I MADE A BLOG TO KEEP UP WITH ALL OF YOUR SHIT.
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((Karkat Vantas, 9 sweeps old, post-game, independant roleplay blog.)) -CURRENT STATUS: IN HIDING, ROMANTIC FEELINGS DOUBLED IN STRENGTH, FUR/PAWFEET/EARS/TAIL.

 

littleangelvantas asked
*You hold your arms up, wanting a kiss, too.*

You kiss his forehead then hold him up for John.

cant-breathe-with-no-heir asked
*You chuckle, leaning over to kiss him.* i thought i was a dumbass.

YOU ARE.

You nuzzle his cheek.

BUT YOU STILL HAVE YOUR MOMENTS.

littleangelvantas asked
Cute! *You like dress up a lot.*

YEAH, THEY ARE PRETTY CUTE, HUH? YOUR DADDY SURE IS SMART.

littleangelvantas asked
*You nuzzle against him and purr, finally calming down as John returns with several more dresses, all in your size.*

You smile at Demi.

DO YOU LIKE THOSE, KIDDO?

littleangelvantas asked
*You're still sniffling as you respond.* karkat is a little shit.

YEAH, YEAH, I KNOW.

littleangelvantas asked
*John hands you over and says he'll be one moment when he takes a couple of dresses and leaves the room. You bury your face into Karkat's sweater, using it to wipe the snot dripping from your nose.*

This would be impossibly gross but you’re actually kind of used to it. You pet his hair and purr comfortingly.

YOU’RE A PIECE OF SHIT.

Anonymous asked
Ok *Goes away*

Wow, that’s a first.

Anonymous asked
There was a punch line, but I'm too drunk to remember. Why are there two of you there?

OH MY FUCKING GOD. GO AWAY, ANON.

littleangelvantas asked
*You kinda suck at the whole stop-crying thing, but you quiet down just a little.*

You hold your arms out for him.

COME ON, KIDDO, DON’T CRY.

Anonymous asked
What do you call two Karkat's in a bar?

…WHAT?

Anonymous asked
*You shrug as you comfort Demi.* children do shit like this.

FIIIIIIIIIIIINE.

littleangelvantas asked
*And there are the tears. John picks you up and rocks you as you cry.*

THIS IS A GODDAMNED GUILT TRIP AND IT’S A DIRTY FUCKING TACTIC. 

Anonymous asked
*Your eyes start to water a little bit. You just want to play with them.*

You groan.

CAN’T YOU JUST PLAY WITH JOHN?

cant-breathe-with-no-heir asked
*It definitely wasn't you.*

Fucking John.

littleangelvantas asked
*You give him kicked puppy eyes. Why doesn't he want to play with you two?*

You frown.

WHO EVEN TAUGHT YOU TO DO THAT?