[ Every breath you tried to pull into your lungs was lost to the sensation of him. The press of his mouth on yours, the urgent grip of his hands drawing you closer, and the heat of his body only spiked the rise of your own -- It was dizzying, it was 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 as it were messy & spontaneous. ] +

[ There comes a hear arising in your body -- burning and not entirely unfamiliar, yet new all the same. It starts at your lips where they stay molded over Dave's own, and spreads like wildfire, igniting your very senses. He's so close now, closer than he's ever been. ] ++

[ You couldn't be worse at this, but how could you be expected to dive headfirst into a romantic embrace when you've only ever seen this scene play out in the films. Was it always this awkward? Still, you indulge in the moment, lost in it when his hands reach your face. ] ++

[ It's neither graceful nor the perfectly romantic gesture as seen in your awful movies, but it's real. It's you — it's both of you. You shudder once in his hold, your lips flush against Dave's own in a matter that's far too clumsy as though your inexperience shines through it all. ] ++

I HATE THIS MAN.

WHAT IF I DECIDED TODAY WAS A GOOD DAY TO BLOW UP AND SPARE MYSELF FROM HAVING TO BEAR WITNESS ANOTHER MOMENT TO THIS WORLD AND THE SO CALLED "PEOPLE" WHO INHABIT IT. NATURAL SELECTION WAS APPARENTLY NOT EFFECTIVE ENOUGH.

[ Oh, god. Oh, god it's happening — He's coming closer and it's happening. You feel like your blood pusher is seconds from failing, but you are not about to pass away and ruin this. A second time. ] [ Shades moved from his eyes, you know this is disgustingly serious and you NEED it to be. ] ++

[ The way your face flushes is something you'd relate to one of the strange animated troll girls in those shows Nepeta would watch, generally full of brain-rotting romance that didn't even hold a flame to your movie masterpieces. Like 50 First Dates. A classic. ] > Karkat: Focus. ++

[ The way in which this man radiated idiocy was something that needed to be studied in a lab, you're certain it reached groundbreaking levels of an astronomical degree. ] > Karkat: Contemplate Life Choices. > Stop contemplating. ++

// PUKES!!! sorry I was mildly homophobic towards Dave <3

// excited clapping! Spooky made Gamzee, if we weren't married already — we would be. But this time I'm down on BOTH KNEES

> Karkat: Stop thinking about Dave. [ In your attempt to silence your Strider filled thoughts, you think about him even more. God damn it, Karkat we just told you to STOP thinking about this guy. Stop it! Stop doing that this instant! You're doing it MORE! ] > Karkat: Pine like a moron.

[ You're focused on him, your eyes glimmering in the light — you look positively stupid in the moment and like a loser wannabe mangaka's dream boy — We won't mention him. ] DO I- [ You're anticipating, watching him intently as if he's going to say something — something important. ] ++

// i neeed to redo my account layout cause I hate it. I rushed it so I could harass spooky

[ You sense the awkward tension around you and you know it's got every bit to do with the fact the two of you had almost crossed the lines of friendship and ventured into something far different. Something you didn't quite understand just yet. ] > Karkat: Dry your face. ++

[ The loser in question ]

// on that note its bed time !

I HATE THAT FUCKING LOSER. > Said with barely controlled lust.

> Karkat: Get dragged. [ You relinquish the remnants of your digity, or rather whatever could be scavenged if anything at all. Over the course of sweeps since your wiggling day you hadn't help much dignity anyway. ] YEAH. YOU ARE *SO* RIGHT, DAVE. WHAT AN UNFATHOMABLE CONSEQUENCE. ++

// for years ive been saying haa haa hee hee hoo hoo especially when I do smthn bad. But no one. No one has caught on to my whimsy.

// I hate my layout and plan to redo it entirely. In a few sweeps

YEAH. SOUNDS GREAT. A ONCE IN A HUMAN LIFETIME GRAND IDEA FROM FUCKING DAVE STRIDER, EVERYONE BRING YOUR HANDS TOGETHER AND REWARD HIM WITH THE GRANDEST STANDING OVATION. [ You clap your eyes while you're still blinded by dirt, you try to save face but you can't take it back anymore. ] ++

// I promise i'll be so good in this verse and I wont be anyone evil

// Thats not even mentioning the trolls of Vast Error either—

// This was over a span of years... 10 years.

// Lets play how mentally ill is Pyro. I've placed a check mark only on the characters I wrote before.

[ There are tears in your eyes and — are you crying? Are you actually fucking crying like a pissbaby on the ground because a bee made you fall and ruined your one chance to mack on some hot babes? ] [ The hot babes in question being singular. Also being Dave. Also being from Texas. ] ++

ARE YOU GUYS FUCKING STUPID? ACTUALLY. DON'T ANSWER THAT. I HAVE ENOUGH CONTEXTUAL EVIDENCE TO SUPPORT THE FACTS. THE FACTS BEING YOU'RE ALL RAGING, PANLESS SHART BUCKETS. I'M TALKING EXCEEDING LEVELS OF MORONIC FUCKERY I DON'T EVEN HAVE THE SUFFICIENT AMOUNT OF WORDS TO DESRCIBE IT.

// 😬

> Karkat: Continue to run and scream. [ You are running away from a bumblebee that has somehow found its way comically in the midst of your would have been romantic entanglement with your supposed best friend of many years. But this is a fight you're losing. Yes, losing a fight to a bumblebee. ] ++

// do you think Spooky hates me

[ You're still touching him, and I thought we already had this conversation not only about predatory prolonged eye contact, but now extensive touching of faces. But those little sausages are hankering to touch yourself some Strider face today. ] > Karkat: Lean in closer to the Dave zone. ++

// rejoices! (I wont make more i wont make more i wont make more i wont-)

// And you all think I cant write teeth rotting fluff! Hmf! That's all for you, Spookums!

[ You find yourself feeling even more of a fucking dumbass than usual and that was saying something given how self deprication pretty much ruled your entire life since the day you hatched. What with being a mut— ] [ There's uncertainty and you find yourself staring far longer than necessary. ] ++

♇ᡣ𐭩 A CHARACTER WRITTEN IN A MIRROR IMAGE OF #𝓟𝓵𝓾𝓽𝓸 A minor and limitless lewd do not interact account. Will contain dead dove themes such as gore, abuse, self-hate, and other themes not suitable to minors. Mun is 27. Will contain non-lewd themes; multi-ship.

// wow— everyone really did come over here from twt. Crazy.

// sleep time

[ You ponder on the fact you've known Dave for years, you've been through so much together since you'd been young and now—? You still didn't have to guts to pull anything other than whatever this was. ] MAYBE. A REAL GENIUS ANSWER THERE, STRIDER. MAYBE YOU WANT TO BE SUBJECTED TO MY TEETH. ++

// eepy.......

YOU ASK LIKE YOU WANT TO GET BIT. [ Your words aren't malicious, they're far from it in your calmed state, it's more soothing than anything you've experienced — far too often you're met with the stress of life & your powerful, unpredictable emotions. ] ++

// if I had any less self control I'd be making another HS account.

[ You suddenly find yourself unable to remember what the small talk had even been about, falling into a state of bliss every time Dave pets you. It's mind numbing and addictive— your purrs are far too loud for your own liking, but we're past the point of return. ] ..... ++

// Face cheek??? Spooky. 💀

[ You should be getting up by now, but for whatever reason you can't seem to fathom, you're lying on the ground while Dave Strider is petting you. Yes, petting you. ] > Purr louder. [ You find yourself in a near hypnotic state, unable to resist the urge to lean into his hand. ] YEAH. COOL. ++

// Missing my boy Disrae. A clout chasing, social media addicted pos. I never got to do anything fun with him but ugh.

// throws in that stupid hc I won't let go of