#creatageneticist

[davestr1d3r-blog]

@creatageneticist

dave looks at karkat in this moment, with the sky as grey and shaggy as his hair, and remembers a conversation in which karkat had reminded him dave needn’t ever pick up a blade again.

the universe is being ironic again, because, god, everything about this is all wrong. perhaps that’s just what dave gets for wishing for things he can never have. things like forever, things like a peaceful existence, things like – dare he say it ? – karkat.

so he’ll do what he does best: make this memory nothing more than a briefly noted thought, analytical rather than emotional, and get the hell on with it. with the barest hint of a smirk, he says,

⚙ – reckon you can go fifty five minutes without your powers ⚙ – pussy

[isolaradiale]

Carrying him over from CA, here's Karkat Vantas from Homestuck! His app is under /app. Thanks for playing.

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Karkat!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 247.

You will retain all weapon and power unlocks!

– mod pleiades.

[bliindary]

@creatageneticist

[it never fails to impress how much one troll can talk so loudly. Then again, it’s probably the only efficient way you are ever going to find someone here. Unless you go completely blind and take Terezi’s route of licking everything... ew, no thank you. You aren’t that desperate yet.]

[So you come behind the other, placing a hand over Karkat’s head, rubbing his hair, messing up the other’s hair much more then it probably was.]

SOLLUX: 0h yeah. i can already tell that’s y0u KK. your height says everything. SOLLUX: at least i don’t have t0 see y0u c0mpletly t0 kn0w wh0 i’m talking t0. then again, this is pr0bably half y0ur fault.~

[He’s teasing of course. Being blind and lispless is the best thing that could have ever happened to you.]

[timelordtm]

“ look who’s there. ” it was familiar, to be chained to dreams of a scratched past impossible to forget, for fate itself made sure to engrave each tear of it onto his very brain -of a constant frown and walls of gray text in capslock on a pesterchum window trying to screech at him for even daring to breathe, eyes in pitch black and yellow sclera whom he could swear he had seen a spark of that very same carmine glazing his own eyes. something nostalgic, something he had grown fond of within the sweet lullabies of time. “ i thought you were but something i’ve been dreaming of. ” he wasn’t sure the other would catch the drift. wouldn’t be surprising, to say the least.

@creatageneticist / starter call

[gottagobaby]

Mini starter for @creatageneticist.

[To: Karkat | From: Kid Cobra]

[Txt] yo hey you karla [Txt] the manager dude for then van towns?

[justicescales]

@creatageneticist

K4RK4T

[You find him at the second (2nd) Can Town you go to, which is pretty great considering there are six of them.

Basically immediately upon getting his attention, you walk over and wrap your arms around him. Sometimes you forget how much you miss him until he’s next to you.]

H4V3 1 3V3R TOLD YOU

HOW MUCH 1 4DM1R3 YOU?

[bliindary]

@creatageneticist

SOLLUX: oh wow look at you, you can actually clean up niice. ju2t a2 good a2 ii can. SOLLUX: are you bored out of your miind that youll be leaviing thii2 place or are you actually enjoyiing your2elf here.

[justicescales]

@creatageneticist

K4R... K4T...?

[His name fills the air before you even consciously register what you’re seeing.]

[You see him running towards you. You see your sword being grabbed. You see him falling into the burning red mass.]

K4RK4T!

[You say it again, this time with more surety. This time with urgency. You don’t know how he caught your eye. Maybe it was just the particular combination of black and grey, the accents of orange. Maybe you’ve been looking for him ever since you woke up, even after Aradia told you he wasn’t here. Maybe, even though you can’t see through your nose as well anymore, you’d recognize his scent anywhere.]

[You run across the narrow, pedestrian littered street, pushing past the few humans who saunter in your way. You duck into the wide, empty alley that you spotted his nubby little horns in. You almost skid to a stop. You almost fall on your face. When you’re finally standing in front of him, when he’s finally close enough to touch, you breathe. You fall to your knees. You wrap your arms around him. You finally close your eyes, allowing the tears pricking at the corners of them begin their descent down your cheeks.]

[You’ve missed him.]

[You’ve missed him so much.]