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[honker]

HAMSTEAK PARTY RUMPUS FACTORY







- comment with your homosuck journal with like, the character doing shit or talking, if it's for someone specific then i guess mention that in the subject.
- fonts aren't necessary unless it's a pesterchum thing really. quirks might be cool but also aren't totally necessary.
- this ain't one big OTA meme since Homestuck RP fandom is huge and scary, but if you'd like to invite someone to come do their own voice-testing in this li'l space then that's cool bro.
- gently touch everything.

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karkat?

[johngaius]

[ They broke his wwand and locked him in a room and put something heavy on the transportalizer, with not even a husktop for company. Eridan is bored out of his glubbing thinkpan, and without a recuperacoon, every time he closes his eyes he hears horrorterrors whispering about white science, sees Fef with white eyes and a great big glubbing hole in her. ]

[honker]

[ HONK HONK HONK THIS IS THE LAZIEST REPLY EVER. ]

[greytext]

[ KEYSMASH KEYSMASH KEYSMASH THERE I'VE MATCHED YOUR PLAYING STYLE. ]

[honker]

[ Check it out, we're taking this shit all motherfucking seriously. ]

[ There should be some draping. Long, lanky clowntroll means drapings are required all up in. Gamzee rests his chin between Karkat's pointy little nubs and just kinda chills out all diamond style. ]

Yo.

[greytext]

[ So motherfucking seriously that all mother fuckers should seriously be scared. Or bemused, if they were more of a bemused-fucker than a mother fucker. ]

[ But you know who isn't bemused? ]

[ Karkat and his pointy little nubs. There is nothing more curiously diamond-like than Gamzee's chin on the round of his skull, and thick-skinned or not, the weight of being draped upon is putting a crick in his neck to keep company the one that had long since formed from slouching tensely infront of his screen. ]

What do you want, Gamzee?

[honker]

[ Oppa diamond style. ]

[ Gamzee shrugs, but then straightens, as though he can sense Karkat's discomfort from the way he winces and grouches at Gamzee's friendly draping. His hands draw back, to Karkat's shoulders, and he probes there gingerly. ]

You're carrying some wicked motherfucking tensions, best friend.

[ Probing turns to gentle massage, trying to find the knot. He figures Karkat probably has the weight of a couple of worlds on his shoulders, and the least Gamzee can do is ease the pain of them. (Twin voices point out that the best way would be to annihalate the weight entirely, but that's a work in progress, so the voices can just chill while his long fingers all up and work their miracles.) ]