oH noWelp my laptop had a good run. 4 years. It served me well.More Like This
Ehe h... But now I'm computerless Now I'm only left with hopes that I get one for Christmas. :iconimetexcaliburplz:
So I'm sorry about this.. and sorry to the 2 other people who I planned to make a gift for, it might be a bit late... I can still come online from my ipad though! Just not as handy..
I'll just treat this as a hiatus. u.u
Trollmegle - Some GamKarYOU ARE NOW TALKING TO A RANDOM FUCKASS. SAY SOMETHING, ASSHOLE!More Like This
▲: GREETINGS, SOMEONE WHO I PROBABLY DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT.
▼: Is tHaT aNyWaY tO gReEt A mOtHeRfUcKer BeSt FrIeNd
▲: OH, GAMZEE. WELL, CLOSE ENOUGH.
▲: ANYWAY HEY.
▼: YoU sOuNd LiKe YoU CoUlD UsE SoMe FaYgO BrOtHeR
▼: ItS MoThErFuKiNg SmOoTh
▲: I THOUGHT I'VE ALREADY TOLD YOU WHAT I THINK OF THAT DISGUSTING LIQUID YOU DRINK.
▲: SO YEAH, I DO /NOT/ LOOK LIKE I WOULD NEED ANY FUCKING FAYGO.
▲: THINK AGAIN.
▼: HeY kArBrO...*tries to change the subject beause hes slightly offended but is too high to think of anything *
▼: Do YoU wAnT To MoThErFuCkiNg CoMe OvEr
▲: *He doesn't mind the sudden change of subject, he really wasn't in the mood to argue about a drink. Besides, he was used to the change of subject, when he was talking to Gamzee.* I GUESS THAT WOU
Terezi Likes to Lick▲: HEY FUCKASSMore Like This
▼: K4RKL3S 1S TH4T 4NY W4Y TO T4LK TO 4 L4DY >
▲: N-NO. . .
▼: H3H3H3 COM3 TO M3 K4RKL3S <3
▲: *Walks closer to her*
▼: 1 P1TY YOU <3 -She opens her arms and pulls him close to her.-
▲: *His face turns red* W-WHY...?!
▼: B3C4US3 YOU'R3 4DOR4BL3 4ND SO P4TH3T1C <3 NOW -She strokes his hair and pulls him closer, running her tongue up his neck slowly.-
▲: *his face turns even more red, he tries to cover his face in embarrassment* P-P-PATHETIC...?
▼ HAS FUCKED OFF.
Is this love? - GamKar Fanfiction.Is this love?More Like This
The slip of paper in his hand indicated that this was the right place. Though, something seemed wrong and the place itself seemed so run down he wasn’t even sure if it was the same apartment as the ad had said. Clutching his bag in his hand, he made a growling sound of frustration before finally knocking on the door, waiting for someone to actually answer the door. It took a few minutes before someone opened the door and the raven haired male lifted his head to try and get a look at what douce muffin he would be sharing an apartment with. It was ironic. So fucking ironic. The birds seemed to make even more noise of nuisance than usually. It was like they were trying to give him an even worse headache than he usually had. Everything was so fucking ironic that he couldn’t even stand it. What was even more ironic seemed to be the pathetic excuse for a human standing in the doorway and leaning against one of the sides. It was a male, that much he could say. Or,
GamKar FluffiesLooking for someone to chat with... (so, please wait)More Like This
You are now chatting with a person, say hi.
▼: FUCK EVERYTHING.
▲: bEsT fRiEnD?
▼: NO, FUCK YOU GAMZEE.
▼: I AM EXTRA FUCKING FRUSTRATED TODAY.
▼: I DON'T NEED YOUR SUGGESTIONS OF FAYGO AND PIES.
▲: wOaH mAn WhAt HaPpEnEd?
▼: I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.
▼: JUST GIVE ME A HUG OR SOMETHING.
▲: YoU mOtHeRfUcKiNg GoT iT mAn Im AlWaYs WiLlInG tO gIvE tHe BeSt MoThErFuCkEr A hUg
▼: ......*hugs back*
▲: DoEs ThAt MaKe YoU fEeL aNy MoThErFuCkInG bEtTeR bRo?
▼: THANKS I GUESS.
▼: *blushes and scowls*
▲: No MoThErFuCkInG pRoBlEm MaN
▲: wOaH yOuRe AlL bLuShInG aNd ShIt
▼: SHUT UP NO I'M NOT.
▼: THIS IS FROM RAGE.
▲: SuRe It Is MoThErFuCkEr )
▼: YEAH I SHOULD PROBABLY GO NOW BEFORE THIS GETS MORE UNCOMFORTABLE.
▲: Oh ReAlLy MaN? (
▼: *folds his arms* I GUESS I COULD STAY
cute kitten cuddles -gamkar-Your name is Karkat Vantas. You just got done with your classes for today, but still have a shitload of homework. You sigh softly as you walk back to your dorm, the cool winter wind blowing your messy hair in different directions. You shiver and snuggle a bit further into your grey turtleneck sweater. God damn, why is it so cold in Seattle? You're not built for this type of weather.More Like This
You arrive at the dorms and get into the elevator, pushing a few freshman out of your way as you do so. They curse loudly at you, but you simply respond by making a rather rude gesture at them with your hand. One of them calls you a douchebag. You snicker. Why do they tell you things you obviously already know?
You wait impatiently for the elevator to stop at your level. Luckily it isn't too long before you hear a soft ding and the doors open up. You walk out and meander to your dorm. You try the doorknob. Locked. You suppose your roommate hasn't gotten home yet.
You fiddle around with your keys and end up
Karkles, you're my KittenKarkat listened as Gamzee droned on about absolutely nothing. He kept his eyes on the sidewalk ahead of them, warning Gamzee where ever there was a curb or pot hole, because the other was too busy shooting his mouth of to watch where his own two feet landed. That was fine, though, because Karkat and Gamzee had an unspoken agreement: Karkat would make sure Gamzee didn't twist an ankle as they walked home from school to their apartment that they shared, and Gamzee would talk enough for the both of them, making the whole conversation himself so that Karkat didn't need to say a word.More Like This
"So you and I were all up and invited to Sollux's birthday party, which means I'm going to have to work a little longer at the club this week so we can buy him a gift and all that shit. It's on Saturday and I'm thinking of getting him some computer program or something," Gamzee babbled. He hooked his hands behind his head, his almost empty backpack bouncing up and down to his quirky walk.
Karkat squinted threw
Best Friends buy each other ChurrosThe churro Karkat was holding flew out of his hand when the Farris wheel came to an abrupt stop. The metal bar that kept him and Gamzee seated in their seats thudded against his ribs.More Like This
Karkat leaned on the bar, peaking his head over the side to watch his churro flip through the air, somersaulting off all its sugar, until it landed in someone else's gondola over a hundred feet below. He gulped audibly, leaning back in his seat.
"OH GOD, OH GOD, WE'RE GOING TO DIE!" Karkat shouted.
Gamzee had his relaxed smile on his face and he draped his arm around his best friend's shoulders. "We're going to be just fine, bro. The ride is just taking a nap for a bit."
Karkat turned his head to look at the tall teen. "Taking a nap while we are a hundred feet above the ground at the very top?" he snapped. "You're the one who persuaded me to get on this death trap and now look what happened!"
Makara had convinced Karkat to get on the Farris wheel, promising that he would be right there
You Are Mine, Gamzee.The chains felt slightly tight on his wrists. The chilly air did nothing to soothe him, his thinkpan swarmed with so many questions lingering. Last he remembered, he had passed out from exhaustion after being righteously shooshpapped by his palebro, so what happened? Why was he tied up now? Did he kill somebody again? Oh please, for the love of all the mirthful messiahs up there, don't let that be the case. That's probably the last thing he needed. He was still stained from his last kill; he couldn't smell any fresh troll blood on him. But then again, he could be wrong.More Like This
Gamzee heard the door creaked open and his head jerked up. His purple eyes lit up slightly at the sight of Karkat coming in with what looked like a pie tin. A very familiar-looking pie tin. Something green oozed out from the edge. Could that be sopor slime?
Said owner of the name tried to give the most sincere smile he could muster, trying to find the right words. "Hey, bro. So uh, why am I all up and motherfu