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[ To anyone who knows his title, his costume comes as absolutely no surprise. To any characters who know Karkat, seeing him as a knight is probably the most disorienting thing ever.
But unlike his usual demeanor of raging and screaming, Karkat is actually a little calmer. STILL ANGRY AND LOOKS LIKE HE HATES THE WORLD but not like he's a constant fountain of fury and fuckwords. ]
First I get a creepy fucking doll begging me to whisper my secrets to it
and now I'm wearing its clothing.
Fuck this is confining. How am I supposed to use the bathroom in this?
[ you don't want to know, Karkat. ]
And now I just feel... off.
I am full of feelings that disturb and confuse me.
Like this whole restraining myself for the sake of some bullshit sense of chivalry?
Is this some sort of cosmic punishment? Making me the Knight of Blood in the most literal goddamn sense?
You know what, screw it.
Going to find a maiden, climb her hair, and save her from a plothole of early romantic literature.
I am a vassal to my lord
and my cruel lord is the reality I live in.
This reality. A universe which mocks me even beyond the point that most inconsiderate douche bags would consider to be taking things too far.
I am reaching but I fall and the stars are black and cold.
Bluh and other such bollocks.
I don't even know what that word means but there you go.
At least I don't have to suppress the urge to stab that France guy.
But unlike his usual demeanor of raging and screaming, Karkat is actually a little calmer. STILL ANGRY AND LOOKS LIKE HE HATES THE WORLD but not like he's a constant fountain of fury and fuckwords. ]
First I get a creepy fucking doll begging me to whisper my secrets to it
and now I'm wearing its clothing.
Fuck this is confining. How am I supposed to use the bathroom in this?
[ you don't want to know, Karkat. ]
And now I just feel... off.
I am full of feelings that disturb and confuse me.
Like this whole restraining myself for the sake of some bullshit sense of chivalry?
Is this some sort of cosmic punishment? Making me the Knight of Blood in the most literal goddamn sense?
You know what, screw it.
Going to find a maiden, climb her hair, and save her from a plothole of early romantic literature.
I am a vassal to my lord
and my cruel lord is the reality I live in.
This reality. A universe which mocks me even beyond the point that most inconsiderate douche bags would consider to be taking things too far.
I am reaching but I fall and the stars are black and cold.
Bluh and other such bollocks.
I don't even know what that word means but there you go.
At least I don't have to suppress the urge to stab that France guy.
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