Alaric Saltzman (
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Birthday Meme!
THE "IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY!" MEME
1. Post!
2. Tag!
3. RNG: 1-10
4. Have at it!
1. Post!
2. Tag!
3. RNG: 1-10
4. Have at it!
1. Forgotten Birthday
Did everyone forget your big day? Were you really hoping for some company, or just a damn present? If only one person remembered... It'd be okay even if they're late.
2. Secret Birthday
Birthday? BAH HUMBUG. You don't want to be reminded that you're turning 50 or 500 this year. It's just another year of receding hairlines and sagging breasts. Seriously. You don't have a birthday. (Or hey, maybe you just forgot to mention it. That happens too.)
3. Expensive Birthday
Time to splurge! You only get to do this once a year, right? So everyone better bring some damn good presents for how good a bash you're throwing. Getting thrown, maybe, with Daddy and Mommy's money.
4. Double Birthday
There's nothing quite like the kinship of being born on the same day. Maybe you're twins, maybe you were cloned, maybe you just budded off asexually or something. Or, you were just lucky. Better figure out who gets to blow out the candles.
5. Surprise Birthday
Did everyone forget your birthday? This is the wrong number, isn't it? Hey... isn't it awfully quiet? Where did everyone go?
6. Senile Birthday
Birthday? Whose birthday is it?
7. Unbirthday
It's not even your birthday, but the hell with it, you want cake. And balloons and streamers and maybe a fucking pony. Well, you're going to get them. And some tea, if that's your thing. Either way, this is going to be the BEST RANDOM DAY EVER.
8. Romantic Birthday
Nothing says I love you like actually remembering when your significant other started existing. After all, this is only one of... 5? 10? Occasions of the year where you get tospend too much moneyspoil them.
9. Crashed Birthday
Who the hell are you? This is a private party!! Wait, what do you mean poisonous hamsters from Zanzibar are in the pantry?!
10. Deathday
Hell yeah, the day you were released from the ties of the living world. Nothing quite like it. This is an absolutely festive occasion. It's a great day to haunt someone you know! Or something.
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CUT IT OUT.
Terezi and sensitivity are not well acquainted
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V3RY W3LL
[She attempts to prod you sharply in the side with her cane. She intends to continue until she gets a straight answer.]
oh well
[He'll let himself be prodded once or twice out of apathy, but after that, he'll tuck in his elbows and shove the cane away.]
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1M NOT L34V1NG W1THOUT TH3 TRUTH
WH4T 1S K4RK4TS D4RK S3CR3T??
UNCOV3R1NG 1T SH4LL B3 MY N3W L1F3 GO4L
[But merely refusing to leave isn't much of a threat unless you want her to leave first. So she'll just be trying to walk as pair of fingers up your arm, their eventual goal the top of your head.]
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WHY ARE YOU SO DETERMINED TO KNOW ABOUT MY "DARK SECRETS", ANYWAY, YOU ALREADY KNOW THE ONLY SECRET THAT EVER MATTERED AND YOU DON'T GIVE A SHIT.
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AND OTH3RW1S3 YOULL BROOD 4BOUT 1T
BROOD1NG 4BOUT TH1NGS ON YOUR OWN 1SNT PRODUCT1V3
1T JUST M4K3S YOU F33L S1CK
1 DONT W4NT YOU VOM1T1NG 4LL OV3R C4N TOWN
HOW MUCH SH1T DO YOU W4NT M3 TO G1V3 4BOUT 1T
[Fingers keep walking.]
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IF I VOMIT OVER CAN TOWN IT'S ONLY BECAUSE I'M DISGUSTED WITH ITS RESIDENTS, IT WILL NOTHING TO DO WITH WHETHER I'M BROODING, WHICH I'M NOT, OR IF I AM, IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, OK?
I DON'T KNOW.
HOW MUCH SHIT ARE YOU WILLING TO GIVE ME.
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BUT F1N3, W3LL K33P TH4T PROBL3M ON 4 PROF3SS1ON4L L3V3L
YOU C4NT H4NDL3 TH4T MUCH SH1T
YOU WOULD B3 CRUSH3D UND3R 1TS W31GHT
[The fingers have reached your neck. Do you react?]
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OR DO YOU JUST WANT TO KNOW BECAUSE YOU'RE A NOSY MOTHERFUCKER.
[He's trying not to react, but the touch of fingers on his bare skin makes him flinch anyway. Terezi you don't understand what you're doing to him! Probably because he hasn't told you, and has only complained to himself about it. But still. ):B]
repost for FORGETTING SHE IS BLIND -_(\ ugh
BUT 1F 1TS R34LLY BOTH3R1NG YOU TH1S MUCH 1LL M4K3 MYS3LF C4R3 PR33MPT1V3LY
1 W1LL CONT1NU3 TO C4R3 3V3N 1F 1TS STUP1D
[SHE FEELS THAT FLINCH. Suddenly both hands are actively tickling your neck! >:D]
oh oops
[and then--]
AUGH FUCK! STOP!
STOP!
[cue flailing]
oops indeed >_<
[The tickling only continues.]
T3LL M3!
T3LL M3 YOUR S3CR3T!
H3H3H3H3H3
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[his attempts to push you away aren't very coordinated. He may just have grabbed a boob by accident. Who even knows.]
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4ND STOP F33L1NG M3 UP, WH1L3 W3R3 D1SCUSS1NG T3RMS
[Because she noticed that grab. Not that it's influencing her to stop the tickling in any way.]
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BUT!
YOU ST1LL H4V3N'T TOLD M3 YOUR S3CR3T...
[She's tickled the side of your neck enough for now--time to try under your chin.]
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FUCK, FINE, FUCK! FINE, I GIVE UP, I GIVE UP
DO YOU KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS?
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1S TH3R3 SOM3TH1NG SP3C14L 4BOUT TOD4Y??
[Tickling: effective interrogation technique - noted.]
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NOT IF 'SPECIAL' IS SUPPOSED TO BE A GOOD THING.
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IT C4N B3 4NY K1ND OF TH1NG
[She looks less inclined to tickle you at the moment. Her fingers are still at the ready, but she seems a lot less manic than usual suddenly.]
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IT'S MY WRIGGLING DAY.
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1T 1S??
1 H4V3NT R34LLY B33N K33P1NG TR4CK OF TH3 D4YS
TH4T SOM3HOW JUST S33M3D MOR3 LIK3 D4V3S TH1NG...
1 WOND3R WH3N M1N3 1S...
[She pauses, considering. Her hands are back to resting on her cane.]
YOUR WR1GGL1NG D4Y 1SNT 4 GOOD TH1NG?
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4ND DONT S4Y 1TS B3C4US3 1TS YOUR WR1GGL1NG D4Y
1T WOULDNT 4NSW3R TH3 QU3ST1ON 4ND WOULD B3 F4R TOO M3LODR4M4T1C
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Except, because he's Karkat, he ends up just saying it anyway.]
BUT IT *IS* BECAUSE IT'S MY WRIGGLING DAY, IT'S A DAY SPECIFICALLY DESIGNED TO COMMEMORATE THE INCEPTION OF MY NUMEROUS FAILURES AND FAULTS AND I FUCKING HATE IT, IT'S THE WORST DAY OF THE SWEEP, AND THAT WAS ALL TRUE EVEN BEFORE I TURNED SIX AND WE STARTED PLAYING A STUPID FUCKING GAME THAT KILLED--HALF OF MY FRIENDS, AND--BASICALLY EXPANDED THE HORIZONS WITHIN WHICH I COULD SHOW OFF MY ENDLESS CAPACITY FOR RUINING EVERYTHING, AND IT ALSO MEANS WE'RE A SWEEP CLOSER TO WHATEVER COMES NEXT, AND WHAT IF IT'S JUST THE SAME THING, BUT WORSE? LIKE.
FUCK. [he doesn't really want to talk about this, he decides.]
SO YEAH.
I'M SEVEN.
CONGRATULATIONS TO ME.
I'M SURE WE ARE ALL HOLDING OUR BREATH TO SEE WHAT GRAND NEW FUCKUPS I CAN ACHIEVE.
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somehow it feels like a lapse on my part that this is my only crying icon
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Sorry I deleted out from under you >_<
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