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can we appreciate for a minute the way karkat talks with eridan

i mean come on

LOOK AT THIS

HE USES SUCH LAID BACK BACK LANGUAGE

IT IS RIDICULOUS

   WHY DO NO ROLEPLAYERS EVER DO THIS  

I AM SO DONE

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"You're living with..." You arch an eyebrow at her. You're not so much as concerned with the company she was keeping (oh, no, that was an entirely different story that hours could be spent elaborating in full detail) but as to why she had moved in the first place. She almost made it sound like she'd been evicted, but you could be wrong. Why did it seem so off-place for you to just be happy with the assumption that she chose to move in with other people? It could be something so simple, like a better way to help with rent.

"You like cooking, then? Or just something to do?" You ask casually as you mull over your other question. When it gets right down to it, you can be an impatient little shit, but you're perfectly capable of waiting. "I've never really bothered with expertise culinary shit," you admit, "but sure, if you're capable of making stuff, that sounds exciting enough on its own." You half-way shrug. You have bothered with culinary shit, it's just that you're fucking clueless and don't want a repeat of last time's inferno of failure, your mind grumbles at you. Unlike 80% of the time, though, you're not talking in weird metaphors. When you say inferno of failure, you mean literal flames licking at the kitchen you had used. It was a little more than alarming for you, especially because this hadn't been an issue until you started living by yourself.

Ever since then, though, you just...didn't cook.

“You wanted to surprise me because you’re a space witch,” you repeat, albeit twisting her words a little to your favour. You continue to make a rather pronounced motion of raising your hand to your temple. “Yes, actually, it is important. At least this way the mirror isn’t going to double over giggling its pelucid entity into the next dimension. It doesn’t usually have anything intelligible to say either, rather, it doesn’t come close aside from its mimicking of my own words. And, thanks to the mirror,” you say, placing a hand on the reflection behind you, “I don’t have the creeping urge to completely tear out my auricular tendrils to desecrate any such poltergeist beings residing within the otherwise entirely inanimate object.”

You pause, allowing yourself a brief moment to contemplate the actual coherency in what you just said. Deciding against the importance of this line of thought, you quickly move on.

“It makes for pretty shitty company, though,” you add with a sigh. With that, you slide your hand off of the mirror. “So, Harley, since you’ve clearly been up to things so much more productive than I have. I should ask how you’ve been.”

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Just a reminder that Karkat is cute when he uses emoticons.

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"You wanted to surprise me because you're a space witch," you repeat, albeit twisting her words a little to your favour. You continue to make a rather pronounced motion of raising your hand to your temple. "Yes, actually, it is important. At least this way the mirror isn't going to double over giggling its pelucid entity into the next dimension. It doesn't usually have anything intelligible to say either, rather, it doesn't come close aside from its mimicking of my own words. And, thanks to the mirror," you say, placing a hand on the reflection behind you, "I don't have the creeping urge to completely tear out my auricular tendrils to desecrate any such poltergeist beings residing within the otherwise entirely inanimate object."

You pause, allowing yourself a brief moment to contemplate the actual coherency in what you just said. Deciding against the importance of this line of thought, you quickly move on.

"It makes for pretty shitty company, though," you add with a sigh. With that, you slide your hand off of the mirror. "So, Harley, since you've clearly been up to things so much more productive than I have. I should ask how you've been."

“And as such, it is my duty to inform you tha-“

You narrow your eyes. Was that…laughter? You turn from the mirror and glance at the television that you were viewing movies on just a moment before, just to make sure it hadn’t begun playing again. The black, reflective screen gives you your answer.

Then where? It had been a muffled snort, like…

Before you can continue searching for the source, you look up to see a Jade Harley currently preoccupied with trying not to choke on her own laughter.

“Fuck, Harley, since when was being allowed to stagger into places without warning a thing with you?”

Fucking space tiers with their fucking space powers, your mind grumbles, but you don’t say anything.

Instead you shake your head, stepping towards the girl with hand clenching her mouth. “I should throw you out of here,” you tell her, frowning. “What are you laughing about, anyway? Couldn’t you see I was in the middle of something important?”

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"And as such, it is my duty to inform you tha-"

You narrow your eyes. Was that...laughter? You turn from the mirror and glance at the television that you were viewing movies on just a moment before, just to make sure it hadn't begun playing again. The black, reflective screen gives you your answer.

Then where? It had been a muffled snort, like...

Before you can continue searching for the source, you look up to see a Jade Harley currently preoccupied with trying not to choke on her own laughter.

"Fuck, Harley, since when was being allowed to stagger into places without warning a thing with you?"

Fucking space tiers with their fucking space powers, your mind grumbles, but you don't say anything.

Instead you shake your head, stepping towards the girl with hand clenching her mouth. "I should throw you out of here," you tell her, frowning. "What are you laughing about, anyway? Couldn't you see I was in the middle of something important?"

There comes a time in every troll’s life when they realise that quietly observing romcom actors such as Troll Paul Giamatti and Troll Virginia Madsen’s chemistry on screen or trying to understand how human media of the romance genre is so impossibly repetitive and anti-climatic isn’t the most productive way to be spending their time.

All right, so maybe not every troll’s lives. Maybe just a few of them.

Or maybe, it’s only when your name is Karkat Vantas that you begin to question your personal interests. You’re not sure yourself what the initial appeal to spending your leisure time in this fashion was, but you’ve certainly never forced yourself to need to find any amount of good reasoning to continue doing so.

That was never your only interest, though. It’s not like you wanted to be a movie critic or anything even like that. At first, you wanted to be a threshecutioner. Now you’re slowly falling back on the idea of wanting to lead something… as horribly as it had turned out the last time you lead anyone.

The next time you try, however, you will be prepared. You will have practised. You will know exactly what you are talking about this time and god damn it nothing will go wrong. Or, so you keep telling yourself.

The mirror doesn’t seem to agree, though. 

It’s mocking you, you’re sure of it. The straggly black locks of hair only partially covered dark eyes thickly glazed with self-contempt; accented with the dark lines underneath that had formed there over the far too frequent occurrence of neglecting your need to fully recuperate each night.

For now, however, you must put aside all urges to satirise this imbecilic dolt and enlighten him on your mad leadership skills, yo.

You are about to, of course, practice these mad skills while speaking to the mirror as your audience. Just like what they do in the movies. You know, they stand there, making a triumphant speech…and then they become successful and usually put a dramatic spin to it at the very end. Ever since you heard about the human concept of ‘democracy’, you have to admit you’ve had a guilty interest in it since. The greatest part, of course, is that anyone may run to be leader (you recall John calling it head of state or something like that, but that sounds much less great). 

That is, as long as they have a speech. You clear your throat, striking a position in the full-length mirror propped up against one of your movie shelves.

“HELLO, INHABITANTS OF THIS CONSTITUENCY. THIS IS YOUR INEVITABLE FUTURE LEADER SPEAKING. YOUR LUMINARY TO YOUR SAD LIVES, YOUR GOVERNING EMINENCE.

AS YOUR LEADER I WILL STRIVE TO GUIDE YOUR INSOLENT ATTRIBUTES INTO SOMETHING THAT CAN ACTUALLY BE CONSIDERED HALF-WAY DECENT BY THE REST OF SOCIETY; TO ACTUATE YOUR THOUGHTS TOWARDS CONDEMNING THE INCLINATION YOU ALL SEEM TO HAVE HARD-WIRED THROUGH YOUR SKULLS TO MAINTAIN AN ADEQUATELY VACUOUS MIND. I HOPE THAT, BY ACCOMPLISHING THIS, YOU’LL ACTUALLY BE ABLE TO LEAD, OH I DON’T KNOW, LIVES THAT ARE ACTUALLY WORTH LIVING BECAUSE WE NOW HAVE AT LEAST HALF-WAY DECENT PEOPLE AS WELL AS PEOPLE WHO MIGHT ACTUALLY HAVE THE SENTIENCE TO COMPREHEND THIS.

I INTEND TO…”

You ramble on in this fashion. You certainly have a lot to work on here. You should also work on not leaving doors open for anyone to walk in on you. What if they stole your ideas? 

In the back of your mind, you smirk. Well, you still have charisma. 

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Oh, fucking shit. 

Your breath catches in your throat, your 'speech' shot down by your pneumatic organ's failure to continue supplying air to your words.

"Well, isn't it nice of you to drop by," you say flatly, shaking your head ever so slightly. "Not even a hello before you jump to the criticism, either," you manage to add, recovering from the initial shock as fast as possible. Smug bastard, coming out of nowhere like that. How did he even manage to get here? 

You glance back at the mirror, eyeing your alternate's reflection. "Can't gauge reactions, my fucking ass," you grumble to yourself, although he does have a point. You rub your cheek in exasperation. Great. Some 'charismatic leader' you are.

"Do you have any significant business wandering in here?" You ask, pivoting to view him properly. You're not sure why you didn't just stick to looking in the reflection. Besides, it's not like there's much of a difference. For all you care, he could've walked out of the mirror and folded some blanket or whatever that was around his neck. The two of looked identical in feature either way, the alternate only being what couldn't be any more than a half-sweep older.

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There comes a time in every troll’s life when they realise that quietly observing romcom actors such as Troll Paul Giamatti and Troll Virginia Madsen’s chemistry on screen or trying to understand how human media of the romance genre is so impossibly repetitive and anti-climatic isn’t the most productive way to be spending their time.

All right, so maybe not every troll’s lives. Maybe just a few of them.

Or maybe, it’s only when your name is Karkat Vantas that you begin to question your personal interests. You’re not sure yourself what the initial appeal to spending your leisure time in this fashion was, but you’ve certainly never forced yourself to need to find any amount of good reasoning to continue doing so.

That was never your only interest, though. It’s not like you wanted to be a movie critic or anything even like that. At first, you wanted to be a threshecutioner. Now you’re slowly falling back on the idea of wanting to lead something… as horribly as it had turned out the last time you lead anyone.

The next time you try, however, you will be prepared. You will have practised. You will know exactly what you are talking about this time and god damn it nothing will go wrong. Or, so you keep telling yourself.

The mirror doesn’t seem to agree, though. 

It’s mocking you, you’re sure of it. The straggly black locks of hair only partially covered dark eyes thickly glazed with self-contempt; accented with the dark lines underneath that had formed there over the far too frequent occurrence of neglecting your need to fully recuperate each night.

For now, however, you must put aside all urges to satirise this imbecilic dolt and enlighten him on your mad leadership skills, yo.

You are about to, of course, practice these mad skills while speaking to the mirror as your audience. Just like what they do in the movies. You know, they stand there, making a triumphant speech…and then they become successful and usually put a dramatic spin to it at the very end. Ever since you heard about the human concept of ‘democracy’, you have to admit you’ve had a guilty interest in it since. The greatest part, of course, is that anyone may run to be leader (you recall John calling it head of state or something like that, but that sounds much less great). 

That is, as long as they have a speech. You clear your throat, striking a position in the full-length mirror propped up against one of your movie shelves.

“HELLO, INHABITANTS OF THIS CONSTITUENCY. THIS IS YOUR INEVITABLE FUTURE LEADER SPEAKING. YOUR LUMINARY TO YOUR SAD LIVES, YOUR GOVERNING EMINENCE.

AS YOUR LEADER I WILL STRIVE TO GUIDE YOUR INSOLENT ATTRIBUTES INTO SOMETHING THAT CAN ACTUALLY BE CONSIDERED HALF-WAY DECENT BY THE REST OF SOCIETY; TO ACTUATE YOUR THOUGHTS TOWARDS CONDEMNING THE INCLINATION YOU ALL SEEM TO HAVE HARD-WIRED THROUGH YOUR SKULLS TO MAINTAIN AN ADEQUATELY VACUOUS MIND. I HOPE THAT, BY ACCOMPLISHING THIS, YOU’LL ACTUALLY BE ABLE TO LEAD, OH I DON’T KNOW, LIVES THAT ARE ACTUALLY WORTH LIVING BECAUSE WE NOW HAVE AT LEAST HALF-WAY DECENT PEOPLE AS WELL AS PEOPLE WHO MIGHT ACTUALLY HAVE THE SENTIENCE TO COMPREHEND THIS.

I INTEND TO…”

You ramble on in this fashion. You certainly have a lot to work on here. You should also work on not leaving doors open for anyone to walk in on you. What if they stole your ideas? 

In the back of your mind, you smirk. Well, you still have charisma. 

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t3r3z1-just1c3

Hearing a certain loud someone, Terezi stopped and snuck over to the open door to listen. After a moment, however, she couldnt help but giggle. What on earth was he even doing?

"Terezi."

A soft groan. Yes, that was Terezi. A suspicion that was confirmed the moment you heard the giggle. You knew you should've double-checked that no-one would walk in on you like this. You've already accepted that she's going to give you shit about this for the next few perigees, and you immediately regret everything you just said in the last...how long had you even been going on for?

You walk over to the door and poke your head around the frame, and, lo and behold, the teal-blood was there laughing her blind ass off.

"Can't a troll have some alone time without having to worry about the likes of you encroaching the place?"

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huesofjadeharley replied to your post: huesofjadeharley replied to your post: So if I...

wOW I aGREE THIS IS jSUT PErf I caNT„, quq))

bleedingknight replied to your post: huesofjadeharley replied to your post: So if I...

((screeches because that start was perf and I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN IN REPLYINGGG))

// whAT 

edit: guys I'm laughing omfg you are perfection

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huesofjadeharley replied to your post: So if I wrote a starter... i would bby))

bleedingknight liked your post: So if I wrote a starter...

// aw yiss

well sorry for the delay and stuff

it would've been better and I probably would've gone on further with the speech but I'm half-falling asleep over here ;v;

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There comes a time in every troll's life when they realise that quietly observing romcom actors such as Troll Paul Giamatti and Troll Virginia Madsen's chemistry on screen or trying to understand how human media of the romance genre is so impossibly repetitive and anti-climatic isn't the most productive way to be spending their time.

All right, so maybe not every trolls' lives. Maybe just a few of them.

Or maybe, it's only when your name is Karkat Vantas that you begin to question your personal interests. You're not sure yourself what the initial appeal to spending your leisure time in this fashion was, but you've certainly never forced yourself to need to find any amount of good reasoning to continue doing so.

That was never your only interest, though. It's not like you wanted to be a movie critic or anything even like that. At first, you wanted to be a threshecutioner. Now you're slowly falling back on the idea of wanting to lead something... as horribly as it had turned out the last time you lead anyone.

The next time you try, however, you will be prepared. You will have practised. You will know exactly what you are talking about this time and god damn it nothing will go wrong. Or, so you keep telling yourself.

The mirror doesn't seem to agree, though. 

It's mocking you, you're sure of it. The straggly black locks of hair only partially covered dark eyes thickly glazed with self-contempt; accented with the dark lines underneath that had formed there over the far too frequent occurrence of neglecting your need to fully recuperate each night.

For now, however, you must put aside all urges to satirise this imbecilic dolt and enlighten him on your mad leadership skills, yo.

You are about to, of course, practice these mad skills while speaking to the mirror as your audience. Just like what they do in the movies. You know, they stand there, making a triumphant speech...and then they become successful and usually put a dramatic spin to it at the very end. Ever since you heard about the human concept of 'democracy', you have to admit you've had a guilty interest in it since. The greatest part, of course, is that anyone may run to be leader (you recall John calling it head of state or something like that, but that sounds much less great). 

That is, as long as they have a speech. You clear your throat, striking a position in the full-length mirror propped up against one of your movie shelves.

"HELLO, INHABITANTS OF THIS CONSTITUENCY. THIS IS YOUR INEVITABLE FUTURE LEADER SPEAKING. YOUR LUMINARY TO YOUR SAD LIVES, YOUR GOVERNING EMINENCE.

AS YOUR LEADER I WILL STRIVE TO GUIDE YOUR INSOLENT ATTRIBUTES INTO SOMETHING THAT CAN ACTUALLY BE CONSIDERED HALF-WAY DECENT BY THE REST OF SOCIETY; TO ACTUATE YOUR THOUGHTS TOWARDS CONDEMNING THE INCLINATION YOU ALL SEEM TO HAVE HARD-WIRED THROUGH YOUR SKULLS TO MAINTAIN AN ADEQUATELY VACUOUS MIND. I HOPE THAT, BY ACCOMPLISHING THIS, YOU'LL ACTUALLY BE ABLE TO LEAD, OH I DON'T KNOW, LIVES THAT ARE ACTUALLY WORTH LIVING BECAUSE WE NOW HAVE AT LEAST HALF-WAY DECENT PEOPLE AS WELL AS PEOPLE WHO MIGHT ACTUALLY HAVE THE SENTIENCE TO COMPREHEND THIS.

I INTEND TO..."

You ramble on in this fashion. You certainly have a lot to work on here. You should also work on not leaving doors open for anyone to walk in on you. What if they stole your ideas? 

In the back of your mind, you smirk. Well, you still have charisma. 

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So if I wrote a starter...

...would anyone be interested in RPing?

No point in writing one if there's no takers, right?

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The internet is so convenient

what the fuck should I make for dinner

what the fuck should I listen to now

what the fuck should I do today

what the fuck should I do with my life

where the fuck should I go for drinks

what’s the fucking weather

holy fuck this is brilliant

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why have you gone inactive you can't go inactive fuCKI YOU R SHIT YOU CANT; BE INACTIVE TYORE MY DFAVourtiTE KARKAA!!!!AAATTTT!!

// cries quietly in corner...

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please consider thewhimsicaltrickster's heartfelt love

PLEASE CONSIDER TEARING OFF THE FINGERS YOU USED TO TYPE THAT SUGGESTION OUT INTO MY ASK BOX AND CORDIALLY SHOVE THEM UP YOUR ASS.

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YOU 4R3 SO L4M3 >:[

SAYS THE ONE WHO DECIDED TO PASS THEIR TIME BY RECITING THE LYRICS TO A SONG SUNG BY AN AFRO-BEARING ZEBRA IN MY ASK BOX.

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W3 ST1LL N33D TO S33 TH4T MOV13

YOU'RE NOT HONESTLY REFERRING TO THE CIRCUS AFRO ONE, ARE YOU? WHEN DID I *EVER* AGREE TO GO TO THAT PARTICULAR MOVIE WITH YOU, NEVER MIND FALL UNDER THE CONSENSUS THAT IT WAS A NECESSITY.

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holywhat

you guys do know I'm taking summer courses at the moment right

it's kind of one of those off periods where I vanish because I'm either drowning in work or recuperating from drowning in work for the entire month

at least until the 24th or so

...

by the way I still don't get why I'm getting so many shipping anons

should I be flattered or