WELL YEAH WHEN YOU'RE ON A "ASK SOLLUX" PAGE, CHANCES ARE THERE'S GONNA BE LOTS OF SOLLUX.
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▼: *CG IS A GIANT FUCKING CRAB, LIKE THE OTHER PEOPLE WHO DO THIS SHIT DECIDE TO BE THEIR LUSUS, AND SCREECHES AT AC* ▲: :33 < *the now scared kitty leaps off the crabs lap and stares at him with curiosity, befur papping him on the head* ▼: *CG IS FUCKING CRAZY AND SNAPS HIS CLAWS AT THAT FUCKING CAT.* ▲: :33 < *ac hisses and pounces on cg, licking him* ▼: *CG YELLS FOR THE CAT TO GET OFF* ▲: :33 < *ac refuses to get off until the crab plays nice!* ▼: *CG DOES NOT PLAY NICE, BECAUSE HE IS CRAZY* ▼: *SCREE* ▲: :33 < *then the kitten will stay perched ontop of him, licking his face!* ▲: :33 < *lick lick* ▼: *CG IS NOW ENGULFED INSIDE OF THE ENDLESS RAGE THAT IS HIS LIFE.*
Character sheet Age: 16 years Relationship: bitter and dumb, you're my sugarplum. you're awful. i love you.
Onderwerp: Re: Pesterchum zo jan 29, 2012 3:14 am
roses are red my name is dave this poem is fucking ironic microwave
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Friend: Extremely poetic and beautifully written sentences with a wonderful use of metaphor language and a wide usage of vocabulary. Each word is sewn together with emotion and causes the reader to feel many things.The post is stunningly perfect with spot-on grammar and mechanics. Me: Sup. -puts feet up-
Laatst aangepast door Karkat op zo jan 29, 2012 3:21 am; in totaal 1 keer bewerkt
Xephos
Aantal berichten : 40 Registratiedatum : 22-01-12
Character sheet Age: 17 Relationship: Nobody can love a not-horned Troll like me.
Onderwerp: Re: Pesterchum zo jan 29, 2012 3:15 am
Karkat schreef:
roses are red my name is dave this poem is fucking ironic microwave
Character sheet Age: 16 years Relationship: bitter and dumb, you're my sugarplum. you're awful. i love you.
Onderwerp: Re: Pesterchum ma jan 30, 2012 2:51 am
"“Shhh,” you say, and cup the back of his head. It feels infinitely precious, the way it fits against your palm, and he vibrates all over in response. “Shhh,” he mumbles back at you, “shooooooooooooshh,” still almost strangling on that purr of of his, and his fingers curl into the collar of your t-shirt. He’s rubbing against you, his knees digging hard into your thighs, his folded shins sharp against yours-- he’s a nightmare of a cuddle-toy, all points, and really heavy. But you hang on, and his slim torso fits perfectly in the angles of your arms when you wrap them around him. He tucks his head up under your chin, and you rub your nose against one of his horns. It’s nubbly-smooth, velvety slick in a weird way, and it makes him giggle. And then you giggle, and you’re both just very carefully holding each other and touching each other and you are so breathlessly happy.
“What is this?” you ask, really quietly, so you don’t break the spell.
“Moirallegiance,” he says, also quietly, and he looks as shy as a kid can get with a big doofy grin splitting his face from ear to ear. He swallows, hard, and the purr kicks down a few notches. “I mean, that, or you just like to wring out your shame-sponge by molesting random sleeping kids.” “That first thing,” you decide, and stroke the warm pink scrunched-up hills of his cheeks, and he is lost again. He opens his mouth and nothing comes out but throbbing, happy noise. He turns his head sideways into one of your hands, and he closes his eyes, and he kisses one of your palms, this gentle damp press of lips. It feels like you have won some vast, enormous prize, and you’re too happy to care about the terms."
Ehehe, moirallegiance lijkt meer op heel zoetsappige liefde dan broship. :'D
Xephos
Aantal berichten : 40 Registratiedatum : 22-01-12
Character sheet Age: 17 Relationship: Nobody can love a not-horned Troll like me.
Onderwerp: Re: Pesterchum ma jan 30, 2012 4:52 am
Karkat schreef:
"“Shhh,” you say, and cup the back of his head. It feels infinitely precious, the way it fits against your palm, and he vibrates all over in response. “Shhh,” he mumbles back at you, “shooooooooooooshh,” still almost strangling on that purr of of his, and his fingers curl into the collar of your t-shirt. He’s rubbing against you, his knees digging hard into your thighs, his folded shins sharp against yours-- he’s a nightmare of a cuddle-toy, all points, and really heavy. But you hang on, and his slim torso fits perfectly in the angles of your arms when you wrap them around him. He tucks his head up under your chin, and you rub your nose against one of his horns. It’s nubbly-smooth, velvety slick in a weird way, and it makes him giggle. And then you giggle, and you’re both just very carefully holding each other and touching each other and you are so breathlessly happy.
“What is this?” you ask, really quietly, so you don’t break the spell.
“Moirallegiance,” he says, also quietly, and he looks as shy as a kid can get with a big doofy grin splitting his face from ear to ear. He swallows, hard, and the purr kicks down a few notches. “I mean, that, or you just like to wring out your shame-sponge by molesting random sleeping kids.” “That first thing,” you decide, and stroke the warm pink scrunched-up hills of his cheeks, and he is lost again. He opens his mouth and nothing comes out but throbbing, happy noise. He turns his head sideways into one of your hands, and he closes his eyes, and he kisses one of your palms, this gentle damp press of lips. It feels like you have won some vast, enormous prize, and you’re too happy to care about the terms."
Ehehe, moirallegiance lijkt meer op heel zoetsappige liefde dan broship. :'D
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