Should Never Be Together Meme, nabbed from bakerstreet

[veebox]

 NO CUT BECAUSE FUCK THAT SHIT NOT DEALING WITH IT I AM SO DONE TRYING TO FORMAT THIS
 

the "should never be together" meme.

When two people come together in a relationship, it's a beautiful thing. What can be wrong with love, right? Right? Except when the union is completely and totally wrong, for whatever reason. Then things can get a little messy. How To Play 1. Comment with your character, listing their name, canon, etc, along with any preferences. 2. Comment around to others, using the RNG to determine the scenario. It doesn't have to be a lovey-dovey relationship, obviously. There can be hate, sorrow, lust, whatever. 3. Thread! Have fun! Do things! Scenarios 1. Warring Factions: You belong to rival organizations, armies, clubs, etc. Whatever it is, you're not on the same team. 2. Soldiers on the Battlefield: Or maybe you are on the same side, but this is the wrong time and the wrong place. Plus, attachments cause distractions. 3. Bodyguard and the Guarded: Just like the movie with Kevin Costner! One of you has been hired to protect the other for some reason, and feelings are starting to grow. Are you a professional and cut things off, or do you give in? 4. Prince/ss and Knight: Similar to the above, but with a whole 'nother level of wrong...one of you is royal. Courtly love is okay; still, don't forget your place. 5. Enemies: This vendetta is personal, and you totally hate this person! Don't you? Perhaps you're maybe just rivals, or something as serious as superhero and villain. 6. Family: The ultimate taboo. This person is related to you, so there's no way you should indulge this desire, even if it's the most pure love there ever was. 7. Age Difference: The years between you should keep you both at bay, but it's easier said than done. 10. Teacher/Student: Teachers and students have a unique bond, and to corrupt it is a dangerous thing. Will you dare to act on emotions that could put you both in a destructive place? 11. Already Spoken For: One or both of you are already involved with someone else, but the heart wants what the heart wants. Just know that you can't have your cake and eat it, too. 12. Not Compatible: Your personalities or jobs make it so it's hard for you to be together. 13. Not Compatible...in Another Way: You're both different species, which means you're either afraid to take your relationship to a physical level or you can't because of differences in biologies. 14. Not Ready for Love: You took a vow (or celbacy, of chastity, of dedication), you're married to your work, or you just don't want to be involved with anyone. Too bad! 15. Rich and Poor: One of you has the money while the other is from more modest means. Can the 1% and the 99% ever be bedfellows, literally? 16. Hurt Before: Your heart has been broken, and maybe there's been no time to heal. But here you are. 17. WILDCARD

 

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[romcom]

[Angry tears don't count as crying at school, do they? Because Karkat used up his crying during school for the year during that whole 'Gamzee's off his pills' debacle three months ago. And he is definitely crying right now. Whatever part of the Vantas genetics causes the response to all intense emotions be centered on the tear glands, Karkat will forever hate that part. His voice is strained and he hates himself for crying, he hates it so much.]

I don't give a fuck that you rejected me, you fucker! You didn't like me, whatever, but I went through hell because of that crap and you never fucking apologized!

[He wipes frantically at his eyes, glaring up at John through the tears. Fuck the height difference.]

I got fucking beat up because you made a big goddamn deal out of it, okay? I got the shit beat out of me, and my uncle keeps asking me if I really need marriage rights every fucking time I see him, and people look at me like I'm a fucking rapist in the locker room and you were the one who fucking told people! And now you're acting like it never fucking happened and--

[He hears the fake camera shutter noise iphones make when he pauses briefly to breathe and turns to look at the gathered crowds, which seem to exist all at once.]

DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A FUCKING SHOW TO YOU PEOPLE?! GET THE FUCK OUT BEFORE I JAM FUCKING PENCILS SO FAR INTO YOUR ASSES THEY HAVE TO FISH THEM OUT OF YOUR RIBCAGE!!

[putthebunnyinthebox]

[Oh fuck. Oh fuck Karkat's crying. He's crying again. Because of him. He's shocked and horrified all at once, and while people sort of back off--Vantas rage is a natural disaster not meant to be trifled with--they don't stop paying attention. Some trail away, but at least the phones are concealed or something, it's almost a fight, gotta watch. John jerks forward, hands up in air-paps.]

SHHH, dude, threatening everyone isn't going to help anything!

[God he feels fucking terrible. He slouches, has his hands on his face and he groans into his hands. This is all bad, it's horrible and everything sucks. He lets himself just breathe into his hands and try to think of how to deal with this, but he's not really coming up with anything. He drops his hands dramatically and looks around for nothing, at nothing, just to move and avoid looking at Karkat for a bit. He sets his eyes back on him and lets out a heave of breath.]

I didn't know that's why you got beat up! How was I supposed to know that your uncle's a bag of dicks?! You were just acting weird after that, I didn't fucking know what was up with you, we weren't best friends or anything!

[And he just fumbles for something else to say, a lot of "oh"s and "um"s and unsure, "help" glaces.]

Fuck, just stop try to stop crying, okay? It...

[He rubs at his eyes with one hand, the other snugged back into his pocket. He's not even going to finish that, Karkat crying just hurts, even if he's just angry. Tears mean he did something wrong and not great, and it's bad enough that he's made someone cry.]

[romcom]

[Karkat makes a noise that was probably intended to be a snarl of some variety, but makes it through the sniffles as some kind of miserable little whine. He wipes at his eyes a second time and shoots a glare down his own torso, directing the anger bodily at himself for a moment.]

I don't fucking care! I'll fuck their shit up!

[He glares back out over the spectators, but no more death threats are thrown out, because even that last sentence just sounded like a cute little kid who has had his toys taken away. And whose parents need to watch their language.]

I didn't tell you because you were being such a fucking asshole about the whole damn thing! And it's stupid as fuck, because it was still my fault for telling you in the first place, and this is what I fucking wanted, and I still want it, you stupid, oblivious, retardedly charming motherfucker, and it can't be this easy, someone is going to jump out of the fucking ceiling and give me fucking herpes or something, because whenever my crush on you is fucking relevant, my life goes all to hell and I don't want to do that again!

[He gave up on not crying about halfway through that and presses his palms hard into his eyes once he's done, hunching over a little bit because wow, he's kinda trembling.]

Someone shoot me.