[Text; un: turntechGodhead]

[itsknighttime]

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.))

Comments

[mutantblood]

[ 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. ]

[itsknighttime]

[[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.

[mutantblood]

[ 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. ]

[itsknighttime]

[[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.]]

[mutantblood]

[ 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. ]

[itsknighttime]

[[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.]]