All Fic Submissions and Awards:

The prompt for the Homestuck Fan Author Coalition's February 2024 Competition was "Valentine's Day Exchange." Participants wrote a list of prompts and were given prompts from another participant at random that they would need to fulfill.

All Fic Submissions and Awards:

@arealpeople

"What the fuck are we doing here?" you ask. You sit in a restaurant in the Human Kingdom, it is one of the, like, three times you've left the meteor recently. Your sniff tube is picking up troll cuisine, however, so it must be some kind of place that serves fusion. The atmosphere is pretty nice. It is a beautiful early spring day on Earth C, and you're sitting out on the veranda, feeling the cool breeze as it blows through the open windows. The cushioned wicker chairs are comfortable, and the table is neatly set. Those are the least important parts of the whole place though. What you are currently preoccupied with is the decor... Hearts.

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category:  F/F, Multi, M/M, F/M

Fandom: Homestuck

Relationships: Sollux Captor & Karkat Vantas, Sollux Captor/Karkat Vantas

Characters: Karkat Vantas, Sollux Captor

Additional Tags: Misunderstandings, Ambiguous Relationships, Canon Compliant, Valentine's Day Fic Exchange, Valentine's Day, Lunch, Awkward Dates, Affectionate Insults, graphic and sexually charged insults, Best Friends, Insults

An entrant in the Homestuck Fan Author Coalition's February 2024 Competition: Valentine's Day Exchange.

Awards:

Basically, it is a non-Sburb AU inspired by Romeo and Juliet, that takes place between the decades of the 1990's and 2000's. I began writing it when I found out what the word "star-crossed" truly meant, which is to be ill-fated or "crossed by the stars". I wanted to write a story that used our romanticism of the word against the audience.

The rough idea behind the story is that there are two families, like the play. The Englishes and the Lalondes. They are major political powers on the west coast of this frictionalized United States, and are fighting for the Governor position of Washington State. The candidates are Jacob (Jake) English and Roxanne (Roxy) Lalonde. They have had quite a lot of bad blood in the past, and this year it is no different.

Rose Lalonde is our protagonist, and on her and her twin brother's 20th birthday, she meets someone while out with her brother. His name is John, and they hit it off very well and trade their phone numbers, hoping to talk to one another sometime again.

It eventually turns out that this friendship of theirs ends up being a lot more than any of them, especially her, bargained for. As John has some secrets, secrets he would rather take to his grave in all honesty.

As Terezi walked, she tried not to sniff too closely, aware that the heightening emotions in the thickening crowd might begin to overwhelm her. Lots of buttery fear, bitter orange revulsion, grape fury, and even salty excitement. The sheer volume of people was reason enough for her to avoid something as stimulating as a protest, at least, it should have been. But if she was going to help Karkat, she needed to get used to crowds like this. So though she tried not to sniff too closely, she still sniffed, refusing to take the easy way out and simply put away her aura sense.

"You! Did not! Protect us!" A bullhorn could be heard, the woman holding it leading a chant.

“ You did not protect us!” The crowd repeated her words, and Terezi waited for it to sound once more.

"You! Did not! Protect us!" It came again, this time punctuated by a squeal as something backfired, and Terezi angled her feet towards the origin point.

“You did not protect us!” The crowd surged, thrumming with energy, their auras drowning in their heightening emotions, unified with a common purpose.

"You! Did not! Protect us!" came a third time, and she closed in on the speaker.

“ You did not protect us!” Somewhere, the response was punctuated with shattering glass. Behind her, a new wave of heat rolled through the crowd, and when she turned to look, the smoke from the pyre had darkened, the flames leaping higher. The crowd cheered.

As Terezi finally caught a glimpse of the bright red bullhorn, the woman wielding it passed it off to a taller figure standing beside her.

As the wordless screaming of the crowd began to die, Terezi heard a new voice, more masculine and bassy. “Repeat after me yall, I’ve got a ditty that’ll make Dean Jacobs wanna listen.” He cleared his throat, then began chanting with a rather army-like cadence. “I don’ know what you been told!”

“ I don’t know what you’ve been told!” The crowd screamed back.

“But student bodies won’t be sold” the man sang, voice full of passion.

“ Student bodies won’t be sold!” The crowd roared.

“Yeah I don’ know what’s in your head,” he continued.

“I don’t know what’s in your head,” the crowd repeated.

“But predators in school has got to end,” he belted out.

“ Predators in school has got to end! ” This time, when the crowd responded, Terezi hesitantly joined in. She couldn’t risk being noticed, singled out for her silence.