ANOTHER VERSION OF ME. BEING TORMENTED BY THE 'NARRATIVE'.

MAN. SURE SUCKS TO BE THAT GUY.

[ > You, Unfortunately, are a version of THAT GUY. ]

OKAY, MAN.

THERE ARE POINTS WHERE I GENUINELY, /GENUINELY/ FUCKING BELIEVE YOU NEED A PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION, GLAYCO.

what the fuck

@daveofguy.bsky.social

CG: IF YOU SEE A BASTARDIZED CANDY VERSION OF ME OUTSIDE: THAT IS /NOT/ ME. GO THE OTHER WAY.

[ > You feel nothing but /dread/ at this candy-coated version of your..... ]

[ > Hm. You'll think on that later. ]

[ > The air tastes sickeningly sweet. You hover backwards a few feet.]

SOMEWHERE ELSE. I . HAVE SOMETHING I NEED TO DO.

GOODBYE. GOOD FUCKING BYE. I AM NOT DEALING WITH THAT

OH FUCK NO

// Andrew hussie went the butch Hartman route

DO YOU WANT SOME KIND OF WEAPON. IM USING A CROWBAR.

[ > Anti-Maternal Instinct. ]

WE COULD CULL HIM.

IS IT MORALLY WRONG TO WANT TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THE WRIGGLER VERSION OF THE WORST FUCKING PERSON EVER

[ > Who's goddamn green baby is that. ]

@trolljesus.bsky.social

YOU SEE HER TOO???!?!?!

WHAT!!!!!!!!!

a man in a white tank top is standing in front of a refrigerator door ALT: a man in a white tank top is standing in front of a refrigerator door

WHAT. ???!???

????

ALRIGHT. I'M NORMAL AGAIN. WHAT'S HAPPENING NOW

[ walking out of his room visibly disheveled and covered in blood ] NO ONE TALK TO ME FOR THE NEXT TEN MINUTES.

// christ you people came fast okay this won't be in order bear with me

+ of shackles appearing on his wrists.

@theoutcaste.bsky.social | REBELREAPER.

A large scythe with the blade of a sickle on its opposite end. The two sides of the weapon are completely different - yet, forged so similarly. This weapon becomes chained to Karkat upon him creating it- a familiar pair +

@noirscaped.bsky.social | [WOOF]BLADE.

Forged in hatred, bound by rage. A one-handed sword with a distinct, serrated curve like dog's teeth on the outside. Best in close-combat, when you're too angry to think about anything but the fight. Scorching green energy flickers around it as it strikes.

[ > LIKE this post for a weapon based off of your muse and Karkat's bond. ]

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[ > . . You sit up, lifting both hands. One bleeds a deep black - almost like tar, if it weren't for the occasional green flash. ]

[ > The other bleeds a cusp. Violet and Fuchica, flowing much harder than the thicker blood in your other hand. ]

[ >. . . Wonderful. ]

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[ > . . . Bright red blood stains the cloth of your glove yet again , dripping through the fabric and falling to your face. Drip, drip, drip. ]

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[ > Something's Wrong. ]

[ > You can feel it. That deep, violent burn coursing through your veins. Through your Blood. ]

[ > Bonds being pulled. Strained. Tugged and Torn. You roll onto your back, lifting your arm to get a look at your hand. ]

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