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No problem. Agh, you’re sweet. I know this too forever to get back to, but it’s much appreciated. I hope you continue to follow me on my other blogs.
Writer-stranded-in-the-city crisis, people.
SCREAM
It’s like Sex and the City but not classy and definitely miserable.
So, some urgent shit just went down, and I’m a millisecond away from breaking the fucking law and opening commissions for anything.
^ Yo, my lovely individuals who’re yet to follow my new active writing blog.
Aside from being a superlative bitch, Vriska was incredibly nosey in her own unconscious way that Gamzee constantly found himself skimming over without much of a reaction. That being said, his exterior wasn’t an accurate reflection of how his gears ticked while around her. The single saving grace for Vriska’s excruciatingly self-centered traits was that she was a regulation hottie. Upon moving in with Kanaya she had adopted a bohemian glam style, and incredibly, she was a girl who could have blonde roots peeking through a healthy heap of dyed to shit sapphire hair without looking like a sack of trash. Her pants were always a centimeter away from being tight enough to instigate camel toe, and she was an avid collector of Miu Miu platform heels. Gamzee had watched her sprint in said heels multiple times, and it had been horrifying. Frightening in the kind of way one would perceive the goddess Chaos, he was continuously wary of her and her commonplace impulses. He would have definitely fucked her, but before the sun even contemplated rising, he would have also definitely vanished.
One of Vriska’s artistically drawn on eyebrows threatened to reach her hairline. “What’s in the opposite direction, hm? Oh, I bet I know. I know exactly where you’re going, Gamzee.”
His smile went from tight lipped to wide and glaringly bright due to her dragging out the vowels in his name. She was subtly taunting. “You motherfucking think so?”
Karkat: AS STIMULATING AS YOUR FANTASY LAND OF FUCKING STUPID IN PARADISE IS YOU SHOULD KNOW WE DON’T LIVE AT THE HILTON WITH RODENT DOGS AND SPARKLING FLATULENT DUST. IT IS MANUAL. IT IS A FUCKING MANUAL COFFEE POT WHERE YOU TAKE THOSE FREAKY APPENDAGES ON YOUR HANDS AND PUSH THE LABEL THAT CLEARLY SAYS TURN ME THE FUCK OFF OR ELSE I WILL TAKE YOUR HOUSE DOWN LIKE CIRCA 1940S WALT DISNEY ON A JEWISH ADOLESCENT.
But yeah, that’s what’s going on there. So…uhm, follow this blog.