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ATTENTION: GRUBFISTED DOUCHEBAGS, CRETINOUS ASSNUGGETS AND GENERAL ADORING PUBLIC.
IT'S COME TO MY ATTENTION THAT I'VE BEEN HERE BEFORE.
AND BY 'COME TO MY ATTENTION', I MEAN
ASSHOLES KEEP COMING UP TO ME AND TELLING ME THEY KNOW ME.
NEWSFLASH, MORONS.
I HAVE NO IDEA WHO ANY OF YOU FUCKERS ARE.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE DEAL IS WITH ANY OF THESE ASS RETARDED TIME SHENANIGANS AROUND THIS MAGGOT-RIDDEN YEAST-INFESTED MISSING SPECK ON THE MAP, BUT I DON'T REMEMBER BEING HERE BEFORE.
SURPRISE SURPRISE!
I DON'T REMEMBER A SINGLE ONE OF YOU.
I DON'T REMEMBER ANYONE I WAS FRIENDS WITH.
I DON'T REMEMBER IF I HAD ANY ENEMIES.
I DON'T REMEMBER IF I WAS IN A RELATIONSHIP OR WHATEVER.
THE ONLY THING I DO REMEMBER IS THE FACT THAT I CANNOT REMEMBER ANYTHING.
I'M NOT ASKING FOR ANSWERS
BECAUSE PAST-KARKAT'S BUSINESS IS PAST-KARKAT'S BUSINESS.
I DON'T ACTUALLY REMEMBER WHY I STARTED WRITING THIS.
MAYBE I DO WANT ANSWERS.
SO.
I GUESS THAT'S IT.
WE'RE DONE HERE.
THIS WAS A PSA BROUGHT TO YOU BY SOMEONE AWESOME.
OH, ACTUALLY
JADE ARE YOU BUSY?
LET'S HANG OUT BEFORE I HAVE A BRAIN ANEURYSM.

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[ there's no way karkat is letting eridan get back up. within a second he's in close proximity, pushing him flat and sitting on his chest, pinning down his arms. the rain beats down on his back, chilling his skin and numbing his nerves. even the throbbing pain in his mouth and along his cheek and jawline is becoming more and more pleasantly dull. he almost forgets they're there.

if glares were deadly, karkat's would be burning holes through eridan. he wants to tear his throat and watch him bleed out. he wants to rip each limb off one-by-one and listen to his screams. the memory of the gaping hole in feferi's stomach pushes rage out of his every pore. the memory of kanaya's corpse bleeding on the lab floor. ]

I'm not going to be your kismesis. [ is what he hisses out in a fine splatter of cherry red. he digs his nails into eridan's arms. ] I'd rather kill myself than do something that would make you happy.

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[Eridan can do little to actually fend off Karkat at this point, so him being pushed flat on his back is an easier task than what Eridan would actually want to admit--and when karkat sits on his chest, it causes the seadweller to cough. Though, the extra pressure on his lungs is the least of his worries when he feels his arms get pinned. He shoots a glare at Karkat, writhing and wriggling, trying to get free of his grasp, but finding it to be increasingly difficult. He hisses in pain as he feels those nails dig in, causing him to snarl and growl.]

You fuckin' say that, but ewerythin' you'we done up till now has been ewery bit of a caliginous waltz and how you keep denyin' it is HYSTERICAL, Kar. The wery fact you're determined to drag this out in order to keep me from gainin' happiness seems pretty fuckin' hateful.

[He's grinning up at Karkat, despite the pain, despite the blood surely dripping and being splattered on him, despite this rather unfortunate position he's found himself in. You may deny it Karkat, but he suspects different.]

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[ there is some truth in eridan's words. karkat had been determined to forgive him for what he would have eventually done in the future, judging purely on how horrified he'd seemed by the idea when it was brought up. but it's that face—the nonchalant glares and the smug grins, that voice—the snarls and the growls, that make his memories crawl and thrash their way painfully to the surface and he knows he just can't do that.

he doesn't want to be eridan's kismesis. there is nothing in the world he wants less, but it's so, so hard not to hate the guy who murdered his close friends in cold blood. his grip slacks a little as he stops to chew on eridan's words.

he has nothing to say. no counter-argument, no witty retort. ]

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[He feels that slack in grip, and that's all Eridan needs, swiftly, he pulls his arms away from Karkat's hands. At first, to make this process easier, he aims a punch at Karkat's face. Just so he can disorient him enough to get the upper hand here. Now he places his hands on the others hips, grabbing firmly, and using his own body to halfway roll in order to knock Karkat off balance, so he can push Karkat over. The momentum behind the act is used in order to get on top of Karkat, while not sitting on him like the mutant had done before, more accurately he's bewteen the others legs, his hands grabbing Karkat's wrists, pinning him like he had done to the sea troll moments ago.]

What's the matter Kar? Don't got no argument, nothin' fuckin' witty to throw my fuckin' way? Is it because I hit the fuckin' nail on the godDAMN head? Don't ewen try and fuckin' deny it, I know where I stand with you, I know I'm within' the fuckin' pitchest parts a your goddamn filthy, disgustin, swill pumpin' wascular organ, don't ewen try to pretend otherwise. So stop tryin' to play hard to get, it's pointless, I know how you fuckin' feel Kar, you felt it before--and while it may not be a memory you fuckin' possess? It doesn't mean those feelin's can't be there again--and they are. I know they are. So stop this fuckin' pointless charade!

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[ he wasn't prepared for that. eridan's hands slip out of his grip way too easily, and before he's even got a chance to wrap his head around and properly process what's going on, the punch to the face sends him reeling again as stars dance before his eyes. he's pretty sure his nose is bleeding, but it's too hard to focus to be sure. the next thing he's aware of is staring up at eridan's disgusting face. his wrists ache from the weight pinning them to the ground and the feeling of eridan between his legs is a feeling he could have gone his entire life without having to feel. he's also all too aware of how right prince pouty is. karkat hates him more than he can even begin to understand, but he'd rather die than admit that. ]

Don't fucking project your wants on me, prince asshole! What you and past me had is dead and gone like the friends you killed, and it isn't coming back! The thing that you think we had doesn't exist anymore. Like your dignity, it's gone.

[ he kicks his legs out, thrashing against eridan's kind of inappropriate hold. ]

Now, get the fuck off of me before I skin you alive, you pathetic sack of shit!

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[Eridan doesn't make the same mistake Karkat did, he isn't going to let him get away, no, not until he gets what he wants, or something interrupts them, but even then he isn't going to relent. He knows what he wants and he'll be DAMNED if he isn't going to get it. He leans in, closer to Karkat, glaring metaphorical daggers at the repugnant troll. The troll of his pitchest fucking desires. Why did he have to make all of this so fucking unnecessarily difficult? His grip tightens exceedingly, wanting this to be every bit uncomfortable. Have Eridan an inch or two from your face there, Karkat.]

I'm not projectin' anything, you worthless fuckin' rube. What we had may be gone for the time bein' but I will fuckin' fan these fires of our riwalry, I'll make you see how much you're missin' out by tryin' to reject these pitchest a feelin's, Kar, you'll newer find someone more worthy a your fuckin' hate. Your disgust, your ewerything. You know I'm despicable, you know I make your fuckin' skin crawl, don't deny it. Oh and FUCK YOU, I didn't kill them you stupid fuck! I don't care what fuckin' lies and slander you want to try and sling at me, but I didn't do it for the last GODDAMN time!

[He sneers though, at the threat, each hate dripped word and syllable that Karkat sputters just doesn't help his cause, not at all. Eridan takes it all in stride, takes it as nothing but reciprocated flirting, so why the fuck was Karkat dragging this out? Why was he being so goddamn stubborn? It was infuriating--but perhaps that was his plan? Was this part of this fucking obsidian waltz he was taking him on, leading him on forever like this just to aggravate the Aquarius even further? It seemed to be the deal, so alright, if this was how you were going to play it Karkat, Eridan will just have to step it up. Not like you can fucking do much ANYWAYS.]

[Those few inches that he had given to Karkat? No longer a thing, he leans in, gnashing his teeth into Karkat's lip as he initiates the kiss, that's right Karkat, have a hate kiss, have those shark like teeth biting into your lip as he presses firmly into the pitch based act. Agitating the split even more, not caring about the disgusting blood that oozed from it or the others busted nose. He needed to get these feelings across to the troll beneath him and fuck words at this point. He's laying claim to whats his and that's fucking that.]

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[ karkat has never been so disgusted in his entire life. eridan's proximity is way too close for comfort and the feel of his words being breathed right onto karkat's skin is downright repulsive. he considers spitting more insults, more taunts, but reasons against it, because none of that would really go over well in this situation. that and the fact that eridan's weight is being concentrated almost solely on his skinny wrists is hard not to think about; the pain is constant and grating, so much so that karkat can barely think. he would consider trying to tear his arms out of that excruciating grip, but figures doing so would probably break them. he would like to get out of this with sustaining as little damage as possible. er, without sustaining any more damage, rather.

and then the kiss happens, and he's too busy being repulsed to think. the pain of eridan's razor-sharp shark teeth grinding into his lip is far, far worse than the pressure crushing his wrists. each movement of prince asshole's disgusting tongue on his tender flesh sends jolts of pain down his jaw, his rancid sour cherry blood running freely from the splits. instinctively, karkat's reaction is to jerk away as hard as he can, as he's sure any other troll would. the difference in the way he does so however is the fact that he's got nowhere to move to. his head bounces against the ground with a horrible, empty thud, the act making karkat's eyes lose focus and his head start to spin again.

this is degrading. this is disgusting, repulsive, demeaning and vile. he fights back with his own teeth, trying to catch eridan's lip each time he presses their mouths together. the idea of playing submissive and slacking his mouth comes to mind, if only to coax eridan's tongue inside so he can bite it clean off. ]

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[Eridan grins cruelly into the kiss, the disgust that Karkat was feeling basically exudes from him and it brings a certain satisfaction to the seatroll. He doesn't relent, keeping his and Karkat's damaged lips together, even sweeping his tongue over the aching wounds he had been the cause of. The taste of Karkat's rancid swill hardly registers, his mind too focused on crushing their lips together, agitating the oozing splits--which currently he's chewing on a part of Karkat's lip, firmly pressing his tongue against it and is soon sucking on it. His goal is to make it swell more, to make it bruise and just hurt.]

[He wants this kiss to leave Karkat aching, bleeding and miserable. And he shows no signs of relenting anytime soon, in fact, he brings Karkat's wrists together, quickly situating his hands to hold them with one, while his other makes its way to the mutant's head, twining in the messy black hair to crane his head to the side as he continues. He's relishing in this dominant hold he has over the Cancer, loving the power and control this was giving him and even with those sharp teeth trying to catch his own lips--a few times it does and soon the red is mixed with Eridan's rich purple--he still has the upper hand in this. But, those teeth, that fighting back, it merely feeds into Eridan's assumptions, if anything, confirming them in his mind. Good job, Karkat, there is literally no way to convince Eridan of thinking otherwise on how you feel about him, because at this point he knows.]

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[ eridan's hand in karkat's hair is pretty much the worst thing that could have happened. not only has he lost the use of both his arms (which still ache and are probably starting the show signs of very mutant red bruises), his upper body and around his waistline (the fact that eridan is between his legs is still weird as fuck), now he can't even move his head away from eridan's oral assault. his lips are shredded and swelling, painful blood blisters radiating from where eridan had sucked for just a little too long. he can't move his head enough to get even a moment of peace from the onslaught to calm the pain on his face. his nose is still bleeding from the punch earlier, as are the dozen or so little cuts caused by eridan's douchebag hipster rings. blood continuously runs into his mouth, and constantly having to swallow that filth is making his throat and stomach ache.

between the unending, manipulative kiss dominating his entire mouth and the blood filling his nose, the dramatic shortage of air is starting to make his head spin as he fights to inhale between bites and kisses. it's not all that easy to fight back when you're oxygen depraved. the last idea he has is to use his legs to attempt to push eridan off of him, or at least far enough so he can breathe again. ]

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[With that struggling, and the noticeable shift in trying to breath versus fighting back, Eridan decides that maybe he should end this painful kiss--feels his point has been made and if anything, his mark of claim as well. Though there are a few more moments of this torturous kiss, before one last sweep of his tongue over those bruised and battered lips, catching a good amount of that vile red and his lavish purple on the muscle as he reels back, staring down at Karkat with a sense of victory. Eying his handiwork with a certain fondness that is in such fashion a craftsman does his most recent masterpiece. He holds himself steady though, even with the pushing from Karkat, he succeeds in pressing him back a bit, but not enough to stop that hold he has.]

[Releasing the hold on his hair though, he trails his hand down the side of Karkat's cheek, letting his fingers curl and rest below his chin, swiping his thumb across the swollen and throbbing bottom lip he had left assaulted and bloody. After such an intense kiss, he can hardly see how Karkat can reject him, how he could possibly deny any of this.]

Kar, don't ewen try to deny this thing we hawe, it's pointless anymore.

[His mouth may be a bloody mess, mixes of red and purple clinging to his chin and mouth like a disoriented painter's canvas, with his rich purple still dripping and oozing from the cuts he's received from Karkat's own sharp teeth in his fits of retaliation, but he doesn't mind how it stings when he smirks, lording himself over the troll he's thoroughly dominated through such a pain filled kiss. Though, with the intensity of the kiss missing, the chilling cold of the rain that has been berating them the entire time is settling in, but it doesn't bother Eridan, no, if anything, it just sets this dramatic settling, makes this whole thing even better, because Eridan wouldn't have this any other way.]

[Him, over his kismesis, both bloody mouthed and aching, Karkat pinned beneath him while the rain as black as his feelings heavily pelts them, weighing down on them like the very emotions the seatroll is experiencing. Vriska and him may have caused never ending rivers of rainbow nebulizing like liquid fireworks through the stars had they been a thing, but even this outshines that poetic blather. Even if Eridan didn't quite believe in that fakey fake troll serendipity, this was nearly enough to make him play with the thought once again.]

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[ karkat still denies it and will continue to do so until his last shaking breath. this—everything, all of it—was not a mutual act of waxing black violence brought about by two accepted kismesis, no. all this was was eridan quadrant slutting all over him, desperate to turn his purely platonic hate into something deeper and more pitch. like karkat would ever let that happen. (that isn't to say that he couldn't break a hole through paradox space with how much he does hate him. but he knows admitting that this would probably be a great kismesissitude is exactly what eridan wants.)

as soon as the kiss is broken, he takes in a sharp inhale to cool his burning lungs. he can't think of a time where he's appreciated air any more than this particular moment. the chilling rain isn't so unwelcome either, though the pitch black of it is almost taunting him. it soothes his wounds and numbs the red hot ache in his lip. but then there's eridan's hideous, grubby fingers caressing his face and touching his wound again—an action that sends a fresh jolt of pain right down his spine.

in retaliation to eridan's words—is he gloating? what a douchebag—karkat growls through gritted teeth, which, much to his chagrin, is pretty much the only way he can speak currently, lest he unleash upon himself another healthy dose of mouth-based agony. ]

No. [ he turns his head to spit out another mouthful of putrid cherry vein waste. there's clearly some purple mixed in there, and the look of the two colors blending so harmoniously makes him want to gag. he struggles again, against the grip the other still has on his arms, shame crawling through his head as he notes that it only takes one hand to pin him down. his words drop out in a threatening hiss. ] Get the fuck off of me.

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...No?

Fuckin' no? After all a this, after this fuckin'--How audacious do you ewen hawe to be, Kar? Here you hawe fuckin' royalty offerin' themselwes to you, a chance to be in a fuckin' riwalry that would redefine the wery meanin' a kismesisitude with how epic it would be, we'd fuckin' raise the goddamn bar for what caliginous meant, we'd wreak this place asunder with the lewels a black hate our fuckin' riwalry would harbor. And you tell me no, fuckin' NO.

[He's shaking right now as he stares down in disbelief, brows furrowed, teeth gritting, eyes narrowed. He's tempted to just choke Karkat out at this point, but he resists the urge. Just setting for glaring down at him, as if his eyes could destroy the very atoms that made up the troll beneath him. As if he glowered hard enough, Karkat would cease to exist. This was so frustrating, why wouldn't Karkat just accept it as it is? He just couldn't fathom the reason he'd resist any further.]

I won't fuckin' mowe a goddamn inch till you either fuckin' throw me off somehow, which haha good fuckin' luck, or you admit to me what this is between us, you can't deny this bond between us forewer!

[That hand that had been almost gently holding Karkat's jaw now clenches at his chin, making sure Karkat is looking at him.]

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[ he bares his needle teeth at the grip eridan has on his chin. everything about the seadweller is repulsive, from the tips of his garish fingers down to the tips of his rancid toes. it hurts karkat's lips terribly to stretch into a snarl, agitating the already aching splits, but he can't help himself. pathetic little prince, so desperate to fill one of his passionate quadrants. it makes karkat's anger boil over, painful bubbles of pure rage settling in his stomach. he knows that he's walking a dangerous line at this point, but he doesn't care. this is something that eridan will not get. his eyes narrow, burning straight into the depths of those above him. though it isn't like he could look anywhere else even if he wanted to. ]

I’ll deny it all I fucking want! This is what's wrong with you; you think that because of your blood you're entitled to whatever you want. I hate you, Eridan. I hate you so fucking much I can barely stand to be around you. I want to tear your skin off with my bare fucking hands. You know that, I know that. But you know what? I'm not going to be your kismesis. I know that's exactly what you want from me, so I'm not going to give it to you.

[ clearly, that's one option down. negotiations are over, step away from the tables. it hurts like hell, but karkat struggles hard to get his arms back. the baby bruises barely starting to form twist, burn and contort at agonizing angles under his skin like red hot wire, but he doesn't care anymore. it's disgusting and degrading to be trapped underneath eridan's body. ]

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[Eridan listens and he debates for a moment, keeping his eyes locked with Karkat's. As much as Karkat is set on not admitting this thing they have, it doesn't change the fact the feelings are there, how he proclaims that hatred for him, that deep hatred and yet denies this. Denies all of this. Couldn't Karkat see? Or was he just really this flippant and stubborn? That he'd deny HIMSELF a quadrant just to flirt so blatantly, it was ridiculous and stupid. He just needed to give in already.]

My blood means a lot a things, my status, my importance, my place--all things you lack, but I don't think I'm entitled to anything because a it. No, see, that is what you don't understand, while the purity a the bloodlines is important, just as much as the hemospectrum is and ewerything to do with our blood, I think I deserwe what I fuckin' gain myself. I work hard for what I fuckin' want, what I fuckin' deserwe, and you are one a those things. And here you are Kar, admittin' your hate for me, sayin' such black-drenched words to me and yet you keep fuckin' denyin' this, just to try and keep me from happiness. That's the single most STUPID thing I'we ewer heard--

[He growls as Karkat starts to struggle, due to the rain, it was actually becoming increasingly difficult to keep hold of those wrists with one hand, but instead of doing the intelligent thing and using his other hand to hold the wrists again--he continues to just try and keep them both pinned with the current one, despite the slipping in his grasp.]

--Look, it's obwious you DO actually want this, you're merely denyin' yourself it under some retarded idea that this will make me unhappy, or that it'll make me stop--it won't. So we may as well assign this to the quadrant it fuckin' fits, Kar. Just be my fuckin' kismesis already!

[yeah his grasp is definitely slipping, and there is definitely a window of time where he's trying to readjust it that if Karkat so wanted, he probably could slip out of the slipper grasp.]

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[ finally, that slack in grip, that loosening of the iron hold on his aching arms. karkat is barely listening to eridan at this point, his entire focus is on the other's hands pinning his wrists. the few bits and pieces he catches he's almost inclined to agree with; there is no denying that they would be great kismesis, judging from this clash alone, but karkat can't let himself admit that. is it possible to hate someone too much to be their fated enemy? ]

I said fucking no, asshole! If this was something I wanted, it would have happened by now. [ that is questionable, considering his feelings for terezi and how nothing is happening there thanks to his inability to speak about his feelings and get what he wants. but whatever, who cares!! ] I want you to be miserable. Misery is all you fucking deserve, so I'm going to give it to you. We are not kismesis and we are never going to be!

[ he squirms his arms away from eridan, ignoring the screaming pain radiating from them as he does so. the first thing he does is clamp one down, claws first, into the hand holding his jaw. the second he uses to scoot himself out from under the other troll. the rain feels almost nice, now that it isn't dripping down on him off of eridan's self-gratifying skin. ]

Just give it up, shitsponge. It isn't going to happen.

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[He curses as Karkat pulls out of his slippery grasp, he knew he couldn't hold him down forever, but he WAS NOT DONE YET. That clamp on his hand that was currently occupied with the Cancer's jaw causes him to release him, even hiss a little at the tight grip, but he merely glowers as Karkat scoots away from him. Half tempted to just pull his hand away and snatch him by the front of his shirt.]

Are you a fuckin' idiot, Kar? You're basically describin' kismesisitude right there to me, you just don't want to giwe it a fuckin' title. I know if you want somethin' you are the sort that is bound and determined to hawe it--but I also know you're pretty fuckin' stupid sometimes and will deny yourself somethin' you really want. It's fuckin' obwious you deny yourself quadrants that you fuckin' shouldn't. I knew you were like this with redrom, hadn't a fuckin' clue you were like this with blackrom, especially when you boast about your legendary hatred. Not so sure if you actually hawe any, maybe legendary fuckin' retardation.

[Of course, he's merely making assumptions here, going off what he's seen out of the interactions of the Cancer and Libra, he may be totally wrong in assuming Karkat's feelings, but he's certain he's not. He was right about Kanaya having ruddy feelings for Vriska before, he just has an eye for these things alright.]

So are you just goin' be a coward forewer Kar? Is that it? Instead a takin' the quadrants that are basically bein' handed to you, you're goin' to be a coward and backdown? Are you afraid you can't liwe up to my standards? I can understand that, considerin' mine are pretty fuckin' high. You may try and present yourself as the leader, as some courageous harbinger, but the reality a the situation, the truth a the fuckin' MATTER? You're nothin' but a poltroonish gutterblood, unable to lead worth a fuckin' damn, flippantly denyin' what two fuckin' highbloods hawe offered you in terms a romance because a your cowardice. You're worthy a that rancid hogwash you hawe, with how much you fail to meet expectation, how much you're utterly fuckin' pathetic.

[His free hand? Definitely reaching out and grabbing Karkat by the shirt, trying to pull him to him, he's scowling at the nubby-horned troll, his expression looking near murderous.]

Don't mess with me, Kar, tellin' me you hate me, want to bring me misery and then continue to say this isn't blackrom, this is ewery FUCKIN' BIT blackrom. You're mine, and that's that. Better get used to the idea, peasant. Because I'm layin' claim to you like I had before.

[Pulling his other hand away from that grasp, hissing at the very purple, stinging streaks it leaves on his hand as he does so, fucking claws man! The next moment, his hand joins his other in grasping Karkat's shirt, using his legs to push forward, he uses that momentum and his own weight to try and slam Karkat back down against the soggy grass. If he succeeds, he's going to use that grasps to keep himself suspended above him with arms extended, pressure on the others chest, eyes glaring into the depths of the Cancer's own.]