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im hardly on here and i post these weird ass posts
rome was so much better than the us why did rome have to go
what if i started calling myself kaj
knightofnxthing:
“Oh, thank the sweet sweet messiahs. I think my ears are already bleeding at the mere promise of more sick rhymes from the one and only. My bursting eardrums will be a most pleasant back-beat for your terminal verses.”
=> You can feel him staring at you again and you can’t help but shiver under his gaze. It’s like he’s searching for something, trying to put the pieces together as to what makes you tick. You almost snap at him but he seems to have snapped out of it, rambling on about Lord English and- wait, did he say he’s been sitting here for a goddamn year?!
“You deep fried piece of fermented dog shit, no wonder your voice sounds like you ran it through the meat grinder. You haven’t spoken for a goddamn year?!”
=> You want to reach up and cuff him in the back of the head but the 5 inch height difference between you would just make it look stupid.
=> So now you know he’s dead, which is both a reassurance and a hinderance. You have no idea of knowing what timeline he’s from, and the variability within all of them can make for awkward conversation if one is to slip up - but then again, this is Dave Fucking Strider. He doesn’t have an awkward bone in his body, and if he does, it’s completely buried beneath a long running facade. So that’s a slight reassurance.
“Pretty basic fucking story. Was alive. Charged Gamzee. Stabbed twice and tossed into a big pit of lava. Not alive anymore. Woke up. Swore at the universe for being such a shitbag. Wandered around for god knows how long. Now I’m here, up to my horns in idiots and assholes. I can’t escape this hell. Your bubble is quiet so I wandered around for a while, and lo and behold, I was run into (most literally) by yet another asshole. That’s where you come in. And now we’re here. End of the story, goodfuckingnight.”
“Oh, ouch dude, I’m hur--hurt.”
==> You press a hand against where your heart would be, where you used to be able to feel your heartbeat pounding against your ribcage, and feigned being stabbed, or even shot through the heart. You’re not sure if anything’s even inside your chest anymore, since you’re dead. It wouldn’t surprise you any, honestly, if there was just a fake representation of a heart, to make it seem normal.
“My rhymes are no--nothing close to making someone’s ears bleed. Ju--just because I haven’t been at it in a while, doesn’t me--mean that I’m not the bomb at it still. Not even Dirk can stand up to me this time around. The best of the best, promise guaranteed, Karka--Karkat.”
==> Oh, he noticed what you said.
==> Your lips curl downwards in a slight show of disapproval, maybe even discomfort. But it shortly disappears as you realize: he doesn’t know what happened. All he knows is that you’re dead and you haven’t spoken in a long time, and it’s why you’re speaking like you’re just going into puberty. Nothing else. ... You contemplate explaining things to him, but you just... sigh, instead.
==> You shove your hands into your pockets and visibly turn your gaze down to the ground, not really knowing how to say what happened, or why he was here without getting angry, or telling Karkat something his own Dave probably wasn’t even close to. Despite sharing the same name, you’ve long since come to the realization that you’re all different from each other, for better or for worse.
==> When you finally do speak up, your voice is lower, as to relate to his words, his confessions of his death. You don’t like how you died - your death didn’t change anything, as per usual. The woes of a Time player are plentiful.
“Look, I’m sorry. Abo--about how you died. I hadn’t... gotten that far in my timeline, and I probably ne--never was going to. I was... trying to protect Jade, on m--my end. Turns out, she di--didn’t need to be saved--I did. As fu--fucking usual, my help came a minute too la--late, and I woke up in a bubble by myself and was eventually found by Dirk after roaming for a while, i--irritating everyone I ca--came across until... yeah. B--but I’m, glad. To see you again. It’s been a long time. It doesn’t seem like there’s very many of you ar--around these par--parts anymore, and that’s fine--great, actually, I just---Everyone needs to stay the fuck alive, for real; dying is the Strider game. We don’t do it for yo--you all to start killin’ yourselves shortly afterwards, that’s not what heroes d--do. Her--heroes die to save others... but I’m not no da--damn hero. What kinda fuckin’ h--hero dies in the middle of their journey anyways? Leave their friends be--behind? Impulsively react on things? A ba--bad one. ... But, ye--yeah, other than that, how’s it goin’ fo--for you?”
==> Did he just admit to missing Karkat?
Flicks the other.
"I know I’m appealing to the eyes, but you can only look. Don’t touch.”
*casually leaves this here*
riflesquiddle:
im not dead!!
at least one of me did something right for once
knightofnxthing:
“As my first royal decree, I name you the jester of the court. I think I want a song performed in honour of this moment, what do you think? Something along the lines of what a fantastic ruler I am and how I’ll lead my small-ass country into a brighter tomorrow and ascend to godhood amongst my pupils despite the fact I was viciously murdered by a juggalo in a boner costume. Make it real fucking inspiring, Dave.”
=> It’s a bit of a harsh dig, decreeing him to sing when it sounds like his vocal cords have taken a one way trip through a cheese grater. But you were never one for subtlety - Or as Kankri would say, ‘respecting triggers’.
=> It’s not like you’re going to comment outright on the situation. He has no voice and you’re dead. There’s lingering unpleasantries on both sides of the spectrum and to delve into one means delving into the other. You’d prefer to keep whatever shred of privacy you have left tucked far away where no prying Strider can find it and post it on his twitter account.
“Other than finally following your dreams and officially becoming the absolute fucking clown that you are, what brings you out here? This bubble is particularly void- no one ever shows up.”
“As much as I’d love to bust a rhy--rhyme for you, Karkat, I don’t wanna ruin it with the pubescent cracking of my voice--like da--damn, my voice is up to so much right now than it has in--in the last year or so--almost a sweep, I think? But yeah, as so--soon as I get my voice back, you can bet your bedazzled thong that I--I’m gonna whip out some of my fa--famous sick beats for you.”
==> You clear your throat and press your fingers against the skin, gently tracing over the ring like scar that was a bit too reminiscent of Dirk’s own, except... lower. This. This wasn’t of your own will, like his, but, instead, of your alternate self’s stupid idea of not wanting to kill anyone to protect either of you. You still would have DIED, sure, but you would have been Godtier, like every other goddamn Dave you see in the bubbles. (You’re the outlier. And you hate it.)
==> When your hand falls to your side once more, you find yourself looking over Karkat. Overall, he... hasn’t changed? You know that, you’ve said that before you fucker. But. Then again, he has. There’s something you’re missing and you can’t quite see it. And it burns, like an almighty fire that you’ve forgotten to control, like the sun in your eyes without your sunglasses, like being called smart by others. (You hate it you hate it you hate it you hate it--)
“Uh.”
==> You finally register his question. Shit. Nice moves coolkid.
“I... don’t know? Honestly, I haven’t left my bubble in over a year, like, since something went down and the bub-bubble almost got destroyed by the Big Green Bastard from causing so much ru--ruckus that he could see it from decades away, or something li--like that. I guess I just wanted to see if I could find someon I know-- or who’s actually-well, who’s looking for me. Not, some other Dave. Me. But that--that’s not going to happen and that’s alright. I’m per--perfectly fine talking to all’ve the a--alts around and seeing what they’ve been up to.”
==> ...
“So, wh--what about you, Karkat?”
flowercrownsandsatan, speakingbeforan, gh0stn0m0re, gnosticgalaxy
hey im dave he him pronouns and looking the age that you died for all eternity is fucked up and cruel
name pronouns and something that you find weird i guess
serrket:
How lucky for you. My dancestor is a huge 8itch- like, even 8igger than me. So fucking avoid her if you can. And duh. It’s sort of a Strider namesake to 8e an annoying little 8itch. And the Serket namesake to 8e a humongous 8itch as fast as possi8le.
I dunno really. Didn’t really spend most of time analyzing what the fuck is up with Tum8lr. 8ut once I finish my essay on exactly what the fuck is up, I’ll get 8ack to you. I’m already taking notes now.
someone thats an even bigger bitch than vriska serket unheard of this descendant of yours has to be the bitch of the millenium to be that bitchy and thats a bit rude were just so cool like it hurts to touch us were liquid hydrogen too cool to touch
analyzing tumblrll most likely leave you all kinds of fucked up dw about it
cancer-reborn:
MAYBE SWITCHING TO A DIFFERENT KIND OF SCHOOL WOULD BE AN OPTION TO PLEASE BOTH OF YOU? THOUGH I DON’T WANT TO TELL YOU WHAT TO DO, I AM IN NO FUCKING POSITION FOR THAT. BUT MAYBE IT COULD HELP.
since when does a dead guy need school
riflesquiddle:
if i could find you i could bring you one! :\ its not about your reputation!! its about you knowing your life wasnt a waste!!!!! D: i dont know what happened in your timeline, but im really glad you tried to save me anyways! im sure your me thinks so too!!! it was really heroic of you to even try to do something so close to impossible!!
thanks for the offer but thats fine
no i know my life wasnt a waste of course not who do you think i am harley im just saying that well maybe my actions were a waste were probably all dead anyways
cancer-reborn:
SO YOU BELIEVE YOU KNOW EVERYTHING THERE IS TO KNOW?
that makes me sound like more of an asshole than i am of fucking course not
i just know the entirety of the highschools curriculum and can teach it without a flaw in the design i think that says a bit of something yknow
pausedbrains.
Believe me kiddo, I know where yer comin from. But believe me yer gonna need school. Dead or not, I can fuckin relate. Not much, cleanin like the soccer mom I am. You.
i literally dont need it if i can complete the entirety of a college exam and pass without having to ask dirk for help im pretty decent at educationing myself now aint i
oh man youre a soccer mom hows that holding up for you
i cant say anything interestings going on with me just chilling out in my bubble for the 389th day in a row
captainnepnep:
{ 4 til 100 followers?? wow!! }
knightofnxthing:
=> It’s been a while since you’ve seen another soul in this desolate shit-pond. You weren’t the best with time even when your heart kept it, but now that you’re trapped in the furthest rings of space it has become even harder. So how long has it really been since you’ve had the pleasure of some company? You can’t say, not for the ended life of you.
=> So you’re a little out of it when it comes to awareness. It’s hardly a concern when there’s been no one in sight for… sweeps. Hence, you didn’t even notice as Dave made his approach - so at the sudden thump to your shoulder, you’re sent scrambling backwards with a less than dignified yelp.
“Watch where you’re going, you insolent sack of molten-”
=> The insults die on your tongue. Dave doesn’t seem to be sounding like his usual slick fucker of a self- his voice has a chipped quality to it, as though ready to shatter at any moment. Perhaps it’s best to save the insults involving molten piss for later?
“No. It’s the fucking King of Tuvalu. Of course it’s me, dipfuck. Did the giant cancer sign on my shirt tip you off?”
==> You can’t help but give your signature smirk at his words. Yeah. That’s Karkat alright. Even in death, the crabby troll hadn’t changed much. It’s. Refreshing, really. You can’t say that you haven’t changed, and that’s, that’s depressing. You’ve changed. A lot more than you’d have liked. That’s more or less your OWN fault, but hey. No one knows that.
==> You roll your eyes behind your shades, using one hand to adjust them properly. You don’t know why you even wear them anymore; most people can tell you’re dead. Except... you’ve been pale since you were “born” technically speaking. Being pale is in your (un)natural genetic code and you can’t help that. Maybe you can avoid the topic for a while, focus on him, instead of you. You’ll have to see.
“We--well then excuse me princess, I wa--wasn’t aware that you were so touch--chy.”
==> You almost cringe at the cracks in your voice, the stammers which you’re trying to control. You hate them. You hate your voice, but you can’t stand the idea of never talking. Maybe it’s why you’ve been in isolation for so long. Maybe there’s a reason behind the loathing of your voice. Maybe there’s not. You don’t really know, nor remember.
“Allow me to ex--extend my SINCEREST apologies to you, your high--highness.”
unf9rtunates9uls:
Well, quite 96vi9usly. There are far t99 many alternates 9f any given 6eing t9 ever 6e rude en9ugh t9 assume that y9u are the 9nly y9u.
Regardless, I d9n’t kn9w what t9 make 9f this site either, 6ut that is merely 6ecause I am very new t9 it. My name is Kankri Vantas, and I use he/him pr9n9uns as well.
i wouldnt say its rude especially if you arent aware of the concept yet
hell yeah i feel that like a freight train kiss at 300mph you got all types of fucked up but its for science or something like that science is all types of fucked up too dont tell harley i said that