Gilbert doesn't like the Italian countryside. He doesn't like his new employer. He doesn't even like his life. But maybe all of that can change. Prumano slice of life. Written by Christ on a cracker. Translated by VampireNaomi. Cover image by Iraya.

Sollux, recall: You will never forget that day. It was a 2000 black ford truck. You were crossing the street to meet Karkat. He was waiting on the other side. It shouldn't have happened, but it did. The car didn't stop. All you saw was black as a figure collided in to you. Pushed you out of the way. Then all you saw was red.

In which Karkat Vantas is a surly ex-Marine who is absolutely for sure NOT a gray space alien, nor has he ever been a gray space alien at any point in his life ever, regardless of what this weirdo Sollux Captor claims when they meet in a bar one miserable Friday night. (i dont own this its owned by tumblr user jumpingjacktrash also known as jumpingjackflash on AO3. ok? ok great.)