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KARKAT VANTAS: THE DOS AND THE DON’TS OF WRITING WITH CARCINOGENETICISTS. The biggest problems I see with people who write or roleplay as Karkat are mischaracterizing to the point to where I don’t feel like I’m reading about Karkat Vantas, but instead an imposter who has taken his name, face and identity. Some problems are less prominent than others, some problems have consumed most of today’s Karkat fanfiction. First mistake: SPEECH. One of the worst things you can do, as a writer is discard Karkat’s creative, snarky replies because you cannot come up with what to say. Karkat, as a speaker, has a very fluent

// " D O N ' T   G O  ;  I   C A N ' T   D O   T H I S   O N   M Y   O W N . " //  Please, for a better reading, press the " ¶ " symbol to show that I did intend paragraphs! Thank you. There was absolutely no one in the entire universe, be it his or the human’s, that Karkat Vantas hated more than himself. He’d spend hours looking at his own reflection, picking out each unnoticeable flaw on his face and scowling at it. Sure, maybe in the other’s minds, it wasn’t noticeable, but to Karkat, it was all he saw. An ugly nose. Eyes that are too narrow, too black with bags and bitter apathy. A disgusting mouth, chappe

Today was a normal day on Alternia, the sky was dark, the grass was bloody and in the background you can hear someone yelling. You walked around bored out of your mind, it seemed like no one wanted to hang out with you today! Everyone had there own thing going on, and had no time to hang out with a silly pink monkey like you. You've asked everyone to hang out with you... except Eridan. Eridan. You're face reddened at the the thought of the hipster-fish troll. You a human, by the name of (Y/N) have a 'flush crush' on the sea dwelling troll by the name of Eridan Ampora. Now, it wasn't just any normal 'redrom' romance it had tints of 'blackro

You're red for that troll. You were flushed the brightest of red for him, Nepeta would say. You were definitely flushed for that crabby troll by the name of Karkat Vantas. But he didn't feel the same. Not at all. He would always yell at you, he always would, for ... everything. Even when you tried to please him, you always tried doing something nice for him, from giving him pretty Alternia flowers, to sharing your lunch with him when he didn't have any. It never pleased him. He'd simply tell you to fuck off or insult your existence. It didn't used to be like this, just over a year ago you were sorta-friends. He wasn't so rude before and d