The Amazing Karnak

An ask blog for human!DC Karnak

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//intro post to explain this blog! :D This is an ask blog for DC Karnak (referred to as DC, tagged as DC Karnak) post-canon. It's an everyone lives/no one dies au where he is able to revive himself as well, accidentally turning himself human. The twist? He is the only one who came back to live. The only one who survived. Wandering out of the warehouse he now freely roams the streets of Uranium, after having taken a short break in a flowerfield. So, no reason to bore him! Send in some asks, entertain the man! Some examples for asks include: How did you get here? Who are you? Or how do you deal with mortality? No ask is too angsty or fluffy! You can ask anything, i will try to respond :] As for me? Well, you can call me Azrael! I go by he/they pronouns, feel free to ask me more or come join me as i try to explain the universes of the different Karnak blogs mixing!//

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Are you aware of the other universes around?

[Dimitri looks up at the voice. He's distracted from what he was doing]

Yes.

I've interacted with some of them before. It's.. a chaotic and messy business. I do not recommend.

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Hm. Getting to know what sets you apart from your counterparts is the fun part. Everyone of you has a breaking point. You do seem sturdier than most. I'll really have to push you then, hm?

Still sassy, nonetheless. I'll have fun breaking down your confidence. It'll be a little side project for me.

Tell me, what is your biggest fear?

I suppose we do, yes. Even so, I suppose you won't be able to find it. Most of us know when to hide things.

You haven't done that much of a hit to my confidence. More to my own flesh and skin than anything, truly.

Now, why in the world would I tell you my biggest fear when it's clear that you'll use that against me in every way possible, hm?

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A simple thank you will suffice. You should be happy to be rid of such a pest. Falling for your own executioner... you really are a big softie.

I've known you to be quite the sassy chatterbox. I prefer this more. Have I finally gotten to you? Have I already cracked the amazing Karnak?

(Fingers twirl a strand of his hair, gently. The room is freezing, and the phantom fingers feel like ice.)

Hm.

//He gathers himself and smiles, closing the box once more. Pretending nothing is wrong.//

Very well then. Thank you for this gracious act, especially as a gift. Besides, I never claimed not to be. It's curious that you claim to know who I am, when previously you confused me with other versions of myself. Surely you do not think that you learned everything about me simply from them? Besides, simply because my health is doing well and I have my emotions in check and no need for revenge, unlike you, does not mean that I've changed that much.

//They don't react to the finger, being used to the weird touches from mechanics, and used to the cold from everything.//

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You really aren't going to look? It's a birthday gift, after all. It would be terribly rude to simply throw it away after all the work I put into it.

Oh. You must be worried about the children seeing. Let me fix that.

(The world goes black and empty yet again. Should the package be opened, one would find a hand-crafted meat tray. Thinly sliced meats from each part of the body, fingers, a couple of ears, as well as a fine selection of freshly-harvested organs)

//they stumble as the darkness suddenly surrounds them once more, standing in silence in the nothingness for a few moments before deciding to open the package. They're right. It'd be, terribly rude to just...//

It's. You certainly put work into it.

//Dimitris voice is shaky, as are his hands. They reel nauseous. He'd seen worse, but that doesn't change the disgust and sickness that came from seeing what most likely used to be his partner. His breath is shaky, noisy.//

Well, I can't. Really say anything about this. Its horrifying.

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(There is a voice, just beyond Dice's shoulder.)

Hello again, my friend. I see your birthday is going... well. I've left a gift for you on the porch.

It's a shame we had to end our meeting so... abruptly. As promised, I won't touch your brats. For now. It's too bad about that partner of yours, though they were a delight.

They screamed like a little bitch the entire time.

//They tense, just slightly. Preferably, he'd wait for the children to be distracted, but instead, they immediately leave the kitchen to pick up the package and throw it away. Dim mumbles his response.//

Good. Good. My birthday is... Well, I'm sure you know how I feel about it, seeing as you know all this information.

I- yes. I'm sure he was. He's always been lovely to talk to, or to interact with.

//he doesn't respond to the screaming comment, instead just picking up the package with the full intention of throwing it away without looking at what's inside//

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was a surprise... 🖍️

right, i'll um, ask next time. we can make you a new cake!!!! wait, do you like cake? or pies? we could make a pie! they got fruits in them so there good for you :3 🐁

I know. Its alright, we'll just.. have to replace the oven before we do any of that. You somehow managed to burn out the wiring. But yes, please ask next time. Why don't you three go to my Chambers and get a board game from there, hm?

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!!!!!! SNOW 🖍️

//karnie is more than happy to jump into the fluffy white substance as it coats the floor as well. at least the fire is put out//

...sorry about your cake. and the oven. and the kitchen. 3: are you ok papa?? 🐁

It's not snow to my knowledge. More carbon dioxide.

//He picks Karnie up from the substance so the other doesn't loose oxygen//

It's quite alright, Mort. Just alarm me if you want to bake, next time? We can make something together.

//he thought about the words from the person whom had caused the injuries. Maybe their word was right.//

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papa what is that thing? do u even know how to use it????

//karnie, in creature form, is in the kitchen running tiny thimbles of water from the sink to the burning oven. its sadly ineffective//

I have absolutely no idea, but I am figuring it out here and now. How lovely is that.

//Dice grips the extinguisher tight and activates it, stumbling slightly but balancing himself as foam sprays out of it, causing the oven to be covered in foam. At least the fire seems to be out.//

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ummmm its in the kitchen. in the oven. me n karnie are bakin u a cake but we had to cook it really really fast

A cake is baked with time?? It's nigh impossible to bake one fast.

//They sigh, grabbing the fire extinguisher and moving to the kitchen, holding it ready as one would hold a cat//

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//the creature wiggles its way into dim's beard for a much needed nap. it's content with a bit of quiet time on the couch. mousie on the other hand...//

hey papa? how u put out a fire?? 🐁

//Dimitri slowly turns to face Mort, a look of absolute horror on his face. He quickly gets up//

Where is the fire and how did it start.

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don't, you'll-youll hurt, your..

//it tries to push dim away so he won't injure himself further, but the fluff is too comfy to resist. sleepy, it falls into a more comfortable form of a baby crow, warm and content if still anxious for him//

And I'm alright with that. It'll heal in time. But for now, you should rest, get your energy back.

//They sigh softly at its insistence on healing wounds that should have simply been bandaged. Still, he holds Ren close, moving back downstairs after putting a shirt on in order to enjoy a soft moment on the couch for relaxation//

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//it takes a while, but it's eventually set. it's not healed by any means, but now the wing should heal properly over time. the child's passive influence seems to have closed the wounds around the injury, but it can't do much more than that. it's already exhausted//

m sorry. dimi im sorry 🧃

Dear, its fine. Its not your fault, and you shouldn't be expected to even have to deal with this.

//Dimitri turns around to face the child and gently encases it in his wings, the fluff soft. Even if it still does hurt, he doesn't care, wanting to comfort Ren before anything//

You have nothing to apologise for. Alright?

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//ren hops up on the bed to get the proper height. the wound looks... it steadies its hands, willing them to stop shaking before carefully grabbing the mangled wing and getting to work//

s-sorry, if this hurts. she really... im sorry. just, be still

It's quite alright. You can't help it, after all. A wound is bound to hurt.

//They can't help but tense at the pinpricks of pain, but force their body to relax. Keeping their breathing calm, he clenshes his hands together. He's doing his very best at staying still, sometimes shuddering or flaying slightly, but otherwise still as a statue.//

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//karnie curls up on the couch without bothering with his shoes or coat. mousie darts into the kitchen, prepared to make dim a special birthday treat in secret. ren puts its things away and quietly heads to dims room, knocking on the door//

you'll have to set it back in place. do you want help dimi? 🧃

//he opens the door, looking a bit tired//

Yes, that would be quite helpful. I. I can't reach that far back.

//They step aside to let Ren in, closing the door behind it before taking off his shirt, revealing the still slowly bleeding wound and the broken appendage that twitches when he tries to splay it out to make it easier//

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//mousie wants to say more, but ren fixes her with a look. she grumbles to herself, kicking her feet against the ground//

i just wanna celebrate... 🐁

maybe we can play a board game? i-its up to dimi, really 🧃

A board game sounds fine. May just need to fix my outfit up once we've arrived home. I would prefer to be comfortable. And we can always celebrate later, if need be.

//he smiles softly, with them arriving back home relatively quickly. Opening the door, they shed the jacket and left the children in the living room for a bit in order to fix themself up and bandage the wounds.//

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its your BIRTHDAY we HAVE to get PIZZA AND PAPA!!! 🐁

//she grabs his hand and starts pulling him faster to the house. karnie has decided to wrap itself around his leg, too sleepy to walk//

//they stumble from the child wrapped around their leg, having to pull away from Mort for a second in order to take Karnie into his arms. He doesn't show any signs of weakness as he follows Mort//

Calm down. We do not need either of those. I would much rather have it be a calm day instead of having it be loud and full of festivities and activities.

//He does not want to think about their partner.//