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Fun little doodles I did on my phone
insert caption here, i dunno vwhat to say . it’s terezi?? fuck yeah
RAWrrr
Get me fuckedup
Omg
Yea i wish i was ur
Boyfriend
Ur such a dam slut
Yea i wish i was important
I forgot to post yesterday so here's day 5&6
terezi as quote from my friend abby
hey guys um uhh hands u my first ever sprite edit
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Can I ask for Terezi?
headcanon that she has the custom jacket of all time
plus the sketch i quite liked
Dragon Grinding
((A longer fic staring everyone’s favorite teal dragon monster babe, inspired by these great drawings done by the incredible twisted-art-wounders))
((full story under cut!))
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Goddess Terezi’s Avatar Day
(Commission for @alt-hammer of an AU where Terezi is a dragon goddess in a fantasy-themed setting and Karkat is her destined lover, perpetually reincarnating to be by her side; on a special day, she takes on a form able to be in the mortal world and goes on to live with him, as a 8ft tall hyper curvy MILF of a dragon-troll lady!)
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The old temple took up a good portion of the mountainside, but it did not look like a built thing, but a grown thing; stone polished and plated with a process to create something like luminous gemstones made the elegant curves dominating its design mirror the teal forest growing right around it, all the way around the fertile lower slopes of the mountain down to the ground below, over the ancient pathways and roads that now led to ruins and strongholds.
It was old. The towns and villages, in a patchwork of alliances that were slowly building into a true nation, lay in the shadow of giants and echoes of power. The means to construct something like that had been long forgotten; the towering walls were hundreds of feet high, supporting spires that rose higher than that, and the means to create such wonders were long forgotten.
The temple glistened and shone, and it was easy to see it even through the trees. And through the forests, along the old road that was still visible beneath the undergrowth and tangling tree roots that made up so much of the forest floor, a stout troll walked.
His name was Karkat Vantas; today, in deference to the warm weather, he wore a thin cloak trimmed in fur from beasts he had likely taken down himself. His walk was awkward, staggering upwards, like a crab forcing itself to walk forwards.
The cloak was gray, but the trim was a bright red. The same red as his unique mutant blood, with nary a hint of the lime-green shades the rest of his family shared. And that color was significant.
(There was a tradition, among the people who lived in the shadow of the temple and remembered who it honored, and who worshipped the teal dragon goddess.
Rarely was a child born with blood as red as a human or the clattering, playing-piece people of ivory and jet. And such children, individually only arising a few hundred years or so, were bound to this task.
Upon reaching age, they were to travel to the temple alone, and commune with the goddess. From the moment they were born, the oracles spoke and the scriptures read, they belonged to the goddess. Blood, soul and heart.
And they came back, changed, and claimed.
Karkat had been no different.)
If someone watching him had been a flying creature, able to watch him through the trees, they might have seen him walk through the forest with confidence, to the stairway leading to the temple and where the forest shied away, as if in respect to the goddess it represented.
And then, to watch him walk up those steps as though he had every right to it. He walked with the assurance and automatic knowledge of someone who had lived there for years, though his visits had been infrequent.
(Karkat Vantas had dreams.
(In some, Karkat was a woman; other times, subscribed to no binary gender identity. In some, he was a priest to the dragon goddess, or a tinkerer, or an alchemist, or every job known to trollkind. There were lifetimes beyond measure, as many as there were stars in the sky. And in the dreams, a great ocean of memory rolled onwards, gently flowing into him.
(And so intimately familiar. As though he was not learning, but remembering something he had forgotten.
Something from a lifetime ago.
And the shape of something might change, over the ages, and remain what it was; a ship could have all its parts replaced but remain the same ship. And so it was with him. He had been there, in some way, for a long, long time, across so many lifetimes.
He would keep coming back, as many times as needed, to stay with her.
His goddess.)
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Ascension of Terezi
‘The rule of Empress Pyrope’, Karkat began to type on a magnificently squishy typewriter made in the technological aesthetics of Alternia but with a human design – in the synthesis so typical of the combined Alternian-Earth society and all the things flowing together into unexpected results – and he stopped there, dumbfounded. How did, he wondered, you even begin to explain everything about her rule, in all its startling magnificence?
He had been pondered that question for quite a while, honestly. He’d been thinking about it in the beginning stages of her rule on Alternia, when she had destroyed the last remnants of the Heiress before Feferi and had assumed her role in all but name. Those too keen on abusing lowbloods were ferociously knocked down, for even then – before Terezi had grown into her true size and power – she had been big and strong beyond normal trolls. Her elastic jaws, powerful throat and fierce belly had seen their end, and she incorporated their strength to grow even bigger, added their physical strength to her own. With her appetite, and extremely narrow window for opposition that would turn her from regarding someone as a foe to a meal, this meant a lot of trolls wound up going down her belly even when she was little more than a wriggler.
Even then; that was often to protect Karkat from people who might hurt him or expose him as a mutant. Or those that she thought would expose him as a mutant. He went through a lot of neighbors extremely quickly in his youth. His initial protests wore away quickly in the face of her unyielding sternness – and in retrospect, he could actually argue with her; while she always got him to concede, he was the only one that she would tolerate backtalk from – and he eventually ended up living with her, completely under her thumb and every factor in his life in her strict control. It was a cushy life and even a romantic one, and perhaps a hint of things to come. Not just for him, but for trolls.
Even then she was big, like her dragon lusus (hatched long before it had chosen Terezi, in this particular timeline), towering over any lowblood and most midbloods. As she got older, she got even bigger, towering over most highbloods. And once appetite grew in, and her desire to bring down the wicked and fill her belly was satisfied at the same time, she kept growing bigger… and bigger…
Perhaps the addition of other bloodlines to her genetic stew, with all their potential mutations and latent powers, was why she developed psychic powers of her own. A pirate even more fearsome than Vriska with nastier abilities… a yellowblood who had been about to sell Sollux out to the helmsmen hunters… rustbloods prepared to sell out a neighbor for the slightest chance of personal success… indigos and ceruleans of many shades, violets that killed for fun, purples that persecuted anyone of warm blood, and even a fuchsia competing against Feferi… they all marched down her throat. Sometimes after a single stroke with a sword, sometimes her hunger just bled into her fury and the last thing they saw were her lips, and then her blue-green throat. And with this ravenous appetite came all their powers, all their strengths, multiplied and amplifying her own. Chucklevoodoos, beast communion and mind control fused into an awareness of everyone around her, allowing her to rearrange their minds to her desire or to simply order them to do as she willed. psionic energy swelled into terrifyingly potent telekinesis eclipsing even Aradia’s powers, or eye blasts similar to a dragon’s glaresplosion.
Animals lined up for the slaughter, lusii were well-behaved, and any troll that did wicked things or even thought hemophobic things about neighbors of lower blood… she knew it instantly, and she took satisfaction in making them march to her and their doom. Alternia became a more peaceful and orderly place, if at a significantly lower population; so many people were cruel, vicious or thoughtlessly mean and Terezi’s patience for it rapidly drained away in proportion to her rising power.
And as she got older, her figure got larger as well, her pride in herself swelling up nearly as much as her ever-increasing stature. When she couldn’t fit through doors at all, she was already coming to redefine what the wrigglers on Alternia thought was beautiful. Perhaps that was why she diverted so much of the body mass she gained into her hips, her bust, her thighs, and not just her muscles; a hint of vanity at how she was practically revered.
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First commission for @themegamaryam featuing @thetiniestcancer
Here’s the 2nd-place winning suggestion of the August Patreon Poll: "A sequel to the old volleyball pic with Aradia, Terezi, and Vriska. They’ve all grown a lot since then and all have very thick hourglass figures. Aradia is slightly more bottom heavy while Vriska is a bit bustier. Terezis figure is balanced.“
So u know how u say random things in ur friend group chat
Basically it was funny enough to make me want to make it about homestuck characters
[Gamzee was too lost in the ocean to see the texts]
BTW im still at act5 so this's only of what i know about them (yes im slow don't judge me😔)
Terezi Pyrope from Homestuck?
Terezi Pyrope from Homestuck is beetlegender, demiaroace, robocatgender, and an age regressor!
They prefer the pronouns they/it/thon/mur!
Thon has autism, ADD, and SPD!