With Ghosts Who Wait
Sollux Captor, eight sweeps old and extravagantly quadranted, attends a party, observes a shocking breach of etiquette, and retires to indulge in activities of a personal nature with his concupiscent partners. Contains three fantrolls, one ashen clusterfuck, and an unquantifiable degree of sloppy makeouts.
So here is the deal, guys: I have been keeping very, very, quiet about this fic, because I initially dashed the main body of it off some time last year on a filthy-minded lark, and we weren’t ever particularly sure what to do with it. But I poked Taz and suggested that with a bit of polishing it could serve nicely as a final capstone to the Hemostuck series—or, at least, the part of it concerning the romantic disaster that Eridan, Karkat, and Sollux mutually comprise. So I spent the last few days updating the thing and doing some pictures and here we are: the end. For now.
(they touch butts)
This drawing was very much inspired by Roach’s story.
For Yummy, who has been having a rough time lately! Her happy Daves always make me happy..
third commission for clockworkdandy. love u bb
and it also means another smut haha!
Oof, that pose is fantastic! This is awesome.
Also, clockworkdandy, thank you for commissioning this~
maplecoveredpancakes said: Just wanted to let you know that I love everything about your art. You are absolutely brilliant. c:
Ooh wow, thank you so much for the kind words!
dirk got caught tryina mack on babby dave whoops
Hoska, this is so gorgeous!