hey guys, I just wanted to let everyone know that the mini-contest I had the other day has been decided, and that imaginationcircut and dave-stridlediddle were the winners! They've already recieved askbox messages about it, but I wanted to thank everyone else for reblogging/liking! I'll probably do another one of these in the near future, so keep a lookout :) thanks again <3
Like, when you go to the submit page, under the tags, there's three options- submission, fill and request. Which one(s) do I pick if I want to be a participant? Sorry for confusing you! xD
It's fine, I get it now haha! Submission and Request, if I'm correct! (Although, Cara made those tags, so I'll check over that with her later ^^)
To be a participant in this, do I use the submission or request button on the submit page? I'm assuming submission is referring to the thing you made for whoever you were assigned to, but I want to make sure :)
You submit your form on the submission page, yes. I'm not sure what you mean by a request button though...? Could you explain more?
If I'm on a plane trip for over an hour and a half (even if it's not even two hours) I get sick and takes me nearly thee days to recover...
When I was moving back to Missouri from England, my brother, mom, and I were on the planes together. We had to switch flights in Denver, Colorado, but something about the plane ride messed with my brother's inner ear and he threw up allllllll over the airport floor and my mom's shoe. It scarred me for life.
I'm assuming you wanted <3 for all of those, so here you go! (and since you asked for Karezi MWAH kisses on your face)
I've never roleplayed Jade and I wanted it to be something canonish if at all possible/I wanted to try something new with Karezi/I've actually never really roleplayed DaveJohn, but I hope you like these!
(also I don't know if you saw the giveaway I'm doing or not but since these are decentish length fanfics if you want me to hand write them and send you a letter like I said I'd be willing to do for the giveaway, I'd be happy to ~ Either way, enjoy!)
KAREZI
You can practically feel Karkat's stare from across the room, but you're too busy with your drawing. He's asked at least 413 times (okay, maybe it was more like 41 but STILL) to see what you've been working so hard on, but you've refused each time. You take a quick sniff over your shoulder, checking for any sign the stupid idiot is heading over. Good, he's given up for now.
Humming, you continue to move the red chalk in a smooth, even line. Red is the best color and, incidentally, the last one you need to finish your masterpiece. The last flourishing line complete, you contemplate it contentedly. As tempting as it is to run your tongue along the flavors that are bursting out of the image, you deny the impulse. Karkat has to see what you've drawn first!
Your dragon cosplay will make the perfect disguise. Pulling the hood down low over your eyes, you creep slowly up to Karkat, the drawing held behind your back. Pouncing on your defenseless prey-you-mean-Karkat, you claim a seat on his warm lap.
“What the hell are you doing?” grumbling, he places one arm around you, holding you in place so you don't accidentally tumble off the chair. “Finally decided I'm worthy of attention again, have you?”
“I don't know what you're talking about.” Best pouty face on, you manage an absolutely devastated look. Karkat cracks in a matter of seconds.
“Look, I'm sorry okay? You've just been so busy with whatever shitty project you have going on, and while I understand you're working hard with Dave on whatever comic idea he's pulled out of his ass this time, I just thought I'd get a little fucking atten-” you shut him up, lips pressed sweetly against his for a moment before you withdraw, cheeks flushed light teal. Without a word, you present him with your piece de resistance, your life's work, your masterpiece.
There's two trolls on the flimsy piece of paper, one wearing a charmingly red dragon cape, the other in unflattering grey and black, with just a hint of red beneath the grumpy exterior. They're standing in a deep green meadow, and above them, a licorice sky sparkles with pinpricks of lemon. A giant cherry heart encircles them, the unbroken lines painstakingly smooth and soft against the background of sky and earth. Three words have been added to the bottom, alternating teal and red letters.
1 LOV3 YOU
END KAREZI
DAVEJADE
You're still giggling when he finds you, your hands pressed deep into a spray of colorful flowers. “Got you!” you exclaim, pulling the grumpy frog from its hiding place. Sneezing from the sudden burst of pollen in your face, you drop the frog. Lunging forwards in a desperate attempt to recapture Mr. Froggy, you find yourself colliding with a pair of jean-clad legs.
“Captain Strider to Commander Harley, this is not an invasion I repeat this is not an invasion disarm your missiles and stand by.” Dave's voice is dry as ever, but you're pretty sure he sounds slightly breathless from the sudden buttplant he was forced to execute from your unexpected tackle.
“Sorry Captain Strider! Missiles have been disarmed, standing by to receive more information!” Pressing yourself up into a sitting position, you smile down at him, wondering why Dave has his hands folded awkwardly over his chest. Mock-groaning, he stretches, mouth opening wide as he yawns.
“We've captured an escaped prisoner. Permission to release the slimy little guy? I'm pretty sure he's giving me a death glare and I don't want to die from fucking toad exposure I mean that's basically the least sexy and hot death although Bro would probably give it points for being ironic as shit-” You can't help it, you're on the ground again, rolling around trying to contain the laughter spilling out of you. Dave's leaning on one elbow, watching you with a strange expression taking the place of his usual perfect poker face. Gasping, you finally manage to stop laughing and gasping long enough to notice just how full of grass your hair is now.
“Oh come on Dave, that's a toad and you know it!” you halt a moment, wondering what's wrong with what you just said. “Oh come onnnn,” you groan when he raises an eyebrow at you, body shaking with silent laughter, “I meant to say frog. Give him here.”
Leaning over Dave, you gently press your hands against his. Concentrating on gently retrieving the frog, you don't notice how close you are to him, or the fact that your hands are now pressed against his chest, just above where his heart is.
“Got you, Mister-” you try to exclaim, but you realize Dave is saying something. It sounds like something along the lines of “yes, you do” but you're sure that you've misheard.
Moments later, you're much less unsure with his soft, sweet lips pressed against your own. The frog escapes, and after Dave's brushed all the grass out of your hair, the two of you go hunting for more, fingers entwined in a warm embrace.
You've never been so happy in your entire life.
END DAVEJADE
DAVEJOHN
Floating far above you, you can tell he's in the middle of some intricate air ballet or something else equally dorky and stupid. His feet dance through the streams of powerful wind, while yours are firmly planted to the worn stone beneath you. You can't help it, you sigh with just a little bit of longing.
You didn't think John would be able to hear you above the bustling winds, but he's definitely noticed you awkwardly shuffling around, waiting for the ballet to be over.
“Dave!” That's all the warning you get. Mayday mayday fucking mayday, all hands lost you're fucking FLYING and as much as you trust John and his windy powers, you aren't sure you're willing to risk everything for a chance at some ballroom dancing in the air. It would be just your luck if John did drop you and Sburb decided it was some kind of fucking heroic death.
“Daaaaave. You can open your eyes, I'm not going to drop you.” His breath is warm against your face. Startled, your eyes snap open. Shit. You hadn't heard him coming.
“And don't make that face at me. I didn't sneak up on you,” he continues, hood whipping in the winds holding him up, “you were the one who decided to take a nap while I tried to show you how wonderful it is to fly!”
Your mouth falls open at the untruth of that statement, but you quickly close it again. Cautiously sitting up, you groan. “Next time, let me know before you do something like that, alright prince?” John's face is -adorably- confused as he tries to puzzle out your disgruntled reply.
“Prince?” he finally asks.
“Prince Aladdin or some shit like that. Don't tell me you never watched those movies as a kid, you deprived fuck.” You know you've said the wrong thing when his eyes light up, the stable winds beneath you moving and forming an almost carpet-like ride.
“I can show you-” John is about to start singing when you decide you're not going to stand for this, you've never been Princess Jasmine and you sure as hell aren't starting now. Your lips seem to be adequate in silencing him, and you continue to ensure his silences as the two of you continue to soar effortlessly through the sky.
