posted 12 hours agoSep 16, 2014, 12:40 am with 6 notes
The Royal Treatment }I{

thedoomedheroes:

"They’re gorgeous," you murmur, reaching out a careful hand to stroke Snowdrop’s mane. You smile at Snowdrop’s face and your hand join’s Blukat’s on her cheek. "You’re a pretty one aren’t you?"

Seeing them made you happy, honestly. They reminded you of the horses you used to care for on the ranch. You purred softly, loving the soft feel of their skin beneath your hand. 

You turn to Blukat, cheeks colored a soft red. “Well. One thing I can say for you. You sure know how to treat a guy.” You giggle softly and reach up to cup your kismesis’s cheek gently, curving your thumb over the crest of his cheekbone. “It’s cute.” You wrinkle your nose and grin wider, then pinch his cheek and pulls away.

"After our reservations, we should go riding," you say easily. "Sound like fun?"

At his words you shoot him a small smile, definitely pleased that your idea to borrow the two wasn’t completely insane. Snowdrop seems delighted with the attention, and shows it by promptly testing whether or not Kit’s cuff link tastes any better then yours. You’re quick to distract her with a sugar cube, which she happily munches on while her brother nickers softly at all three of you.

When Kit turns to you you’re eyes instantly flicker to meet his, pressing into his hand with a small snicker. “When the situation requires, I know how to pull out all the stops. And I have quite a few old friends who are always delighted to hear from me again - and even more delighted to help,” you reply a bit smugly, then huff at the pinch and stick your tongue out at him.

"Oh, definitely! These two may not be race horses, but they love to run," you reply with a grin.

(Source: crabbymechanic)

posted 3 days agoSep 13, 2014, 3:15 am with 6 notes
The Royal Treatment }I{

thedoomedheroes:

Your smile gets a little wider when he greets you. The curve of your lips is a little crooked, and a little bit of fang pokes out of the corner of your mouth just slightly as you grin at him.

"Fashionably late, please," you say, surprised at how easy it is to talk to him; despite the slight anger and hurt still churning in your gut. You wonder if it’s just the way he’s looking at you. Katdad looked at you like that sometimes, and no matter how angry you were at him you could never stay so — you knew he was sincere when he said he was sorry. You knew Blukat was sincere — it was all there in his face. 

You let your mind linger briefly on Tarkat and Blukat’s similarities for a moment. They weren’t obvious, but for someone who knew them both as intimately as you did… they were there. You shorten the distance between yourself and your host, lifting one hand lazily to touch the top of his chest, fingers curled slightly, knuckles resting on his collarbone. You wonder if that’s what drew you to them both. Their sincerity. When they told the truth, you believed them, instantly. It’s part of what made them both such bad liars, as well. And you liked that. Opposites attract, after all, and no one would ever accuse you of being sincere. You just weren’t. After all, sincere people don’t keep secrets — or when they do, they sure don’t like it.

You run your fingers down his chest lazily. “You look well put together for once,” you purr. You glance past him at the horses, and you can’t keep the slight glee off your face. You don’t dare touch them — you wouldn’t be able to let go of them if you did — and you glance up at Blukat’s face, your grin more pronounced now.

"I love hoofbeasts," you say. "I used to take care of them on the ranch. What are their names?"

The smile he grants you eases a lot of the internal panic you have been trying - and no doubt horribly failing - not to show. Okay, yes, there’s still anger there, at the corners of his eyes; that small tell-tale lingering that your other half has lamented to you so many times. The tiny pinching of the skin that meant, according to Tar, “I’m still really fucking pissed at you but appreciate your efforts to make up for how awful you are”.

You’re fairly sure that’s a severe over-exaggeration, but neither of you have the best self-confidence. When he reaches towards you, you flinch ever so slightly - you try not to. But you can’t help it. There’s a firm throbbing in your jaw and fiery sting in your tongue that linger, and flame all the more violently until his fingers rest against you and then the ache fades to the back of your mind.

Blinking slowly at him you manage a small huff, a might bit offended by that comment. “Excuse. I’m always well put together,” you grumble out in a fake tone of insult, only to let it drop in favor of a light chuckle at the sudden excitement that lights up his face. Damn, his eyes really do sparkle like gemstones.

"Snowdrop is the white one, and Lucky Shot is the black one. They’re my friends Hoofbeasts - not the one who made the suits, different friend. We used to ride together a lot when we were younger - I actually witnessed the birth of Snowdrop here," you reach out to pet her cheek fondly, and she attempts to consume your cuff links again.

(Source: crabbymechanic)

posted 3 days agoSep 13, 2014, 2:41 am with 6 notes
The Royal Treatment }I{

thedoomedheroes:

The rap at the door causes you to stir slightly. Vaguely, you hear footsteps outside, and you mumble quietly to yourself, reaching out to grasp around for Katdad — only to find he’s not there. Oh. Right. He’s gone to spend a few days with that guy he got married to.

You sit up, trying to ignore the acute sense of loss stirring in your belly. Your body feels naked without Tar draped across you, purring like a little motor and kissing your face as you blink your eyes open to greet the day. Something inside of you tells you it shouldn’t matter. You ignore it.

You’re too tired to push yourself completely to your feet, so instead you flop over and crawl towards the door. Pushing it open, you peer out cautiously, tensed to dive back inside and hide if you have to. That’s when you notice the box.

You blink, reaching out and pinching the note between thumb and forefinger and carefully plucking it off the box. You read it in silence, a plethora of emotions jolting through you as you do. Giving a quiet huff, you fold the letter and tuck it beneath the pile in a small little crevice you kept some of your small things. Then, you drag the box into your closet, onto your lap, and open it.

You stare at the outfit for awhile. You reach in and gently pick up the tiara, turning it over in your hands this way and that, just looking at it. You roll your eyes with an exasperated noise and set it back in the box. You set everything aside and finally force yourself to stand, heading for the shower without another word.

Exactly two hours later, at the appointed time on the note, you’re dressed and ready to go, fingers dancing around the trigger to your transport gun. The tiara is sitting on your head, a little lopsided, but there, none-the-less. Your eyes watch the clock as the minutes begin to tick slowly by. One minute late. Two minutes. Three.

At five, you finally stand, aiming the gun at your feet and pulling the trigger. Well? You’re his kismesis. If you didn’t wait a little just to make him squirm then you wouldn’t be a very good one, now would you?

 —- —- — - —-

"I’m here, Blukat," you murmur, rubbing your eyes a little as the transport jitters shake from your form. "Leave it to you to pick a tiara that doesn’t even match the lovely suit you got me. I like it though."

You finally manage to blink enough that you can see, and when you see him, you give him a tired little half-smile. “‘lo.”

The longer you stand there, in the slightly cool but otherwise pleasant evening air, the longer you doubt your own choices. Yes, Kit asked to be treated like a princess. Yes, this was definitely one way of doing that. On the other hand. Maybe a bit too much? Frowning slightly you reach up to brush your hands across one soft cheek, sliding your palm across the pure white pelt of the beast before you.

Snowdrop nickers and happily chews on your cuff links in response. A little to the side Lucky Shot whinnies in jealous disapproval, so you obediently hold out a sugar cube for him to munch on while you await the arrival of your red spade. And then you hear the sound of him arriving and you turn your head just slightly to pinpoint his location with your eyes, grinning playfully at him.

"My apologies - good tiara’s are hard to come by, especially on such short notice. The suits were easy; my old friend Maryam was all too happy to make them for me." 

You’re adorned in an outfit very similar to Kit’s, though your suit is blue-tinged rather then red, and the cuff links color have been suitably changed to match your hemo. The one major difference is, rather then a tiara, you have set upon your head a top hat, which you tip politely to Kit in greeting.

Behind you stand two stallions - one is a bright, shimmering white with a pale gold mane, while his partner is pure black, mane and all, save for the single white blaze between his eyes. Each one is adorned with an elegant harness, which is attached to an equally elegant carriage. 

"I’m glad you could make it. Even if you are a bit tardy. Hello."

(Source: crabbymechanic)

posted 3 days agoSep 13, 2014, 1:42 am with 6 notes
The Royal Treatment }I{

A knock falls upon the closet door - a single, sharp rap. Enough to stir the occupant within, while not actually giving them time to open it and discover the identity of the perpetrator. As well attuned to his other half as he is, Blukat is well aware that Tar recently vacated the premises to go spend time with his ‘husband’(what), which helped decrease the chance of him being caught before he had a chance to book it.

And book it he did, slipping from the room and vanishing down the hall. In his place he left a box - simple, nothing fancy, completely plain save for the note stuck to it’s top. 

"AS PER Y0UR REQUEST, I SPENT THE M0RNING PULLING A FEW STRINGS T0 PREPARE A NIGHT’S 0UT F0R THE B0TH 0F US. Y0U ASKED T0 BE TREATED LIKE A PRINCESS - AND I INTEND T0 FULFILL THAT DESIRE T0 THE BEST 0F MY ABILITIES. 

INSIDE THIS B0X Y0U WILL FIND AN 0UTFIT I C0MMISSI0NED FR0M AN 0LD FRIEND 0F MINE. WHETHER Y0U CH00SE T0 WEAR IT T0NIGHT 0R N0T IS UP T0 Y0U - IF N0T, AT THE VERY LEAST Y0U HAVE A NEW CUST0M 0UTFIT T0 WEAR AN0THER TIME.

IF Y0U ARE FREE T0NIGHT, I REQUEST Y0U MEET ME AT THE ATTACHED C00RDINATES IN TW0 H0URS TIME - A LITTLE LATER IS FINE, BUT I’VE MADE RESERVATI0NS AND I’D HATE T0 CANCEL THEM.

SEE Y0U THEN.

 - BLUKAT”

Inside the box is a tailored suit, which is such a dark shade of red it almost appears black in the right lighting, combined with a white undershirt and black dress shoes. Resting a top the pile is a pair of cuff links, shaped and colored to match Kit’s symbol. Finally - either as a genuine peace offering or a faint teasing jab, is a small silver crown with a ruby set in it’s center.

posted 4 days agoSep 12, 2014, 5:32 am with 1 note
Anonymous
You are Batman. Only instead of you parents being dead your..well all your friends are dead. Go beat up bad guys instead of whining.

official-karkrab:

WAS THIS SUPPOSED TO FUCKING INSPIRE ME?! ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?! YOU FECULENT SHITLICKING DOUCHEWHIFF!!

GO TO HELL JUST. FUCKING GO TO HELL AND STAY THERE.

H0W DARE Y0U! Y0U HAVE N0 RIGHT SAYING ANYTHING T0 KING, LEAST 0F ALL THIS SHITTY EXCUSE 0F A ‘M0TIVATI0NAL SPEECH’. HE 0WES Y0U ABS0LUTE SHIT ALL, AND THE FACT Y0U HAVE THE SHEER GALL T0 ACT AS IF Y0U KN0W ANYTHING AB0UT HIM 0R WHAT HE’S G0ING THR0UGH IS JUST MIND BL0WING.

MY NAME IS BLUKAT VANTAS, AND I’M M0RE THEN ALIVE EN0UGH T0 KICK Y0UR ASS.

posted 4 days agoSep 12, 2014, 5:10 am with 4 notes

thedoomedheroes:

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You consider his words. You consider holding back.

You say fuck it and your fist connects with his jaw solidly, and as soon as you see him stagger, you’re on him, bouncing up and shoving with all your might at his shoulders. Your weight knocks him down, bringing you down on top of him. 

You glare down at him, eyes blazing.

"Do you think my relationship with my ex is funny?" you spit. "A certain someone is going to kill me for this, haha, soooo funny!

Your claws dig into his shoulders and you bare your teeth at his face. “Don’t. Ever. Make light of my feelings for Eq. You want to make him the butt of your jokes? Fine. You want to make my relationship the butt of your jokes and look down on it like it’s something only there for your amusement? Fine. But don’t sit in a room with our friends — friends we share — and say bullshit like; Oh this is about Equius, haha, know who that reminds me of? The fucking asshole who was in an abusive matespritship with him for nearly four fucking sweeps.

The hit to your jaw is fine - sure your teeth are sharp and they slice the edge of your tongue and yeah that is definitely blood in your mouth and. Well. Out of your mouth. But you definitely deserved that and make no attempts to spit the blood out or soothe the ache, wincing with every word Kit snarls at you.

When he’s done, you take a moment to reply - not so you can struggle to come up with an excuse for your actions because hey, guess what, there fucking is none you giant insensitive asshole - but because you want to ensure he’s actually finished and isn’t about to punctuate his words by gouging your neck open.

Also maybe because your tongue is bleeding a lot more then you thought it would and wow hard to converse with that in your throat. You swallow. It’s disgusting and hurts like fuck. You totally deserve it.

"You’re right - I’m sorry. Which are kind of fucking hollow as hell words, I know, and I hardly expect any sort of forgiveness or good graces, but I’d much rather just openly admit that yeah, I fucked up big time then dance around the issue and try to play it off. I fucked up. That was cruel, and way too fucking far, and far lower of a blow then I had any justice to make. And honestly? I have no excuse. I just saw a chance to be a royal fucking douche and I took it, without any consideration for the fact that wow I was making myself the god damn king of pure sadism. I recognize that I crossed the line, and am fully prepared to accept my dues.”

Sighing softly you slump against the ground beneath him, vaguely kicking yourself for not taking the window option. Sometimes you wish you could be a coward - sometimes you wish you could learn when to shut the fuck up. Mostly, you just hope that you haven’t fucked things up beyond repair. 

Spoiler: you totally have, and that hope can go die in a corner where it belongs.

posted 4 days agoSep 12, 2014, 4:30 am with 4 notes

thedoomedheroes:

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You hiss something at your lusus that vaugely sounds like your kismesis’s name and make your way out of the closet and down the hall before he can argue with you. Once you arrive at his door, you knock — loudly and angrily.

"Open up, asshole!"

Oh geez he sounds genuinely pissed and wow you sure are realizing how much of a terrible mistake you have just made. Briefly you contemplate the nearest window - realize with a start you are seriously contemplating the nearest window. Stop contemplating the nearest window. 

Sigh loudly, grow a pair, and stride across the floor to open the door. “Don’t break my nose please, it didn’t heal properly the last time someone did that.”

posted 4 days agoSep 12, 2014, 4:25 am with 1 note

I AM AB0UT T0 DIE.

LET IT BE KN0WN I DIED AS I LIVED.

MAKING H0RRIBLE DECISI0NS.

posted 5 days agoSep 11, 2014, 7:11 am with 23 notes

official-karkrab:

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…GROSS. AND ALSO REALLY FUCKING STUPID HOLY FUCK. OH NO SOMEONE DISAGREES WITH US BEING A LITERAL TRAIN OF WRECK YOUR SHIT HOW DARE HE.

FUCKING WHINING STUPID SLICES OF COCKSHIT. GOD FORBID WE DON’T ENJOY THEM RUINING EVERYTHING, OH NO WAY. THAT WOULDN’T BE FAIR OF US GOLLY FUCKING GEE.

YEAH IT’S PRETTY FUCKING DUMB. BUT BETTER DUMB THEN 0UTRIGHT SADISTIC, I SUPP0SE. JUST MAKES IT AWKWARD F0R HIM T0 TALK T0 PE0PLE - WITH THAT ‘EVERY0NE MUST HAVE TEN MILLI0N NICKNAMES’ QUIRK 0F HIS AND ALL. HEHE. ‘LITERAL TRAIN 0F WRECK Y0UR SHIT’. I’M GETTING THAT PUT 0N A PLAQUE AND HANGING IT 0N MY WALL.

0H, BUT H0WEVER SHALL THEY GET THEIR P0WER TRIP WITH0UT US ACTING WEAK AND DEFENSELESS BENEATH THEIR REIGN? WH0 ARE WE T0 PREVENT THEM FR0M STR0KING THEIR EG0? LET US R0LL 0VER AND ACCEPT THEIR ABS0LUTE D0MINATI0N.

posted 5 days agoSep 11, 2014, 6:53 am with 23 notes

official-karkrab:

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WAIT WHAT’S WRONG WITH TAR?? IS HE ALRIGHT?? YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THAT AND NOT EXPECT ME TO WORRY DAMN IT!

…LOVE YOU TOO EVEL KNIEVEL. THANK YOU FOR BEING MY GLUE. <@

W0AH W0AH HEY! CALM D0WN. TAR’S PERFECTLY ALRIGHT. TRUST ME, IF THERE WAS S0METHING WR0NG WITH HIM Y0U’D KN0W. AN0NS JUST G0T A BIT SPITEFUL AT HIM F0R 0PENLY CHALLENGING THEM A C0UPLE DAYS AG0 S0 THEY UH.

MADE IT S0 HE CAN 0NLY CALL PE0PLE BY THEIR REAL NAME. 0R HE. WELL. TURNS HIS RED PANTS PURPLE…T0 PUT IT IN THE LITERALLY LEAST CRUDE TERMS I C0ULD C0ME UP WITH.

0H THAT’S A NEW 0NE, HEHE. N0 PR0BLEM. IT’S AN H0N0R.