Hello Loves!
It's been a long while since I felt any desire to write fanfiction, but hopefully you see a little bit more of me again from now on! I'm back with a new pen name and new OTPs, so let us set sail! I really do hope you enjoy my new works and that my new, more mature style.
Cheers
~Dragon now Cultie
Be the Short, Alarmed Troll ==
Your name is Karkat Vantas and really suck at redrom. And blackrom… Anything with a 'rom' in it really. CDrom included.
You have just discovered by some grace of whatever deity might truly rule over you that you, in fact, still have the capacity and thinkpan stability to feel flushed for someone. How about that? You shocked yourself when you realized it.
They are everything you've ever wanted out of a matesprite; they are not like you in the slightest. That's a true load off your shoulders. And then, there's the way they treat you. You argue, but you don't feel the sting of reproach. When you laugh with them, you do it so much you cry, instead of the usual things that set you off while self-loathing drags salt-ladled feelings down your cheeks.
Their physical attributes are not too bad either. Maybe not trollian attractive but... Whatever past you thought, that intolerable, jack-shit preaching, bulge-muncher, this could work. If you tried. Really tried.
You kind of cringe that you fell for them in the first place, as back then, with this whole thing started, you would've rather had relations with an vase than you would them. They were disgustingly pathetic, but they worked hard and succeeded and now... Possibilities flickered against your skull. Endlessly wondering, you indulged one little nagging thought about them, and then a whole world opened in front of you
Only problem… As if having flushed feelings for just one creature wasn't enough! But two?! Seriously Vantas, you're screwing yourself over BIG TIME. You seem to have an inherent knack for getting your gray ass into unfathomably complicated situations that, with the use of any sense, you would be able to avoid. And yet, as opposed to all the other methods of gratuitous self-destruction, this gives a rare feeling of… Hm.
The closest thing, you suppose, would be a feeling akin relief. Who better to hurt you than those you love the most? It would be a privilege, you muse, if they even acknowledged your feelings, let alone so much as to reject them. Just being close was enough for you, for now.
So now the true dilemma. What do you do about it?
Your romantic senses urge you to confess the profound and undeniably stupid feelings of tenderness towards the objects of your desire and take whatever they offer you. Continued friendship, rejection, maybe, just maybe, even a courtship.
The pragmatic, leaderly side tells you to snap the fuck out of your stupid little day dream and terrorize your affection so that it cowers in the corner and doesn't show how weak you are. Weak with longing, with hope… Auspticing is one thing, but three in a flushed quadrant? You must be out of your mind. You aren't a leprechaun, after all. And yet the worthwhile triumph your heart would sing should such dreams come to fruition in your lonely life...
Oh Gog, now you're spouting poetics. You really do have it bad.
Well, you have to do something. Despite it's harshness, your pragmatic side won't let you just sit idly by like the weakling you don't want to be. You have to do something! You're fucking Karkat Vantas; alpha troll, commander-and-fucking-chief.
You will do something and you will do it with all the troll gusto you possess!