davekat gay rap duo fanfic 2023 >83
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“Karkles. Kitkat. Karkitty. Vantass.” Dave poked his boyfriend’s arm to accentuate each word, laying on his stomach and watching as Karkat read a book. Finally, with an insincere roll of the eyes, Karkat lowered the book, turning his head to make eye contact through Dave’s shades.
“Ugh, fine. What?” Dave offered a goofy grin, resting his chin in his hands as he looked up at Karkat and attempting to turn up the charm as much as possible. It clearly worked, as a slight red flush appeared across Karkat’s cheeks. Boom.
“I’m bored.”
Karkat groaned loudly, throwing his head back in mock exasperation.
“And what the fuck exactly am I supposed to do about that?” Despite his words, he set the book on the table next to him, giving Dave his full attention.
“We should mix some sick beats, you know, the kind so ill it’s coughing all over the place. So ill that it has a fever of one-hundred two point five-six-seven-eight. We could spin some beats so sick that they’re in the ICU at a top tier hospital, but- oh no! These beats have an irregular heartbeat. Call a code blue on these sick beats, oh shit! They’re flatlining. But wait… What’s that?” Dave started beatboxing. “That’s right, these beats are back, sick as fuck.”
Karkat just stared at him, looking mildly amused.
“Okay, dork,” he laughed.
Dave grinned.
“Hell yeah, still got it.” He scooped up Karkat and floated down to his room (aka “respiteblock”), laughing as Karkat halfheartedly cursed him out over it. Dave set him down gently next to his turntables and sat down next to him. Offering Karkat an earbud, he started mixing.
Staring at Dave, Karkat felt a light flush rise to his cheeks, enjoying the passion in Dave’s eyes. He just stared, one of his fangs poking slightly into his bottom lip as he did so.
Dave looked up, noticing Karkat’s deer-in-a-headlight look and chuckling under his breath.
“You good?”
“Huh?” Karkat snapped out of it, chewing his bottom lip. “Oh! uh-yeah!” Dave just shrugged, going back to mixing and mumbling under his breath with a small smile on his face, causing Karkat to practically swoon.
“Ayo it’s Davey S. and Karkitty
I spit bars while he looks pretty
Stuck in meteor-city
On that itty-bitty-karkitty-committee.” Dave pressed a few buttons and then played it back, looking to Karkat for approval. Karkat, quite flustered at that point, grumbled.
“I’m not itty-bitty…” Dave laughed.
“Whatever you want to believe, but you sure as hell are pretty.”
Karkat hid his face in his hands, mumbling something under his breath before grabbing Dave by the collar and kissing him passionately, taking the other boy by surprise. Allowing his eyes to fall shut, he ran his hands up the back of Dave’s neck and into his hair, nibbling very gently at his bottom lip and smiling at the small gasp he made.
Karkat allowed their lips to part, pressing their foreheads together and panting slightly.
“You think so?”
Dave grinned, nodding and staring into Karkat’s eyes through his shades.
“Well duh.”
Karkat responded by tearing off Dave’s shades and pulling him in for another kiss, stopping when he felt Dave’s hands on his chest. Slightly breathless, Dave spoke up.
“You should try.”
“Try what?” Karkat looked confused, wrinkling his nose slightly and glancing rather unsubtly at Dave’s lips.
“Rapping. Spit some bars, you know?” Karkat laughed.
“I don’t know. I doubt I’d be very good at-” he made finger quotes “-’spitting bars’.”
“Try?” Dave asked softly, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek and causing Karkat’s heart to skip a beat. Karkat groaned.
“Fine, but no laughing if I’m bad at it.” Dave beamed, pumping the air with his fist.
“Hell yeah! Okay, let me show you how.” He placed Karkat’s hand on one of his turntables, placing his own atop it and gently showing him how to move it. He pressed a button. “Alright, now that you have a beat going, try rapping.”
Karkat thought for a moment.
“Okay, uh… Sitting here.. rapping with- Davey S
But… he’s playing checkers while I play chess
No rap experience but it’s no stress
I confess, I’m a mess, but… nevertheless
I acquiesce I give a sweet wretched flying fuck
I got you through sheer dumb luck
So fucking hot you’ve got me dumbstruck
Yeah you’ve got me.. lovestruck
Uh- yeah,” Karkat was suddenly rather embarrassed, and Dave looked just as surprised.
“Hey Karkat?”
“...Yeah…?” Karkat was fully expecting to be made fun of.
“I am so attracted to you right now. Spitting straight bars, you’ve got me seeing stars, call that- mmph!”
Karkat kissed him again, a laugh bubbling from his throat as they toppled over sideways.
“I love you, idiot,” He said in between kisses. Dave hummed contentedly.
“I love you too.”
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@kakitysax
*saw trap voice* hello karkles.
cherry stopped using his main account for talking and im splatoon expert mutual now.
personally i need both games because im insane and need to play as much splatoon as i can. but the splatoon experience can be gotten from just 3.
the only thing youre missing out on with splatoon 2 is the amount of weapons you can use for each level. which isnt at all necessary. but i enjoy it because i like to 1000% the game and it makes me happy.
if you were to buy one i do recommend 3 because its still new and there are still splatfests coming out.
but if you do eventually go back and play splatoon 2 there might be some features youre used to that you arent able to use anymore, which might get confusing or frustrating.
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Anyway that said I like John Seward. I’ve seen some analyses of his character and they got me thinking.
His asylum is actually really humane for the time, and he views Renfield more as an equal than he’s supposed to in their dynamic. I don’t think anyone else would have let him keep the flies, or the spiders, or the birds. And I don’t think it was normal at the time to view delusions as having logic, or to try to understand what’s happening in his patients’ heads instead of just assuming the worst and containing him.
Also, I relate to the guy. I think he’s autism-coded, at least to the extent that people like us were viewed at the time. His proposal scene was just. Intensely relatable. It’s absolutely shitty and inexcusable how the guy takes out his issues on his patients, but he’s working in a system where that shit is wayyy too easy, and I think it’s the rare person that WON’T abuse power when it’s given to them.
I was in a similar situation as him this past year. I worked at an elementary school: a system essentially designed to contain children under the guise of helping them. And there’s a lot of good people there doing their best to ACTUALLY help, but it’s a bad system, and even good people have bad days, and it’s really easy to get away with yelling at a kid. It’s almost expected; it’s almost the point.
I went there because I was fascinated by kids, but the longer I stayed the more I learned about myself. I viewed the kids as equals, because the level of power I had over them made me feel safe enough to interact with them normally. Meanwhile I was terrified of the teachers and staff who were “supposed” to be my peers. I did my best to listen to the kids and answer their “stupid” questions and talk them through their feelings even when the teachers were running out of patience, but on my personal bad days it was hard not to snap at a kid who was giving me a hard time.
I thought I went into childcare because kids fascinated me, but realized somewhere along the line that the reason I was really there is because I still feel like a child. Someone helpless, who needs to be kept in a controlled environment and given love and care and told what to do. And I treated them the way I hoped to be treated.
Jack Seward is fascinated by psychology. He views Renfield as an equal despite (and maybe as a result of) having power over him. But he’s reluctant to spend time with his supposed peers, and was clearly terrified all through his proposal to Lucy. He is trying to understand Renfield, but when he’s at his worst it’s too easy for him to take his feelings out on someone who, like a child, is a societally designated target for subhuman social treatment.
And I wonder if, in the same way that I feel like a child, Dr. Seward feels like he is a “lunatic?”
I know that’s a GROSSLY outdated term, but its connotation is important here. “Neurodivergence” is something that’s understood and becoming more widely accepted. Between Dracula and today we’ve made great strides in the field of mental health. We know what schizophrenia is now, along with mood disorders, personality disorders, dissociative disorders, adhd, autism, (and probably more that I’m forgetting,) and have found a deeper understanding and better treatment for them.
Dr. Seward would not view Renfield, or by proxy himself, as “neurodivergent,” but “lunatic.” Someone dangerous, to be contained and quarantined from normal society and studied. Someone to fear. And I think there’s an extent to which he is treating Renfield the way he would hope to be treated.
So yeah. I won’t say the guy did nothing wrong because he very clearly has. But everyone does shitty things, and I kind of relate to the guy. I totally forget like 90% of this book but I can’t wait to see where his character goes.
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