sufferheir: (RUBBING EYES TIRED)
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Note that Scorched Karkat is a CR AU and some things may differ from his canon characterization! If you're curious, feel free to check out his application which has all the 'splaining you could hope for.

Furthermore, feel free to use this post to tell me to knock off something that's bugging you.

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Oct. 15th, 2020 12:23 am
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HILARIOUS MESSAGE TO BE INCLUDED.
sufferheir: (SIIIIIGH.)
Out of Character Information


player name: Quix
player journal: quixocalypse
playing here: No one.
where did you find us? I can't even remember.
are you 16 years of age or older?: Yep

but rest assured there is no one that he hates more than he hates himself. )
sufferheir: (IT'S MY FUCKING FAULT.)
It was hard, without them. It always was. Some nights he wondered how he'd ever lived alone for so long, after over a perigee of having his friends a hallway's distance off almost all the time.

Of course, he'd has his lusus then, and a wider world he could sit back and look at from afar, he guessed. But now that he was accustomed to this smaller world and their part in it, it hurt more than he liked when he couldn't be around them when he wanted to. Annoying to realize that he actually missed them, as much as he would have prefered not to.

Right now this was applying far more to Sollux than to Terezi. Terezi, at least, was just a bit awkward. Almost in a good way, really. It was just hard to function normally when they'd gone so far out of the normal. Hard to settle back into the usual when the usual didn't seem to apply anymore. Sollux though...Sollux he couldn't even bring himself to talk to properly without his chest just aching with regret. He couldn't even decide whether to be angry or ashamed of himself.

It was Sunday night, and he was sitting in the biodome, contemplating things. He hadn't wanted to stay cooped up in his room any longer, constantly wondering if Sollux would come by to try to say something to him. The anxiety had gotten to be a bit much. The biodome was a bit more open and, honestly, peaceful. Legs folded in front of him as he sat by one of the rivers, he was starting to wonder why he didn't come here more often.
sufferheir: (A BLOO BLOO BLOO.)
It was like he could feel it. He'd had a headache since Monday, and it had only been increasing in intensity since. Maybe it was a reflection of the increasingly disruptive damage the chemicals were doing to his brain. Maybe it was a couple days of nothing but stress and fear taking its toll on him.

He didn't know. All he knew is that soon he wouldn't be feeling either of those things, so he may as well experience them while he could.

He was curled up on the stolen pillow pile, hugging his shoulders and wishing there was anything he could do to fix things, even a little bit. But he couldn't think of it. There was nothing anybody there could do except wait.

The other options were too frightening to contemplate.

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