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waitineedaname · 5 years ago

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davekat childhood friends remeeting in college au please,,,, my heart (also congrats!! you deserve all the love i stan you sm)

you have all my uwus omg

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Going to college far away was fucking weird. Dave didn’t mind it, but it was just… well, there were pros and cons to his choice in higher education.

Pro: the school had a really great photography program.

Con: he was really far away from basically everyone he knew.

Pro: being so far away meant he didn’t have to worry about his Bro breathing down his neck anymore.

Con: no, seriously, like really far away.

Pro: his professors seemed decent so far and the dining hall was close to his dorm.

Con: oh god what the fuck was he thinking.

Okay, maybe he was overreacting a little bit. It wasn’t like he was completely cut off from everyone. John had agreed to Facetime him regularly, and Jade sent him tons of Snapchats from wherever far off place she was gallivanting through before she had to go back to school too. Rose was close enough that they could occasionally road trip and visit each other, but not close enough that it could be a regular thing. And hey, maybe he’ll really hit it off with his roommate or something, and everything will be okay.

He plopped himself down on the far side of his English classroom and pulled out his notebook. It was the first day for this particular class and it was only an hour long, so he doubted they’d be doing much else than going over the syllabus, but having his notebook out meant he could doodle and, subsequently, pay attention better. He was busy trying to draw a hyperrealistic eye over a ridiculously abstract SBaHJ mouth just to see what it would look like when the professor reached his name in roll call.

“Here.” He said, glancing in her direction before pulling out the syllabus so he could read over it while still doodling. Having a last name that started with S usually meant they were nearing the end of the attendance sheet by the time they got to him, so unless someone had a name that started with V or something, they were basically done.

“Karkat Vantas?” The professor said, and Dave’s head snapped up. Wait, what?

“Here,” came the raspy response near the door. Dave’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. He’d thought maybe it was just a weird case of someone mysteriously having the same name as his childhood friend, but no shit, that was Karkat. He was like ten when he last saw him, so he looked a lot older and a hell of a lot more exhausted, but there was no mistaking him. Holy shit.

Dave barely paid attention the whole time the professor went over the syllabus, too busy trying to catch Karkat’s eye, but dammit, he was totally focused on what the professor was saying. He almost laughed at how little things had changed. Karkat was always the one hanging off their teachers’ every word, while Dave was the one with the undiagnosed ADHD trying to distract his best friend with whatever he had on hand.

He finally managed to tune back in to catch his professor saying something about how she wanted them to “really form a bond with your fellow classmates” and how they should “pair up with a classmate you don’t know so you have a buddy if you miss class or need help.” Dave damn near leaped out of his seat when she let them loose to socialize for the last ten minutes of class, and he made a bee-line to Karkat’s seat.

“Karkat.” He said, bouncing on his heels at Karkat’s table. Karkat looked up from where he’d been shoving his books back in his backpack and gave him a confused look.

“Uh, hi.” He said, giving him no sign that he recognized him. Dave panicked.

“It’s me!” Dave said, then immediately winced at his own vagueness. “Dave.”

“That… sure is your name.” Karkat was continuing to disoriented and more than a little annoyed.

“No, dude, Dave Strider. We went to elementary school together? You had those bigass glasses and I called them ugly on the playground because I was a stupid five year old with no sense of etiquette - not that I’m much better now, I guess, since this is probably the most awkward way I could’ve possibly reintroduced myself, but, shit, I’m getting off track. You threw mud at my shades and said now we both had ugly glasses, and then we ate lunch together like every day after that. Do-. Do you remember?” He faltered a little bit, worried this was an unfortunate case of mistaken identity. Karkat’s eyes widened cartoonishly as recognition passed across his face.

“Holy shit. Dave?!”

“Yeah, dude, the one and only.”

“Jesus fuck, you got tall.” Karkat commented, sitting back and looking him over.

“And you did not.” Dave teased, relaxed now that they were on the same page. He hopped up to sit to the side of Karkat’s desk. “How the fuck have you been, man? Where the hell did you even move to? It was like you disappeared off the face of the earth.”

“Basically.” Karkat snorted. “My dad got a job transfer out of fucking nowhere that summer and the whole family had to move. It sucked having to start all over in sixth goddamn grade, but whatever. I’m sure you weren’t too distraught at my absence since you had John.” Karkat added, gently shoving at his leg in a halfhearted attempt to get him off his desk.

“I mean yeah, John and I got hella tight after that, but it sucked losing my oldest friend.” Dave shrugged. Karkat gave him a skeptical look.

“You cannot be referring to me.”

“No, I’m referring to some other idiot I started hanging around when I could barely walk. Yeah, I’m referring to you, dipshit. We were like soul brothers, man. Joined at the goddamn hip. Two peas in one dumbass pod pretending to slay dragons on the playground. Or aliens. Or that one time your furry sister started reading those Warriors books and she convinced us to roleplay cats. How’s she doing, by the way?”

“Nepeta’s fine.” Karkat said, amused. “What, are you looking for someone to help you break out of your repressed furry state? Do you want me to draw you a fucking fursona?” He patted Dave’s knee and put on a condescending tone. “It’s okay, bro, I won’t judge.”

“I mean, are you offerin’? What’re your commission rates?” The look Karkat gave him was scathing. “Nah, I’m kidding. If I want furry art, I can just hit up Jade. What I am wondering is if you wanna maybe grab something to eat?” Dave asked, faux casual. “I dunno if you’ve hit up that burger place by the university union, but they’re not half bad, and their fries fucking kick ass. Like seriously, orgasmic level shit. I’d fucking live off of those fries if I could. I mean, I probably could eat nothing but overly seasoned fries until the day I die, but that date would be way sooner than it should be because I’ll have destroyed my digestive tract with salt. But, you know, you gotta make sacrifices for what you love, and I’m telling you, I really do love those fries.”

“Jesus christ, you really haven’t changed.” Karkat rolled his eyes. “Here I was hoping - no, praying that puberty might have forced you to finally grow a single brain cell, but I guess I should be used to my dreams being dashed and splattered to oblivion like someone took the most fragile, paper thin egg thrown against a brick wall. Oh, you see that tiny little dribble of yolk sliding down the most microscopic sliver of an eggshell? That’s the last of my hope for humanity leaking away because you’re still a goddamn imbecile.”

“Yeah, well, puberty finally helped you grow a jawline. Shit could cut diamonds. Uh,” Dave panicked, “Not that I’m checking out your jaw or anything. Fuck, that wasn’t even a good come back, goddammit-”

Karkat’s simultaneously exasperated and fond made his heart flutter just the tiniest bit. “Just take me to the fucking burger place, shitbrain.”

“Yeah, okay.”

Maybe he wouldn’t be too lonely after all.

#dave strider #karkat vantas #davekat #homestuck #THIS IS SUCH A GOOD PROMPT THANK YOU #my writing #okay to reblog #and thank u for the love omg <3 #u know how I said I'd made some really good friends???#that's you bro!!!!#thank you for making this a Good Time #notedchampagne #asks

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jolly-loui-s · 5 years ago

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The irony of roleplaying as a wizard chapter 3 by Jolly Loui S

Fandom: Homestuck

Pairing: Davekat Dave x Karkat

words (chapters 3/?): 5??? words (was too lazy to count)

If you liked this work please drop a kudo on archiveofourown in the link below:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16975734/chapters/53320204#workskin

link to chapter 2:

https://jolly-loui-s.tumblr.com/post/190382520016/the-irony-of-roleplaying-as-a-wizard-chapter-2-by

*Trigger warning, this shit is heavy* (you can skip to the end notes for a summary if you don't want to read it because it contains mention of child abuse and character dead)

Karkat stop basking in the presence of Jegus and be Dave=>

You are Dave, but not Dave in this moment. Instead you are Dave that takes place in another plane of existence. This Dave was lying on his bed. Sweat claimed his forehead as any other day because of the god unforgiven Texas heat. It was Summer and no matter how many times you tried the air conditioning remained broken. Because every time you think you finally cracked the code of basic mechanics a shadowy figure appears and the whole thing falls apart again. So, you just stopped trying. Instead you accepted your doom of being a human popsicle ad just met away all over your own bed. Because according to bro if you wanted to be cool that included the temperature. Striders didn’t become sweaty teenage boys and didn’t complain about such mundane thing as heat thus not needing air conditioning. Dave was just glad after the second time he fixed the air-condition and got the hint that bro was behind it that the guy hadn’t decide to knock sense in him again about how one must act to be a cool kid. After a while of just lying there Dave decided that he had to get up eventually. Not that bro was going to ask him about his whereabouts or anything because usually it was normal for Dave to never leave his room, but it was because he was getting hungry and the stash of his usual Doritos and AJ in the bottom of his closet was running low. And when Dave had managed to finally sneak into the bathroom the day before on his way there, he had witnessed the coffee table overflowing with newly bought and untouched snacks. Not just like one or three bags of chips but literally just a table full of them. So, he might as well try to hoard a few of them.

Dave walked towards his door carful not to make any sound as he equipped his sword. Turning the knob without making any sound and opening the door incase bro would hear him leaving his room because he wasn’t about to just get caught. In the distance Dave could hear the awful game music playing of tony Hawks title screen. Which meant that bro wasn’t in the living room because if he was, he would be playing games all day because the living room really wasn’t ever being used as anything else than a room where you would play games and eat snacks. Which might make it the only normal thing about the whole house if you ignored the disturbing amount of smuppets loitering around the room that is.

Right foot in front of the left Dave sneaked across the hallway and slowly sneaked a peak around the corner. Luckily the coffee table was still filled with unopened snacks. In way Dave should have know it to be odd. There had been multiple times before where there were still abandoned chips bags left on the table, but never had there been so many before just laying around ready for the taking.

Having decided that the coast was clear Dave walked over to the table and he didn’t stop himself from eyeing every possible hiding place and multiple cameras in the room. With utter caution Dave grabbed as many bags as he could and cringed at the loud noises the bags made when he picked them up. That was when he realized his mistake. A familiar noise of a zooming camera lens sounded from gods know where and Dave knew that he had been caught. Caught like an animal in a trap, because that was what he was. Of course, the big pile of bag had been to good to be true because it had all been a trap. It was like bro had known the exact moment when Dave had been running low on food and had granted him a very timely opportunity to get more. Dave cursed himself internally for falling for such a stupid thing and dropped everything he was holding to ready his sword and abscond the fuck out the living room.

For whatever god of luck what might have been on his side this day Dave managed to reach his room in time. In time for what? Because there had been nothing chasing behind him as the only noise in the room had been Dave and the tony hawk soundtrack playing in the background. No clashes of shitty anime swords or an angry bro behind him. Did Dave imagine it all. Was it just his paranoia playing a trick on him? Luckily before Dave would get to trying to question his sanity his previous question was quickly answered by a note sliding under his door. The note itself only consisted of one word, but Dave already knew what it said before even reading it “roof”. Dave’s whole body grew stiff as he saw it. He was scared but he didn’t show it, even admitting he was scared was something he wasn’t allowed to do. Because miraculously bro always found out when Dave did something wrong. And when Dave did do something wrong that note would appear. So instead Dave tightened his grip on his word and walked through the apartment and up towards the roof.

“Hello little man” You hated it, hated it more than anything in the world. There he was, Bro strider in all his glory sword in hand resting over his shoulder as he waited for your arrival.

“sup” Dave said trying not to let his fear show in his voice as he readied his sword as calmly as he could while not losing his cool.

“You know what you did wrong didn’t you” Bro asked, and you literally felt like you just shit yourself because ow god you were scared! Bro was looking at you with a piercing glance. You couldn’t see his eyes because of his triangular anime glasses, but you could feel it. That piercing hostility and murderous intent every time when you were about to get your ass beat.

“You didn’t listen to me” Bro continued taking one step forward. “You ungrateful brat, after everything I have done for you” bro took another step and you cursed at yourself internally when you took one step backwards in response. “You fucking betrayed my trust little man” bro was angry, he was angrier than his usual angry. Something was off. Bro wouldn’t get this angry just or Dave falling to one of his traps. Most of the time she would just silently get his ass beaten up bro wouldn’t normally be this vocal. And before you knew it, he was right in front of you. On impulse you closed your eyes, an honest beginner mistake really. You waited for a bit, but the blow never came. After a few seconds you finally dared to open your eyes and lowered your sword at the sight in front of you.

“Karkat” you said the name of the boy in front of you. It felt wrong to see him there. Amongst the darkest parts of your memories. Karkat was one of the few good things about your live and seeing the good standing next to the bad just felt like so many levels of wrong to your eyes. You knew what bro meant now, why he was so angry at you. Because you had gotten close to Karkat, too close. Like on one of those of Karkat’s romcoms cliché kind of close and bro was punishing you for it. You weren’t allowed to start feeling that way. The way you realized you had started feeling about Karkat. So, this was your punishment. Just when you where about to call out his name again you discovered that you were unable to open you mouth. No words would come out and you were frozen where you stood. Your body was unable to follow your commands leaving you stuck and only able to watch as a loud ringing echoed trough your ears. Watch as bro lifted up Karkat by the neck chocking him as he struggled for breath while calling out your name like it was all your fault that he was about to get killed. You wanted to, you really wanted to save him more than anything even if it meant disobeying you brother, but you couldn’t. Not because you physically couldn’t, but because of bro's consisted echoing voice in you head telling you what to do for you whole god dam live. You watched Karkat about to reach his final breaths when in swift movement bro finally let go and Karkat fell. Bro had dropped him, not to the floor but over the railing of the roof. Leaving Karkat’s body to free fall to his dead the stone-cold pavement below. That was also the moment when you realized that the loud ringing you had been hearing the whole time had been your own screaming. And when you woke up in the dead of the night the screaming was gone instead you were filled with a dreaded emptiness inside of you as if you were about to cry, but no matter how bad you wanted to cry you couldn’t because that was how empty you were feeling. It was a nightmare a bad dream. And you realized how much it scared you. It made you realize how much you had started caring about Karkat. And if anything, bad was ever to happened to him... You care about him more than anything. Because he was the best thing to ever happen to you. He understands you and is you best friend, and you know you can tell him anything even if you don’t. And after that realization you try to go back to sleep as an empty void continues to eat up your hart. Because you aren’t allowed to love him.

Notes:

So Summary: Dave had a bad dream about bro. Bro killed Karkat because dave was startig to fall in love with Karkat and bascicly Bro's abuse inprinted the thought in Dave's brain that he isn't allowed to fall in love with boy's. So he hides it all away because he isn't allowed to.

#homestuck #davekat #dave #dave strider #karkat vantas #karkat #dave x karkat #karkat x dave #fanfiction #fanfic #archive of our own #ao3 link

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july-angel · 6 years ago

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Candy > Meat part 1

Candy > Meat

(I’m avoiding my homework. So I’m going to type my thoughts out here instead.)

So I read candy before meat and also, while I think both of them are great (don’t hate please) I think it really changed how I read meat.

In candy we saw 1. Dirk kill himself, 2. John’s sanity waste away, 3. John pining after Terezi, 4. Karkat leave Dave, because Dave hooks up with Jade 5. Jake get trapped in an abusive marriage with Jane 6. A shitty gamzee redemption arc, 7. Jane turn into a fascist and more large complaints I’m not mentioning here.

However, I wanted to address some of these things in part one regarding how I read it.

It was hard to read and super fucked up really. I chose candy on accident, because I thought I would like meat more. And you know, save the best for last and all that. But honestly, A lot of what I loved of meat, was because of Candy.

So the first thing I want to address is DaveKat. Some people are saying that they are disappointed with DaveKat in meat and I think that it’s because of how I read it in Candy that made me love how it happened. In Candy, Karkat leaves Dave, and Dave ends up marrying Jade and regretting it. He loves Jade, but not the way she wants him to and he loves Karkat, but couldn’t go through with the decision to chase after him. And he REGRETS. At the end, when he’s speaking to Obama (wtf.) he breaks down, he admits to himself everything that has happened. That he misses and loves Karkat, that he hurt and is still hurting Jade. When I read meat after this, I saw Dave finally, finally, after all of the pining and the heart break, get to be with the boy he loved. There was even someone rooting with me for it. Dirk. But we’ll get to that later. That being said, Dirk didn’t really put a damper on it for me, because after everything I saw in Candy, very little could put a damper on something so heart warming.

Okay, the second thing is a little harder to explain. But basically I went through the existential crisis with John. John is depressing, but I liked it, because it really made me think about my own depression and how it ties to whether or not the things in my life matter.

John has basically just got back from what will arguable be the biggest thing he ever thinks he’s going to do, since, well, he decides, fuck lord english. And it doesn’t sit right with him. How could it? He spent a good portion formative teen years, on some larger plan where he has to try beat a universe creating game and stop an evil guy and save the future. His identity is built on something bigger than him. But life for adult john, just like life for most of us, isn’t built on some universe breaking game. It’s about the little things like settling down, or running for president, or starting a rebellion, or having kids, or trying to fill that void deep inside of you, you know, the kind of drama that’s pointless in comparison. On top of that, it’s hard for anyone else to understand, and he doesn’t even try to talk to most people about it. In a sense I imagine this is probably how Dirk felt when he realized he’d lost relevance. You can definitely see Terezi also feels it. However, not opening up to people about his feelings, not connecting to others, that leaves him thinking that no one is real. To top it off, people change, and have changed since he spent years being a recluse. He’s grown distant and feels like he doesn’t understand the people around him anymore. The only person he understands is Terezi, but that’s because she’s the only person who’s emotionally open with him. However, by the end of Candy, he kind of, starts to change. He opens up to Roxy, and he’s about to go talk to his son. He’s finally making progress. He’s moving on this emotional point in the beginning where he seems to be almost stuck. For me, it’s beautiful, because it reaffirms something I feel about life, the people in life are what matters. People become more real one he can actually connect with them. People are what matters.

I actually appreciated John’s character arc less in Meat, but also the scene he has with Terezi in the car, that’s the only scene in all the epilogue that almost left me crying. And it wouldn’t have if I hadn’t read Candy first. Their relationship would have felt less significant, if I didn’t know how lonely John had been in Candy and I didn’t know how badly Terezi wanted Vriska. Terezi spent all of the Candy epilogue looking for her, to the point of being willing to die. And to go back to the Meat Cannon, for John, speaks volumes. I think if I had read meat first, it would still have been poignant, but not to the extent that it would have been. Because John was so busy fighting setting off to perform his duty, that he never would have addressed that emotional hole he had. I think that his emotional break never really gets addressed and it only gets buried by the work that needs to be done.

Moving on to another character we see with unaddressed mental health issues. In candy we saw Dirk kill himself. I don’t think anyone wants to see a character, that they love and care about, off themselves and to be reading that through his mind and having insight as to what he is going through... Well that hit hard. Meat Dirk, fights for relevance. He fights for what he wants, even if what he wants is terrible. Kill yourself or become a terrible person, I do acknowledge are bad options. However, until the epilogues are done, I refuse to believe that those are the options we actually picked from. Life is fluid, and things change, and people change. I’m not doing this explanation justice, so I’m going to link to a person who explained this shit better than me, but! What I want to say is depending on your life experience people can change for the worse, but they can also change again for the better. While Dirk is alive, he can change too.

I was going to say something on Jane and Jake, but uh... I mean they were both interesting in meat and candy, but their respective meat and candy counter parts don’t really add anything to each other. They deserve their own kind of analysis, but I don’t think I’m going to get into it. Today anyways. Pip d, who I linked to down below basically summed up my feelings on it though, better than I could have said it.

So in short what I’m trying to say, is that going from getting the heart in my chest ripped out of me, and watching almost all of the characters take passive roles in their own emotional lives, got me fucked up.

Okay, in part 2 I’m going to address redemption and Gamzee and how I see it in relation to my bro Dirk. It could probably go in here too, but I think it’s very important, so i’m going to give it to part too. In that, I will also talk about Rose and Kanaya, and will also talk about the parts that I did not like, because while I love this to little bits and pieces, there are things that I do take issue with.

https://twitter.com/pipd_/status/1120546426361085952

#homestuck #epilogue #john #davekat #terezi #spoilers

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karens-vest · 7 years ago

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first & last // davekat soulmate au angst

first of all, all the words are lowercase i'm sorry i don't usually do that in fics but i wrote this a while back & decided to post it here. also, the spaces between paragraphs are pretty small because i ran out of lines & had to delete them. also like everyone is ooc Oops Sorry.

angsty af

dave strider was sitting impatiently at his desk, watching the clock. it was the last day of school and he was determined to find his soulmate. all of his friends already have, they talk about all sorts of colours. jade talks about an olive green, john talks about a light pink, rose a jade, and dave talks about black and white. the same black and white he's seen his whole life. even his brother has a soulmate; some dude named jake english.

the bell rang, interrupting his thoughts. taking his time, he placed his things in his bag. dave wanted to be the last one out so he could leave easily instead of being trampled by everyone. he slung his bag over his shoulder and exited the room, making his way through the hallways and out the door. he texted his brother that he wouldn't be home for a while.

"hey dave!" he turned to see john, his best bro.

"'sup, egbert." he did one of those coolkid head nods.

"i'm about to go see roxy, where are you going?" john was referring to his soulmate; roxy lalonde, rose's cousin.

"just on an adventure through the depths of the world to find my soulmate. it'll be dangerous, but worth it." he said it ironically, but if it took searching the world to find his soulmate he'd do it.

"haha, good luck with that, dave!" john saw roxy waving at him and his smile grew. "listen, i have to go, hope you find your soulmate!" with that, john ran towards his girlfriend. they hugged and did some couple shit before leaving together.

dave thought about going to find jade, before remembering it was her date night with nepeta. rose was in a school club so that was out too. he knew this was his 'mission' but he wanted some help.

dave decided to just walk around a bit, he didn't know shit about his soulmate and where they'd be but he has to try and look. starbucks first? sure, why not. the blond walked through town to a nearby starbucks when he realised something. what if his soulmate doesn't even live there? what of he lives on the other side of the world? what if they never meet?

"hello, david." dave turned to see rose's girlfriend, kanaya. "i was hoping to see you here, there's someone i'd like for you to meet."

"alright, who?" kanaya motioned for him to follow her, and he was led to a jade green car not far from where they were. the troll opened a door and started talking to someone inside.

"i already told you i don't want to go to the fucking mall," a short troll was dragged out of the car by kanaya, and the jade blood walked to the other side of the car and got inside, driving away. the boy that was left was yelling curses even though he knew kanaya couldn't hear.

dave raised an eyebrow, was this the dude she wanted him to meet? his breath caught in his throat when the boy turned, and he could tell the same thing was happening to the other. dave's world was brightened, he saw a strangely powerful looking colour in the boys' eyes. a colour. well, this was new.

"what the fuck are you staring at?" dave felt his heart shatter into pieces, his world break around him. no, this couldn't be happening. he's heard of instances like this when someone didn't return the feelings. how could this be happening?

dave shook his head, "nothing." he fought the word passed the lump in his throat and looked away. oh he couldn't wait to tell dirk he finally found the person he was supposed to spend forever with, but he didn't return the feelings. perfect.

the male rolled his eyes, "yeah, whatever. who the fuck even are you anyways?"

"dave strider." he could feel tears coming, and he squeezed his eyes shut. thank god his shades hide his eyes. "and you?"

"karkat vantas." he was annoyed. it was clear. "just so you know, i'm only talking to you because kanaya thought i should. i have no idea why she would even suggest it since so far this is most possibly the stupidest encounter i've had all year."

the words stung dave's heart, but he kept a stoic face. "yeah, whatever."

(-(-(

dave and karkat had become friendenemies after that. they fought a lot, but had a friendship going. dave had to hide his feelings, which surprisingly wasn't easy even though he's a strider. everything karkat did seemed to make him smile. even his insults he found hilariously adorable. nobody knew about how he truly felt, except dirk who could tell when dave was lying about not meeting his soulmate.

"your music sucks." dave was showing karkat some of the songs he's written. dave didn't tell karkat they were written for him.

"they're ironic, dude, you wouldn't understand." karkat rolled his eyes when he said that, secretly he enjoyed the music.

(-(-(

"you have to tell him, dave." rose had found out about dave's crush on karkat using her therapist powers.

"i can't, rose." he shook his head, a few tears threataning to spill from his eyes. sometimes thinking about how he's destined to love karkat but karkat's destined to love someone else really got him down. bro wasn't the best helper so he decided it was good that rose knew. "it'll totally ruin our friendship if i do, and i really don't wanna fuck this up."

"you won't, it'll be fine. trust me, dave." rose put a hand on dave's shoulder, before her phone went off. the screen showed a message. it was kanaya. she turned to dave who nodded.

"you can go, be with your soulmate." he gave a half hearted smile which rose mirrored before she left. when he was sure she was gone he layed down on has bed, turning on his side. he threw his glasses to the other side of the room and let it all out. all the tears he had held in for the past two years him and karkat had been friends. he was breaking the 'strider code' but he didn't care. the code was bullshit to him. right now, he just needed to be himself. he needed to just cry it out, like a normal person.

(-(-(

"hey, karkat?" dave turned to his friend who was currently typing away at his computer.

"what, strider?" he seemed to be failing at coding something.

"what do you do if you think you've met your soulmate, but aren't really sure?" if dave had been paying attention he would've noticed karkat's fingers halt for a second before returning, this time hitting the keys much rougher.

"how the fuck should i know? not like i've ever met my soulmate." it seemed as though he was glaring at the screen, anger practically radiating off him.

"yeah you're right, it was a dumb question." dave went back to reading on his phone. it was silent other than the sound of computer keys until karkat started coughing. a lot. dave looked worriedly at his friend, hesitantly rubbing his back. "you okay?" he asked when karkat was done.

"uh, yeah, i'm fine." if dave had looked over, he would've noticed blood on karkat's sleeve. but he simply went back to reading on his phone after he was totally sure karkat was alright.

(-(-(

"we haven't been hanging out much, anytime i try talking to him he always cuts the conversation short," dave was pacing around his room while rose was listening to him. "i think he's mad at me or something."

"does he have any reason to be?" rose raised an eyebrow, karkat had never actually been mad at dave. just fake mad.

"he's karkat. doesn't really need a reason." dave sighed and sat down next to rose. "i just hope our friendship hasn't been ruined. i hope it wasn't my fault."

"if you don't know what you did, you probably didn't do anything." rose said as dave fell back on his bed.

"nobody really ever knows what they did in situations like this." his arms were over his face and he sighed. "be honest rose, do you think he's ignoring me because my stupid ass did something and i have no idea what?"

"i don't believe so, but i wouldn't know. i haven't seen your conversations." she looked at him, "but i doubt it. what you said about karkat not needing a reason isn't exactly true though.

"sure it may seem like he gets mad for no reason but i think he's just scared." she smiled a little, "kind of like you are."

he sat up instantly, "i'm not scared!"

rose raised an eyebrow, her smile teasing.

dave sighed, "yeah, i guess i am kind of scared. but just because i know karkat doesn't share my feelings."

"you said he looked surprised when he first saw you," she began. "so how do you know he wasn't surprised due to the fact he saw colour for the first time."

dave shrugged, "i dunno, but he also seemed really annoyed i was staring at him. that kind of made me think he didn't feel the same way, he would've understood." he looked down at his hands. "he hasn't showed any affection towards me, even though we've been friends for a while. nothing even platonic."

"that could be because he's scared of being in a relationship, even one he's destined to be in." she thought aloud, and dave thought for a second it could be true before shaking his head.

"no. that can't be it." dave couldn't think of any reason why karkat wouldn't have told dave he saw colour.

"maybe this is all in your head." rose was getting a little impatient, and tried not to show it. "maybe you're thinking too much into this and really he is your soulmate."

"he would've told me. i know he would've." dave looked at rose seriously.

"maybe you should talk with jade and nepeta on the matter," she suggested. "they seem to know about romance."

dave nodded, "i'll do that."

him and rose exited the room and then the house, going their seperate ways.

(-(-(

"he's been ignoring me, i don't know what to do." dave sat in the living room of jade and nepeta's house, retelling the story he had told rose.

"well karkitty can be somewhat aloof at times, but i don't know why he would completely ignore someone." nepeta furrowed her eyebrows in thought, which jade silently thought was adorable but didn't mention.

"maybe he's sick?" jade threw out an idea and dave facepalmed after a moment.

"god i'm an idiot, i think he is." he looked back up at nepeta. "what are troll sicknesses like?"

"usually very painful," she frowned and jade reasurringly squeezed her hand, as if saying if nepeta ever got sick she'd be there for her. "but i don't think kar-" she cut herself off with a gasp, her eyes widening.

"what? what is it?" dave's eyes had also widened under his glasses, he was worried about karkat. very worried.

"he's a lowblood." olive tears were gathering at the corners of her eyes. "they don't live very long, and since he's a mutant i guess that gives him even less time."

dave quietly stood up without thinking and ran out the door, through the town, and back to his house. his feet carried him to his room where he collapsed on the floor. his glasses were off and his head was in his hands, loud sobs escaping him and tears spilling through his fingers. this couldn't be happening. his love, his soulmate, his precious crab was going to die without knowing dave's true feelings. he didn't know what to do. after a moment of just loud crying, he reached out to his phone and dialed numbers.

"he-"

"rose he's dying he's dying and there's nothing i can do i'll never get to be with him i'll never get to hold him i'll never get to tell him how much i love him." his sobs rang through the phone, kanaya heard what was going on and had a look of shock on her face. her moirail, her precious moirail was going to die.

"i'll be right over."

(-(-(

dave, rose, kanaya, sollux, gamzee, and terezi were all standing inside the hospital room which karkat was assigned. although, dave wasn't exactly standing. it was more him on the floor sobbing, head in his hands and glasses askew. nobody knew what to do. nobody had seen dave like this.

the troll in the bed opened his eyes slowly, he knew he didn't have much longer. "dave," his hoarse voice rang through the room. the blond looked up, his red eyes glossed with tears not caring that everyone there could see his eye colour. "dave."

dave stood and walked to karkat's bed, he was crying too. despite what he was telling himself, the blond took karkat's hand in his. "karkat.. i'm so sorry. i'm sorry i didn't know, i should've been there."

karkag shook his head weakly, "no dumbass it's me who should be sorry." dave was confused. "i should've told you this before it was too late, it doesn't mean much now, but you're my soulmate. i saw colour that day we met."

dave felt his whole world crash down, just like that day. more tears were pouring out of his eyes.

"i'm sorry, because of me we could never be together." karkat began to cry as well, red tears joining clear on the bed.

"we can be together now." dave lowered his head, and gave a sad smile. "be my boyfriend? even if it isn't for long."

karkat nodded, "yes dave."

dave captured karkat's lips in a kiss, which would be their first and last. "i love you karkat. i always will, even when you're gone."

"i love you too, dave. i always will, even when i'm gone."

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#davekat #angst #fanfic #dave strider #karkat vantas #jade harley #nepeta leijon #jadepeta #rose lalonde #rosemary #gamzee makara #sollux captor #terezi pyrope #homestuck #oops

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margoslxix · 7 years ago

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OKAY so I was tagged by @autisticmob and I think these things are fun so here we go!

Rules: Choose any three fandoms (in any order), answer the questions and tag 10 people you want to get to know better.

So, obviously I gotta pick:

1. Homestuck

and

2. New Albion

But I legitimately don’t know what third fandom to pick. I’m going to go with.......

3. Magic the Gathering

Because, I don’t know, I like it and I don’t get enough chances to talk about these characters.

First Character You Loved:

1. “First” is tricky, because I loved most of the characters pretty right away. I guess Calliope? Not that I hadn’t loved anyone before Act 6 or anything, I just remember liking her right away after meeting her, and also thinking she was my favorite character for a while.

2. Again, this is a hard one. Annabel is probably the obvious answer, but it’s true. I think she’s everyone’s first favorite, though. Her songs are just so good, plus she’s the first character you really get to know.

3. Hmmm. Liliana? I loved her aesthetic right away, for sure. I mean, be honest, how can you not at LEAST think she’s pretty goddamn cool.

The Character You Never Expected to Love So Much:

1. Caliborn, full stop (heheh). He’s my son and I would die for him. My very, very first initial impression of him was “god, what a douchebag.” But he’s MY douchebag now and tbh I relate to him a lot. He’s got a lot of problems, he’s definitely not an easy person to like. But I think he has so much narrative potential, and even most of his awful qualities (mostly the misogyny, let’s be honest) could honestly probably be dealt with if he was actually properly socialized. Which I’m still not 100% sure isn’t canonically possible. Too bad the comic’s mcfucking over.

2. Lloyd Allen. He definitely comes across as a dick, but he’s got a lot of hidden depth. He’s just such a good guy? Like, once you learn the lengths that he went to and the danger he put himself in, just for the chance to make his boyfriend happy again, I just... I can’t, I’m getting very emotional. I love Lloyd Allen, okay?

3. Gideon MOTHERFUCKING Jura. I hate Lawful Good, usually. I think it’s often just an excuse for characters to be stupid as hell, rigid, and incapable of understanding moral ambiguity. But honestly, Gideon is one of the best Lawful Good characters I’ve ever seen. He is legitimately heroic, and the fact that he’s not 100% rigid in his alignment, choosing Good over Law every time, is honestly cool. I just... he’s a character type and trope that I usually can’t stand, but done very well, and that’s impressive enough that I honestly love him.

The Character You Relate To Most:

1. If you’ve followed me for any length of time, you already know it’s Caliborn. He’s stubborn, determined, unyielding... and I’ll admit, I’m much the same. I think I approach problems in a similar way to him, and get confused/annoyed by similar, arbitrary things. Also, he’s absolutely autistic, and I’ll fight anyone who says he isn’t.

2. Uncle Raven, aka David Adams. I mean, there are a lot of things about him that I can’t relate to. A lot. Like being extremely attractive, for one thing. But he is Aesthetic Goals. He’s a sad carnival man, and I’m a sad man who loves carnivals. He also copes with loneliness and abandonment about as well as I do, which is to say, not very well at all. Also the whole, “sad businessman who lost his mind and gained superpowers” thing is somehow also relatable. Now where the fuck are my reality-bending powers?

3. Vraska, probably. Gods, I fucking love Vraska. If Gideon hadn’t been my answer for the last one, it would have been her. The Ixalan story really hit me hard, and I love her a lot. Just, she’s been through a lot of shit and it’s made her hard and cruel, but who she is around Jace, now, with her memories intact, just... aaa, fuck, I love Vraska. I really hope they beat up Nicol Bolas soon. Fuck that guy.

The Character You’d Slap:

1. Cronus, probably. He just needs to stop. Not stop anything in particular, just stop in general. And the thing is, I don’t even completely hate him. I just hate a lot of his bullshit. Hussie once called him “the worst character in Homestuck,” and honestly, I can see it.

2. Okay, yeah, the “correct” answer here is probably Edgar or Sarah. But I’m still gonna go with Connor. I just, I don’t know, I have this weird, irrational hatred for Connor. I find him incredibly irritating. Almost every problem he’s ever had has been his own damn fault, and it’s obnoxious hearing him cry about it. I mean, “Connor” is still a gorgeous song and all, but as a character, I just wanna tell him to suck it the hell up.

3. Nicol Bolas? I mean, he deserves way more than a slap. But it seems like he’s literally behind every bad thing that happens lately and he needs to knock it the fuck off. Amonkhet was particularly like.... DUDE, not cool. You can’t just turn an entire world into a zombie factory, what the FUCK is wrong with you? I hate this fucking dragon, and this is coming from a guy who loves dragons, and also villains.

Three Favorite Characters (In Order of Preference):

1. Caliborn, Calliope, Dirk

2. Raven, Lloyd, Han Mi

3. Vraska, Jace, Chandra (this list subject to change at literally any time)

A Character You Liked At First, But Don’t Anymore:

1. Okay, so this is going to sound incredibly harsh, so let me preface it with, it’s not that I DON’T like him, it’s just that he annoys and vexes me, and I’m sick of seeing him, and ALSO that I used to like him more than I currently do. In FACT, I do sometimes have feelings about him that I would normally have mostly for characters I like more, so it’s not that I hate him, okay? But it’s Jake English. Fucking... he’s so goddamn stupid and self-absorbed. And yeah, I get that it wasn’t his fault. I get that he’s been through some serious shit that no one should have to go through. Yeah, okay, just like every other character in this comic. But like, come on dude. But it’s less about him, I think, and more about how the fandom treats him. He’s not just an accessory for Dirk, for one thing (and I’m sorry, you can NOT convince me that they get back together in the end, that’s stupid, they had literally no chemistry whatsoever). And anyway, I’ve ranted way, way longer than I need to. But I have to set the record straight. I don’t HATE Jake English, I just think he’s dumb as a bag of teeth and I’m sick of seeing his face.

2. I’m actually having a hard time thinking of anyone specific. The more I learn about most characters, the more I like them. Seriously, I’m trying to think of a character that I like even a little bit less than my first impression of them. Maybe Connor? But I wasn’t really super crazy about him from the beginning, so I feel like that doesn’t count. I guess I’m going to have to go with Tristan from A Pirate’s Tale (even though that doesn’t technically count as New Albion but FUCK IT, I’m counting it) because like, “Ride the Hemp” is my jam and an awesome song, but when you actually read the script, he’s just kind of a dick. So yeah, I guess that’s it.

3. Again, there’s no one in particular. I think both Liliana and Nissa fall under “I used to love them a lot, but now I’m feeling a bit more ambiguous about them”--Liliana because DAMN getting a look at how she’s treated Jace all this time from Vraska’s perspective was some SHIT, and Nissa because I don’t particularly approve of her leaving the Gatewatch after all that shit about realizing that Chandra was her friend and all. I don’t know. I don’t hate either of them. Heck, I don’t even dislike either of them. But that’s one thing that’s cool about the constantly shifting perspective in the Magic stories. I just know I’m going to see something from their perspectives that changes everything before too long. Hell, Dominaria is already giving me a lot of Liliana feels.

A Character You Did Not Like At First, But Do Now:

1. See, I actually kind of liked everyone in Homestuck right away. And I’m not even counting Caliborn here, because I never really disliked him, I just never expected him to be my favorite character. I guess maybe Eridan? It’s not even that I particularly like him that much now, I just don’t dislike him as strongly as I did at first. I’m not even sure why. I think that one fansong (”Ugly Story”) kind of increased my affection for him. But he’s still not even in my top 20, so I don’t know.

2. Rachael. I’m not going to lie, the first time I listened to The New Albion Guide to Analogue Consciousness, I thought she was obnoxious. I mean she did lowkey try to get herself killed while singing a big, dramatic song for the sole reason that this guy that she was convinced was her destined love match turned out to be gay. That’s some fuckshit, right there. But the more I listened and the more I thought about her... with all the shit she’s been through, it makes sense. And it’s not like her assumption was totally irrational. Plus, Connor told her that that was the case because Connor’s a fucking idiot. So I’m blaming him for this one. So yeah, Rachael’s actually pretty cool. Plus “The Show No One Saw” is a bop.

3. Hmmmmmmm, I don’t know. I’m honestly drawing a blank. Vraska, maybe? It’s not really that I didn’t like her, but I’ll admit, I kinda was late to the party with a lot of Magic stuff. So I was just like “Wait, isn’t she just that gorgon assassin from Ravnica?” but then Ixalan happened, and she’s my daughter now. So there’s that.

Three OTPs:

1. ....Do I even have to say it? Dirkborn is my real, true OTP. I’m utter trash for this ship. Their whole dynamic is so much fun, and honestly, these boys could be extremely good for each other. Plus, they actually have canon chemistry, so there’s that. Davekat is a real close second. It’s one I actually wasn’t 100% sold on when I first saw it, but now I can’t imagine the comic without it. I’m so happy that it’s canon. I guess third would be Roxy/Calliope, which is funny, since I really didn’t used to like that ship very much. But I’ve come around on it, it’s honestly adorable.

2. Lloydven (Lloyd/Raven) is the obvious one here. I mean, I feel like it’s lowkey the most common OTP in the fandom. But like, damn. I honestly almost cried reading The Ballad of Lloyd Allen. They’re just so in love. Second is probably Leedrian (Lee/Adrian), just because. Honestly, it’s not even that deep fam, I just think they’re cute and also I love Adrian in general. HelMi (Helen/Han Mi) is a very, very close third, if not second. Like if you cry every time. Seriously, just.... FUCK.

3. Vraska/Jace. They had BETTER get that fucking date on Ravnica! If they don’t I will scream! That’s the best ship Magic has right now, I’m sorry, that’s just how it is. Now, I will say, I’m at a bit of a loss here. I used to ship the Gatewatch as an OT5 (Gideon/Jace/Liliana/Chandra/Nissa) but I feel like that’s been complicated by a lot of other feelings I have about individual members, so I’m not sure I really ship it anymore, leaving me kind of adrift. Honestly, though? Saheeli/Huatli had better fucking sail, so I’m going to call that #2 for right now. Please let them make a robot dinosaur together! And Chandra/Nissa is still fucking quality, I don’t care what happens.

OKAY so now I have to tag people. Since KC didn’t bother tagging 10 I’m not gonna, either. Just, any mutual who wants to can take it. For the sake of actually tagging people though, let’s say.... @draconicmentalist @stokerbramwell @gearydigit @the-cheese-hive-mind @swiftyscreativitycorner @vadvivon @humanmosquito And tbh there’s a lot of other people I would want to tag but I don’t remember everyone’s URLs and tbh I’ve already spent enough time on this post so, PLEASE DO THIS IT’S FUN

#homestuck #new albion #magic the gathering #tag meme #long post

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homeiswherethestuckis · 7 years ago

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A Day At The Beach

I wrote this one for @amarandomperson, who requested davekat and the Mayor, which was something I was totally happy to do! :D It’s a post canon beach day. I hope you like it!

The Mayor’s been...busy ever since Can Town was founded on Earth C. Not that you haven’t been busy yourself, but being a god and being a mayor are two entirely different things. You feel like you haven’t seen the Mayor in forever. But today he finally has a day off! A day he said he wanted to spend with you and Karkat! Hell yeah, it’ll be just like old times again! Except this time you’re not on a meteor hurtling through the void towards a massive boss fight anymore.

So like old times, but without all the shit weighing down on your mind all the time. Old times but a fuck ton better.

You got out of bed the moment the sun came up, no point in wasting time sleeping right now. You crawled out of bed and got dressed quickly before heading downstairs. The strong smell of coffee hit you the moment you wandered into the kitchen. Karkat’s standing by the counter, holding his face close to the steam. He looks up at you as you enter and smiles.

“Morning.” He yawns.

“You’re up early.” You pour yourself a cup of coffee. “And you’re not grumbling my fucking ear off about how you’re days already ruined to shit by just the act of waking up and having your poor, fragile eyes immediately assaulted by the rays of this planet’s big scorch orb or whatever longwinded alien terminology you wanted to use for the morning’s rant.”

“Fuck you, dick ferret.” Karkat hands you the sugar. “I’m in a good mood today.”

“That’s rare.”

He snorts. “You don’t think I know that?”

You pour a ton of creamer and sugar into your coffee and stir until it goes from dark brown to a light tan. Honestly, you don’t even like coffee that much, but it does wake you up so at least it gets the job done. You take a drink and swallow half of it in one gulp. It burns your mouth a little, but you don’t mind. You have things to do today, you can’t wait for your coffee to cool.

“When are we going to see the Mayor?” Karkat asks.

“Damn, you’re not beating around the bush today.” You take another sip of your coffee.

“I was never that into attacking shrubbery, Dave.” He shrugs. “I’m more interested in knowing when we’re going to leave. Don’t tell me I wrenched myself from the grips of sleep for nothing.”

“There’s the morning hater I know and love.”

“Don’t sweet talk me and answer the question.”

“I don’t know. Soon, I guess.” You shrug. “As soon as possible. Probably right after this. And after you get dressed, obviously.”

You point out his pajamas. Technically they’re not pajamas, they’re just the clothes he fell asleep in last night. That’s usually the case with Karkat.

He puts his empty cup in the sink. “So if I change clothes, we can go? Right now?”

“Yeah, right now. I mean as long as the Mayor’s cool with it.” There’s no way he wouldn’t be, but you whip out your phone and start texting anyway just to make sure.

Karkat runs upstairs to get ready while you finish off your coffee. You get a text back in the meantime. The Mayor’s more than okay with you both coming over right now, and he’s just as excited to spend the day with you and Karkat.

He comes back downstairs in shorts and a t-shirt. “Okay, let’s go.”

Before you can even say anything in reply he grabs you by the wrist and starts dragging you out the door. You barely have time to put your coffee cup down and get your shoes before your socks are wet with dew from the grass. Karkat stops a few feet away from your house and turns around. He’s still got your wrist in a steel grip. “I don’t know where we’re going.”

“Yeah, I know.” You roll your eyes. “I got it. I figured we would just fly there. I know you hate doing it but it’ll be easier and a helluva lot faster than trying to hoof it from here.”

Karkat huffs but doesn’t protest. Today is a day of firsts.

You put an arm around him. “We can stop on the ground again whenever if the height freaks you out.”

“Heights don’t freak me out.” He says quickly. His arms are around you in a death grip the moment his feet leave the ground. Yeah, he’s not freaked out by heights. And you’re a fucking horse.

It doesn’t take very long to get to the Mayor’s place like this (though it definitely would have been a shorter amount of time if Karkat wasn’t weighing you down, not that you really mind), you’re in the air for less than ten minutes before you land back on solid ground in Can Town, just a few feet away from his door.

Karkat lets go of you and you both take a moment to appreciate the beauty that is Can Town at this scale. You’d both known that the Mayor had planned to build an actual town modeled after the one you’d both helped with on the meteor, but actually experiencing the town itself is always a treat. One of these days you’re really going to have to take some time off and really explore the place.

You wish you’d thought of that ahead of time, but that’s alright. The plans you made for today should be just as fun. You both walk over to the giant can the Mayor calls a house and knock on the door.

You don’t have to wait very long for the door to be flung open, and it’s only a split second later that the three of you are in the tightest group hug imaginable. Seriously, if you were any closer to these two people right now, you’d be merging into the same organism.

You’re not sure who initiated the hug and who’s breaking it apart, but you’re a little sad it’s already ending. It’s okay though because you’re still holding hands once the hug’s over with.

The Mayor asks where you’re all planning on going, and Karkat turns to you, also curious about today’s destination. It only occurs to you just now that even though you spent the past few days discussing this together you forgot to tell him what you’d finally decided on doing.

“I was thinking we could go to the beach.” You say. “You know, walk around, watch the waves, soak up that sun, all that cliche crap. It’ll be fun.”

You shrug as if you didn’t waste literal hours of your life coming up with this plan. Karkat and the Mayor exchange a look that you can’t really read.

Karkat’s the first to speak. “I’ve never been to the beach.” He admits, shrugging. “It’s probably awful and I’ll hate it, but I’d like having another experience to complain about.”

The Mayor agrees, but is more enthusiastic about it than Karkat is.

“Cool.” You nod. “I don’t think it’s too far a walk from here. Karkat, you should be happy about that.”

“I told you, heights don’t freak me out!” He snaps.

“You’ve made your opinion about flying pretty vocally clear during multiple bitch fits in the past, I was just trying to be nice.” You reply. “Besides, I never said anything about heights.”

“Fuck you, ass mucus, it was implied.”

“No, not even a little.”

The three of you start walking as you and Karkat continue to bicker about whether or not you implied that Karkat was afraid of heights, a fact which he continues to claim he isn’t even though nobody believes him or even cares if he is. The argument eventually peters to a close without reaching a real conclusion and you both turn your attention to chatting with the Mayor instead like you really should have been doing all along.

The Mayor’s been up to a lot lately. Right now he’s working on a big project, some sort of monument to people he knew before. Other than that, things have been pretty normal for him. The citizens all love him, and he participates in decision making with the leaders of the carapacian kingdom often (which makes sense because Rose and Kanaya know him personally and Roxy seems like she’d be open to that). He’s busy, but he’s happy. Everything’s been good for him so far.

The same can be said for you and Karkat, and you take turns telling the Mayor everything you’ve done since you saw him last. Karkat does a lot of the talking, and you occasionally interrupt with a comment or something Karkat forgot to mention. You like listening to them talk, you’ve never heard Karkat speak so softly to anyone else before. It’s kind of endearing.

There’s salt on the breeze that you’ve never tasted before. If you were being honest with yourself, one of the reasons you wanted to come here was because you’ve never seen the ocean in person. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t relieved to find out that Karkat hasn’t seen it, either.

The three of you reach your destination, and you all stand here motionlessly and take it all in. It’s bluer than you imagined, and surprisingly vast. It looks endless from here, and you feel small and a little insignificant in comparison. The feeling passes once you remember that this shit only exists because you helped create it in the first place. Suck it, ocean.

You tear your eyes away from the water and glance over at the other two. They both look just as entranced with the waves as you are. You could probably waste a good chunk of time just holding hands and staring, mesmerized by the fucking current like a bunch of asshats.

“Wow.” Karkat says, looking shocked at his own comment. “It’s...really pretty.”

“I want to throw a rock at it.”

Both of their heads snap over to you. “Dave, what the fuck?”

“I have no other explanation besides this.” You let go of the Mayor’s hand so you can give the most exaggerated shrug you can manage.

“Well, moment’s ruined. What the hell are we supposed to do now, Dave?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at you. “Or was staring at a giant salt puddle all that was on the itinerary today?”

“That’s a pretty biting tone for someone who was way more than okay with doing that all day a second ago.” You reply. “But no, there’s more. Like I said, there’s so much cliche shit we could do. We did the staring at the waves part, so that’s a big check mark in the done square. We could get closer and walk around in the sand, Karkat you strike me as the whole ‘I like long walks along the beach’ kind of guy, if I’m being honest here. Or if that’s not really something you feel like doing because your poor toes are too sore to appreciate the sand right now since we walked all the way over here, then we could do something else. Try to skip rocks or some shit. Sand castles. You know the drill.”

“No, I really don’t.” He shakes his head. “None of what you said made any fucking sense. Are you having a stroke?”

“No, Karkat, I am not having a stroke, but thank you for your concern, I really appreciate it, dude.” You start taking off your shoes and socks. “If none of the things I suggested made any sense to you, then clearly that means we gotta do all that shit. Right fucking now. Don’t you think so, Mayor?”

He nods, and that’s all the confirmation you need before running off towards the water. You reach the sand, and it’s warm under your feet. Karkat and the Mayor follow behind you.

“Why’d you take off your shoes?” Karkat asks, staring at your already sand coated feet.

You wiggle your toes at him. “It’s part of the beach experience. Come on, take yours off.”

He takes his shoes off reluctantly and holds them in one hand as he puts his feet carefully on the ground.

“So, sand?” You pry. “Yea or nay?”

“I could take it or leave it.” He replies, looking down at his feet as he moves the sand around. “I still prefer shoes and solid ground, but if I have to be barefoot on ground up rocks to get the full cliche experience, then fuck it, sure. I’ll do it.”

He throws his shoes so they land near yours. “So,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest, “what are we doing first?”

“I don’t know about you,” you stoop down and start digging through the sand, “but I still want to throw a rock at it.”

You manage to find a smooth, good sized rock deep in the sand. “I figured skipping rocks would be a good start.”

You fling your rock at the ocean as a demonstration. You don’t actually know how to skip a rock, so it just plunks right into the water.

“Dave, that didn’t skip.” Karkat points out.

“How the fuck would you know? You didn’t even think skipping rocks was a thing until a couple seconds ago.”

“Yeah, but even I know that’s not what a skipped rock looks like.”

“Well why don’t you do it, then, if you’re such an expert at rock skipping?” You goad.

Karkat takes the bait without hesitation. “Okay, give me a rock and I’ll do it.” He holds out his hand to you.

You push his hand away. “I can’t do that. Finding your own rocks is an integral part of this practice, man. You gotta do it yourself. It wouldn’t count if I did it for you.”

“Fine.” His hands are on his hips. “Just you wait, I’m going to find a great rock and I’m going to skip the fuck out of it while you stand there, shamefaced and completely owned by me, a total rock skipping noob. Get ready to grovel at my feet, Dave.”

“Grovel?” You smirk. “Now that sounds like a challenge, Karkat. Are you sure you want to go through with that?”

“Fuck yeah, I do.” He nods. “Based on your severe lack of skill, I think I stand a good chance of winning.”

“Oh, is that so? In that case, you’re on! Mayor, do you want in on this, or are you cool with judging?”

The Mayor picks up a rock. He’s in.

“Okay, cool.” You nod. “So here’s what we’re gonna do. We’re going to take four minutes to split up and scour the beach for rocks to throw, and when those four minutes are up we’ll meet back here with our rocks and start throwing them. The first person whose rock actually skips will be declared the winner, and Karkat will have to lick all the sand off of my feet.”

“That’s only if you win, right?”

“Nope. You have to bathe my nasty, sand covered feet clean with your tongue regardless of who wins. Sorry, bro, I don’t make the rules.”

“Yes, you do! You just made that rule just now!”

“Wow, what the fuck, Karkat, I can’t believe you’re accusing me of making up rules. I’ll have you know that that’s always been a rule in rock skipping competitions. You have to lick my feet, that’s just how this game is.”

“If you put your vile sand frond anywhere near my face I’ll skip my rocks off your shades.”

“Oh, is that a threat?”

“Yes, obviously it’s a threat, you dense piece of moldy grubloaf.”

The Mayor intervenes before this can escalate into a contest to see who can throw the best insult at the other’s face and gets you back on track to what it actually is, a contest to see who can throw the best rock.

“How will we know the four minutes are over?” Karkat asks, tilting his head.

That’s a good question. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll keep track of the time and yell for you guys when time’s up.”

“And we’re supposed to meet up right back here?”

“That’s the plan, yeah.” You nod.

“How the fuck are we supposed to find right here? I mean, look around for a second, Dave, this all looks the fucking same. How am I supposed to differentiate this exact spot from all of the other identical spots on this sand strip?”

Before you can come up with an answer, the Mayor draws a big 'X’ in the sand between you and Karkat with his foot.

“Like that.” You point at the 'X’. “That should help you find your way back easier, as long as you keep looking at the ground.”

Karkat studies the 'X’ carefully and nods. “Yeah, that should help. Thanks, Mayor.”

“Okay, so we’re meeting back here in four.” They both nod. “Ready....go!”

You all split up, and you start searching frantically along the beach for some good rocks. You find a good amount closer to the water where the sand is damp and grab as many as you can before the four minutes are up. When the time’s run out, you make your way back with an entire pile of rocks in your arms.

Karkat and the Mayor have both also found a good amount of rocks, and their’s are already lain down on the ground before you get there.

“Well, Karkat, why don’t you start?” You say as you promptly dump your rocks next to you. “Show me up at skipping rocks. Right here, right now.”

“Oh, you bet I’ll show you.” He picks up a rock. From the very limited knowledge you have about skipping rocks, you know his isn’t going to work very well. He winds up like he’s about to throw a baseball, which is also not what you’re supposed to do, and tosses it into the water.

It makes a fair amount of distance before it hits the water, you’ll give him that much. You knew this was going to be the end result, but you can’t help but laugh anyway. “That was awful.”

He bristles. “Shut up! You didn’t do any better.”

“Yeah, I know, but I’m definitely closer to skipping a rock than you are.” You toss one of yours, and even though it doesn’t skip it still looks like a better throw than Karkat’s was. That’s really all that matters.

Karkat picks up another rock and holds it in his hands. “I’m going to put you in your place, Dave. Mark my words, I’m going to kick your ass by getting this rock to skip before you even know what hit you.”

He throws it underhand this time, and it splashed unceremoniously into the water. Karkat growls in frustration, already pissed off at his inability to throw a god damn rock the way he wants to.

“My guess is it’s going to be a rock.” You reply as you toss one of your rocks. It falls in with a thunk. “You’ll have a better chance at hitting me than you would getting any of those misshapen petrified shits to skip.”

He yells and throws another one. It goes right in the water again.

You throw another one, and it plops right into the water just like the rest of them. It’s not much longer before you’re both shouting and throwing rocks into the water without any intention of even trying to get them to skip across. Your supply of rocks is depleted sooner than expected.

You both stand there, breathing hard and watching the waves crashing against the shore.

“So who the fuck won?” You wonder out loud.

“It’s a tie.” Karkat says, kicking the sand. “We’re out of rocks and we both suck.”

“That’s true. Fine, a tie it is.” You turn on your heel and are about ready to suggest something else when you notice that the Mayor still has his rocks piled by his feet. “Mayor, how come you didn’t throw any of yours?”

He shrugs. You and Karkat looked like you were having fun, he didn’t want to interrupt.

You feel bad for accidentally leaving him out. That’s the opposite of what this day’s supposed to be about. “Before we do anything else, you should at least throw one. You were a part of this competition, too.”

“Didn’t he already win, since we both tied for last?”

“Well yeah, but you can’t be a real winner without throwing at least one rock.”

The Mayor takes a rock off of his pile. You and Karkat both watch as he approaches the water slowly before throwing it.

It skips.

It skips five fucking times.

“Holy shit.”

“Is that what we were supposed to be doing?” Karkat asks incredulously. “I don’t think I’m physically capable of doing that.”

“Yeah, me neither.” You admit. “Fuck, he made it look so easy. Mayor, how the hell did you do that?”

He doesn’t answer you and throws another rock. This one also skips. He picks up another one and tosses it. That one skips, too. Damn, all this time you spent with the Mayor and you didn’t even know he was a rock skipping champion. You think you know a guy.

“Could you show us how to do that?” Karkat asks after the Mayor’s fourth rock skips three times across the water.

The Mayor nods and places a rock in both Karkat’s and your hands. You watch carefully as he gives a slow demonstration of what he’s doing. You both try to copy him as best you can. Yours still falls right in. Karkat somehow manages to get his to skip once. Just the once.

Once is enough, though.

“I did it!” Karkat yells excitedly, pumping his fist in the air. “Fucking finally! Dave, did you see that? Mine skipped! I beat you!”

“Yeah, I saw.” You sigh in defeat. As much as you would have loved to beat him, you don’t really mind losing. Karkat’s so fucking ecstatic about winning a dumb rock throwing game, it’s actually adorable. “I guess I just can’t skip rocks.”

“You’re damn right, you can’t!” Karkat grins. “And now you have to french my sand foot!”

“Whoa, wait, I never agreed to that.”

“Yes, you did! Don’t lie to me, Dave. Loser has to kiss my feet, sorry them’s the rules. I don’t make them, I just enforce them. Now get down and do it, asshole.”

“No, that’s gross.”

“Of course it’s gross, but you have to do it because you lost.”

“I’m not doing it.”

“Do it.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Do it or I’ll rub my foot on your face.”

“Fine,” you start inching backwards, “do it.”

“I will,” he moves closer to you, “just stop moving first.”

“No,” you shake your head and take another step backwards, “if you really want to shove your foot all up in my beautiful grill, you’re going to have to catch me first.”

You bolt, kicking up sand as you run away. Karkat and the Mayor start chasing you all along the beach. You run as fast as you can, only a couple steps ahead of the other two the whole time. Karkat gets close to catching you a few times, you can feel his fingers brush against you every once in awhile.

You come to a stop without warning when you start to feel like you can’t run anymore. Karkat and the Mayor both run into you, and you all topple over into a heap in the sand. You roll over so your face isn’t pressed into the sand anymore.

“Do you give up yet?” Karkat asks, he’s breathing directly into your face. His breath smells like coffee and toothpaste.

You wrinkle your nose. “I got sand in my mouth, does that count?”

“Yeah, that can count, if you want to be a grub about it.” Karkat replies, snorting.

“I do want to be a grub about it.” You say. “That’s what I am, a big ol’ baby bug. Are you happy now?”

“As long as you can live with yourself being a big grub, then yeah, I am.” He shrugs, flopping off of you and onto the sand.

You start making a sand angel. “What do you guys want to do next?”

“I don’t know.” Karkat says, throwing his hands over his head. “We skipped rocks, we did the whole long walk along the beach thing, what else is there?”

“We could try building a sand castle, maybe splash around in the waves a little. Lunch would eventually be a good idea, too. Mayor, what do you want to do?”

The Mayor’s still sprawled halfway on you. He taps his fingers on your stomach while he thinks about his options. He settles on building a sand castle. That should be fun.

You didn’t bring anything to try and build a sand castle, so you all try your best to pile sand into something resembling a structure with just your hands. It doesn’t go very well and you just end up with a sand dome that keeps crumbling every time you try to add more to it.

You pack on too much at once, and your sand tower falls over from too much weight and half covers the Mayor with sand.

“Well, shit.” Karkat sighs, dropping the handfuls of sand he’d carried over onto the ground. “There goes all our hard work for nothing.”

“Hold up, there’s another thing we could do.” You say. “We could bury the Mayor. You know, if he’s okay with that.”

“But we like him, why the fuck would we do that?”

“Because it’s a weird fun human thing that weird fun humans do.” You explain. “And we’re not actually going to bury him, his head will still be uncovered still. Mayor, you cool with getting buried? You’re already half covered.”

He nods. You and Karkat start covering him with the sand from your failed castle until you can’t see anything except his head anymore.

“Okay,” Karkat pats another clump of wet sand over the Mayor’s feet, “this was fun, what do we do now?”

You shrug. “I don’t know. Dig him out?”

“But we just finished burying him.”

You lay back down in the sand. “Bury me?”

“No, fuck that.” Karkat stands up. “There’s too much of you to bury, it’ll take forever and I don’t want to. I have better things to do.”

“Do you?” You sit up. “Like what?”

“This.” He marches straight over to the water and jumps in ankle deep before running right back out again. “Fuck, never mind, that was terrible and I regret so much.”

He shoves his feet right back into the sand. “What else should we do?”

You give it a long thought. “We could break for lunch? I got picnic stuff in my sylladex.”

Karkat and the Mayor exchange yet another one of those looks. The Mayor thinks lunch sounds like a good idea.

“Yeah.” Karkat agrees. “I could eat.”

The Mayor gets himself unburied, and the three of you head back up to the grass. You lay a blanket down and all your lunch stuff, and you all sit down and watch the water while you eat.

After you finish with lunch, you go right back to the water’s edge. You chase each other and splash around and play in the sand for hours, right up until it gets colder and the sun starts to set. The three of you head back up to the Mayor’s house and drop him off. You’re both sad to leave him, but he still has things he has to do tomorrow, and technically so do you. You’re already all making plans for next time, when you want to get a full tour of Can Town. The Mayor is more than happy with this arrangement and is already thinking up which destinations to go to first when you leave him.

“Okay,” you wrap an arm around Karkat, “are you ready to go?”

“Can’t we just walk for a little bit?” Karkat grumbles, dragging his feet. “It’s such a nice night, and I don’t want to go home yet.”

“Please, you just don’t want to fly.”

“That, too.” He agrees, shrugging. “I’m not ashamed to admit it, I’d rather go on a long walk with you than a short trip being carried like a bunch of god damned luggage.”

“You’re not luggage.” You ruffle his hair. “But we can walk around for a little bit longer if you want.”

“Yeah,” he nods, nuzzling into your chest a bit. Karkat’s still sweaty and hot from all the running around you both did. You feel sticky, but it’s alright. “that’d be good.”

Karkat made a good point, it’s nice out tonight, and it’s even nicer having him here with you. You walk around together with Karkat’s head on your shoulder while the moon rises and the stars blink to life above you to light your path back home.

#long post #fic request #davekat #dave strider #karkat vantas #the mayor #fanfic #I went a little overboard with this one #sorry if it's not exactly what you wanted #I hope you like it #it's pretty much every cliché beach episode of an anime ever #at least that's what it felt like while I was writing it #yo it's a fic and I wrote it

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