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Post by Aкα on May 8, 2015 0:09:45 GMT
Hey lovey! This is where we will RP ALLLLLLLLLLL the homestcusk you could ever dream of. I'll spruce this place up in a bit~
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Post by Kit Harington on May 8, 2015 0:13:10 GMT
-freaks out-
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Post by Aкα on May 8, 2015 0:26:33 GMT
You're doing it correctly. XD
SO! -Rolls into corner and brings out shipping wall- What're we gonna do? What are the plots gonna be?
Stop
Before you suggest anything I already know the Davekat one. XD
Karkat and Dave are on the meteor for 3 years, the whole premise of this RP will be what they're doing during that time, how they fall in love, and over all just some cute stuff they do. Of course there are holidays to be celebrated on the meteor, there's always fun to be had, and that will certainly keep me preoccupied for a long time. The people on the meteor are Gamzee, Terezi, the Mayor, Kanaya, Rose, Dave, and Karkat. We'll start the RP when they're not dating, but if you'd like it could be Dave trying to tell Karkat he likes him, and stuff can develop then that'd be all cute. ;w; But don't move so fast with the progression! -3- Ju have a habbit of declaring love fast, and with these two they have to have a lot of bumps 'n the road and shit before they're actually smart enough to think to themselves "oh fuck I feel so strange in my heart because I'm in love with this douche." Ya know? XD
Ahem! For the others, we can configure that~! But I'll make a few suggestions if you'd like.
There's Erisol, or Gamtav, or Cronkri, or Kurmeu. With Cronkri I would be comfortable being either Cronus, or Kankri, because to be honest I'[m rather happy with botyh, that'd be up to you if you wanna do that ship.
-Sighs and flips page of shipping wall- As for opther ships (the work of a porn writer is never done, I swear) I have Dirkjake, I'm not sure if you do Dirk, because I can do Jake a little bit - But I literally can not be a Strider, no matter how hard I tried. There's also Karkat and Equius, if you were at all interested in black ships, though it might be weird having one Davekat, and one with another Karkat as the main character. That being said, I think we can also eliminate Erikat from the situation. I also ship Meenah and Vriska, as they are very fucking cute - and Sollux and Mituna, and Kurloz and Gamzee, Karkat and Karkat, Karkat and Signless, Kankri and Signless, Vriska and Terezi, Gamzee and Terezi as purely black, and... That's about it! However, I most reinstate that the before mentioned ships, Erisol, Gamtav, Cronkri, and Kurmeu are definitly the ones that I would feel most comfortable with.
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Post by Kit Harington on May 8, 2015 0:29:40 GMT
i brb
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Post by Kit Harington on May 8, 2015 0:50:29 GMT
wow
bae
wow
xD
oh chizz
i do that A LOT
wow
i did not know this
i will take it slow
it would probably help that i dont have to worry about the perfect ship getting blown up XD
hurm XD gamtav and erisol are the ones i prefer and everything else is up to you ^.^ though
whatever is done i dont think i can do cro oDo
i can probably do kankri
hes like a prude right? and ocd? xD im horrible oops
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Post by Aкα on May 8, 2015 3:30:29 GMT
Yay!!! I would love to do Cronkri with you too, but you know maybe 4 ships at once is too much. ^^" In fact, maybe too start off we can just do 2? Davekat (of course) and... you choose the last one. c:
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Post by Kit Harington on May 8, 2015 11:31:11 GMT
Erisol?
since i already have sol on my thingy xD
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Post by Aкα on May 8, 2015 14:06:52 GMT
Sweet! Then we're settled! ^D^ I'll see if I can start it, but I have some woek to do in the morning... x.x' if I don't get it done, then ill type up my starter when I get home, okee? c:
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Post by Kit Harington on May 8, 2015 20:42:54 GMT
I'll be here :3
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Post by Aкα on May 9, 2015 1:10:46 GMT
Karkat Vantas sat on the main balcony of the meteor that overlooked space. His feet hung off the side, his hands against the cold cement railing, a faint spacial wind tugging at his soft black hair. His eyes looked off into the void of outer space, endless, vacant - yet full of life. He thought. He thought about their mission. He thought about their destination, he thought about old friends, and he thought about how they even got here in the first place... There were so many things that he regretted, but to cope he just shoved it all away into one part of his mind. But he found that you could never really run from your problems, not for long... That could be the reason why you would find lines of red under Karkats sweater, stitched to his skin, up his arms, across his hands. He didn't show them to anyone, he always wore long sleeves, so long that they knew they would cover over the back of his hand.
He looked down at those marks, turning his arm over to see the slits across. Cuts had come and gone, leaving faint white trails everywhere, there were some that were fresh, just made a night ago. He quickly tugged his sleeve down again and let out a sigh through his nose, shutting his eyes and letting his mind drift. I wonder when everything will be over... They've only been on the meteor for a span of 2 human months, and Karkat was already growing to loathe his situation. He had lost his moirail, Kanaya, left behind his friend Sollux, never even GOT to say goodbye to Eridan, Equius, Nepeta... And Terezi, she just wasn't the same... It was his fault they were like this way... The cancer hung his head, feeling more infected then ever.
In another universe, Eridan was still alive - but not well. No, Mr. Ampora would never be well, for no one would ever love him. He was doomed to be this pathetic, sad character for all of eternity. Feferi left him, Sol hates him - but won't fuck him, Nepeta won't speak to him, Karkat's always too busy. The man was getting desperate. That's why he was out at the trollian version of Pizzahut (Pissa-shit.) on a Tuesday night, boredly running one index finger along the rim of his plastic cup and listening to the faint sounds of arcade machines in the background. He turned his head to the bright lights flickering, and was reminded of how good he was at one certain game...
He flicked a quarter in his hand and pushed up out of the uncomfortable chairs, looking around to see if there was anyone he could recognize (for he would hate to be caught indulging in such childish games, he was a highblood for Petes sake) then scuttled on in. He found the machine that was once his journeys through wiggler-hood, Clown-Fest-886. The machine had a gun that you aimed at the screen, and when you put in a quarter, it was your job and yours alone to kill every clown in sight in order to save the troll race. Eridan liked this one the most because at the end you got to kiss a highblood sea dweller princess, he remember playing this game with Fef, and every time he'd win Feferi would giggle and kiss him on the cheek...
He quickly thrust that memory out of mind, instead thrusting a quarter in the machine and glaring forward as the game set up. He sighed and picked up his gun.
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Post by Kit Harington on May 9, 2015 1:23:02 GMT
im here babe :3 replying~
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Post by Aкα on May 9, 2015 1:30:39 GMT
((Yay!!! Bae! <3 <3 -Snuggies and drools on-))
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Post by Kit Harington on May 9, 2015 1:30:49 GMT
Dave-
Dave Strider had been here on this giant flying piece of space rock for a little more than two months and he was still having issues locating and understanding everything that was going on. Dude was just trying to find the kitchen and drink some mad apple juice but he got flipped and turned all around and now he was lost, parading around the halls as if he knew exactly where he was and what he was doing. So it was a big fucking surprised to the blonde boy when he pushed the door open and revealing the main balcony.
He blinked and looked around, awestruck for a moment at the sight of space. It never ceased to amaze him. He was washed in the dramatic sense of irony. For hundreds of years, humans have always imagined the vastness of space, wondered about life on other planets, and here he was: on a meteor in space, surrounded by beings from another planet.
It took a few moments for his brain to process that he wasn't alone. His red gaze dropped to the bright red sweater wrapped around one of the poles of the deck, "Karkat? The fuck you doing out here?"
Sollux-
The door to the pizza joint opened with a creak, accompanied by the sound of feet dragging and a single moan. The man who walked through the door was the equivalent of what humans called a zombie. Sollux Captor had been up for the past two and a half days, working on a pretty hard set of codes. His eyes did not notice anyone in the immediate area and he stood still as the door slowly closed behind him before shuffling over to the counter to order himself something to eat. He waited at the counter for his food to be served to him. It wasn't quite patient, he was glaring and making impatient noises until the few boxes were set precariously in his hands.
He gave one final look before shuffling over to her nearest vacant seat and sitting down to tear into the first pizza like a rabid woof-beast. Slowly, his wits started to return to him and he realized that he would need something to wash the pizza down. He couldn't remember whether or not he had ordered the drink that was on the table in front of him, but half of him didn't care and he downed the drink as if it was his own. He made a dissatisfied noise when it was gone too quickly and he tossed it back on the table, returning to the pizza.
Both boxes were finished before he took a chance to sit back and see what was going on in the world around him. He also looked around for the owner of the cup and stopped when his eyes landed on the last person he wanted to be friendly with: Eridan Ampora. The douche was wearing his infamous cape? and playing some wiggler game, actually pretty engrossed if he did say so himself. He shook his head and stood up, wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his shirt, only then realizing it was backwards and inside-out. A glance down revealed that his pants were also inside-out. How did he even manage that one--oh, they weren't zipped and his bee-print boxers were poking out.
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Post by Kit Harington on May 9, 2015 1:31:55 GMT
((Yay!!! Bae! <3 <3 -Snuggies and drools on-)) -inconspicuously rubs off drool and rubs it on your arm- hi baebae<3 :3 |
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Post by Kit Harington on May 9, 2015 2:09:58 GMT
actually i has question bae
i has question
-raises hand-
questionnnn
-waves arm-
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Post by Kit Harington on May 9, 2015 2:20:31 GMT
ok i havent gotten that far in homestuckm, but imma say that dave can breathe on the meteor ok ok thats what im going to say
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Post by Kit Harington on May 9, 2015 2:43:55 GMT
ok i got it now ok i finished replying
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Post by Aкα on May 9, 2015 3:05:22 GMT
Karkats elven like ears flicked up when he heard a voice behind him, he turned and glared directly in the shades of Dave Strider. He felt a growl rumble in his throat, which happened at just about every sight at him, Dave irritated him. It's kind of hard to get along with a guy as stubborn and simple minded as him, especially when he flirts with your Ex, and draws dicks all over your plans. That being said, Karkat strangly, deep, deep, deep inside him, nestled in this little cranny of his blood-pusher, liked hanging out with him. Maybe it was the way he could talk for hours about the stupidest shit, maybe it was because he would humor him with shitty raps and watch movies with him, or maybe, just maybe, it was because Karkat had a thing for blondes. But, if we had to cut up Karkat into a pie chart of his feelings about the human, it would be 70% hate, 29% mutal interest and tolerance, and 1% unrecognized feelings. Little did he know, as time went on, that little percentage would grow bigger, and bigger. But, in the shitty present he was in, he detested him.
"The fuck does it look like? Can't I enjoy the infinite amount of space and time stretched before me without being questioned by some douche-bag in aviators?" He sighed and turned to view him, his legs swinging back over the side of the railing, and feet touching solid ground. "The real question is what are you doing here. Are you stupid, or did you just fucking forget that I told you to watch Terezi?!" Karkat felt the growl in his throat deepen to a snarl. "Jesus FUCK Strider! What if she's off with Gamzee like I thought? Can't you do one thing without fucking up?" He sighed in distress and rubbed his brow. "Honestly... Of all the idiots I had to be stuck with on this rock, it HAD to be you, I can think of a billion other things that I would rather be stuck with. At least a PENCIL can do one task - STAY WHERE I ASK IT TO." Karkat paused and crossed his arms. "Well I mean, unless it rolls off the side and out of the room, and if it did that I would be impressed because that is one rebellious pencil..."
Eridan hadn't noticed Sollux Captor walk in, by the time he had ordered and sat down, the game had already started. Eridan might not be very good at this whole 'sburb' business, but he was good at this clown shoot-em up game. He had one eye closed to concentrate, one steady arm holding the gun to the screen, his trigger finger happily blowing the heads off a bunch of subjugating purple bloods. A little smile pulled to his face, his ear fins fanned out with delight as he massacred.
Level two! The game sirened. Eridan gave a scoff, smiling wider. "Man how did I get so good at this?" He boasted to no one in particular. Noth thinking anyone was around to notice or embarrass him, Eridan began to talk to himself. "I swear, if Kar were here right now watchin' me he'd get on his knees and beg for forgiveness. Fuckin' tellin' me I shouldn't shoot angels, the fuck is his deal? You see this shit? OH FUCK DON'T TOUCH ME!" Eridan flusteredly stepped back as a clown popped up against the camera of the screen, spitting out purple and smearing his face paint. "Get OUTTA here you faygo-ridden trash!" He shot him a billion times, his arm vibrating from the gun. "Oh cod I sure hope Gam isn't here..." He shyly took a glance around and behind him, seeing Sollux had randomly appeared like enigmatic troll that he was. He squealed again and dropped the gun. "SOL! WHEN THE FUCK DID YOU GET HERE?!"
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Post by Kit Harington on May 9, 2015 4:10:37 GMT
Dave-
Dave's face didn't move an inch. A thin, pale eyebrow raising over his trademark shades was the only indication that he had taken Karkat's words into account. He didn't speak for a moment, but he did move to cross his arms over his chest, "She threatened bodily harm if I didn't leave her vicinity immediately." He said and shifted his weight over to one hip. His eyebrow dropped back down behind his shades, "I was lookin' for you, Karkrabby. I had the feeling you were in a needing some apple juice kinda mood. Also I figured I could use a small body guard, y'know." He added, "A small... Cranky... Screamy... Tiny body guard. I need some AJ and I don't wanna be tackled by freaky trolls wantin' a taste of some hot Strider love, y'know? Also that juggalo homie was starin' at me like my voluptuous ass was breaded and deep fried and he had a hankerin' for some southern style cookin'."
"I mean damn, I know my genes make me hard to resist but I ain't never encountered someone who can keep his eyes open that long. I need some heavy artillery, Karkrabby, and that foul mouth a yours is like the Nagasaki bomb." He was rambling and he knew it, but he just couldn't find the will to close his mouth. He hadn't been lying, Gamzee had been staring at him for the past week, but honestly the Texan couldn't tell if it was some sort of drug-induced state or if the clown-like troll had a thing for him and it was starting to worry him, "Kar, if I get jumped by him, or any of yer other troll buddies and any of them take it upon themselves to get a taste a Texas..." he warned, his southern drawl becoming more prominent with each word, "I'ma take that rebellious pencil you were talkin' about an' protect myself."
Now Dave didn't really know how he felt about the cancer, he knew that Karkat was an annoying little shit. Honestly, he would probably prefer to scrub his body raw with a brillo pad than to hang out for more than a few overdone and not ironic sappy love movies that he would watch ironically with the short gray-skinned loser. Maybe if he were back home he would consider Karkat one of those friends you didn't really like, but you hung out with anyway so you wouldn't feel lonely on lonely Saturday nights. Karkat definitely would have been one of his sponges-the kids that hang around cool kids and try to up their reputation. But then again, he thought, Karkat could easily be those kids who didn't give two shits about reputation... Anyway, none of that mattered on this chunk of rock. Trolls had some weird sense of friendship and romance that he had tried to get an explanation for once upon a time but it just slipped out of his mind like water through fingers.
Sollux-
Sollux groaned when he heard that annoying cute sort-of-Scottish accent that only a few trolls had. He lifted his head and let it flop uselessly against his shoulder as he looked over at Eridan in the arcade, "I don't know." He shrugged, nonchalantly, "A while ago." He shrugged again. He turned back to his outfit and sighed at his uselessness before pulling his pants up, "Look, Ampora," He started and shook his head, finding no immediate way to fix the mess that he was, "I got to go." He said dismissively and turned to the door. He started to shuffle again, somehow even more zombie-like than when he had walked in.
"Also, I'm telling Gamzee what you said about his brethren on that game." He called and touched the glass of the door before he stopped and leaned his head against it, feeling a whole lot more tired that he had a few seconds. His body sagged and he made some unidentifiable noise as he started to slide against the window, his lips and cheeks getting caught on the smooth glass. His body weight slowly pushed the door open as he fell forward. |
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Post by Aкα on May 9, 2015 4:27:29 GMT
(Dawww Dave with a cute small southern drawl is the cutest. >w<
EXCUSE ME? SCOTISH? HONEY. WHERE ARE YOU HEARIN' YOUR SOURCES I AM GONNA HAVE TO SCHOOL YOU ON HOW TO ERIDAN VOICE BECAUSE THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE.
By the way! I got another skype! ;w; What was your name again so I canf ind you? AND THEN I CAN FUCKIN' SHOW YOU WHAT ERIDAN SOUNDS LIKE)
Karkat glared up at him as he ranted on, leaning his weight to one hip as he listened without interrupting. Jesus, could Dave drone on for a looong ass time about shit he didn't even know about. Honestly, human culture was expansively different than his own, he had tried to understand it once, but Dave isn't the best to get information from (he tends to get distracted easily, and talk about some shitty raps, ironic shit, or his fear of puppets) and Rose was wasted, so he didn't have a lot of info to go off of. "Yeah, I didn't understand a fucking thing you just said, but let's just act like I did and move on." He sighed and rolled his eyes, glaring away.
He wasn't exactly in the mood to be angry anyway, he had found that since he had gotten on the meteor he became a bit more calmer each day, and a bit more sad actually. He liked to spend more time alone, he thought meaner things about himself - but that's another subject, one that wasn't on his mind right now, since he was dealing with a hot blonde kid. "I wholeheartedly swear that if any of my species tries to come after you for that 'sweet hot body', I will personally throw you into the fray and run like hell." He couldn't help but feel a little smile come to his lips, he looked up at Dave, whom was just about a few inches taller than him. "Also, I don't know the last time you looked in the mirror - but, you're just about as attractive as a goop-pile of sopor slime." He punched him in the shoulder and turned on his heels and sat on the little concrete bench also placed out on the balcony.
"No no no no no stop don't!" Eridan rushed after Sollux, competently abandoning his game. He chased him down and grabbed onto the arm of his inside out sleeve just as he had pushed through the door. He then snatched onto the back of his collar and began to drag him away from the door of the Pizzeria, taking him and tossing him against the brick wall of the building under the light of a street lamp. "You're not tellin' anyone, you sluggish mustard blood." He growled and bared his fangs at him, ear fins fanning out in hostility. "It's time you learn your PLACE Sol, you're so low on the caste system that I could literally step on you." He crossed his arms and looked away with a pouty lip. "Also, you drank all of my Dr. Flipper... You owe me a new one!" He snapped, as if that was the real issue at hand here anyway - you know - not his LIFE or anything. He was sure that if Gamzee found out that he had slaughtered hundreds of face-painted fools he'd come knockin at his door with his clubs. But no, soda was the key thing on mind here. "So YOU'RE not goin' anywhere."
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