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aight so last month i asked you guys for software to fuck with and make some beats
my dudes you delivered faster than motherfuckin dominos

now its my turn
lemme drop you a beat
lemme give you that aural pleasure i know youre all craving
hit me up with a genre or a word or a feeling or someshit like that and ill see what i can do
i got my forte but i got to do something out of the box here at least
if youre not sure hit me up with a dj dave spin me a tune

im here to serve
peace

[Locked to Dirk]
yo man if you see this
i got one just for you
if not
then youll never see this
which is cool i know youre busy

[Locked to Karkat]
not only do i have some smoothass beats for you best bro
i got you somethin youre really gonna want
it aint even a dick joke

((OOC: I'm actually going to be making these loop tracks for babby practice so it may take me a few to get them into the post. They may be shortish and corny. I'm no proper DJ and it's fun to pretend lol. PS Permission post for colour & things. ))

((Edit Oct. 2nd: Had a few people ask last night if I'm doing them still and yes! I'll do them until the interest dies down and have been convinced there needs to be a concert for musical sorts around here and those who want to help or learn. So I'll figure that out some time in the future. Thank you for the lovely reception on these and since a some said they were going through the comments, here's a list except Bro's.))

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[[Dave does know this but he doesn't rub it in. If one day Karkat ever got his shit together and didn't care about the blood thing, it'd be one hell of a reckoning for someone. He's a little more worried about Karkat's health than he is about poking fun at him, the network is different where they can ball bust all day and it's just good old fun. But not in person.]]

Nah.

[[That's his only response to it, make whatever out of it that you want, Karkat. There's not many things that actually tug at his heart strings, he's not heartless, but it's seeing Karkat say that something 'beat' him, even if he's doing his damnedest fueled by, as said, spite. The tiny rumbles make Dave keenly aware that he's alright and is doing nothing wrong by sitting down.]]

Alright.
But they can't withstand the power of friendship, Care Bears said so.

[[It's not like he hasn't spent nights curled up on Karkat's lap before where putting a friendly arm around him is a big concern. It's what he's doing right then, giving him a gentle tug in toward his shoulder/chest. Dave is trying to be casual about it, trying not to let the thump of his heart make a big deal about his forward move. It isn't a big deal at all so why would it be a big deal? No deal. None, not a deal. Howie Mandel has left the building.]]

We'll get it figured out. Won't be for much longer.

[ Dave is very, very lucky that Karkat's level of concentration is practically in the negatives right now. They still had those traps to discuss, but the poor troll was having difficulty holding a thought for more than a few moments. It made the weird shit that the human was spouting even more confusing. ]

Shut up. [ He mumbled, having decided that whatever nonsense he heard wasn't worth decrypting into even making slight sense.

No resistance was presented when an arm scooped Karkat in. He dropped against Dave with all of his weight and grunted. His fingers stretched and spread, then curled themselves against the Knight garb at his friend's chest. Knead time, pun maybe intended. The troll yawned, baring his short, sharp teeth with the languid stretch of his jaw, then settled himself in. He tucked his knees close and nestled in place with his eyes barely squinted open. This is fine. ]

[[Dave had to specifically bite his jaw down tighter, not because he got told to shut up. He knows himself and as soon as Karkat actually goes along with the tiny tug, he almost has the need to spout off about how god damn gay it is all while insisting he stay there.

For now it's mostly a tense of muscles now and again when he feels the prickly ~~pun filled~~ kneading of pointy nails. For the time, Dave settles back against the couch, adding the other arm to hold him in place. It's totally not gay to hold your homie goodnight.]]

You wanna sleep a bit more? If I catch you nightmarein' I can just wake you up. I promise I'm no Glen, I will wake you up and you'll still be on Elm Street. Knight in red cotton armour saving you from the dastardly dreams people who gave him that job.

[[Let him live.]]

Promise. You twitch? I wake you up.

[ Karkat didn't have the strength to pull away from the tug even if he wanted to. Which he didn't. There was a certain sort of comfort that came with feeling a heartbeat against his ear, and with how he was enveloped in a familiar scent. Each gentle clench of his fists progressively grew weaker with every knead. Karkat's eyes closed, and... ]

Nn. [ He twitched awake. The troll shuffled and curled tighter into himself. ] No.

[ Just no. No sleep. ]

[[Dave has been directly challenged. This is now a fight and Karkat doesn't even realize it. In fact, he employs the most devious of tactics and while he's awake sort of shuffles a little bit to grab his cape and pull it around him with the fold of his arm.]]

Alright, cool, no sleep.

[[It's easier to think that this is about winning when he knows Karkat is tired. It's really easy to think that he isn't lifting his hand and dragging it carefully through the bedhead locks at his shoulder because he wants to. Much easier than just admitting the obvious, everyone else back home had admitted the obvious and when he tried to tell John it blew up in his face.

It makes less thudding in his chest about it if he thinks on the scale of a challenge. If he thinks for one moment he's doing it because of how precious Karkat feels in his arms, against his chest, warm and relaxed, he'll have a mental breakdown at himself.]]

We'll just stay awake.

[[Which he's trying avidly to see Karkat do the opposite of.]]

[ Oh, God. Not the cape. Curse the comfort of a makeshift cocoon. Karkat growled in protest and arched his shoulders in a small, defiant display. It didn't last long. Too much energy was being drained when he didn't have much to spare. ]

Fuck no. [ He murmured and raised his head to nudge against the fingers threading so gently through his hair. Go away. No touches, the purrs don't mean shit.

But, once again, Karkat's kneading motions slowed to a slack stop. A drowsy whine passed and he drifted back to sleep. For now. ]

Sure, I'm leavin' right now.

[[He is not. In fact, the opposite and he lays his head against Karkat's, petting just south of his own cheek in his hair. If he hadn't seen so many movies with Karkat, he may not really know this much, but he knows some.

In fact. Dave would like to think he knows what he's doing. He's been around Karkat almost constantly the last three years and the ins and outs of mister big bad here aren't so hard to figure. He just needed to feel safe and Dave understands that. So, for however long the tiny mutant is asleep, Dave just stays stationary, petting and playing silent games on his glasses. They may not hook to the system but at least still has this.

For all the rumbles and the growls and the snarls he gets, he knows that Karkat holds him in high regard and he'll do just like he promised. Keep him safe until he either wakes or twitches.]]

[ Twitches didn't seem to come. Occasional, creeping muscle clenches did, but there were no sharp movements for the time being. A heavy exhale rushed through Karkat's nose every now and then until all of his unease compounded. The troll flinched awake.

Not even an hour had passed. Groggy and confused, he snarled and clumsily backed away from Dave, his ears pinned and every ounce of him on the defensive behind the lingering haze of sleep. His fangs chattered and hisses rattled in his throat with a warning cacophony of clicks. ]

[[Dave at least tried. There's moments where he contemplates waking him up, but no, arm half asleep Dave lets Karkat be a snarly mess. He takes his arm back, the other is still around him, bending it and unbending at the elbow, working out a little kink in it from staying stationary.]]

Good morning sunshine.

[[There's no morning and trolls don't wake up in it.]]

Moonshine? That's alcohol.

[[You've woken up to your nightmare, Karkat.]]

[ All fangs and all snarls. There is barely a troll underneath all of that bravado. Ears back, pupils pinned, claws-- ]

Huhn..? [ Karkat squeezed his eyes shut and took a moment to steady his breathing. His heart was hammering. Being startled awake is never ideal, even with a good dose of confusion to offset a little of the fear.

He turned around to bite at whatever was moving around him. He got a mouthful of fabric and, luckily, didn't clamp down on the poor human's limb. That was an arm. ]

Dave. [ He mumbled behind a mouthful of cape and Time garb. It's a statement. That is Dave. He is nowhere near awake yet. ]

[[Dave is used to fangs, is used to snarls, but he forgets there's teeth behind it and that Karkat is a feral beast at times. No homo. It's Dave's fault for ambushing him with the rambling and with sudden movement instead of letting him wake up at his own pace.

The bite did nothing, it's true, Dave is capable of moving out of the way, but the slight movement of his arm so that there's only fabric is what Karkat gets.]]

Dude.

[[He's not mad, but you are totally biting his god damned clothes.]]

[ Slowly, Karkat released the grip of his fangs around Dave's clothes. His hands curled into tight, little fists. He peered upwards, eyes half lidded and dazed. He needed to confirm that Dave was here and this wasn't just a hopeful hallucination.

The troll whispered an apology and tucked back into himself, against Dave. He was trembling somewhat. He needed to push past the adrenaline spike of his nightmare and the surprising circumstances that he woke up to. At least he could nose close to a familiar scent and take reassurance from it. ]

[[This is the result of this fucking place not having a damn thing ready for Karkat to help him and the second Dave sees him curl back in, it's one of the rarest heart breaks he's ever felt. He lived a life of daily fear and he can't imagine if those fears were even worse when he went to sleep, or needed sleep... well yes he can. Living with Bro and Cal was a hell he wasn't allowed to let himself experience.

When he tucks back in, it takes a few moments for Dave to realize and not that long for his arms to reach back out and hold him in against his chest.]]

Alright, alright.
It's not like you dreamed my dick was a monster and bit my pants it's just my arm. You didn't even get it, no blood drawn, so I don't gotta put you down.

[[He goes back to setting his head on Karkat's for somewhere to rest it.]]

We good man, it's all good. Nothin' big and scary out here. Like maybe taxes if we have to start paying those or neighbours that don't understand how to pull a curtain. I mean unless you got hot neighbours then I know why I wouldn't sleep.

[[Take his rambling to try to comfort. His rambling and the gentle nudge of his nose in some hair.]]

I got you, you're fine man.

[ Dave is talking. Of course he is, but Karkat isn't understanding many of the words being cast his way. He woke up rather suddenly and his consciousness is slowly catching up. His blinks are slow, lingering closed for longer than they open, and only one of his ears were alert.

The little troll's body was dead weight; easily scooped up against Dave's chest. With a soft grunt, Karkat rubbed at one of his eyes with a grumbled: ] What?

[ The noise of Dave is reassuring, he just doesn't understand all of those sentences. Karkat's ears splayed when the human nuzzled in between his horns. ] Yeah, it's just... Fucking... Ass.

[ Breaking news. It's ass. ]

[[Groggy trolls are the best thing since sliced bread or melba toast. He just wishes it was because of the god damn sleep he had and not because of the lack of good sleep he can get. This has gone on long enough and Dave is determined to find something, anything, that can help him get rest.]]

Yeah bro, it sounds like ass. I got you though, I am the ass master. Nothing can get past me. No booty too round to escape my glaring gaze. No cheek too cheeky to go undenounced.

[[Dave offers a tiny little pet of his hand in the back of Karkat's hair.]]

Y'know I'll stay here and you can have your cat naps.

[[Even under the probability of being bitten.]]

Edited 2019-10-08 03:24 (UTC)

[ Karkat yawned once again; a long, lazy stretch of his jaw. Those certainly are some fangs, it was lucky for the both of them that the troll hadn't chomped down on Dave's poor arm. His head raised with another, soft series of clicks from low in his chest. Yes. That is some nice, friendly affection. He demands more.

One, soft grunt of acknowledgement later, and Karkat resumed kneading just shy of Dave's knee. He is double teaming his efforts with both hands now, each flexing in alternating beats. His heavy eyes have shut once again and the troll seemed barely at the cusp of sleep. It was difficult to tell whether or not he understood what was being said, or had just made an affirming noise out of habit. ]

[[Yeah he's glad Karkat didn't shred the hell out of his arm, it's true. So glad. Doesn't matter, he still wouldn't blame him. Waking up out of a big scare is a huge issue for the poor guy. Dave hates nightmares and with Karkat's classpect, he's figuring they're knightmares instead. He's seen a lot of shit and a lot of his friends die by the hands of other friends. That alone has to fuck with a gu— oh.

That's hands by his knee. Thigh really. Karkat hasn't said no homo so Dave will say it in his mind. That way he won't feel so god damn bad when he lets Karkat continue to do just that. The clicks are something he... doesn't understand but gets the concept behind and continues to pet through his hair, tugging the red cape back around them both.]]

Five more minutes, huh?

[[It's said relatively quiet and he pulls him in nice and snug. He can play some solitare and try to ignore hands by his thigh.]]

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