GET OUT OF MY BLOCK

NAMES KARKAT. PEOPLE CALL ME KING THOUGH. DON'T ASK WHY JUST FUCKING GO WITH IT. I MADE THIS BLOG A LONG ASS TIME AGO AT THE RECOMMENDATION OF AN OLD FRIEND BUT. WELL LET'S JUST SAY THINGS HAVE CHANGED. GO AHEAD AND CHAT WITH ME I GUESS IF YOU WANT. I'M NOT THE BEST CONVERSATIONALIST BUT I TRY.

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((Usually I can just shrug the anon bullshit off i get every week but just. Can we fucking not today? Like literally can you just. Leave me alone? You're just being assholes and wasting your breath. Yeah you may make me feel shitty for awhile but that's nothing worse than my usual mood drops. And besides. That's all you get. A few moments of me feeling bad. It won't make me quit rping. It won't make me stop trying to interact and have fun with my friends. And it sure as hell won't make me give up. So just stop. All you are is annoying.))

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once tom scharpling screamed breakaway by kelly clarkson and if you imagine its greg its priceless??? save m e

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Bobtail squid can control whether their skin is “sticky” or not so they can decide when sand and pebbles stick to them for camouflage.

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Well, aren’t they just so clever!

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MY BABU

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loving me must be so fucking hard i am so fucking sorry

[official-karkrab]

WHY THE FUCK TO PORN BLOGS KEEP FOLLOWING ME ALL OF A SUDDEN?? THE HELL DO YOU ALL WANT?? I DON’T WANT ANY. NO SOLICITORS. PLEASE LEAVE. 

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>For several beats, Blukat doesn’t say anything. Mostly because his mind is still sort of foggy from all the soft touches, but also partially because he’s wrestling to think of how to answer. All his suppressed pale feelings for this wonderful troll are suddenly scrambling about, scratching desperately at the back of his throat and he has to bite them down firmly.

>He wants to – god he wants to – he won’t. He can’t. Can’t confess, can’t lose King. Can’t see those eyes he loves fill with – with disgust, and hate, and – he drowns his feelings with a swallow and smiles.

IT’S 0KAY KING, REALLY, Y0U’RE N0T MAKING ME UNC0MF0RTABLE AT ALL! Y0U’RE MY BR0THER, I REALLY D0N’T MIND. THE LINE TENDS T0 BLUR A BIT WHEN FAMILIES INV0LVED EHEH.

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>During Blukat’s silence King feels himself holding his breath. And he feels...a wanting. As if he wants Blukat to say something so badly he can feel it tugging at his heart but. He isn’t sure what it is. And that much shows. Because his ears droop and his expression wavers for a moment.

BLUKAT I-

KING I SWALLOWED A CRAYON!!

>Caliborn’s voice cuts right through your thoughts. So much so that you flinch and blink a few times. Quickly you sit up and glare over at him with a look of complete exasperation.

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?? 

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0KAY BUT WE HAVE T0 MAKE SURE T0 BRING A L0T 0F WEED KILLER, AND P0SSIBLY A FLAMETHR0WER. THIS IS STANDARD EQUIPMENT F0R AN EXPL0RATI0N INT0 MY TIMELINE.

>Blukat chirps out a giggle, though it ends in a slight hiccup at King’s question. And for a second he somehow finds a way to tense, swallowing a little uncertainly as he forces his eyes open to gaze up at King. And suddenly there’s a tightness in his chest, something like shame.

0H I – N-N0. I D0N’T MIND AT ALL. Y0U’RE N0T MAKING ME UNC0MF0RTABLE IT’S 0KAY I – HEH. I HARDLY EVEN N0TICED, I’M T00 RELAXED.

[official-karkrab]

SOUNDS LIKE A COOL AS FUCK TIME TO ME. A REAL PARTY.

>King chews on the inside of his cheek, hands stilling again against his cheeks and eyes staring straight back into his. He isn’t sure where to go with this. He. Isn’t exactly sure why he even asked the question honestly. His cheeks flush a bit and he swallows down a bit of embarrassment.

OKAY...GOOD. I. UHM. I DIDN’T WANT TO. MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE BY THROWING PALE ON YOU OUT OF NOWHERE OR ANYTHING...

>He mutters softly, his cheeks darkening even more as he talks.

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HEHE N0TED. Y0U CAN HAVE ALL THE SALAD, I’LL STICK T0 MY MEAT.

>Blukat giggles, a strange little twisty note as he rubs his head lazily against King’s. It’s a bit uncoordinated and more just kind of bumping then rubbing, but he tries. He tries very hard. There’s a purr bubbling in his throat, quiet and deep with a little whistle to it.

IT – REALLY IS BEAUTIFUL. DANGER0US, YES, BUT BEAUTIFUL…I MISS IT S0METIMES.

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>He hums softly in response, cracking his eyes open and sitting his chin down on his chest to look up at him.

WE’LL HAVE TO GO VISIT IT SOMEDAY. IT WOULD BE NICE TO SEE WHERE YOU CAME FROM.

>He pauses for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip and letting out a breath through his nose.

HEY...IT DOESN’T. BOTHER YOU...THAT I’M PAPPING AT YOUR FACE, RIGHT? CAUSE I CAN STOP. I DON’T MEAN TO MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE.

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I W0ULD. I MEAN, I W0ULD IF I DIDN’T KN0W IT’D MAKE ME REALLY SICK. CURSE MY ST0MACHS REJECTI0N 0F FRUITS AND VEGETABLES.

>Blukat gazes up at him in slight uncertainty, a little worried by the flicker of emotion in King’s eyes. But then his brothers hands are moving again and his eyes immediately drop shut, what little tension that had begun to build melting away in an instant.

0N MY PLANET BLUEBELLS W0ULD PLAY REALLY S0FT MUSIC WHENEVER IT RAINED…I NEVER REALLY KNEW WHY. I THINK MAYBE THEY JUST LIKED GETTING WET. BUT IT WAS SUCH PRETTY S0UND…

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NO SALAD FOR YOU. NOT ALLOWED.

>He laughs softly, just shifting to bury his face against his shoulder. He feels calm, like this. Calmer than he has been in awhile. But then again he usually finds himself becoming calmer around his brother.

I STILL REALLY WANT TO SEE YOUR PLANET...YOU’LL HAVE TO SHOW ME SOMEDAY.

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SO WE’RE KIND OF CODDLED AWAY IN THE SAME BOAT. INTERACTION HASN’T BEEN MY FORTE SINCE MY SESSION. SO WE’LL JUST SWEEP THAT MISUNDERSTANDING UNDER THE RUG BECAUSE WHO ACTUALLY SPRING CLEANS WHEN YOU CAN SHOVE EVERYTHING BENEATH THE FURNITURE. MY ROOMMATE, THAT’S WHO. AND I GUESS i’M A CULPRIT TOO, GIVEN THAT I’D PREFER OUR FEUD BE FORGOTTEN THERE AS WELL. I’M NOT EXACTLY FOLLOWING, BUT I HAVEN’T EXACTLY HEARD OF A HORRORTERROR OR.. MAYBE I’M NOT REMEMBERING IT?? MY MEMORY ISN’T ALL ON PAST DIALECTS. 

MOST OF US DON’T EVEN REMEMBER,

 BUT I DO FOR THE MOST PART. I GUESS.. YOU’LL HAVE TO, UH, INTRODUCE US SOMETIME. MY LIFE COULD USE A LITTLE MORE COMEDIC RELIEF OTHER THAN BARNEY SAYING LEGENDARY EVERY FIVE SECONDS. 

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SAME THOUGH. BEEN THAT WAY EVER SINCE MY SESSION. NOT THAT I WAS MISTER COMMUNICATION BEFORE THEN EITHER IF I’M BEING REAL FUCKING HONEST WITH MYSELF.

OH I’M SURE HE’S ALREADY GLANCED OVER THIS CONVERSATION AND IS ALL KINDS OF GRINS BECAUSE OF WHAT I SAID. I’M SURE HE’LL POP UP AT SOME POINT. BUT IF NOT I’LL POINT HIM IN YOUR DIRECTION.

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Y0U W0ULD BE IF Y0U WERE L00KING INT0 A MIRR0R~! 

>Blukat laughs, as best he can given his otherwise totally melted state, fingers lazily kneading King’s shirt as he blinks up at him. There’s a slight fog in his eyes, a good kind, warm and content and open trust. Though there’s a slight flicker of concern when King’s hand suddenly still, squirming ever so slightly in response.

MMMN – ? 0H! G00D THEN, YES. I SHALL BE BLUEBELL AND Y0U SHALL BE RASPCHERRY AND T0GETHER WE ALM0ST MAKE A FRUIT SALAD.

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MM. I DON’T THINK PEOPLE WOULD EAT A SALAD WITH A BERRY HYBRID AND BLUEBELLS.

>He mutters absently, leaning down to press their foreheads together. He’s quiet for a bit, hands slowly starting to pap and move as they were before. His brows knit together and he smiles, pecking his nose.

THOUGHT I THINK I’D TRY IT AT LEAST ONCE.

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NOT REALLY. THE STRANGE PART HAPPENS TO BE I’M NOT EXACTLY AGAINST IT. IT’S.. FUNNY. AS IN, I ACTUALLY FOUND HUMOR IN THE FACT SOME ALTERNATE OF MINE IS WANDERING AROUND WITH THE FUCKING TITLE OF A KING. I’M NOT AGAINST IT AND DON’T TAKE ANYTHING I SAY SERIOUS. I CALL EVERYONE DIRT. MUD? YEAH NOT. THAT’S WET DIRT. 

UGH. LOOK. MAYBE IT’S NOT A GREAT IDEA TALKING TO ME. I’M PRETTY OFFENSIVE AND I LACK ANY FUCKING CLASS. IT’S JUST.. BEEN A WHILE SINCE I’VE TALKED TO ANYONE. YEARS EVEN. I’M NOT EXACTLY POLISHED ON THIS. 

AND WHAT THE FUCK IS A TARKAT?? 

[official-karkrab]

IT’S WHATEVER. I’M NOT VERY GOOD AT IT MYSELF. I’M JUST. TRYING TO PUSH MYSELF. BECAUSE I’VE BEEN SPENDING TO MUCH TIME LOCKED AWAY TERRIFIED OF INTERACTING WITH NEW PEOPLE.

I’M NOT EXACTLY MISTER SWEET SUNSHINE MYSELF. THOUGH I AM WAY MORE GENTLE THAN I USED TO BE. I GUESS. SO DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT.

TARKAT IS. UHM. HOW DO I EXPLAIN TARKAT....HE’S AN US. BUT AN US THAT IS PART HORRORTERROR. AND HE’S. A BIG GOOF. BUT HE’S A WONDERFUL BIG GOOF WHO IS. VERY FUNNY AND KIND. BUT ALSO LIKE. THE BEST AT COMING UP WITH NICKNAMES.

omfg

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This fucking vine I s2g. Like if there is a day I don’t reblog this I may actually be dead