#karkatsollux

[austrichegg]

Post five nice things about yourself then share this with 10 of your followers. Let's spread the positivity!

1. I’m usually a pretty good person, I think.

2. I’m a good writer.

3. I have good taste in music.

4. I believe in the best of people.

5. I try my best not to hate anyone.

[theatheneum]

AUTHOR: roachpatrol CAST: Karkat♥Sollux, Kanaya♦Sollux, Karkat♦Kanaya RATING: Explicit WORD COUNT: 10102 ADDITIONAL TAGS: dubcon, body horror, altered consciousness, cordyceps zombie EXCERPT: “So where’d you get that from?” Sollux asks. “What?” you ask. “Your seeping arm wound. Have you been rolling in those corpses your dad brings home or what?” “Hey, at least my dad leaves the hive now and then,” you protest. You rub at your arm a little. “It’s just… I dunno, some kind of infection. I’ve been giving it air, you’re supposed to do that with infections.” “Karkat, there is actual stuff growing out of that infection.” You shrug. “Yeah, I guess.” You don’t really want to admit to cutting yourself during sickle practice. “No big deal, man, it’ll clear up.” rec'd by stheere

[homestuckshippingnames]

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[homestuckshippingnames]

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[homestuckshippingnames]

[theatheneum]

AUTHOR: Grimreaperchibi CAST: Sollux♥Karkat, Gamzee♦Karkat; Kankri, Signless, Psiioniic, Mituna RATING: M WORD COUNT: 11015 ADDITIONAL TAGS: complete, cyberpunk, helmsmen, body horror, violence SUMMARY: Karkat Vantas wasn't a revolutionary. He was a kid who got pissed off when a group of bullies took what was his. A cyberpunk interpretation of the psionic-helmsman situation and an excuse to have Karkat be a BAMF. Because that doesn't happen as often as it should. EXCERPT: It started with finding out what was so special about a ‘psionic.’ From there, it was a crash course into the subversive, abusive slavery that founded the very tool he used to learn about it all. Psionics were used as controllers, amplifiers, and maintainers of the internet, their extra-mental powers translated into electrical impulses that kept the vast Empire functioning at its break-neck speed. Of course, the Government called it “Special Service,” made it sound prestigious and glorious, practically groomed such individuals from the cradle up that it was the most important thing they could do with their lives. The truth, however, was that the body was shoved into a machine and locked there, kept just alive enough so that the brains that made all the marvelous cogs of the regime turn remained active and functioning. There they’d stay until their powers burned out, death the only way to end “service.” It made him sick. It made him angrier. More than anything, though, it made Karkat act. He couldn’t just sit idly by in his scrap of safety knowing what even that much had cost. So he began digging further, looking, learning, always searching for something even he barely understood, a concept that couldn’t be proven—the ghost in the machine. rec'd by marginallyflailing

[theatheneum]

AUTHOR: Quixotic CAST: Sollux♥Karkat, Sollux♦Rose, Terezi♥Karkat, Rose♥Dave , Tavros♦Terezi, Aradia♦Sollux RATING: T WORD COUNT: 20827 ADDITIONAL TAGS: incomplete, illustrated, trollstuck, urban fantasy AU, SUMMARY: A sweep out of secondary training and down almost every friend he's ever had, Karkat Vantas is stuck eking out an unsatisfying existence as a supposed rust blood in the empire's lowest pay grade. It isn't until his college flush crush Sollux Captor returns out of nowhere one night, boasting strange new knowledge and powers, that he's pulled into something greater. Because not only is the bright red blood he's spent his whole life hiding from of the utmost importance, it is literally divine. EXCERPT: Karkat would always remember exactly four things about the night that Sollux Captor left. The first thing he would remember was the pitiful look on his face. He’d just returned to the U of C campus’ lowblood dwellings, back from a long evening of banging his head against a library table, and honestly hadn’t expected to see his blockmate at all. Sollux’s schedule had gotten more and more erratic as the last few weeks had ticked on, and by Karkat’s count he was missing far more than an acceptable amount of classes. Not to mention not doing his homework, sleeping, or even bothering to stop and say hi, thank you very fucking much. While slightly easier to talk to, Aradia seemed to have no useful insight into the situation at all, and what she did say was vague to the point of uselessness. Like there was something she couldn’t tell him. It was in that state of fruitless irritation that he threw open the door of their shared respiteblock, hoping above all else that he would simply be able to flop onto his resting slab and not move for the next few hours. What he did instead was freeze in the doorway out of utter confusion, eyes wide and settled on just one thing: Sollux Captor, packing his bags in a tear-stained panic. rec'd by marginallyflailing

[astraldeveloper]

bbr prompt: lost in the woods

they are gonna get eaten by a slenderman or something, karkat is absolutely sure of it