Karkat accidently walks in on sloppy troll/human makeouts
Double Bonus because i didnt spend whatever time for the draw to b mostly in the shadows:
It is Real
Look at Kanaya’s face.
GA: Oh No I Forgot There Were Other People In This Room
Let the fanart begin
Some Homestuck Scribbles!
John and Karkat are playing Nintendogs or Nintendo Horse (whatever) and it seems that Karkat has to wash his animal now…get it…with a bucket and so. I think that one might have been funnier in my head…
Rosemary! I messed that up with the colouration but duh.
Rose sometimes thinks of her mum when she and Kanaya are together.
And…cough oh man, I got Gamzee’s face colour all mixed up. Looks a bit weird now, doesn’t it?
And I have to draw Dave more often, defenitely!
All characters from Homestuck (c) Andrew Hussie
Fanart (c) verschwendete-kreativitaet.tumblr.com
here have some rosemary for your shipping needs
Anonymous said: Would you mind maybe doing Rose Lalonde/Kanaya Maryam from Homestuck doing number 10? Thank you and I absolutely love your art!!!
Thank you very much, anon! Hope you like this! c:
Quite A Vacation
going through the rosemary tag like
Trying out some more colouring methods on some sketches I was reasonably pleased with.
(Did I warn you guys about the art dump? Whoops.)
This was supposed to post to here, but Tumblr is being an ass.
I don’t really have any idea what inspired this.
I had a sudden urge to draw Rosemary.
My headcanon Rose has absolutely terrible sleeping habits. Her dreams are more often than not rather lucid nightmares and she rarely sleeps when she actually means to. The bags under her eyes are semi-permanent, and Kanaya matches those with her own from worry.
So because Rose sleeps so rarely and sporadically, Kanaya will do her best not to disturb her when she collapses no matter where she happens to nod off.
It turns out you don’t really sleep that much when you’re dead, anyway.
Rose Lalonde isn’t a pillar of ice. She’s a glacier.
When Rose is upset, you don’t see it. She doesn’t show it to anyone, you see. Anger or mild irritation? Yes, certainly. But sadness? Unhappiness, despair? No, those are hers, sealed beneath a wall of stiff upper lip and practicality. So when cracks appear in the glacier you don’t see them because they don’t happen on the surface first, they begin buried deep within the remnants of a frozen ocean chilled over by logic and an eternity of cocooning herself in a passive-aggressive attitude.
When you finally see the effects of despair or depression on the face of Rose Lalonde you do not see elegant tears, you see the entire wall of ice as it slips into the goddamn ocean and you get frighteningly catastrophic results.