“You’ll eventually go off and write some insane mathematical theorem that wins you the Nobel Prize.”
“A Fields Metal.”
“Nobel doesn’t have a prize for mathematics. The Fields Metal’s the one I’ll be winning.”
I had considered writing a fic revolving around the beginning of their relationship and the slow escalation of the hatred toward their pred+prey relationship. It’d revolve more around Nicks misguided efforts to try to protect Judy from it, having struggled with his own guilt in having feelings for her to begin with and not wanting to have to have her go through it, too. The ‘never let them see they get to you’ mantra begins to crumble a bit once Judy is a target of criticism because of his presence; old burns come bubbling to the surface.
He sleeps light in general so whenever the vandals come out at night to leave them their ‘messages’ he wakes up to find them there. Whenever Judy questions him when he crawls back into bed all heated from his ‘walks’ which is just him trying to wash away whatever it was they wrote with before she wakes up he uses the excuse ‘just another nightmare.’ Which he’d been pretty prone to having before they were together.
Sorry for the super inconsistent drawings and sloppy handwriting. Still learning the characters @_@ Just a really rough doodle doo done in an hour or two.
CG: HOW THE FUCK DO ANY OF YOU MASOCHISTIC SHIT BRAINS MANAGE TO PUT YOURSELVES THROUGH THE EXCRUCIATING PAIN OF HAVING YOUR THINK PAN SLOW ROASTED AND DRAINED OUT THROUGH YOUR EARS EVERY GODDAMNED SUMMER AND THEN ON TOP OF THAT SUBJECT YOURSELF TO EVEN MORE OF THIS WRETCHED HEAT VIA A “”FUN”” DAY OUT ON THE BEACH?? CG: IT’S. TOO. HOT.
TG: hot damn
and that is how Dave, his last words a reference to an overplayed song.
karkandy requested a Karkat but not anything specific sooooooo this is what they got :U