[psychop0mp]

      Grinning at him, it’s easy to take the hesitant grip in stride, and whether she notes the lingering look to the bag or not, she doesn’t comment on it. Instead she hitches it higher on her shoulder and gives his arm a squeeze in reassurance– whether he needs it or not, sometimes she knows the sentiment is a nice one, at least.            “If it helps, I’ve probably done this sort of thing more often than you have in my lives, so… don’t think too much about it!”       Laughing gently, she bumps her shoulder against his as they take off at an easy walk, shaking her head.           “Don’t be silly– I volunteered to help, after all! Besides, the longer and more involved this kind of thing, the bigger the rewards, usually! I have a notebook too, in case we need to take notes.”        Something electronic might seem like the better choice for that, but really– she was a bit of a traditionalist when it came to this sort of thing.

          “I’ll watch my step.”        Picking her way carefully along beside him, she keeps her eyes flickering toward the floor now and again as she keeps up her stride.            “So– what exactly is it we’re going to be doing, fearless leader?”

[cherrykind-blog]

YEAH WELL. I’M NOT SURE IF THE REWARDS ARE GOING TO REALLY BE IMMEDIATELY OR EVER TANGIBLE BUT  IF WE’RE GOING TO BE STUCK IN THIS PLACE, I’M AT LEAST GOING TO TRY TO MAKE IT WORK ONE WAY OR ANOTHER.

[ You do the stupidest of hops over a surprisingly tall cinderblock, becoming a bit frustrated when the venture leaves your pants splashed with mud and god knows what. The attempt to remain calm boils down to screaming in frustration only once, making a few bipeds down the tunnel jump in surprise. You collect yourself as best as possible. ] 

OKAY. OUR OBJECTIVE IS TO BASICALLY ASK THE LOCALS DOWN HERE IF THEY KNOW OF ANY HIDDEN PASSAGES OR BACK DOORS AROUND THE CITY THAT AREN’T REALLY PUBLICIZED ALL THAT WIDELY.  BASICALLY, WE’RE SNOOPING AROUND FOR HOLES IN THE SYSTEM.  AND WITH AS MUCH AS THESE SCIENTIST GUYS SEEM TO FUCK UP, I WOULDN’T BE SURPRISED IF THERE WERE A FEW. 

[chronokind]

TG: something that takes my mind off this place? TG: dude that was never your official job title what the fuck TG: youre still thinkin in terms of what you can do for people or how fuckin useful you are and its fucked up ok it just is so fucked up and hard on you TG: youre not a tool thats meant to make me feel good about stuff youre my fucking friend and i want you to be happy too

TG: this isnt even stressful for me idek TG: youre still you and youre here and thats really fuckin great as far as im concerned TG: so dont sweat it ok thats so far from something you need to be worried about as far as im concerned

You sit on your hands and watch him try to get himself together; your gut churns with a weird, sickening blend of guilt and angst and oh, hell, this is all so fucking weak you can’t stand it. It’s not even that big a deal. You weren’t together very long. Even if you had been, it’s not like Karkat hates you. He’s still here. He still wants to see you and talk to you and help you, for fuck’s sake. The least you can do is hear him out.

TG: dude its ok i promise you dont have to think of yourself as something that makes me feel bad TG: its just not true TG: are you listening to me TG: its not true TG: so dont worry about it ok?

[cherrykind-blog]

[ You obsess over yourself a lot. Perhaps out of arrogance and definitely more than what is healthy for anyone. But even in your search to find just exactly what’s wrong with you, where you really go wrong, there are still a few blind spots you’ve managed to overlook. When he points them out, you’re self aware enough to know he’s right. ]

CG:  YEAH. OKAY CG: OKAY... CG: WE’RE ALRIGHT. 

[ You sigh, and it’s shaky but you need to breathe. Calm down and actually breathe. ] 

CG: BUT I DON’T KNOW CG: EVEN IF IT IS FUCKED UP TO THINK THAT WAY CG: I STILL DON’T WANT TO SIT BACK AND WATCH EVERYONE GET KNOCKED AROUND WHILE I’M JUST... HERE. SITTING ON MY ASS.  CG: LIKE EVEN IF IT’S JUST SOMETHING, LIKE, LITERALLY ANYTHING. CG:  I WANT TO BE THERE AND HELP CG: BUT ALL I CAN EVER DO IS JUST *BE* HERE.  CG: AND EVEN THEN I’M ONLY HALF DECENT AT THAT. [ You sag into the couch, having lost the energy to remain upright anymore. ]  CG: ANYWAY... I’M SORRY THIS TURNED INTO ME UNLOADING ON YOU WHEN YOU HAD A HEAPING PILE OF SHIT ON YOUR PLATE ALREADY.  CG: BUT CG:  EVEN IF MY TIMING IS HONESTLY JUST FUCK AWFUL, I THINK I’VE KIND OF NEEDED THIS FOR A REALLY LONG TIME. CG: SO THANKS DAVE. CG: YOU’RE A GOOD FRIEND. 

[eldritchheiress]

FEFERI: I’ve only been )(ere for a week or two! And no glubbing box! Cod, are you serious? FEFERI: T)(at’s so NIC-E of Terezi! Are t)(ey still around? I )(ear people just up and dissapier in t)(is place.

Feferi scowled at her friend, mildly perturbed by his last comment.

FEFERI: And NO! I did not get any s)(orter! )(as it reely been t)(at long t)(at you forgot w)(at I looked like?

[cherrykind-blog]

KARKAT: I MEAN, YEAH.  BUT TEREZI AND SOLLUX ARE KIND OF A CONSTANT IN THIS PLACE. AND VRISKA, DESPITE OUR BEST EFFORTS TO LOCK HER IN A DISTRICT SOMEWHERE. KARKAT: ANYWAY. YOU KIND OF GET USED TO PEOPLE DISAPPEARING AFTER A WHILE.  KARKAT: AND ADMITTEDLY, I’M KIND OF GUILTY OF DISAPPEARING TOO SO IF I DO DECIDE TO VENTURE INTO THE DEPTHS OF MY OWN ASSHOLE FOR A FEW MONTHS AND THEN WIND UP HERE AGAIN KARKAT: LET’S JUST AGREE ON USING THE PHRASE “ASSFISH” TO BE THE SIGNIFIER IF I’M THIS ME AND NOT ANOTHER AND POSSIBLY EVEN WORSE VERSION OF ME. 

[ You take a break from your tirade to take in a bit of air. It’s better that she knows what she’s in for, at the very least. ] 

KARKAT: ALL OF THAT ASIDE, YEAH. KARKAT: I MEAN OF COURSE I DIDN’T FORGET WHAT YOU LOOKED LIKE BUT  KARKAT: FOR ME IT’S BEEN CLOSE TO TWO SWEEPS SINCE I’VE SEEN YOU UP CLOSE. KARKAT: HOW HAVE YOU BEEN DOING?

[justicescales]

OH MY GOD K4RK4T, 1M COM1NG!!!

[You finally open the door after he’s spent at least a solid few minutes yelling.  You didn’t leave him out there on purpose, and this is probably evident when–as the door opens–it’s revealed that you’re only partially clothed.  You thought you could get dressed fast enough to only have him wait momentarily before you got the door, what you didn’t expect is how long it would take you to figure out how to actually put everything together.  Thus, you ended up settling for at least making sure you’re covered before you greet him and invite him inside.]

YOU D1D NOT H4V3 TO G3T M3 4NYTH1NG YOU KNOW >:U

[You say that, but you really are glad he came to see you.  It feels like it’s been too long; you’ve missed him.]

[cherrykind-blog]

You take this as an opportunity to be the biggest ass possible. You turn your head sharply with a choking noise, making a great effort to conceal your vision from the barely PG rated material in front of you.

OH GOD DAMN IT TEREZI. YOU DIDN’T EVEN HAVE PANTS ON?  IT’S ALMOST TEN FOR FUCK’S SAKE WHAT ARE YOU DOING STILL FLOPPING AROUND IN THE NUDE LIKE AN ANIMAL? DID YOU REALLY NOT EXPECT ME TO SHOW UP? GET IT TOGETHER. 

You march past her, letting two of the packages fall onto the table. A loud squeaking noise emits from one as it flops on the table. You take care with the one breakable object, not wanting to spill sloshy fluid everywhere.

OKAY! HERE YOU GO.  HAPPY WRIGGLING DAY! I’M PRETTY SURE YOUR OTHER FRIENDS GOT YOU WAY BETTER LOOT THAN THIS, BUT THIS IS WHAT TWENTY DOLLARS CAN BUY YOU HERE SO HERE YOU GO!

You got a LAVA LAMP! Look at that shit go. There’s a weird sticky residue on one side that tastes vaguely like orange faygo and factory glue. At least, that’s what it would taste like if you’re brave enough to put your tongue on it. Don’t do it. Don’t put your tongue on it. 

You got a SQUEAKY GAVEL! It feels like it’s been hand sewn by some idiot with just downright awful craftmanship. If you hit it on either of it’s bulbous sides it gives a loud squeak, likely to indicate ORDER, ORDER IN THE COURT or else face A SWIFT AND JUST DEATH. 

And at last but at not least, you’ve received a bulk supply of HOT HANDS HAND WARMERS which should keep your hands or any other extremities warm for up to three hours. That is, if it isn’t defective. It’s always a mixed bag with these things.

[pearlchevalier]

That moment of surprise from the unfamiliar troll is almost enough to make Akoya feel smug. He suppresses a smirk of satisfaction as he trails behind, following his grouchy escort to the booth of his choosing. Of course, he could do without the lack of volume control, but he’s grown used to such things: There’s no shortage of eccentricity within this city’s walls. For whatever reason, trolls seem especially unique when compared to humans.

Speaking of which…

“My name is Akoya,” he says, though his short tone betrays the frustration he’s trying to conceal. “– And you don’t have to act as if you’re the first troll I’ve seen.” With a faint huff, he slips past Karkat and approaches the food carts. “I’ll have you know that one of my dearest friends is a troll… Yet she can get her point across without raising her voice to me.”

[cherrykind-blog]

You squint, trying to make heads or tails about who he is talking about. Of the trolls in the city that can be referred to as ‘she’, you can’t really picture any of them really getting along with this guy. Except one. One with an affinity for just awful, terrible, good for nothing people, including you. 

OH GOD. OKAY. I’M GOING TO GO OUT ON A LIMB HERE AND MAKE A WILD ASSUMPTION YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT TEREZI. IN WHICH CASE, THANKS! YOU’VE SAVED BOTH OF US THE PAIN AND HUMILIATION OF A FORMAL INTRODUCTION. NICE TO MEET YOU I GUESS! ACTUALLY IT’S ALMOST A RELIEF. YOU DON’T SEEM ALL *THAT* BAD BESIDES THE BIG HEAD OF AIR YOU’RE CARRYING. IT ALSO PROBABLY SAVES ME FROM THE FIFTY QUESTIONS ON MY OH SO *LUSTROUS* APPEARANCE.

You gesture to your own form, skin blotchy, body lumpy from too many layers of clothes, hair in a disarray. Trolls aren’t always this badly kept, but you seemed to be putting in effort to live up to your species namesake.   ANYWAY. MY BEAUTY AND GRACE ASIDE.  I’D LIKE ONE MEAT ON A STICK FROM THAT STAND OVER THERE.  IT'S PRETTY MUCH THE BEST DAMN THING YOU CAN BUY IN THIS PLACE SO IF YOU’RE LOOKING FOR SOMETHING GOOD TO EAT THEN DO YOURSELF A FAVOR. SKIP THE BULLSHIT AND GET THAT. YOU’LL THANK ME LATER. 

[eldritchheiress]

—E cherrykind

Just when Feferi had been missing her former teammates it seemed they were appearing, and here was their leader no less!

FEFERI: Oh Carpcatch! FEFERI: I was worried I wouldn’t sea our precious leader again! FEFERI: But )(ere you ARE!

[cherrykind-blog]

You haven’t seen a Feferi even once in all of your time here. For you, it’s nearly been three sweeps since you’ve seen her at all. You take a few seconds longer than you usually would to form words. 

KARKAT: YEAH, WOW. IT’S PRETTY MUCH BEEN FOREVER HASN’T IT? KARKAT: HOW LONG HAVE YOU EVEN BEEN HERE?  KARKAT: THEY DIDN’T SHOVE YOU IN A BOX DID THEY? KARKAT: APPARENTLY THAT’S WHAT THEY DID TO SOLLUX AND THE POOR FUCK HAD TO ROOM WITH TEREZI AS A RESULT. KARKAT: DID YOU GET SHORTER? I COULD HAVE SWORN YOU WERE TALLER BEFORE.  

[cherrykind-blog]

@justicescales​

> Karkat: Do the thing that you’ve been avoiding for a month now. 

You’d planned on visiting her at some point to at least meet the new friends she’d started accumulating. You figure that the circus should be in town since it’s her wriggling day, so there’s really not a better time to do this. Time to jump headfirst into this three ring shitshow. You kick at her door three times, arms encumbered with the three most shittily wrapped presents of all time. 

CG: HEY! OPEN UP IN THERE! DON’T THINK I DON’T KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS.  CG: AND YOU HAD BETTER BE HERE, BECAUSE I AM NOT TRECKING OUTSIDE IN FORTY DEGREE WEATHER WITH MY ARMS FULL JUST TO GIVE YOU THIS STEAMING PILE OF SHIT. CG: THAT IS NOT A THING THAT IS HAPPENING. I DRAW THE LINE THERE. CG: ...OH COME ON! I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE. CAN WE NOT PLAY THE FUCK-WITH-KARKAT GAME TODAY? MY ARMS ARE FALLING ASLEEP AND THE INSIDE OF MY THROAT FEELS LIKE THE INSIDE OF A FLIPPY TIME DEVICE. CG: USELESS AND FULL OF FUCKING SAND. 

[chronokind]

The physical contact is minimal, but it somehow manages to be almost too much; your spine prickles and you swallow, hard. But you don’t move. You figure Karkat kind of needs this, in a way, needs to be anchored to the reality that you’re not angry with him. That you’re not going to leave him alone. That you don’t blame him for any of this.

TG: ok yeah you know what youre right TG: it sucks TG: you were like the first person i ever got close to like that and i got realy used to having you and being able to talk to you and shit and its not the same TG: its not and i get it but i still wanna be able to hang out with you and talk to you and shit TG: i cant bounce back or whatever but i can be here for you because i fuckin have to be ok? TG: i cant just not be here for you karkat TG: thats not how it works either

[cherrykind-blog]

You give a nod, retracting back into yourself again. No one really liked crying in front of other people, but you hated it. You know it isn’t a big deal, that Dave of all people isn’t going to care. But you wipe at your face regardless and take a sharp inhale as if it would help you swallow it all down. 

CG: YEAH. YEAH, OKAY. CG: YOU’RE RIGHT. SORRY CG: I JUST  CG: IT NEVER CHANGES. CG: THIS PLACE ALWAYS FINDS A WAY TO SCREW EVERYONE OVER AND IT’S PROBABLY THE SAME WITH EVERY VERSION OF ME THAT’S EVER EXISTED. CG: I CAN’T DO ANYTHING. CG: I’M JUST THE GUY WHO WATCHES EVERYONE DIE.

You cover your mouth, stop yourself before it starts again. You’re not making him watch you cry twice. You’re not. CG: I’VE BEEN HERE FOR *WEEKS* AND I STILL HAVEN’T TALKED TO TEREZI OR SOLLUX IN PERSON. I HOPE THEY’RE DOING OKAY BUT FUCK IF I HAVE THE GUTS TO FIND OUT! CG: IT’S LIKE THE METEOR ALL OVER AGAIN CG: EVERYONE IS EVERYWHERE AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT’S GOING ON UNTIL IT’S TOO LATE TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT.  CG: AND I GUESS LIKE EVERY VERSION OF YOU CG: FOR SOME REASON YOU’RE STILL GOING TO STICK AROUND. CG: BUT INSTEAD OF ME BEING SOMETHING THAT TAKES YOUR MIND OFF OF THIS GODFORSAKEN PLACE I’M JUST CG: I DON’T KNOW CG: I’M  CG: FUCK.

[pearlchevalier]

The initial shock begins to wear off, and Akoya’s patience for the situation diminishes along with it. His expression sours, and his eyes darken in turn, casting a proverbial shadow over his now-scowling lips.

“Stop shouting at me,” he snaps, his prior melancholy forgotten in favor of white-hot irritation. Of course he feels badly about the whole thing – who wouldn’t? – but some of his guilt is alleviated by the colorful linguistic display. No one back home would dare speak to him like his… At least, not anymore. If only he could teach everyone to maintain that level of respect!

“I’ll gladly offer you compensation, seeing as it was an accident, but not while you’re raising your voice to me.” He reaches into the pockets of his pants, pulling out his floral-printed wallet – but it remains tightly shut, as if he expects the troll’s tirade to continue.

[cherrykind-blog]

Really, it should be common sense but you hadn’t expected the antlerbeast eyed guy to switch to that cold. The sudden sternness causes you trade expressions with him, leaving you to stare wide eyed at what must be the most excessively decorated object you’ve seen in your life. 

WELL COLOR ME SURPRISED! YOU CAN TALK. AS MUCH AS I HATE TO BE THE BEARER OF BAD NEWS I HAVEN’T REALLY FIGURED OUT THAT WHOLE VOLUME CONTROL THING. YOU’RE JUST GOING HAVE TO PUT UP WITH WHATEVER LEVEL OF POLITENESS I CAN COME UP WITH IN MY MOST DELICATE STAGE WHISPER. NOW COME ON. I DON’T HAVE ALL NIGHT.  You cross your arms, walking forward with the expectation pinky is going to start following. You’ve abandoned the prospect of cookies at this point, more keen on the idea of meaty dish for roughly the same price. Looking over your shoulder, you give the human a look of impatience. 

SO UNLESS YOU’RE ALRIGHT WITH ME REFERRING TO YOU AS PINK BOBBLE-HEAD FOR THE REST OF OUR HOPEFULLY SHORT VENTURE I’M GOING TO NEED YOUR NAME.  MINE IS KARKAT, AND BEFORE YOU POINT IT OUT, YES. I KNOW. I’M GREY AND SHORT AND OH SO *VERY* FASCINATING. 

[pearlchevalier]

It’s easy enough for Akoya to lose himself within the vibrant, foreign atmosphere. The environment is enough to silence his thoughts – flashing lights and loud noises can easily overpower him, and they do so with impressive speed. He’s so caught-up in trying to adjust that he doesn’t notice the head of black hair until it’s far too late.

He’s clearly unsure of what happened. In one moment, he’d been strolling along, overwhelmed yet at peace; in the next he found himself coated in sugar with a small troll screaming expletives in his direction. Normally he would lament the damage to his outfit before anything else, but his mind is struggling to process the assault on his senses. Those fallen cookies manage to evade his notice entirely.

“… What?” In the present situation, a single-word inquiry is all he can manage.

[cherrykind-blog]

You surpress a scream of anguish. This asshole doesn’t even have the common decency to give you a proper response, let alone agree to your terms. He’s just standing there wide eyed and brainless, much akin to a coat holding device with a pair of googly eyes slapped on it. You resist the urge to yank on his hair in an attempt to snap him out of it, opting to busy yourself with wiping the powder off your front. 

OH, “WHAT” MY ASS.  YOU SLAMMED INTO ME AND MADE ME THROW MY DINNER ACROSS THE GROUND LIKE A GOD DAMN ANIMAL.

You gesture to the pathetic display of deep fried cookies tossled on the ground, their defeat littering the ground with sad, powdery entrails.  SO NATURALLY, YOU OWE ME A NEW PLATE OF FOOD.THAT’S HOW IT WORKS!  OTHERWISE, I’M GOING TO WAIT UNTIL YOU GET SOMETHING THAT LOOKS MILDLY APPEALING AND STEAL IT FOR MYSELF. 

[arachno-phile]

You expertly dodge the remnants of the water bomb, lips curling in disgust. 

VRISKA: That feels like a reference from somewhere. Another one of your stupid romance movies, perhaps?

VRISKA: Anyways, you really don't need to worry a8out me. Though it's soooooooo sweet that you care so much! <3

You don't know if he can see your smirk from up there on the bridge, but that doesn't stop you from contorting your face into a hideous expression of arrogance.

VRISKA: Too 8ad I'm not into crude stupid nerds. L8er, loser!

[cherrykind-blog]

[ Oh hell no. You’re not letting her get the last word in, especially not on that note. ] 

OH PLEASE. DON’T FLATTER YOURSELF! I WOULD RATHER FORCIBLY INSERT MY BULGE INTO THE NECK OF A RUBBER SQUAWKBEAST THAN TANGLE WITH WHATEVER SPIKED, EIGHT PRONGED APPENDAGE YOU’RE HIDING UNDER YOUR NAVAL. I’M JUST BORED ENOUGH TO GIVE A SHIT.  SO GET THE DICE IN YOUR DRIED UP THINKPAN RATTLING AROUND BECAUSE IT’S ALL DOWNHILL FROM HERE!

[psychop0mp]

To: karkat From: aradia [ txt ]  well i wouldnt say jump at the chance  [ txt ]  but i am not most people when it comes to that kind of thing [ txt ]  i DID spend a lot of time digging things up after all!  [ txt ]  but i have my whip and some of my psionics back so we should be alright [ txt ]  though if things go really thorax up i can always fly us out of there [ txt ]  but ok i will meet you there soon! 

      Excited, she takes a few minutes to pack up her backpack, perpetually bothered by the lack of a sylladex, but grateful that the item is more than useful here. Once she finishes, she is out her window in a flash rather than the door, preferring to keep her bedroom locked more for the sake of her own dug up items than anything else. Thankfully, she flies fast, and she arrives at the entrance to Alpha in likely record time despite her pause to pack. When Karkat offers her the boots, she can’t help the way she breaks into a grin; it’s so like him to think of something like that, especially since she hadn’t. 

          “I do tend to fly and hover most places, yes– but if we are to be digging, I will more than likely need to be on the ground, so thank you!”        The boots are taken with a smile and tugged on over her current flats without hesitation. Her usual skirt has been traded out for overalls and a hooded t-shirt with no back to give her wings room. On one shoulder is the bag he’d given her as a present, in which her tools rest in a canvas wrap, ready to be put to use. Grinning wider, she drops to the floor to give the toe of each boot a tap against the ground, settling into them properly, and then she reaches out, intending to hook her arm through his.            “I made us snacks just in case we will be out a while, and I have water bottles and a first aid kit too. So– where to first then? This place is kind of big after all!” 

[cherrykind-blog]

You stare at her arm like you have never truly witnessed an appendage of the sort, but wrap a stubby hand around it regardless. You wrinkle your nose as you note the bag you had quite ‘expertly’ stitched together, baffled that she is even kept the piece of shit. When you’d gave it to her almost a year ago, you had assumed that her glee had been staged. Now you’re not so sure. The sentiment is touching, not that you’d say so. There are bigger irons in the fire. 

WELL. THAT’S MORE PREPARED THAN I USUALLY AM WHICH IS PROBABLY A GOOD THING CONSIDERING WE’RE GOING TO BE WALKING AROUND BLIND ONCE WE GET TO ZETA. THAT PLACE IS A NIGHTMARE TO NAVIGATE SO FEEL FREE TO HOP OFF THE DEFECATION TRAIN IF YOU HAVE ANY OTHER ENGAGEMENTS IN THE NEXT TWENTY FOUR HOURS. THIS ONE SHOULDN’T TAKE LONG THOUGH. I’VE GOTTEN PRETTY GOOD AT IT. 

You give a shrug and descend into the dark corridors, the viscous water giving resistance as you wade through. There are groans in the distance, of which you follow dutifully. In your hurry you catch your boot on metal, your grip on Aradia’s arm going from limp to a two armed cling in seconds.  FUCK. OKAY.  THERE’S A PIPE THERE. I FORGOT ABOUT THAT ONE. EXPECT LIKE THREE MORE OF THOSE IN THE NEAR FUTURE. ANYWAY. WHAT’S BEEN NEW WITH YOU? IT’S BEEN ALMOST HALF A SWEEP I THINK?

[pearlchevalier]

cherrykind

It’s been months since Akoya last wore a sweater. The autumn cold has set upon the night with alarming swiftness; he shivers even with the extra layer of warmth, wincing as the breeze tugs at his loose clothing. Soon the leaves will fall from the trees in Sector oo6, and their branches will stand bare until spring… It’s a dismaying thought, one which further dampens his mood. Not even the colorful lights from the nearby amusement park serve to assuage his nerves.

“I miss summer already,” he laments as he walks, his gaze downcast. Perhaps a stroll through the carnival might cheer him up…

[cherrykind-blog]

You’re not really thrilled with the cold snap either but the promise of weird ( and frankly awful ) carnival food lures you from your shelter. So you layer yourself into a few sweaters and brave the mildly cold environment. Today you are attempting to eat a platter of deep fried cookies covered in powdered sugar. They aren’t as satisfying as the meat stick you had the other day, but you are enjoying the messy treats regardless. 

That is until you ram into some asshole who probably didn’t see you, because let’s face it, you’re probably below his line of sight. A powdered sugar cloud forms, the rest covering both of you. You sputter back and fail to muffle a sound between a scream and a squeak. You manage to rebound quickly, ready to give this guy a piece of your mind. 

OH NICE GOING THERE, JACKASS! GUESS WHO GETS TO BUY ME A NEW PLATE? THAT’S RIGHT, RANDOM HUMAN. IT’S *YOU*.  I HOPE YOU HAVE EIGHT DOLLARS BECAUSE YOU CAN BET YOUR DUMB PINK HEAD THAT I’M NOT GOING TO CRAWL OUT OF YOUR WASTECHUTE UNTIL IT’S COVERED IN FULL.

[cherrykind-blog]

justicescales:

3V3RYON3 W4NTS TO H34R TH3 BULLSH1T TH4T 1S JUST1C3

[You let him drag you into his room, pulling your arm away once the door is shut behind you.  You can’t let him drag you around too much–you have to remain in character, after all.]

TH3R3 4R3 L4WS, K4RK4T

1 KNOW B3C4US3 1 H3LP CR34T3 4ND 3NFORC3 TH3M!!!!!

[You start digging through his stuff, stopping only for a moment when you find one of his discarded sweaters to put it on.]

4H4!!

[You lift a pair of his blank boxers.]

TH1S H3R3 V1OL4T3S COD3 TW3LV3 TW3NTY FOUR ON3 THR33

“POSS3SS1ON OF 3XTR3M3LY 4ND H31NOUSLY BOR1NG P4NT13S”

YOU 4R3 GO1NG TO H4V3 TO COM3 W1TH M3, V4NT4S

You aren’t surprised that she hasn’t cut the act yet. You are a little taken off guard by her repossessing of your sweater but it’s more cause for annoyance than alarm. The underwear however.

WHAT IN THE CODCHAFFING FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING! YOU CAN’T JUST COME IN HERE AND TOUCH THOSE, PUT IT DOWN! I THOUGHT WE WERE DOING THIS WRIGGLER HORSESHIT BY NOW. You jump and extend your arms as far as they will go and swipe for your apparently boring asswear. At least you did your laundry this week DON’T YOU THINK COMING IN HERE AND INVADING MY PRIVACY IS BREAKING MORE IMPORTANT LAWS THAN THOSE THAT, I DON’T KNOW, HAVE NO REAL PURPOSE OTHER THAN TO MAKE MY LIFE A LIVING NIGHTMARE?

[cherrykind-blog]

justicescales:

K4RK4T V4NT4S

W1TH 4N ORD3R PL4C3D D1R3CTLY THROUGH TH3 L4W OFF1C3 OF C1TT4

1 H4V3 4 W4RR4NT FOR YOUR 4RR3ST

4ND 1 H4V3 TH3 R1GHT TO S34RCH TH3 PR3M1S3S OF YOUR H1V3

DO NOT R3S1ST, 3LS3 YOU W1LL H4V3 TO 4PP34R 1N FRONT OF 4 COURT OF L4W FOR JUDG3M3NT

1 W1LL NOT R3P34T MYS3LF:

OP3N TH3 DOOR

OH HOLY SHIT TEREZI, HOLD ON.

[You stumble, manage to pull on a pair of sweatpants on the way to the door. ]  YOU KNOW THAT THERE ARE PEOPLE THAT LIVE IN THIS COMPLEX THAT DON’T, IN FACT, WANT TO HEAR THIS BULLSHIT AT FOUR IN THE MORNING RIGHT? AT LEAST TRY TO BE SUBTLE UNTIL WE GET INTO MY ROOM. [ You grab her arm and stomp as quietly as possible, shutting the door behind you. ]  NOW WHAT ARE YOU ON ABOUT? YOU KNOW THERE AREN’T LAWS IN THIS FESTERING SCUMHOLE.

[justicescales]

[1/7] HMMM [2/7] FROM WH4T 1V3 G4TH3R3D, WH3N P3OPL3 D1S4PP34R FROM H3R3 TH3Y 4R3 S3NT B4CK HOM3 [3/7] TO CONT1NU3 TH31R T1M3L1N3 OR WH4T3V3R [4/7] 4ND TH3N WH3N 4 N3W V3RS1ON OF TH3 P3RSON COM3S TH3Y 4R3 JUST FROM 4 D1FF3R3NT PO1NT 1N T1M3 [5/7] BUT M4YB3 OUR M3MOR13S G3T S3NT TO TH3 TR4SH B1N? [6/7] 4ND M4YB3 W3 34CH G3T 1D3NT1F13R NUMB3RS OR SOM3TH1NG WH1CH L3T US 4CC3SS TH3 M3MOR13S [7/7] SO 4LL V3RS1ONS OF US TH4T 4R3NT US C4NT G3T TO TH3M?

[½] BUT 1M GL4D YOU W4NT TO M33T TH3M [2/2] 1LL 1NTRODUC3 YOU TO 4KOY4 F1RST >:]

[cherrykind-blog]

[ TXT ] YEAH, BUT I DON’T REMEMBER ANYTHING ABOUT BEING SENT THERE BEFORE I CAME BACK. SO WHAT MADE THAT TIME DIFFERENT? [ TXT ] MAYBE THE LAST TIME IT ONLY HAPPENED BECAUSE THE REVIVE SYSTEM WAS SHUT DOWN. BUT STILL, WOULDN’T WE THEORETICALLY BE ABLE TO GO BACK IN AGAIN AND STILL REMEMBER IT? [ TXT ] ANYWAY.  [ TXT ] YEAH SURE, I’LL MEET HIM. [ TXT ] WHAT KIND OF MAGICAL ENCOUNTER CAN I LOOK FORWARD TO HERE? [ TXT ] I’M WILLING TO BET HE’S A REAL WINNER IF YOU PICKED HIM OUT. 

[chronokind]

[ cherrykind ] 

TG: karkat TG: hey TG: karkat no

You really didn’t expect him to cry. The fact that he’s breaking down like this is almost more than you can take, and you put your hands on his shoulders, the sides of his neck and face without thinking. 

TG: karkat dude why are you sorry? dont be sorry TG: none of this is your fault TG: its not your fault youre not MY karkat like thats TG: just fuckin bananas to me that youre feelin guilty about this TG: its not on you ok its just not TG: so dont cry TG: things between us are gonna be fine man i understand how it is and id like to be friends with you ok?

          ( say that more convincingly next time, and maybe you’ll believe it too )

[cherrykind-blog]

It’s instinctual for you to hide your face by this point, but you don’t have time before he’s there. All of the self loathing you have been soaking in only thickens. He shouldn’t have to comfort you, not right now. You should be able to keep yourself together but you can’t. Not knowing where to place your hands you let them rest on his forearms, but you can’t even bring yourself to push them away. Even if that would be the right thing to do. 

CG: FUCK. I’M SORRY THIS WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN.  CG: NO. IT’S NOT JUST YOU.  CG: IT’S A LOT OF THINGS AND I REALLY DON’T WANT TO GET INTO IT RIGHT NOW WHILE THIS IS HAPPENING.  CG: BUT PLEASE. DON’T JUST SIT THERE AND ACT LIKE IT’S OKAY.  CG: THERE IS NOTHING ABOUT THIS SITUATION THAT IS EVEN REMOTELY OKAY.  CG: YOU DON’T JUST GET CUT OFF FROM YOUR MATESPRIT AND BOUNCE BACK LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED. THAT ISN’T HOW IT WORKS. CG: IT JUST ISN’T.