Karkles, you're my KittenKarkat listened as Gamzee droned on about absolutely nothing. He kept his eyes on the sidewalk ahead of them, warning Gamzee where ever there was a curb or pot hole, because the other was too busy shooting his mouth of to watch where his own two feet landed. That was fine, though, because Karkat and Gamzee had an unspoken agreement: Karkat would make sure Gamzee didn't twist an ankle as they walked home from school to their apartment that they shared, and Gamzee would talk enough for the both of them, making the whole conversation himself so that Karkat didn't need to say a word.

"So you and I were all up and invited to Sollux's birthday par

sTaLkErSTUCK~ Chapter 7The countdown begins…now.
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Gamzee has been the first contact you have had in months. Since you ran away, you have been isolated. Isolating. Losing yourself in music worked for awhile as you lived off of the money you stole from your dad's wallet. You were able to forget about all that had happened for a short time. You let it be washed away by music. But the past can never be erased, Karkat. You have to live with it for the rest of your life.

And what you did is worth a thousand deaths. You don't want to talk about it still. Not the whole story. There are still bits and pieces that need to be fitted in, but you don't want t

Stupid LemonsWhen life gives you lemons, give them to Gamzee and he'll make them into something entirely different.

When you give the lemons to Karkat, he'll rip them open and squirt you in the eye.

When life gives you two jacked up, broken dudes, put them together and get the purest of friends.

Karkat Vantas was definitely 'broken'. He was in some cases- if not all- a lost cause. A soul condemned to wander the earth with no purpose other than to make everyone else around it miserable. It wasn't too hard of a job, really. It didn't get too old if you had a mind ingenious enough to come up with high-quality insults. And boy did he have one.

His back st

Best Friends buy each other Churros The churro Karkat was holding flew out of his hand when the Farris wheel came to an abrupt stop. The metal bar that kept him and Gamzee seated in their seats thudded against his ribs.

Karkat leaned on the bar, peaking his head over the side to watch his churro flip through the air, somersaulting off all its sugar, until it landed in someone else's gondola over a hundred feet below. He gulped audibly, leaning back in his seat.

"OH GOD, OH GOD, WE'RE GOING TO DIE!" Karkat shouted.

Gamzee had his relaxed smile on his face and he draped his arm around his best friend's shoulders. "We're going to be just fine, bro. The ride is just taking a na

An Unscratched Surface: Part 1

The world is full of miracles. That was something that Gamzee Makara had been sure of since he'd been a little wriggler, under the tender care of his guardian. The very fact that a troll as attentive as Goatad had taken time out of his important work as a guidance adjustor to teach him was all the proof Gamzee had ever needed that miracles existed. But there was always more proof. With every motherfucking night when the sun set and the soothing, pale pink light of the moon came to wash over the world, it was a miracle of beauty. The way that the little tweet-beasts sang songs to the moon was a miracle. The way that everyone and everything cou

World Changing

The world was changing tomorrow. After a sweep and a half the world is changing again, just like that, and Gamzee isn't ready for it. He hadn't been ready for the first miraculous change of playing Sgrub, no matter what he'd thought. Nor had he been able to handle the other (less than miraculous change) that he'd gone through in the Veil. Now they were going out into a world they didn't even know except through a screen. And Gamzee... He'd have to come out of hiding.

A sweep and a half (three human years) he'd been hiding, seeing only Karkat and the memories of friends in dream bubbles. The former had been less common as time went by, the la

Red The first thing I'm aware of jolts me into conciousness-

POW!

-and I can feel a warmth take over my front.

My eyes burst open, mouth dropping in a scream so loud it surely woke everyone on the street, had the shot not already done so.

Red.

It's splattered over the wall, splattered over the floor and, worst, it's splattered all over me.

I'm staring, gasping for air and with every little bit I manage to force in, it retreats just as quickly in a breathless continuation of the scream.

Tears are running down my cheeks, a sickly red color as they mingled with the liquid dripping from my chin, my hands and- oh gog--

I whip my hand

Love me, Trust me- GamKarIt was in the heat of one of his most sexually exciting moments of his entire life, that Karkat realized exactly what he was getting into with changing his quadrants with Gamzee.

To be honest, he hadn't even meant to change it. It just sort of happened. Well, it had more than 'just happened.' It was shortly after the humans had arrived on this godforsaken rock and Gamzee stayed closer to Karkat than he had done previously. And really, that was no big deal at first. Until Karkat started hoping that the Capricorn would show up unannounced as usual at his block sooner than the day before, started hoping he would maybe even drop by twice or thre

sTaLkErSTUCK~ Chapter 6You're burning. You're on fire. You're being eaten alive by flames. They are consuming your body. Your flesh is like bubbly cheese on a pizza. You're being backed.

Your dad is dying. He's not moving around on the floor anymore. The alcohol on his cloths caught fire pretty quickly. He's an inferno inside a volcano.

You're moving through the flames. Somehow you were able to get to your feet. The front door knob isn't cold anymore. It's hot. So, so, so…hot. Blisters form on blisters as you open the front door wide. The smoke swishes around you. You can hear the faint sound of an ambulance and fire trucks and cop cars and the sound of wood

sTaLkErSTUCK~ Chapter 1 You ride your bike down the street. The shops pass you by in a blur, their lights flicking across your body and across the street. It's getting late, and the shops are starting to close. All but one.

Your bike plows threw the water that lies on the side of the street. There are heavy rain clouds above still, blocking the view of the stars that you always like to gaze up at. The air is chilly, and it stings your face as you whip around a corner.

You briefly look down at your wrist. Your cheap watch tells you that's it close to eleven. You look back up at the road.

Your friend Tavros had told you about an old coffee shop that

He's a Strange One, that GamzeeThe boy was a weird one. Such messy hair and mismatched clothes. Such a bright, inviting personality. Such baggy pants and weird face paint. Could the five year old Karkat Vantas trust it?

"Like my cool bike?" Gamzee Makara asked Karkat, holding the bars proudly and chest out.

"It's cool," Karkat said with a shrug. He touched the handle bars and looked at the colorful decorations on the pegs. "Can you ride it?"

Gamzee smiled ear to ear, the painted smile on his face making it possible. "'Course, motherhugger! Want to watch me ride it?"

Karkat wasn't too sure if he did. He still couldn't ride a bike without training wheels and the thought

GamKarKarkat sits locked in his room, on his computer, as usual. Also as usual his annoying as hell 'best friend' wouldn't leave him alone.
TC: BrO, wHy'Re YoU aLwAyS aLl Up AnD lOcKeD iN yOuR rOoM?
TC: yOu StIlL tHeRe BrO?
CG: YES, FUCKASS, I'M STILL HERE. NOW WHAT THE FUCK COULD YOU POSSIBLY WANT?
TC: jUsT wAnT tO cHaT wItH mY mOtHeRfUcKiNg BeStFrIeNd!
CG: WHAT A STUPID FUCKING REASON.
With typing that Karkat sighs to himself.
CG: HEY, CAN I TELL YOU SOMETHING?
TC: SuRe, BrO, wHaT's Up? : O )
Karkat hesitates. He types 'I LOVE YOU' but he can't send it.
TC: HeY, bRo, YoU kNoW tHaT wHaTeVeR tHiS sHiT iS i PrOmIsE nOt To LaUgH.
Karkat deletes it an

Forever And AlwaysT'was a cold winter's afternoon, the date, December twenty-fourth, the time, four past noon, the location, a mediocre coffee shop in New York, the person, Karkat Vantas. He was sitting alone in one of those shitty booths, waiting for his shitty coffee, thinking about how shitty the weather was with all of this shitty snow and shitty cold air and how everyone was singing that shitty Christmas music. Shitty shitty shitty. Live was fucking shitty.

"Hey Kar, got our motherfuckin' coffee bro."

Okay, now life was less fucking shitty, but Karkat was intent on not showing that to the one who sat across from him. "Thanks fuckass..." He muttered as G

sTaLkErSTUCK~ Chapter 4You're standing in your living room. In your house. The house that you ran away from, the house that housed you and your father. You're father- the drunkard. He stands across from you, dark eyes narrowed and mouth pulled down in a deep frown. You stand there, looking defiantly back with your guitar resting against your leg and your backpack slung over your shoulder.

"I'm leaving," you state simply. Your dad raises an eyebrow and leans in the doorway, blocking the front door.

"I don't think so."

"I don't give a flying fuck about what you think," you snarl. "In fact, when have you ever cared about what I think? You haven't. You didn't care a

Ch:1 Broken (GamKar)It was raining in the dark of night, lightning out makeing a figure jump.
He was alone crying tears of candy red, his hair was matted to his face and he was soaked to the bone from the rain.
He was a shivering mess and looking closer you could see he was in rought shape, blood was pooling out of cuts he had on his arms and face as he looked to the sky he collapsed to his knees.
Crying.

His name is Karkat Vantas
And today he had finally snapped.

---Be the crying troll.

Shivering and weak you fell to the ground flashes of the day passing in front of you.

It was all because you could't keep all the anger and pain inside and it seamed lik

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by ~HalostarOfCookieClan, May 18, 2012, 6:17:58 PM
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His band had been practicing for weeks for that audition. In fact, it was all Gamzee had ever talked about for the past two weeks. He had hardly been hone at all because he wanted to go and practice with his band; this audition was all they could think about. If they impressed the judges, then they would get a contract and go on tour, they would do all that they dreamed of doing. And they sounded pretty great. So when Gamzee stomped through the front door at two in the morning, slamming the door shut so hard it nearly shook the whole aprtment, Karkat was more than surprised.

Footsteps barely making a sound, Karkat crept down the stairs, sneaking into the living room. Light shone from the kitchen, a tall silhouette going through the fridge, grumbling. Karkat could practically feel Gamzee's irritation punch him in the face when he stepped into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes as they tried to adjust to the bright light.

"Gamzee, what the fuck are you doing...?" The Cancer muttered, trying to sound angry as he watched the juggalo pull out a bottle of beer, his back still turned to him, "Why the hell are you-"

"Shut up."

Karkat froze. He almost thought he saw frost on Gamzee's breath, the words were so cold. Too cold. And Karkat didn't like it. He hated it every time Gamzee was like this. When he was mad, he got scary; he started yelling and may even get phsyical. Fearful, Karkat watched as Gamzee took a huge swig from the bottle.

"Gamzee... Are you-"

"We didn't make it."

"What?"

"We didn't make it. What the fuck don't you motherfuckin' understand about that?"

Gamzee wiped around, his usually bright indigo eyes now dull and dark with rage. Karkat stiffened, involentarily taking a half step back before adverting his gaze to the floor.

"I-I'm sorry..."

"Sorry?" Gamzee dropped the bottle, the glass shattering on the floor. Ignoring the glistening shards of alcohol coated glass crunching beneath his feet as he stepped closer to the shorter male, "Sorry ain't good enough best friend."

"Gamzee, please..."

"Sorry ain't gonna make us all up and get our playing good enough."

"Gamzee..."

"Sorry ain't gonna motherfuckin' make any of this better best friend. Do you know how long we got our practice on? Can you even fucking handle that kind of wicked knowledge? We worked with all we got, Kar, and we sound like the most bitchtits group of motherfuckers there ever was. But it still wasn't good enough."

Karkat lowered his gaze once more. That's when he turned on his heel and walked out of the kitchen, not even bothering to say another word. Gamzee just stood there, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes when he heard his name being called out. He didn't move at first, but eventually he trudged into the living room, head bowed.

"I got you something fuckass," Karkat said flatly, his voice catching the clown's attention.

Lifting his head, the Capricorn drew in a breath sharply, his eyes wide. There in Karkat's arms, was the best guitar he had ever seen. Rushing forward, Gamzee almost snatched it from him as Karkat held it out for him.

"H-How did you...?" Gamzee's voice trailed off, his words being eaten up by his awe, "This is a fuckin' Blueridge Historic Series Acoustic! How the fuck did-"

"I was planning to give it to you when you guys wowed the judges at the audition," Karkat cut him off coolly, glancing up at the tall man before him. He couldn't help but feel his heart flutter at how big the smile on his face was.

After gazing at the nice instrument of another long moment or two, Gamzee gently set it down, turning his attention to Karkat. Almost instantly, he stepped forward and crashed his lips against Karkat's the corner's of his mouth quirking up in the best simle he could manage. Taken aback by the sudden affection, Karkat's crimson eyes fluttered shut, his hands finding there way to Gamzee's chest. Pulling away, Gamzee pecked kisses along Karkat's neck.

"Ah... D-Don't you wanna fuck around with your guitar fuckass...?" He stuttered.

"Thank you Kar... But I'd rather up and fuck around with you instead..." Gamzee whispered against his neck, making him shutter.

Karkat bit his lip as Gamzee led him to the couch, his hands finding their way up Karkat's shirt as he laid on top of him. Smiling, Karkat wrapped his arms around Gamzee. This fucker had to pay him back for the guitar anyway.

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~Redlocksthebest May 29, 2013 New member

Awesome

~KehXKeova Mar 7, 2013 Hobbyist Artist

SO. AWESOME. OoO
I thought it was going to be sad, but it turned out wonderful!

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ThIs Is MoThErFuCkInG aWeSoMe BrO. ~HONK HONK : O)

~SilverBatti3 Jul 3, 2012

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Oh My GoG tHaT wAs AdOrAbLe ;3;!!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!!!!!

~AlkuraDemoralManeke May 20, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

*dies* Karkales stop being adorable for fuck's sake!!!

Adorable Karkles makes me squee.

Also Gamzee you're such a butt... I still love you motherfucker but you are a grade A asshat.

Ok weirdness done, this is awesome

~HalostarOfCookieClan May 20, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Well he was only an asshat cuz his band didn't make the audition thing sooo XDD

But thank you so much!! 833

~AlkuraDemoralManeke May 20, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Lol Gamzee is kinda an asshat a lot. but I still love him.

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