Your name is KARKAT VANTAS, and you are the SOON-TO-BE EMPEROR OF THE whole fucking planet. Naturally, your blood is the HIGHEST POSSIBLE on the whole fucking HEMOSPECTRUM, not that you give a shit. As you say, ---EVERYON--E IS -EQUALLY R---ETARDED, WHY DO YOU --EV--EN GIV--E TWO SHITS ABOUT BLOOD COLOUR?
Honestly those kinds of people make you go BATSHIT UP THE FUCKING BELRFY.
You type in a way that is ALWAYS FUCKING ORNERY and you occasionally GLUB, but you try to keep it down because IT IS STUPID AS ALL HELL. You use a 2x3dentkind, which is why you toss your TRIDENTS, LIK---E THIS, when you're particularly ANGRY, which is always, or --EXCIT--ED, which is very RARE. You try to not use FISHPUNS but it OCCASIONALLY SLIPS OUT WHEN YOU'RE FLUSTERED OR EXCITED.
You are ALWAYS FUCKING ANGRY AT EVERYTHING, YOURSELF VERY INCLUDED.
You like ROMCOMS, and anyone who mocks you can go kindly FUCK THEMSELVES WITH A RAKE, because you're the fucking HEIR TO THE THRONE, BITCHES. But WATCHING THEM IS HARD since you live on the bottom of the ocean.
You also like CUTTLEFISH, and think they are PRETTY AWESOME.
THINKING UP CREATIVE INSULTS is one of your FAVOURITE PASSTIMES.
What you APSOLUTELY DESPISE doing but are FORCED TO is feeding your giant LUSUS. You have to kill for him YOURSELF, because you both wouldn't BURDEN ANYONE WITH YOUR SHIT, and because IT'S HARD TO GET PEOPLE TO BE BURDENED WITH YOUR SHIT WHEN YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKTARD MOST OF THE TIME.
The symbol on your FACE, your bitten FIN and your missing EYE were caused by a TRICKSTER, so of course you DESPISE THEM.
WHAT WILL YOU DO?
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<3 - lampandspider (Jade Sollux)
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DUE TO SHNENANIGANS, YOUR ANCESTOR IS ALSO PRESENT.
His name is DIONUS VANTAS, he Speaks very eloquently, and he is a BIT OF A PRICK.
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>Karkles: Be lost.
theyoungwhosuffer:
>Well shit. How did this happen? You look around the unfamiliar place, walking slowly. It was a bit cold but not too much. You don’t know if you know this place or not. Damn lost memories. You huff and trip, landing in a large puddle. It was freezing. You frown deeply, standing and trying to squeeze the water out of your clothes. A small wind blew and caused you to start shivering. You sniffle and keep walking, hoping to find something familiar.
>You don’t know where you are, but this is naut a problem. Things always work out in the end, right?
>You are grinning, confident, as you step through the puddles. You aren’t even wearing any shoes. Fuck shoes! When you see a person in the distance.
Heeeeeeeeeeeeey!!
>You wave towards them and hop, running towards whoever it was. They could not harm you because they looked short themselves, too, so you were safe, you thought. They didn’t look so good though.
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