[ text ] oo3 // PSA
Jun. 25th, 2011 06:16 amATTENTION: 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.
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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Date: 2011-07-02 04:47 pm (UTC)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.]