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You probably weren’t asking for/expecting this but here’s some odd interpretation of Artemis i picked up from your description,,, 

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Before Art was cool || Accepting !

      “Hi there my name is Artemis Darkness Dementia Raven Way and I have long blonde hair with light blue streaks and they’re totally natural. I wear a hat because I killed myself by throwing a knife into the air and letting it fall down on top of me, because THAT’S how physics works, so I need the hat so my big bloody ghost wound doesn’t show. And also I was an orphan kidnapped and trained to be an assassin and also adopted by an orphanage for the smartest children in the world right after I ran away from that first mess, but now I’m a ghost trapped eternally to wander the earth and be really sassy to everyone I’ve ever met. My house is filled with booby traps and if you don’t whip a throwing knife into the wall when you walk in it fills with poison gas. All the preps put their middle fingers up at me.” 

This is not a direct quote but it might as well be.

Ladies and Gentleman, the character I brazenly ripped my OOC name from, ARTEMIS! My very first OC, my very first rp experience, for my very first tumblr blog. It’s definitely been a while since I’ve had muse for her, but she was undoubtedly the beginning of a legend. 

Before Art was cool || Accepting ! 

 CG: IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO THIS HERMIT CRAB?? 

 CG: THIS TINY, IMMACULATE BUNDLE OF BEAUTY, GRACE, LEFTOVER OCEANIC GARBAGE, AND MY REMAINING WILL TO SURVIVE ON THIS SHITORB OF A PLANET? 

 CG:I WILL FUCKING **DESTROY** EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU TOILET-MILDEW-LICKING LIMP-BULGED DICK HUGGERS AND THEN MYSELF, WITH MY OWN TWO GODDAMN SICKLES AND THE WILLPOWER OF A LAMB JUMPING THE FENCE OF YOUR DREAMS AND ESCAPING THE FUCKING SLAUGHTER. 

I have played not one, not four, but three Karkats in my time on this planet. I went into the homestuck fandom but a child, and I came out a rampant foul mouthed deviant meme. 

While I may have come out emotionally repressed and with the language of a sailor dual majoring in English, I did make the best promo of my life: 

     “Yeah, well-” Comebacks failed him at Jasper’s incredible choice of words. Well, he might have taken home the trophy for pre-game banter, but there was no way in heck Davey was letting him win this competition. This was no time for trash talk, anyway. Trash talk was for cowards who had to rely on words to psych their opponent out since their skills weren’t up to the task of doing that themselves. Davey might not have been good at many things, but he was dang good at blowing bubbles. He’d even wound up having to miss recess a couple of times for having gum in school when he wasn’t supposed to. You know, not to brag, or anything.

So, the second- the MILLISECOND- the word “go” escaped his friend’s mouth, the strip of gum was shoved (rather messily) into his mouth, recoiling only slightly at the taste. (Seriously, grape? Sheesh, Jasper was lucky he was cool in every other way. Who likes GRAPE?) Well, Jasper may have been the first one to blow his bubble, but Davey’s was sure to be bigger.

…Or not. In fact, the bubble that Davey managed was rather pathetic in comparison, and the second it popped, he spat the piece out and added it to his growing collection of used gum under the table. Unsurprisingly, his arms were crossed shortly after.

“Well, whatever, grape gum is gross, anyway. It’s not worth winning if I have to chew THAT.” Yeah, okay, Davey, whatever you say.

He doesn’t like it because it’s grape, he likes it because it’s purple. He needs to keep his gum in theme with his favorite color, if the bright purple flannel he painstakingly buttons up each day isn’t enough of an indication. To be honest, he’s never been one for gum chewing at all - far too much of a keener to risk it during the school year. 

So maybe it’s his lack of experience that breeds his overconfidence. Not only has he never been in direct competition before for anything except for the Mathletes competition (In which everyone gets a participation award regardless), but he’s definitely never come close to winning. Is this what success feels like? 

Unfortunately for Jasper, karma is as brutal as ever. It’s time for a lesson in counting your bubbles before they’ve popped. 

Or, to be more specific, in laughing at your friends popped-bubble misery before popping your own, because smiling is the number one way to lose control of your bubble and pop it all over your face. 

The only place that purple gum is less enticing than underneath the table is all over his face. It’s everywhere. It’s in his hair, his eyebrows, almost entirely covering his eyes ... There is a silent moment of shock, a moment impossible to process by his mere mortal mind.