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Words
You love them, you feel that, when conveyed with the proper vocabulary, expressing what is truly on your mind becomes that much easier.
You had always found yourself interested in words, ever since you were a child. More than just that, you were fascinated by the context in which they were used, and how the tone of the spoken word could flip around an entire statement - make it mean something entirely different.
You loved what they could tell you about a person - what words or phrases they used often, the tone of voice most used to convey said words, it was all fascinating to you.
You especially like a good poem, like the one you're reading now - vulgar and offensive as it may be.
You had found it on the floor right outside the door of your small apartment in downtown New York city when you returned from your Friday night shift at a café not too far from your apartment complex. Alongside the notecard in which the poem was written was a small package and a bouquet of a dozen candy red roses - your favorite color.
You smiled lightly as you slipped the card into your back pocket, gripping the bouquet in one hand, the package under your arm as you fished out your keys and let yourself in, discarding your keys on a hood beside the door before ducking into the kitchen and setting down the bouquet and package on your counter.
Your name is (y/n) (l/n) and you are currently very happy.
The roses and package which sit on the counter before you, as well as the card burning a hole in your back pocket were sent to you by your boyfriend - today is your one year anniversary.
Your boyfriend's name is Karkat - you do not know his last name, you figured at this point it would be an awkward thing of you to ask - You met him on pesterchum about a year and a half ago, right before you started college.
He's a bit older than you, with you being 21 and him being 25, but neither of you mind the age gap. You've never met Karkat in person, you don't even know what he looks like - sure, it sounds a bit strange, but it's 100% true.
Karkat is apparently living in Seattle, Washington right now, even though he's natively from New York, unlike you who moved here from Massachusetts for college. He had originally gone to Seattle for college, but he graduated right as you entered - majored in film, minored in computer engineering.
You first spoke to Karkat via pesterchum about 6 months before moving to New York - he had meant to pester one of his friends but accidentally clicked a 'message random user' button instead, thus starting a conversation between him and a random user (you).
You and Karkat didn't have a very good first conversation, many insulting things were said by both parties before you both terminated the chat. The next day you received a rather strongly worded message that was supposedly an apology for his earlier reactions which he only sent at all because, and you quote, "-THERE WAS ONE PERSISTANT FUCKING BULGELICKER WHICH WAS RATHER INSISTANT UPON [him] SENDING YOU AN APPOLOGY." You apologized too, stating that you hadn't been in the best of moods that day - somehow after that you two got to talking and found that you were quite compatible.
You fetched a pair of scissors from a drawer under the cabinet and cut open the package before pulling out a DVD case, you flipped the case over to find a sticky note stuck to the front of what appeared to be a movie case. "YOU BETTER FUCKING WATCH THIS BULLSHIT" was scrawled on the note in all caps in silver sharpie. You sighed with an amused smile as you pulled the sticky note off, exposing the title of the movie.
You blinked, once, twice, a third time…
Was that supposed to be a title?
You heard that troll cinematography was a bit different that human cinematography purely because 1) the title gave away pretty much the entire plot of the movie, and 2) because some could span up to 10 hours in length- But you had never seen an actual troll film before, call you culturally dense, but it had just never been something you had done. You had seen them in the store occasionally when shopping, but you always got bored and/or confused within the first ten words of the title and just gave up.
Karkat really liked troll films. You had gathered that much within a few days of knowing him; he really was just an all-around movie nerd, he especially loved romance.
You always found Karkat incredibly adorable simply because despite his sharp tongue, pessimism, and attitude, he was not only a sucker for romance, but was a hopeless romantic himself.
You laughed softly to yourself and set the movie down on the counter - you would watch it later, maybe over a microwave dinner and a bowl of popcorn. You then deposited your bouquet into a vase, kicked your shoes off into some unknown location so that tomorrow you could pretend you were on a scavenger hunt, and sat down before your computer.
----chumHandle [CH] began pestering carcinoGeneticist [CG]----
CH: Eyyyyyyyy~
CH: Just got home from work like- five minutes ago
CG: YOU GET THE PACKAGE?
CH: I did indeed
CH: Thank you kind sir, how did you know red was my favorite color?
CG: I WOULD SAY I DIDN'T BUT THAT WOULD BE TOTAL AND UTTER BULLSHIT CONSIDERING WE BOTH REMEMBER THAT REDICULOUS CONVERSATION THAT SHALL NOT BE NAMED
CG: BUT REALLY IT DIDN'T EVEN HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH IT
CG: RED IS SIMPLY THE MOST TRADITIONAL COLOR, APPARENTLY, OR AT LEAST ACCORDING TO THE FUCKING ASSHAT FLORIST THAT I BOUGHT THEM FROM
CH: way to kill my dreams
CH: here I thought you were being considerate
CG: YOU KNOW THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT
CH: I was *joking* Kar-cuteness
CH: no need to get your crabby little boxers in a bunch
CH: but seriously, thanks, I love them
CH: the movie too - even though the title gave me a bit of a migraine
CG: YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO APPRECIATION FOR THE ARTS
CG: BUT YOU'RE WELCOME
CH: did you get my gift?
CH: I sent it a bit late so I was hoping it got to you in time
CG: YEAH
CG: I GOT IT
CG: YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO GET ME ANYTHING YOU KNOW
CH: but you got me something
CH: besides, you never let me buy you things
CH: and it was only a new sweatshirt since you had been complaining about yours shrinking in the wash
CG: WHATEVER
CG: THANKS, I LIKE IT
CG: HELLO
CG: (Y/N)?
CG: ARE YOU STILL THERE?
CH: yeah
CH: it's just that
CH: I really want to see you, Karkat
CG: I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT THIS RIGHT NOW (Y/N)
CH: but I do
CH: and we need to
CH: we can't just act like it's not a *problem*
CG: IT'S NOT A PROBLEM
CH: Isn't it Karkat?
CH: I mean, we've been dating for a year and I don't even know your last name let alone what you *look* like
CG: BECAUSE IT'S NOT FUCKING IMPORTANT
CH: No, I suppose it’s not
CH: but is it so wrong that I want to see you in person?
CH: that I want to hug you and kiss you
CH: and just be with you
CG: YOU DON'T THINK I DON'T WANT THAT TOO? JESUS (Y/N) WHAT DO YOU FUCKING TAKE ME FOR?
CH: if you want to see me too then why is it such a problem if I come visit you?
CG: IT JUST IS, (Y/N)
CH: summer break is coming up
CH: I've got a month's worth of vacation days to burn
CH: and I've got more than enough money to get a plane ticket
CG: I SAID NO, (Y/N)
CH: sometimes I feel like you're not even real
CH: like you're just a person that lives in my computer
CH: like I'm going to one day wake up and realize that I'm just fucking insane and I've been hallucinating the whole damn time
CG: HOW COULD YOU EVEN FUCKING SAY THAT?!
CH: I'm sorry, Karkat, but I can't help thinking it
CH: I just don’t understand what the big deal is
CH: are you embarrassed of me?
CG: WHAT? NO!
CH: don’t want to be seen associating with me because I'm younger than you?
CG: (Y/N) WE'VE ALREADY DISCUSSED THAT THAT IT ISN'T THE PROBLEM
CH: then there is a problem
CH: is there another woman?
CG: GOD FUCKING DAMNIT NO!
CG: ITS NOTHING LIKE THAT I SWEAR!
CH: then pray tell what is *it* Karkat
CG: I JUST DON’T WANT YOU TO BE DISAPOINTED
CH: why on earth would I be dissapointed?
CG: BECAUSE YOU SEEM TO HAVE THIS IMAGE OF ME
CG: LIKE IM SOME PERFECT FUCKING GREEK GOD
CG: BUT I'M NOT
CG: FAR FROM IT
CG: I'M BELOW AVERAGE
CG: I'M NOT GOOD LOOKING OR SMART OR ACCOMPLISHED OR HAVE SOME REALLY INTERESTING LIFE OR SOME SHIT LIKE THAT
CG: I WORK AT A COMPUTER REPAIR SHOP
CG: I'VE GOT NO REDEEMING QUALITIES WHAT-SO-FUCKING-EVER
CG: AND HERE YOU TALK TO ME LIKE I'M THE GODDAMN BEST THING SINCE CANNED HAM
CG: I DON'T WANT YOU TO SEE ME
CG: AND REALIZE WHAT A FUCKING LOSER I AM
CG: AND DECIDE YOU DON'T WANT THAT SHIT
CG: AND LEAVE
CH: jesus christ, Karkat
CH: you're not a loser
CH: I don’t care what you look like
CH: where you work
CH: how much money you have
CH: seriously, how low do you think I am?
CH: to think I'd leave you over something so ridiculous as that
CH: really?
CH: is that how you see me?
CG: GOD FUCKING DAMN IT! WHY DO YOU KEEP TWISTING AROUND EVERY MOTHERFUCKING WORD THAT LEAVES MY MOUTH AND THROWING IT BACK AT ME!
CG: I NEVER SAID I THOUGHT THAT YOU WERE 'LOW' OR ANY SORT OF SHIT LIKE THAT
CG: SO STOP FUCKING SAYING I AM
CG: I CANT HELP BUT BE FUCKING WORRIED SINCE I'M A FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT AND YOU'RE
CG: YOU'RE *YOU*
CH: will you stop saying that about yourself already!
CH: I'm sorry I brought it up
CH: listen, I didn't mean to turn this into a huge argument - especially because today is a special day
CH: we'll talk about it another time
CG: TOO FUCKING LATE FOR THAT, (Y/N), WE'RE ALREADY FUCKING TALKING ABOUT IT! MIGHT AS WELL JUST SAY TO FUCKING HELL WITH IT AND JUST LET IT ALL FUCKING OUT! I DON’T NEED TO EXPLAIN WHY THIS IS AN ISSUE
CG: SINCE YOU CLEARLY ALREADY KNOW
CG: AND YOU CANT JUST LEAVE WELL ENOUGH A-FUCKING-LONE
You gaped at your computer screen, face flush red with a building feeling that you could only describe as absolute rage. Before you could stop yourself your fingers flew over the keyboard, typing feverishly to match your ever building anger and frustration.
CH: you know what, fuck you
CH: I *clearly* just tried to leave well enough alone
CH: I said fucking sorry
CH: I put a fucking pin in it
CH: sent that little shitstorm of a touchy subject packing so we could pick it up when you weren't feeling like an asshole
CH: but oh no, I can’t leave well enough alone
CH: It's like you're looking for a fight
CH: and I'll tell you what
CH: you just motherfucking got one!
CH: so I think I will just "LET IT ALL FUCKING OUT"
CH: -the reason I'm so concerned is that I can't just carry out a relationship through a computer screen
CH: you don't even let me *call* you
CH: I don't even know what your fucking voice sounds like
CH: so, please, Karkat - if that's even your name - enlighten me with your ever flowing river of condescending wisdom
CH: how it this any way to conduct a proper relationship
CH: it's like we're complete strangers
CH: I feel like I'm talking to a fucking brick wall sometimes
CH: I don't have a face to put to your name
CH: I don’t even have a *voice*
CH: if that doesn’t say enough, I feel like I know nothing about you
CH: i didn't even know your occupation until just now
CH: so I'm sorry if I couldn't help feeling a bit insecure over here
CH: because there is *literally* no way that I know what you're doing
CH: that's why I'm concerned
CH: for all I know you're one of those guys that’s married with kids and carries out romantic relationships online with some college student who's simply too innocent to understand
CH: I'm not saying that's you
CH: but I'm certainly saying that you've left me in the dark enough that my imagination has come up with some pretty fucking interesting alternative ideas
CH: I didn't intend to turn this into a big thing
CH: but apparently it is
CH: because it's just *so* hard for you to call me on the phone or hell even text me a fucking picture so I know
CH: but I guess maybe this is a good thing
CH: because we've finally come to an understanding
CH: im an inconsiderate bitch who's so low as to leave the one guy she's ever loved because his life doesn't live up to her *expectations*
CH: and you're a dense asshole with a superiority complex and self-esteem issues
CH: I'm sorry Karkat but I'm not sure if I can do this anymore
CH: If you want to talk to me, you know where to find me
----chumHandle [CH] blocked carcinoGeneticist [CG]----
You love them, you feel that, when conveyed with the proper vocabulary, expressing what is truly on your mind becomes that much easier.
You had always found yourself interested in words, ever since you were a child. More than just that, you were fascinated by the context in which they were used, and how the tone of the spoken word could flip around an entire statement - make it mean something entirely different.
You loved what they could tell you about a person - what words or phrases they used often, the tone of voice most used to convey said words, it was all fascinating to you.
You especially like a good poem, like the one you're reading now - vulgar and offensive as it may be.
You had found it on the floor right outside the door of your small apartment in downtown New York city when you returned from your Friday night shift at a café not too far from your apartment complex. Alongside the notecard in which the poem was written was a small package and a bouquet of a dozen candy red roses - your favorite color.
You smiled lightly as you slipped the card into your back pocket, gripping the bouquet in one hand, the package under your arm as you fished out your keys and let yourself in, discarding your keys on a hood beside the door before ducking into the kitchen and setting down the bouquet and package on your counter.
Your name is (y/n) (l/n) and you are currently very happy.
The roses and package which sit on the counter before you, as well as the card burning a hole in your back pocket were sent to you by your boyfriend - today is your one year anniversary.
Your boyfriend's name is Karkat - you do not know his last name, you figured at this point it would be an awkward thing of you to ask - You met him on pesterchum about a year and a half ago, right before you started college.
He's a bit older than you, with you being 21 and him being 25, but neither of you mind the age gap. You've never met Karkat in person, you don't even know what he looks like - sure, it sounds a bit strange, but it's 100% true.
Karkat is apparently living in Seattle, Washington right now, even though he's natively from New York, unlike you who moved here from Massachusetts for college. He had originally gone to Seattle for college, but he graduated right as you entered - majored in film, minored in computer engineering.
You first spoke to Karkat via pesterchum about 6 months before moving to New York - he had meant to pester one of his friends but accidentally clicked a 'message random user' button instead, thus starting a conversation between him and a random user (you).
You and Karkat didn't have a very good first conversation, many insulting things were said by both parties before you both terminated the chat. The next day you received a rather strongly worded message that was supposedly an apology for his earlier reactions which he only sent at all because, and you quote, "-THERE WAS ONE PERSISTANT FUCKING BULGELICKER WHICH WAS RATHER INSISTANT UPON [him] SENDING YOU AN APPOLOGY." You apologized too, stating that you hadn't been in the best of moods that day - somehow after that you two got to talking and found that you were quite compatible.
You fetched a pair of scissors from a drawer under the cabinet and cut open the package before pulling out a DVD case, you flipped the case over to find a sticky note stuck to the front of what appeared to be a movie case. "YOU BETTER FUCKING WATCH THIS BULLSHIT" was scrawled on the note in all caps in silver sharpie. You sighed with an amused smile as you pulled the sticky note off, exposing the title of the movie.
You blinked, once, twice, a third time…
Was that supposed to be a title?
You heard that troll cinematography was a bit different that human cinematography purely because 1) the title gave away pretty much the entire plot of the movie, and 2) because some could span up to 10 hours in length- But you had never seen an actual troll film before, call you culturally dense, but it had just never been something you had done. You had seen them in the store occasionally when shopping, but you always got bored and/or confused within the first ten words of the title and just gave up.
Karkat really liked troll films. You had gathered that much within a few days of knowing him; he really was just an all-around movie nerd, he especially loved romance.
You always found Karkat incredibly adorable simply because despite his sharp tongue, pessimism, and attitude, he was not only a sucker for romance, but was a hopeless romantic himself.
You laughed softly to yourself and set the movie down on the counter - you would watch it later, maybe over a microwave dinner and a bowl of popcorn. You then deposited your bouquet into a vase, kicked your shoes off into some unknown location so that tomorrow you could pretend you were on a scavenger hunt, and sat down before your computer.
----chumHandle [CH] began pestering carcinoGeneticist [CG]----
CH: Eyyyyyyyy~
CH: Just got home from work like- five minutes ago
CG: YOU GET THE PACKAGE?
CH: I did indeed
CH: Thank you kind sir, how did you know red was my favorite color?
CG: I WOULD SAY I DIDN'T BUT THAT WOULD BE TOTAL AND UTTER BULLSHIT CONSIDERING WE BOTH REMEMBER THAT REDICULOUS CONVERSATION THAT SHALL NOT BE NAMED
CG: BUT REALLY IT DIDN'T EVEN HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH IT
CG: RED IS SIMPLY THE MOST TRADITIONAL COLOR, APPARENTLY, OR AT LEAST ACCORDING TO THE FUCKING ASSHAT FLORIST THAT I BOUGHT THEM FROM
CH: way to kill my dreams
CH: here I thought you were being considerate
CG: YOU KNOW THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT
CH: I was *joking* Kar-cuteness
CH: no need to get your crabby little boxers in a bunch
CH: but seriously, thanks, I love them
CH: the movie too - even though the title gave me a bit of a migraine
CG: YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO APPRECIATION FOR THE ARTS
CG: BUT YOU'RE WELCOME
CH: did you get my gift?
CH: I sent it a bit late so I was hoping it got to you in time
CG: YEAH
CG: I GOT IT
CG: YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO GET ME ANYTHING YOU KNOW
CH: but you got me something
CH: besides, you never let me buy you things
CH: and it was only a new sweatshirt since you had been complaining about yours shrinking in the wash
CG: WHATEVER
CG: THANKS, I LIKE IT
CG: HELLO
CG: (Y/N)?
CG: ARE YOU STILL THERE?
CH: yeah
CH: it's just that
CH: I really want to see you, Karkat
CG: I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT THIS RIGHT NOW (Y/N)
CH: but I do
CH: and we need to
CH: we can't just act like it's not a *problem*
CG: IT'S NOT A PROBLEM
CH: Isn't it Karkat?
CH: I mean, we've been dating for a year and I don't even know your last name let alone what you *look* like
CG: BECAUSE IT'S NOT FUCKING IMPORTANT
CH: No, I suppose it’s not
CH: but is it so wrong that I want to see you in person?
CH: that I want to hug you and kiss you
CH: and just be with you
CG: YOU DON'T THINK I DON'T WANT THAT TOO? JESUS (Y/N) WHAT DO YOU FUCKING TAKE ME FOR?
CH: if you want to see me too then why is it such a problem if I come visit you?
CG: IT JUST IS, (Y/N)
CH: summer break is coming up
CH: I've got a month's worth of vacation days to burn
CH: and I've got more than enough money to get a plane ticket
CG: I SAID NO, (Y/N)
CH: sometimes I feel like you're not even real
CH: like you're just a person that lives in my computer
CH: like I'm going to one day wake up and realize that I'm just fucking insane and I've been hallucinating the whole damn time
CG: HOW COULD YOU EVEN FUCKING SAY THAT?!
CH: I'm sorry, Karkat, but I can't help thinking it
CH: I just don’t understand what the big deal is
CH: are you embarrassed of me?
CG: WHAT? NO!
CH: don’t want to be seen associating with me because I'm younger than you?
CG: (Y/N) WE'VE ALREADY DISCUSSED THAT THAT IT ISN'T THE PROBLEM
CH: then there is a problem
CH: is there another woman?
CG: GOD FUCKING DAMNIT NO!
CG: ITS NOTHING LIKE THAT I SWEAR!
CH: then pray tell what is *it* Karkat
CG: I JUST DON’T WANT YOU TO BE DISAPOINTED
CH: why on earth would I be dissapointed?
CG: BECAUSE YOU SEEM TO HAVE THIS IMAGE OF ME
CG: LIKE IM SOME PERFECT FUCKING GREEK GOD
CG: BUT I'M NOT
CG: FAR FROM IT
CG: I'M BELOW AVERAGE
CG: I'M NOT GOOD LOOKING OR SMART OR ACCOMPLISHED OR HAVE SOME REALLY INTERESTING LIFE OR SOME SHIT LIKE THAT
CG: I WORK AT A COMPUTER REPAIR SHOP
CG: I'VE GOT NO REDEEMING QUALITIES WHAT-SO-FUCKING-EVER
CG: AND HERE YOU TALK TO ME LIKE I'M THE GODDAMN BEST THING SINCE CANNED HAM
CG: I DON'T WANT YOU TO SEE ME
CG: AND REALIZE WHAT A FUCKING LOSER I AM
CG: AND DECIDE YOU DON'T WANT THAT SHIT
CG: AND LEAVE
CH: jesus christ, Karkat
CH: you're not a loser
CH: I don’t care what you look like
CH: where you work
CH: how much money you have
CH: seriously, how low do you think I am?
CH: to think I'd leave you over something so ridiculous as that
CH: really?
CH: is that how you see me?
CG: GOD FUCKING DAMN IT! WHY DO YOU KEEP TWISTING AROUND EVERY MOTHERFUCKING WORD THAT LEAVES MY MOUTH AND THROWING IT BACK AT ME!
CG: I NEVER SAID I THOUGHT THAT YOU WERE 'LOW' OR ANY SORT OF SHIT LIKE THAT
CG: SO STOP FUCKING SAYING I AM
CG: I CANT HELP BUT BE FUCKING WORRIED SINCE I'M A FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT AND YOU'RE
CG: YOU'RE *YOU*
CH: will you stop saying that about yourself already!
CH: I'm sorry I brought it up
CH: listen, I didn't mean to turn this into a huge argument - especially because today is a special day
CH: we'll talk about it another time
CG: TOO FUCKING LATE FOR THAT, (Y/N), WE'RE ALREADY FUCKING TALKING ABOUT IT! MIGHT AS WELL JUST SAY TO FUCKING HELL WITH IT AND JUST LET IT ALL FUCKING OUT! I DON’T NEED TO EXPLAIN WHY THIS IS AN ISSUE
CG: SINCE YOU CLEARLY ALREADY KNOW
CG: AND YOU CANT JUST LEAVE WELL ENOUGH A-FUCKING-LONE
You gaped at your computer screen, face flush red with a building feeling that you could only describe as absolute rage. Before you could stop yourself your fingers flew over the keyboard, typing feverishly to match your ever building anger and frustration.
CH: you know what, fuck you
CH: I *clearly* just tried to leave well enough alone
CH: I said fucking sorry
CH: I put a fucking pin in it
CH: sent that little shitstorm of a touchy subject packing so we could pick it up when you weren't feeling like an asshole
CH: but oh no, I can’t leave well enough alone
CH: It's like you're looking for a fight
CH: and I'll tell you what
CH: you just motherfucking got one!
CH: so I think I will just "LET IT ALL FUCKING OUT"
CH: -the reason I'm so concerned is that I can't just carry out a relationship through a computer screen
CH: you don't even let me *call* you
CH: I don't even know what your fucking voice sounds like
CH: so, please, Karkat - if that's even your name - enlighten me with your ever flowing river of condescending wisdom
CH: how it this any way to conduct a proper relationship
CH: it's like we're complete strangers
CH: I feel like I'm talking to a fucking brick wall sometimes
CH: I don't have a face to put to your name
CH: I don’t even have a *voice*
CH: if that doesn’t say enough, I feel like I know nothing about you
CH: i didn't even know your occupation until just now
CH: so I'm sorry if I couldn't help feeling a bit insecure over here
CH: because there is *literally* no way that I know what you're doing
CH: that's why I'm concerned
CH: for all I know you're one of those guys that’s married with kids and carries out romantic relationships online with some college student who's simply too innocent to understand
CH: I'm not saying that's you
CH: but I'm certainly saying that you've left me in the dark enough that my imagination has come up with some pretty fucking interesting alternative ideas
CH: I didn't intend to turn this into a big thing
CH: but apparently it is
CH: because it's just *so* hard for you to call me on the phone or hell even text me a fucking picture so I know
CH: but I guess maybe this is a good thing
CH: because we've finally come to an understanding
CH: im an inconsiderate bitch who's so low as to leave the one guy she's ever loved because his life doesn't live up to her *expectations*
CH: and you're a dense asshole with a superiority complex and self-esteem issues
CH: I'm sorry Karkat but I'm not sure if I can do this anymore
CH: If you want to talk to me, you know where to find me
----chumHandle [CH] blocked carcinoGeneticist [CG]----
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Alrighty then
That was literally the LONGEST pesterchum/trollian conversation I have ever written
But damn it if I don't love writing the drama
This is supposed to be Karkat's rose!fic but... it's kinda long... I was originally gonna keep it like this, but its just way too long - so it's just gonna be in parts for now - I may combine them later but probably not.
It will probably be 2-3 (maybe 4) parts and part 2 will definitely be up sometime tomorrow (seriously I have this whole shitshow planned out - I've never through a fic through this much before) but its 12:30 in the morning right now and I'm tired as fuck and just want to go to bed but damn it if I didn't want to put this up first.
so yeah
who the fuck needs sleep anyway?
it's totally overrated if you ask me
I'm gonna fucking regret this tomorrow
OH! Also, I should explain this in case you're confused - Karkat is hiding himself from the reader because he is self conscious about the fact that he is a troll (considering in this AU interspecies relationships between humans and trolls are both rare and often up for debate/criticism)
I would like to say a few words to my lovely little Kar-cuteness and reader-chan before I go;
-Reader: you need to calm yo shit he will show you his fucking face on his own time, I understand that this is indeed a bit of a fucked up basis for a relationship but you've got to respect your man's privacy - and you should fucking know that he would never in a million years cheat on your ass, so pipe the fuck down with that shit
-Karkat: you need to have a little faith in the reader, she's not that low dude, you should know that by now - also, the reader is right, she tried to say towards the end that you guys should just drop it, but no, you had to be a dude about it and purposely provoke her into blowing up on you *slow claps* fucking genius we have right here, I tell ya
[I love how I'm criticizing them for shit I made them say]
anyways, I'll see y'all tomorrow/later today(?) I'm hoping to have the entirety of this fic up by monday but I'm not sure since I've got a huge presentation on monday which requires that I memorize an entire essay in Spanish in only two days and I don't know if I can handle that shit
jesus christ I'm rambling
I'm just gonna shut the hell up now
Part 1: You Are Here
Part 2: [KarkatxReader] Words: Part 2
Part 3: [KarkatxReader] Words: Part 3
Part 4: Coming Soon
Epilogue: Coming Soon
That was literally the LONGEST pesterchum/trollian conversation I have ever written
But damn it if I don't love writing the drama
This is supposed to be Karkat's rose!fic but... it's kinda long... I was originally gonna keep it like this, but its just way too long - so it's just gonna be in parts for now - I may combine them later but probably not.
It will probably be 2-3 (maybe 4) parts and part 2 will definitely be up sometime tomorrow (seriously I have this whole shitshow planned out - I've never through a fic through this much before) but its 12:30 in the morning right now and I'm tired as fuck and just want to go to bed but damn it if I didn't want to put this up first.
so yeah
who the fuck needs sleep anyway?
it's totally overrated if you ask me
I'm gonna fucking regret this tomorrow
OH! Also, I should explain this in case you're confused - Karkat is hiding himself from the reader because he is self conscious about the fact that he is a troll (considering in this AU interspecies relationships between humans and trolls are both rare and often up for debate/criticism)
I would like to say a few words to my lovely little Kar-cuteness and reader-chan before I go;
-Reader: you need to calm yo shit he will show you his fucking face on his own time, I understand that this is indeed a bit of a fucked up basis for a relationship but you've got to respect your man's privacy - and you should fucking know that he would never in a million years cheat on your ass, so pipe the fuck down with that shit
-Karkat: you need to have a little faith in the reader, she's not that low dude, you should know that by now - also, the reader is right, she tried to say towards the end that you guys should just drop it, but no, you had to be a dude about it and purposely provoke her into blowing up on you *slow claps* fucking genius we have right here, I tell ya
[I love how I'm criticizing them for shit I made them say]
anyways, I'll see y'all tomorrow/later today(?) I'm hoping to have the entirety of this fic up by monday but I'm not sure since I've got a huge presentation on monday which requires that I memorize an entire essay in Spanish in only two days and I don't know if I can handle that shit
jesus christ I'm rambling
I'm just gonna shut the hell up now
Part 1: You Are Here
Part 2: [KarkatxReader] Words: Part 2
Part 3: [KarkatxReader] Words: Part 3
Part 4: Coming Soon
Epilogue: Coming Soon
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Dang! Lil' mama set him straight! XD Kick his ass!