#barkkrab

I really want a Karkat to rp with my GrimBark!Jade. Peeoopplleee should message me if they feel like rping, send me an ask yo! Skype it up~

carcinoGeneticist [CG] began trolling gardenGnostic [GG]  CG: THE PASSWORD IS  CG: SEE YOU SOON  CG: OK UH  CG: I'M GOING TO TAKE YOUR LACK OF RESPONSE AS TACIT VERIFICATION. CG: ALSO  CG: THIS PRETTY MUCH HAS TO BE THE LAST CONVERSATION WE HAVE, RIGHT?  CG: YOUR TIMELINE CUTS OUT COMPLETELY IN A MINUTE OR TWO BECAUSE OF THE SCRATCH.  CG: WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT UP THERE?  CG: ARE YOU HYPNOTIZED BY THE FLASHY SHIT, WHAT THE FUCK.  CG: THAT'S BEEN GOING ON EVER SINCE JOHN STARTED SCRATCHING THAT BIG GODDAMN RECORD, AREN'T YOU ACCLIMATED TO IT BY NOW?  CG: HELLO????????????  CG: HARLEY, JEGUS MOTHER OF SCREAMING FUCK.  CG: WHATEVER, I HAVE SHIT TO DO NOW.  CG: I GUESS I SHOULD BE KEEPING AN EYE IN THE SKY TOO NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT.  CG: THE BRIGHT GREEN BEACON SHOULD BE APPEARING ANY MINUTE, ASSUMING YOU ACTUALLY MANAGE TO BLOW UP THE SUN.  CG: AND THEN  CG: WELL, THEN I GUESS MAYBE WE ALL GET TO HANG OUT?  CG: WHILE MAYBE ALSO NOT BEING IN UNYIELDING MORTAL PERIL???  CG: IT'S GETTING KIND OF OLD, FRANKLY.  CG: OK, WELL THIS IS A PRETTY CRAPPY FAREWELL, BUT I GUESS IT'LL HAVE TO DO SINCE THERE IS SOME SERIOUSLY SHOW-STOPPING SHIT TRANSPIRING UP THERE IN FUCKING OUTER SPACE.  CG: LATER JADE, I'M GOING TO GO MAKE SURE JOHN KNOWS WHAT THE HELL HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE DOING.  CG: AND IN CASE NONE OF THIS WORKS AND WE DON'T ACTUALLY GET TO MEET  CG: I GUESS I SHOULD SAY...  CG: SINCE APPARENTLY MY GUTLESS FUTURE SELF CAN'T EXPRESS HIMSELF AND NEVER GOT AROUND TO SAYING SO  CG: THUS LEAVING IT UP TO ME AS USUAL  CG: TO SAY  CG: THAT  GG: oh sorry!  GG: i was distracted  CG: OH  GG: no not by all the scratchy stuff in the sky  GG: theres something coming down...  CG: WHAT

She knows.

a'ight it's just a sketch, though i wanted to do a better/fully colored pic but

guess who just read a cute lil fanfiction?

You're not sure when the worry started to take control over your entire body. Maybe it had always been there, hidden under the many layers that you consist of. Rage, anger, fear, frustration, regret, and countless other amounts of emotions that you try to ignore for the sake of everyone else (and yourself). Maybe you tried to ignore your worry so that you could actually do something with the remainder of your life. Maybe you just never recognized it. Maybe, maybe, maybe. You just never knew with yourself anymore.

You aren't even sure how she found out. Something tells you that Miss Glub-a-glub happy-happy fish faced Feferi had probably leaked it out somewhere in the middle of their cultural exchange. No going back now. The word was out and now you had a heap of blubbery mess clinging on to you for dear life. Not for her life (not that she could die very easily anyways, being a god and all), but yours.

You tried to get her to calm down, talk some sense into her, maybe let you go even so you could at least breathe (not really you hope she doesn't let go any time soon she's so soft and warm and she smells good too, especially her long raven colored hair) but she doesn't relent and just continues to cry on you. She's spurting out words a million miles a second, and you can't understand a word she saying. So you just let her sit there for a while, awkwardly patting her head and trying to resist the urge to poke at her (snow white, extra fluffy, adorable) barkbeast ears.

(You failed to resist the urge, but you don't think she noticed. Maybe.)

Eventually she ran out of energy, her violent sobs transforming completely so that she was only quietly mumbling to herself. Things like how it wasn't fair, it just wasn't fair, wasn't fair at all, why does this have to happen to you, why, of all people, why why why (why?? You had been asking the same question for the entirety of your pitiful life), and both of you knew that you didn't have the answers to any of her questions. But she kept talking anyways, hiccuping between a word here and there, venting out her frustrations.

When she was finally done ranting, she kind of curled into a ball, shivering pathetically in your lap (and if that isn't the most pitiful thing you've ever seen then you swear you are going to eat your Thresh Prince of Bel-Air poster, at least until you absentmindedly remember that it was destroyed). You aren't quite sure what to do, all instances of any helpful movie clip washed right out of your brain and right into the trash bin, so you kind of just... Wrap your arms around her, hoisting her head onto your shoulder. And then you begin to talk.

You talk about a lot of things, briefly telling her about Alternia, about the troll society and the lusi (you even go into the history of your favorite movies a little bit, wanting to avoid the main topic as long as you can). But there was no avoiding it, so you finally decided to get on with it and talk about the sore subject of the night. The hemospectrum. She tightens up as you go into detail about all of the different blood castes, and how depending on what blood color you had, the higher up in society you were, and the lower you were the least amount of privileges you got, ect., ect.

You are pretty sure she has heard this talk from you at least 69 different times, but she sits there patiently, waiting for you to go through every minimal detail. Maybe she wanted to avoid the topic too. (The thought passes by that maybe she just wanted to lay here as long as she could with you, but you shake it out of your mind because that's just a new level of insane.) Her breath gets slower and slower as she calms down until your'e afraid she might fall asleep on you. Literally.

Just as she seems to be nodding off, you start to tell her the stuff she wants to know, and her eyes opened wide and she snapped back into reality. You knew it was inevitable that she would find out, someone idiot would slip their tongue (you are just glad that the idiot wasn't you, knowing what an insufferable nincompoop your past self is), but you've just been trying to avoid this situation as much as possible (because honestly, you didn't know what to do or what to say, and you still aren't sure what you are doing). 

She rests her head against you as you tell her that every troll lives only so long, and that the number of days you have to live is numbered from day one depending on what color your blood is. You, being a mutant blood (you still hate to say it aloud), are the lowest of the low, the peasant, the runt, the experiment gone wrong, and that makes you the most vulnerable.

In other words, you don't know how long you'll live.

And that really scares you, even though you should have been used to it by now because of all the death threats and culling and hardships on Alternia and even on this twisted game that they've all played that pretty much ruined their entire lives and any chance of living even a tiny bit normal, not that you are normal anyways but come on was it too much to ask for one day when you didn't have to worry about your life or the life of someone that you loved or eve-

Something gently squeezes your waist, and you realize that you started to ramble and she was trying to comfort you, giving you a hug and nuzzling her head into your shoulder. Now you are shivering, and you aren't really sure why, but you start to cry on her shoulder and you try to contain the sticky, red, unnatural mutant tears from staining her (perfect, beautiful, natural, god tier) dress. But she pats your back and then you lose it, and you release the Earth's Niagara Falls into her shoulder.

(Maybe you're being a bit dramatic, but you don't cry often so a single tear just seems really huge to you.)

Then it was her turn to talk to you. She told you about Earth, and her island, and her good dog, best friend (before he went insane and started murdering everyone, and you were going to remind her, but you felt that it wasn't the right time for that), and even her ridiculous T.V. shows about small squids that she had a million stuffed animals for.

She runs out of things to say, and you sit there quietly for a moment, mulling things over. Then, still in your half-hugging, half-laying position on the floor, she sighs and says sorry for over-reacting, sorry for wasting your time, sorry for this and sorry for that, and she tightens her grip on you for one last hug before attempting to get up. 

Some sort of wire trips in your head and your hand reaches up to grab hers before you can even process it. She looks at you in surprise, big puppy eye dogs looking down on you as your fingers cling on to her.

guys i made a beatonstuck

it's my fav crossover, real talk

also it's jadekat

looks like everyone's uploading their contributions to the hso round 1 collab we did!