👁👄👁 also very belated but free to do this with any muse of mine across any blogs if u still accepting KASDJF
Send 👁👄👁 for a shit post edit of your fucking muse!
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👁👄👁 also very belated but free to do this with any muse of mine across any blogs if u still accepting KASDJF
Send 👁👄👁 for a shit post edit of your fucking muse!
YOU GOT G4M3S ON UR PHON3
@redshcdes asked: ❝ did you come by for a reason or did you just want some company? ❞
CONVERSATIONAL SENTENCE STARTERS // accepting
TO BE HONEST Karkat had no idea what he was doing here. Was he lonely? Obviously. Was it a good idea to show any bit of vulnerability to the teal blood? Absolutely fucking not. “Company sounds fine. I’m just fucking bored and you’re the only one nearby enough to bother, so here I am. You’re stuck with me now, so fucking deal with it.” He crossed his arms, his usual grumpy expression that he was known for not wavering from his face. Okay, so, maybe he genuinely just wanted her company specifically, but again, that would be a terrible thing to say. He didn’t want her to get the wrong idea, or maybe it was the right idea. As if he knew. Point was, he wasn’t the type to be entirely honest with his words or feelings, though he would have described himself as blunt and honest. At least he was honest about one thing; how much he hated himself. Though most were probably tired of hearing him bitch about himself.
* @redshcdes / starter!
“Can you fucking BELIEVE she insulted my sweater? It was even a POLITE insult, which is honestly worse. Like, if you’re gonna shit on my wardrobe at LEAST put some real goddamn hate into it! Not this half-assed gentle beating around the bush nonsense...”
There he goes, ranting on and on about some comment Kanaya made -- truly, something so miniscule and insignificant that he should’ve just brushed it aside, but he’s Karkat fucking Vantas. That’s not how he works.
“And the AUDACITY to ask why I never alchemized a new outfit -- WHY would I do that?! The sweater is fine! It’s comfortable! I don’t need to flaunt around in some stupid FANCIFUL COSTUME. And anyways, I had more IMPORTANT shit to be doing than, I don’t know, throwing my clothes on the alchemiter with random bullshit to try and find a combination that doesn’t make me look like an absolute fucking CLOWN. Who has time for that?!”
@redshcdes pinged for a chum !
❝ dear, you’re staggering a tad.. are you alright ? ❞
@redshcdes Ⅱ meme « i’m the supreme overlord of owning people to death. »
﹂⌥﹁ Ⅱ “Well. ‘Own’ me hard enough and maybe one day you’ll actually kill me.”
@redshcdes asked: FUCKING shoves him. ( <3 )
“KICKING CHRIST IN A BIG OL’ DIRTY DIAPER -- !!” Well THAT startled him.
Once he realizes the shove actually came from a friend and not a foe, his shoulders relax. Then, a smile comes to his face as laughter bubbles from his chest. She got him good! Seems right he only repays her with a playful shove back.
Well, what he thinks is playful. Growing up completely alone for most of his adolescence, with his only physical contact being beasts attempting to murder him and a robot programmed to attack him on sight, Jake struggles a bit with gauging these sorts of things. His handshakes are death-grips, his hugs make cobra snakes feel inferior...
And he basically just full-force attempted to pushed Terezi over.
> -- Fresh off of Trollian with Terezi, it takes you a moment to actually orient. It’s been so long since you’ve seen her, and it is hard to focus on her energy. But you manage to, after a moment. She’s universes away, in a place you haven’t been. Hrm.
The portal of Void is smoky, as it opens in her reality. And from within, steps a black clad figure. Gracefully, footfalls are made and the doorway vanishes. Hair falls like silky spiderwebs behind them, as they glance about for the Pyrope.
“Terezi?”
Hurls a rock at Alastor's window.
Hurls his window at Terezi.