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mspavoices:

My throat is killing me after recording about 50 screeches.

Terezi was Kat (http://zomgenius.tumblr.com)
Karkat and Crabdad were Selig (http://youtube.com/seligsuper)
Art was done by the BRILLIANT Tang (http://miraculoustang.tumblr.com/)

Auditions for John, Rose, Roxy, and Gamzee are still open!

(Reblogged from mspavoices)
yummytomatoes: just wanted to draw some human karkat and terezi  View high resolution

yummytomatoes:

just wanted to draw some human karkat and terezi 

(Reblogged from yummytomatoes)

blackoutballad:

Terezi Pyrope and Karkat Vantas

Weapon(s) of choice:
- Cane/Sword
- Dual sickles

Method: “Lex talionis” - a mix of stealth and intimidation killing; Terezi enjoys showmanship and will produce an overwhelming sense of fear amonge others by hiding the body [made a bloody mess via Karkat] then displaying careful clues that lead up to its location; tend to only take accept contracts that involve the most heinous of criminals; dead targets tend to be decorated by reminders of wrongs they have done

  • Hailing from the same gang as Vriska, Terezi entered the hitman scene to seek a darker kind of justice.  She believes current law enforcement in the city is horribly incompetent and uses her extensive knowledge of the law to navigate herself around the trickier parts of contracted killing. Terezi is a natural at negotiation and manipulation.  Bordering on sociopathic, her view of ‘blind justice’ is that achieving it knows no boundaries, but she will only carry out hits that are extremely heinous in her view.  
  • The adopted son of a murdered priest, Karkat tries to cover up his altruistic tendencies with a harsh and abrasive front, but he uses a good share of his earnings to aid those in need.  Unlike most of the Gold Fortune hitmen, he prefers practicality and is quick to become frustrated with other, more flamboyant types of methodologies.  Although he is younger, Karkat doubles as the protective custodian of Gamzee, whose crime lord father was known to be absent for long periods of time.  
(Reblogged from blackoutballad)
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(Reblogged from kanayasbeautysalon)

superlong homestuck art post go

so i drew a lot on my vacation

this is the only thing i tried to color and it is absolute shit so pay no attention to that

HUMANSTUCK! I actually started this before really getting into twinsollux by freedomconvicted but I still really like sollux’s clothes so yeah

sol - 5’11”

eridan - 5’10”

sassy sollux

i never did do that sassy gay sollux drawing gdi

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jin-nyeh: I’m not motivated to draw and colour anything properly right now. Also, adult Terezi and Nepeta designs just because. View high resolution

jin-nyeh:

I’m not motivated to draw and colour anything properly right now. Also, adult Terezi and Nepeta designs just because.

(Reblogged from badass-equalist)
spritemix-a-lot: This was a fun request, not gonna lie. Have some Scourge Bruthas. /o/ View high resolution

spritemix-a-lot:

This was a fun request, not gonna lie.

Have some Scourge Bruthas. /o/

(Reblogged from spritemix-a-lot)
cybernetictoothedwhale: She breathed deeply. The world around her shifted through unctuous waves as the sweet-chili orb burned its way lower and lower into a teal embrace. It was her favourite time of day, a glorious spread of scents enveloping her, a much better fare than any breakfast. Sweet fruity undertones crept into the sun’s spice, dampening its harsh flavour into something softer. Against the berry juice of the sky, sprays of sugarsilk pitted their lucidity as they folded slowly into the richest of vanilla buttercream; a billowing froth of folded peaks. The sun left a final bite on the horizon before surrendering into a slow explosion of orange zest and crushed raspberry. Shadows danced gleefully in the sharp edge of blackcurrant shot with plumes of cherry and silk. A fine shroud of honey settled low, swirling the candied tufts of the sky into effervescent saffron crystals edged in a smart lace of cranberry. The forest below was awash with the tang of mango. Everything seemed suspended in syrup; a glowing maple entombment that passed by on a solemn blackberry pall. There was a lingering aftertaste of cloves and paprika before finally, finally – velvety liquorice closed its sweeping curtain. A curl of mint ended the cascade with a simple sweetness. Her glasses flicked idly between limp fingers. This was her ritual, her waking escape from lemon-lime dreams and chalk dust. The scales she collected were an attempt to rival this fleeting banquet of scents but they never seemed to rival its sheer olfactory power, its balance of soft and sharp. But they sated her appetite until the next evening. Wordlessly she slid from her perch. The familiar peal from her husktop beckoned. She ran her tongue over teeth bared in a grin as her red shades settled back into their customary place on the bridge of her nose. Whoever was pestering her had the evasive scent of something spidery. Maybe Vriska wanted to tell her about the sunset, to rub her nose in her loss of vision. Well, she had just done that, herself. And it was D3L1C1OUS. Oh look I accidentally writing But yep. Happy birthday milkshake. Sometimes you just gotta sit back and watch the sunset~ c: View high resolution

cybernetictoothedwhale:

She breathed deeply.
The world around her shifted through unctuous waves as the sweet-chili orb burned its way lower and lower into a teal embrace. It was her favourite time of day, a glorious spread of scents enveloping her, a much better fare than any breakfast.
Sweet fruity undertones crept into the sun’s spice, dampening its harsh flavour into something softer. Against the berry juice of the sky, sprays of sugarsilk pitted their lucidity as they folded slowly into the richest of vanilla buttercream; a billowing froth of folded peaks.
The sun left a final bite on the horizon before surrendering into a slow explosion of orange zest and crushed raspberry. Shadows danced gleefully in the sharp edge of blackcurrant shot with plumes of cherry and silk.
A fine shroud of honey settled low, swirling the candied tufts of the sky into effervescent saffron crystals edged in a smart lace of cranberry. The forest below was awash with the tang of mango.
Everything seemed suspended in syrup; a glowing maple entombment that passed by on a solemn blackberry pall.
There was a lingering aftertaste of cloves and paprika before finally, finally – velvety liquorice closed its sweeping curtain. A curl of mint ended the cascade with a simple sweetness.

Her glasses flicked idly between limp fingers. This was her ritual, her waking escape from lemon-lime dreams and chalk dust. The scales she collected were an attempt to rival this fleeting banquet of scents but they never seemed to rival its sheer olfactory power, its balance of soft and sharp. But they sated her appetite until the next evening.
Wordlessly she slid from her perch. The familiar peal from her husktop beckoned. She ran her tongue over teeth bared in a grin as her red shades settled back into their customary place on the bridge of her nose. Whoever was pestering her had the evasive scent of something spidery. Maybe Vriska wanted to tell her about the sunset, to rub her nose in her loss of vision.
Well, she had just done that, herself.
And it was D3L1C1OUS.

Oh look I accidentally writing
But yep. Happy birthday milkshake.
Sometimes you just gotta sit back and watch the sunset~ c:

(Source: papercutgalaxy)

(Reblogged from zachariey)