#v3.

@kitmitsu, starter call. verse: first meeting (actual).

nausea sweeps over him in a vicious wave, has him bent double and hacking a cough into his cupped palms. he knows it’s a strider before he even looks up -- they give mituna a special kind of trouble. so many versions of them are hopping around paradox space, causing havoc, kicking up dust in mituna’s thinkpan. it’s still sore in places, raw and healing over, but dave can’t be blamed for that. he isn’t to know. “5HITT!! YOU 5HOULD COME WITTH A WARNING!!” he’s good natured, grinning gaudily, but his fingers are shaking when he folds his arms and taps them against his bicep. “I KNOW YOU!! 5TTRIDER.” that’s nice. the name falls out of his mouth, graceless and ringed by his accent. “ALWAY5 5O BU5Y, IN AND OUTT OF TTIME.”

❝   I’ve  literally  done  everything  harry  said.      wand - angle ,   posture ,   gesture .    all  in  check ,    BUT  THIS  PATRONUS  WON’T  LEAVE  MY  WAND !                    help   me   out ,   please .    just    tell   me   what   ‘m   doing   wrong .     ❞     /     @carrowbeater   ♥

                         “------ good looking girl like you shouldn’t                                                 wonder around by herself at night.”

                        his apartment is, to say the least, a mess.    not that is isn’t usually, but after the whole ordeal with the time-travel and the soul-switching and dirk gently, todd find that the motivation to do mundane things like tidy up on a regular basis has escaped him.           he is currently sitting in his sofa, that has for sure seen better days, strumming his electric guitar absentmindedly.  he isn’t really playing anything, after the beating the old thing took when todd had a minor after a certain wrecking of his home, playing it properly just doesn’t sound quite as beautiful.    not that he thinks dirk, his only audience, would notice or mind.           “do you play any instruments?”              he stops playing and finds himself asking a question he has never even thought about before.    there are a lot of things he doesn’t know about his.. well, friend, but this might be a good place to start. 

❝    francis ,  darling                  ❞      behind   your   calm   facade ,         you   hide   the    screaming  prayers   sent   towards  god   instill   some  sensibility   in   the   KING  OF  FRANCE ,     who   was   only   avoiding   his   more   pressing  matters     that   demanded   his   presence   in   court .           ❝     the   privy   council   has   called   for   a    meeting    this   afternoon !                                surely   your   BOATS    can   wait   an   afternoon .      ❞    /  @ashesfade  ♥

he never thought about how hard it would be, to be back but still lonely. to be back but to hold a grudge so strong he may as well suffocate under the weight of it. he can’t look at karkat for too long without filling in the gaps himself: hair a little neater, eyes a little colder, and he’s a dead ringer for kankri. he’s defenceless against the nostalgia when it hits him. “WHATT5 YOUR CAPTTOR LIKE??” he asks, instead of tackling the weight in his bloodpusher.