Rvywvy

They. Are. DISASTERS. The self-loathing. The sass. The DRAMA. The struggle to hold their emotions back. They would bounce through so many quadrants like pingpong balls, not even they would know where they'd land minute to minute. The stupid arguments would be legendary.

And yet. I think it could work.

They are all romantics (even Sollux, see how he is with Feferi). They wear their demons openly. Karkat can give good advice. Sollux is efficient and practical when the circumstances call. Eridan is surprisingly strong. All three are more equipped to help the problems of the others in this triad than one might suspect at a glance. I love imagining them being pale together and cuddling. I love imagining them choking each other out and yelling in the pitch fits. I love imagining them taking turns to kiss when they go flush. I love imagining the panic of whoever is stuck mediating when they go ashen (it's not always Karkat) and the painstakingly stupid compromises ("dude. You can't ask Eridan not to wear his cape when we go out, that's like his security blanket-" "-THE FUCK IT'S NOT-" "-you have to deal. We can get him to stop being an asshole about which utensils to use when we eat in public though, that's fair, he's a shithead for that").