Posts by MORGUE ?!

karkat didn't know dirk personally of course, but somehow he had seen him in his dream.
there wasn't much thought about it, and he basically brushed it off as nothing.
besides, he didn't even know what dirk looked like.
karkles pulled away and looked outside of the den, his features darkening as he furrowed his eyebrows.
part of him wanted to tell dave about his dream, but as usual, his pride got the better of him. he seemed like he was going to say something, then stopped and glanced back at the red optics of the slightly taller male. his own eyes gave off a faint orange glow.
shrugging as if uninterested, karkat told him, " I GUESS YOU CAN THROW SOME SICK BEATS IF YOU REALLY WANT. BUT IF IT'S COMPLETE SHIT I'M GONNA GET PISSED. " once again, there was his agitated but light sounding voice, where he seemed to be annoyed but in an indirect way. he wouldn't admit it, but he really loved dave's raps and it was amusing to hear them, no matter what they were about or how good they were.
that poem though! it was hella cute, and it got karkles to thinking that he was one of the more romantic types. like, the one who would go for kisses in the rain, or sharing drinks with two straws, or sunset strolls on the beach. oh, how nice that would be.

karkat approached the scene, slinking over to dave's side as if instinctively. he pressed close to him, sitting up tall and looking out at everyone else, his expression the same as usual; tired, or maybe a little bit annoyed. regardless of whether he was or not, this was his default.
there sure were a lot of joiners recently. inclining his head slightly, the tomcat would listen to his leader, wondering who else would get promoted. he was also interested in hearing the titles.

c:
one with karkat?

shades in his hand, he lifted them up to his face, peering into the dark lenses before lowering them and walking over to the bedside, looking a little bit concerned for once as he looked down at dave. well, a little bit concerned. frowning, he inquired, handing off the shades to him, " WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU? " the boy's black hair was a little messy, but whatever. it was so early in the morning, anyway. " YOU WERE MAKING NOISES IN YOUR SLEEP. " karkat moved to sit on the end of the bed, eyeing his boyfriend as if curious. cautiously, as if unsure, he crawled closer and went to wrap his arms around the other. he wasn't particularly good at comforting others, actually, he never had before.

the tom padded over, seeming slightly optimistic about the sweet treats offered to everyone by the strange cat to which karkat could not place a name. pale red-orange oculars sweeping over the nameless feline, he sat down and looked down upon the candies, nudging one a little with a paw. he wondered whether or not to try it.

i'm in new york at a party so if you could, that would be cool!
otherwise, I could make it but not until much later

well, what a sight. a giant mutated elephant bearing gifts? feeling overwhelmingly tiny, the domestic feline approached, trying his best to stand tall. " HEY. NAME AND BUSINESS? " karkat called up to him, tail curling into a question mark shape.

" YES, NOTED. " karkat chimed along with the others, rather monotonously. /short post ahhh

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he couldn't tell him to suck it the hell up. not in this situation.
karkles put a hand over dave's head as he cradled him close. for a few moments, he was completely silent. goddamn terezi had told him what dave had said, though he had already told him once before. he highly doubted that this was the case; it was plain as day, especially with dave's next few words: " he's not coming back, right? "
dave had come back before, but he had no clue if dirk would or not. probably the latter. so, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand, karkat answered in a gentle voice, " NO. " he wished he could cheer him up, but he honestly wasn't good at such a thing, as stated before. " TELL ME EVERYTHING THAT'S ON YOUR MIND, DAVE. " karkat didn't like it when he was so sad and in tears, though if nepeta or anyone else asked, he'd say otherwise, musing that dave was a lot less annoying when he was upset. typical him.
recently, he'd been a little bit closed off from everyone, and he couldn't really say why. more nightmares, and plus, he was worried about dave. karkles wanted him to be okay with every fiber of his being, but once again, he found himself to be helpless in the matter. now romance, that was a little different. he could give any kind of advice on that. but, what could a person like him possibly say to someone who was in mourning? dave was stubborn, arrogant, and ignorant, but to a fault. the side of him that he had gotten to know was a lot more annoying, in the best way. he missed that part of him.
his eyes glancing slowly down to the strider who was crumpled up in his arms, karkat's fingers clutched tightly on the end of his cape, instinctively. god, he hated seeing him like this.

looking down at the note, he frowned. horrorzo was captured? heh, if anyone was good at scaring someone out, it would be him.

participating <3

oh hurro there /more eyebrow waggling
so, i can just make a thread in the court and then edit my post here to keep count?

okie dokie :")
karkat is hella grumpy so this should be interesting xD

/the college au party uvu

carcinoGenicist [CG] began pestering turntechGodhead [TG]

CG: HEY LOSER.
CG: THERE'S A PARTY AND YOU'RE GOING WITH ME.
CG: SO GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE.

putting down his iphone beside him, karkat plopped down on the couch of his dorm, kicking up his feet on the coffee table. he picked up an xbox controller, ready to play the impossible game. yeah, that one. because, why the hell not? he had waited a long ass time for the update to finish, so the game better be worth his time.
the title screen was hella bright, and the music was already annoying him. oh, great.
kar pressed play, and so far he didn't see why it was called thOH MY FUCKING PIZZA CRUST THIS SHIT GOT REAL. killed by a little spike.

time for his next try.
he jumped the first spike, then the second, only to be killed by a surprise double-spike. " GODDAMIT! FUCKING DOUBLE-SPIKES!!! " he shouted, standing up and glaring at the television with the meanest look on his face.
attempt number three. karkat had passed the double-spikes, thankfully, but his triumph was short lived. a few jumps and skips later, a fucking side-spike had popped out and caused the little block character to explode, resulting in yet another death.
" .. a fucking side-spike?! ARE YOU SHITTING ME RIGHT NOW?! THIS PIECE OF SHIT ASS GAME!!! " the boy practically howled, tossing the controller to the side, growling in frustration. well, that game didn't last very long at all.
his phone buzzed. for what it was worth, he hoped it was dave pestering him back.

one with karkat? ouo

karkles and roxy should have one xD

wandering over, he sat nearby with a scowl on his face. " WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TRYING TO DO? IT'S OBVIOUSLY NOT WORKING. " karkles watched as she pitifully spawned nothing but cubes. he wasn't sure what her intentions were, but whatevs.
he himself had only one power that was really useful, and that was his ability to give or take away pain. he looked over the cubes, which were perfect in every aspect, and he silently admired that.

he frowned sterly, replying, " HE WAS MURDERED. HE DIDN'T LEAVE YOU ON PURPOSE. " from what dave had told him, he seemed to be pretty close with him, so he couldn't see the logic of why he would purposely leave.
karkat hugged him a little tighter, staring straight ahead and letting the other cry into the pillow. dirk was probably his role model, or something of the like. he was older, after all. sighing flatly, he waited, wishing that dave would just stop crying. the boy went to gently lift the shades from his face, wiping at the tears as best as dave would allow him.

xD

sliding over quietly besides dave, he listened to everything said by blumiere. yep, he was there when lightyears had died, and not long after, blumiere had come, claiming to be the previously dead medic. karkat himself thought that was pretty cool, he had to admit, and usually he was hard to impress.