Posts tagged karkat vantas
Posts tagged karkat vantas
Let’s talk about whats really interesting instead:
you speak to my soul
someone should prompt it on the kink meme or something
I don’t care about the foursome for itself but
what i love about karkat<>kanaya is how they’re probably better as friends. but does that stop them from fantasizing about it. and tying themselves into knots over it. and being friends. and dropping everything to run through burning forests together because neither of them can fly. IT DOES NOT
This is all completely accurate I have been trying since yesterday to decide if we are the worst or the best at shipping.
they fell asleep watching twilight.
(but I will do this one because it came in before I asked for non-anon prompts)
the sex scene went horribly glitched
when, behind Harley’s ears, Karkat scritched
he had wrongass conclusions
about horn-placed protrusions,
and her leg thrashed and violently twitched
Our Heroes commenced with loud flailings
and ranged arguments about failings
but she felt like a mook
mashing ice to his nook
thus, I fear, was the end of ‘night’s pailings
i like the idea of trolls displaying aggression and submission the exact opposite of the way humans do. if their head is bowed, they’re being threatening because the horns are angled toward you. if their heads are raised, it’s because they’re showing their necks and indicating submission. if they’re glaring at you like the karkat in the bottom left then you’re really in trouble because he is 100% done with your shit john.
credit goes to asuka for coming up with this in how she portrays kk in battlefield terra
:DDDDD haha i was about to say THATS HOW I DO IT haha welp.
JADE: hey guys
JADE: long time no see
Well John’s fuzzy head is a good warm place to sleep
Posting this even though it means cats on my blog, because this is totally my headcanon except with
because it is really funny to me if trolls never entirely *get* human sleeping beds. So sometimes if John is unconscious and Karkat isn’t *quite* tired enough to dump himself in sopor slime and he doesn’t feel like being alone, he’ll climb atop the blanket summit of the John pile, and sort of settle in up there, lounging and texting or reading or whatever.
And usually John is really amused about this because aliens, unless Karkat wakes him up when he is not in the mood to be awake, or if the added compression sets off bizarre dreams. Like when he had a nightmare that he was popping a zit, and the zit was him, and it was truly upsetting.
But Karkat refused to apologize until John explained why he was cranky, and have *you* ever tried to explain dream logic while angry about it? (I have not, but I imagine the result is ridiculous.)
On Kanaya’s return, Karkat has extricated himself from the pile, save for the edge of cloak tangled around an ankle. He’s lying on the floor, limbs brought up to thorax, and the stink of him is sweat and alien strangeness and not quite *food*, thank the mothergrub, hunger does not urge her to rip open his brave chest and fist his vital fluid into her gaping hole of mouth. But still close for that, close enough that the wrongness of him lodges in her throat like spoiled protein.
He’s insensate to all appearances, but she drops down at his back and Karkat stretches a hand to her cheek. His fingers come away wet. Is she crying? No, it’s only that she forgot to wash her face. Her tongue, touching the side of her lips, finds blood. His fingertips are streaked with cerulean.
Kanaya snaps out and catches his thieving arm, wrist bones grinding under her thumb. Karkat watches her with glass-eyed, blasphemous patience, and Kanaya centers herself. She wraps her other hand around his palm, gentle as if it this had been her full and only motive. The trace blue droplets smear to inedibility between their fingers.
"How are you feeling?" she asks him.
"What, you mean besides my absorption loops being replaced with broiled rock juice?" He pauses, mouth open in pant, sincerely pondering the question. "Hunnn. I think actually. Okay. It’s like, I know that I should be flipping my shit right now, but I’m just banging on the wall like an asshole who doesn’t realize toggle knob is a foot to the left. For shit flipping? Hunh. That didn’t work." He laughs, rough and choking, but Kanaya doesn’t recognize any edge of hysteria. She forces her face into an answering smile.
"I’m glad to hear that," she says. "Because I’m not dealing very well at all." She leans over until her head rests on his shoulder. He’s so warm. Or she’s so impossibly cold. “One of us should act as emotional grounding.”
“Heh, I don’t know.” When his fingertips find the base of her horn, a knot inside her chest begins, very subtly, to unravel. “We’ve got each other this far.”
… I can’t even try to pretend that I am the victim here, huh?
Okay so Kanaya has pretty much zero business competing in a dressage event. She’s a highly acclaimed rider; but she’s a high acclaimed rider in the *Western style*, and has only once before even sat atop an English saddle.
But there was this *smirk* in Rose Lalonde’s voice when she’d invited Kanaya
Late december is a beautiful season because the entire city is done up in Karkat<>Kanaya shipping colours.
And lots of people even go out with red and jade-ish green shipping banners wrapped around their necks, and if you offer a smile and a knowing nod they will return it gladly, and it is nice how easily strangers passing on the street understand each other re: correct Homestuck relationship opinions.
Sometimes the shipping scarves are accented in gold. I am not sure who decided it was acceptable to extend the festivities to Sollux threesomes, but you know what, I am in such a holiday mood, I don’t even make it an issue.