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the love me meme

❤ You see someone. Lo and behold, you're in love with them; it's as simple as that. - Oh, I'm sorry, what? You're not in love with them? Well, you are now. The question is just... how are you in love with them?
❤ Post with your characters. Someone else will reply to your character. Then, you go and generate a random number between 1 and 5. Remember, that particular number only applies for that one thread.
❤ Match up that number with the appropriate category of ~*~love~*~ below, and that's how your character now feels about that replier!
❤ (If you really want a certain type for that thread, feel free to just pick one of the symptoms. But it's much more fun to draw one at random, sometimes!)
❤ Remember - just because Character A loves Character B doesn't mean Character B loves them back. (Or is going to be any less creeped out by this sudden change of heart...)

one.
Yandere love. You are obsessed with this person to the point that it is dangerous, unhealthy and absolutely insane; you want them to be with you, you, you, you, and only you, and nothing is going to stand in your way. No one is going to hurt your love - in fact, no one is going to come near your love. And if they say they don't love you? They will. You'll make them. Because you're meant to be together, and you're going to be together, forever and ever and ever. Married married married~

two.
Moe love. It is adorable, and sweet, and innocent. You want to hold hands and exchange chocolates and pretty cards and take long walks on the beach and talk about your future and your kids and aaaaw. It's just like you're in a G-rated Disney movie! You just want your True Love(TM) to be happy, and to know that you love them very much. ;u;

three.
Tsundere love. Of course you love them, but you're way too shy to admit that! Things like that are embarrassing, damn it! You'll yell and flail and hit the love of your life, but it's just because you're not sure how to show that you love them. I mean, you'll still be awfully upset if they try to leave you, or if they don't understand, or they don't want to kiss you... But there's no way you'll say "I love you"!! ... Not unless they say it first, at least. Physical comedy ahoy!

four.
Sexy love. Maybe there's some love hidden deep down somewhere, but that's not the priority here; first thing's first is that man needs to take his clothes off right now. You don't want to talk about your house and your white picket fence and your 2.5 kids; you just want to touch that person now, and you'll think about the rest in the morning. Kissing and contact and maybe a little lovin' are what you want, and nothing is going to stop you. No means yes. For underage characters (and those of us who w-would rather not write sexy things), kisses and flirting are all you need.

five.
Melodramatic love. This is very important and you know you're rushing things a little but this love was meant to be!! Your love life is suddenly a Shakespearean tragedy, complete with dramatic plot twists and turns, and you need to confess your love to the world before it's too late! There's no time to lose; in the morning, you're going to be exiled, your love is going to be hanged, your mother will be shot, your father will become a pirate and someone will kick your puppy!! For bonus points, speak in terrible, hilarious, terrible prose.

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[ thankfully, that hand is on the other side of her face. karkat isn't really used to openly expressing affection of any kind, much less physical affection. well. except with gamzee, and even that is often peppered with loving insults and threats, and he certainly doesn't kiss gamzee. so this foray into touchy-feely territory is probably about as confusing and uncertain for karkat as it is for ruka.

however. affection may be difficult for him to express, but it's also something he craves on a deep and integral level of his being.

gaining some confidence in the endeavor, he moves the hand on her face back a little to thread curiously through her hair, moving his lips against hers a bit more enthusiastically, still attempting to mind his teeth, but with an overbite like his it can be difficult to do so. ]

[ he can probably hear the way her breath catches, or at least feel the hand releasing and relaxing against his chest. on the other hand, or rather, on the opposite side, her other arm is starting to get sore from bearing her weight.

but this is... nice, isn't it? kissing, being close to someone... it's making her heart race, but in a way that doesn't feel like it's going to burst and she'll keel over and die.

but...

she disconnects the kiss just enough that she can speak; their noses are still in bumping territory.]

Karkat...

[ he does hear the way her breath catches, and is cautiously encouraged by it, that's a good thing, it means he's doing something not indescribably stupid, right?

but then she's pulling away and of course she is, he thinks, he's fucked up somehow. once again he has managed to make an uproarious mess of everything. way to fucking go, karkat. there is a resigned disappointment in his voice when he replies. ]

Yeah?

This wasn't on the chart.

That is seriously your only complaint in this situation? Honestly? There is nothing else wrong with this picture to you?

No... [ she shifts, finally freeing that arm from under her, wincing a little from soreness.

she, uh, might be using the arm on karkat to brace for that. ]

Fine. We'll add it to the chart. It's a work in progress anyway. [ grumbled. he shifts a little when she braces herself on his chest. ]

I suppose so...

[ man karkat is really warm to the touch, isn't he?

ruka: the easily distracted. ]

So.

[ awkward pause. he clears his throat. ]

What now?

[ ruka why are you sliding your hand to his shoulder
stop that ]

... We could get... up, off the floor.

I could.

[ side eyeing that hand on his shoulder what... is she doing... ]

If you weren't currently in the process of crushing my chitinous organ corral.

[ that earns him the look that usually precedes swatting, but -- with some reluctance -- she removes her arm, hand instead resting against the floor. ] Oh, I was not, you big baby.

[ karkat is ready and able to swat and be swatted, but then-- oh. she moved her hand. ]

I'm not a miniature hornless primate, if you're going to insult me with infantile comparisons at least use ones that apply to my race. It's not hard. Wigglers. Got it? I'm not a wiggler either, before you even go there. I am fully fucking pupated and a grown assed troll.

You certainly aren't acting like it.

Shut up. Yes I am. I don't see you performing any stunning, pan shattering displays of maturity.

[ romance tbh. ]

Being mature shouldn't be "pan-shattering." It's a relative standard. [ fussing with her hair... ]

It was an inflammatory turn of fucking phrase!

[ FACEPALMING. ]

[ DOES KARKAT NEVER SHUT UP
SHE DOESN'T WANT TO HAVE AN ARGUMENT ABOUT TURNS OF PHRASE AND MATURITY
so fuck it
reaches over
is the one grabbing someone by the shirt this time
yanks karkat up to sitting and hey
looks like they are kissing again!!
WHAT A SURPRISE. ]

[ THIS IS KARKAT HE COULD HOLD AN ARGUMENT ABOUT A GRAIN OF FUCKING SAND IF HE WANTED TO
karkat has some half articulated protest out when she grabs him and
oh
guess they're back to the smooching
it is a surprise to karkat at least.

after he gets over that, however, he kisses her back, more comfortably in a sitting position than he had with her lying on top of him. ]

[ and much more comfortable for her, not half trying to hold herself up on one arm, half sprawled on karkat's torso (and god karkat eat a sandwich or two once in a while you are like nothing but bones
the proper kind)

she doesn't seem to be letting go of that shirt any time soon. ]

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status update: still pulling my face, still laughing, still wondering what is happening

i regularly have to pause while replying to bury my face in my hands you are not alone

just constant face in hands syndrome WHY CAN'T I HAVE FOUR HANDS. TWO FOR TYPING AND TWO FOR HIDING

USE ONE FOR HIDING ONE FOR TYPING, CUMBERSOME BUT FUNCTIONAL

sobbing

dries your tears shhh shhh

sobs onto shoulder

holds you gently

appreciates

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