undead karkat, in all his creepy glory.
what am I doing with my life
Help I’m debating making him an ask blog
THE BEST PART OF FOURTH OF JULY IS THE TWILIGHT ZONE MARATHON
WHAT ARE YOU SERIOUS?!
yes!!! scifi channelllll all day long!
Then I guess I’m in the zone on July 4th
Important notice
In order to get my original muse back, I am returning my Gamzee to his original state. (Aka how he was when I started) Please bear this in mind that he remembers absolutely motherfuckin except for who his friends are, and his basic relation to them.
Torn up
Finally after three weeks of being gone in the hospital you get back home with a pretty big note hanging on your door, along with vandalism on the walls. You huff through the stitches and read the note as calmly as you can. You obviously can’t seeing as you are now forced to stay away from your love interest and was told by none other than an ERIDAN that YOU will never have anyone. You tear up the letter and storm into your hive.
But poor little Karkat should have known better to trust anyone.
You feel the threads in your lips stretch as you knew exactly who was speaking to you in your head. your smile stretches across your face because you know what you have to do.
Three fuckin weeks on your deathbed, and this is what you get. Your eyes bleed red as a muffled laughter barely escapes your lips. The threads at the ends of your lips rip through skin and now.
Right motherfuckin now :o)
Its time to help Gamzee with his cause.
HEY THERE MOTHERFUCKERS.
guess who’s finally home. :o)
