Spam listening to “Aiyaa Four Thousand Years” made me wanna draw Karkat in the dullest chinese costume ever.

harlequincinerator:

jin-nyeh:

” A college freshman called Karkat falls in love with one of the teachers called John Egbert.” 

resubmitting because I’m gonna put my name on every drawings I like from now on.

Karkat is horrified to find that the man that knocked him over in the hallway is his fucking PROFESSOR. Slouched firmly into the back row with his hoodie pulled so far forward that it blind him, Karkat gathers that John just graduated from a direct to PhD program on the opposite coast and was just hired by the university for his impressive research in ectobiology. He is, Karkat has realized, only five years older than himself. Even though Karkat is a freshman, spending the past three years working has put him ahead of his classmates in age.

After introductions and the syllabus, Professor Egbert begins his lecture. Karkat keeps his head down and just listens, not willing to risk recognition to get a look  at the notes on the overhead. He doesn’t realize that Professor Egbert is a wandering lecturer until he hears the “osmosis is a key process in- STAYING AWAKE IN CLASS” right next to his ear.

His hood is snatched of his head and he is left face to face with his assailant cum professor. He can see the prankster’s gambit explode in his professor’s face and his own jaw drops. The eyes he’s looking at are just as blue as they were this morning and somehow more mortified. The laughs from the humans in the class are as raucous as the silence from the trolls is oppressive. Professor Egbert has, unwittingly, drawn attention to Karkat’s hemostripes and eyes. Here on Earth, in America, it is illegal to discriminate based on hemotype, but that won’t keep the other trolls from harassing him.

Karkat holds his breath as Professor Egbert looks down at his very extensive notes. Ectobiology has always been a hobby, and his notes include references to books he has already read and means to look over again in addition to the reading on the syllabus.

“Those are your notes?” The Professor’s tone is incredulous, and he raises an eyebrow after a moment of Karkat’s silence.

“Yeah.” Karkat is breathless. He is terrified. He is exhilarated. This man has such blue eyes. How can a blue that pure exist in humans?

“You’ve read Sassacre’s Treaties on Practical Ectobiology for Use in Agriculture?”

Karkat’s head jerks a nod without directions from his brain.

“And what do you think about it?” The class is quiet, and Professor Egbert has a patient, interested look that means he is going to wait for an answer.

But what does Karkat say? This is a loaded question. Sassacre was Earth’s leading ectobiologist over a hundred sweeps ago. That’s even longer for humans than trolls! Most of what he’s written is outdated, and he certainly isn’t taught in most respectable classes, but…

“Well he-” Karkat stumbles and has to give himself another moment to gather his thoughts. “His science is out dated, but his philosophy of ectobiology remains the core method of thought, even in today’s scientific climate. You were talking about ectobiology in industry. The chapter on the practicality of its use for profit and the chapter on the ethics of industry would be relevant, and maybe even useful?”

Egbert ‘hm’s and walks to the front of the room to the overhead projector.

Karkat kicks himself. The moment just happened and is already surreal in his memory. Was he too loud? Too quiet? Too obnoxious? Will a highblood hunt him down in the hall and destroy him for his insolence? In this moment, he hates whatever he just made transpire for making whatever consequences might befall him later.

Professor Egbert takes up a pen and adds another note to his- is that it? Did he really only have ONE page of notes? Karkat has nearly four, and his handwriting is tiny. 

“In addition to your assigned reading, please read the chapters on practicality and ethics of ectobiology in industry from Sassacre’s Treaties. The copyright has expired, so I’ll send you all a link. This will be on the test.” Karkat can feel how oddly tense and quiet the classroom is as the professor surveys it. Then his eyes land on Karkat, and he nods. “Well done.”

And like that, he resumes teaching.

Karkat could die. He can’t believe he was praised above highbloods and non-mutant lowbloods. He is shitting himself that the greatest up-and-coming ectobiological researcher on two planets just praised him, Karkat Vantas, on his notes and reading selections. 

He is so completely light headed. He is so enthralled with the idea that maybe college and life among humans to avoid culling won’t be terrible. He can’t take his eyes off of Professor Egbert for the rest of class.

Oh my god a story to accompany my drawing.

Someone asked for Karkat and Romano from Axis Power and I forgot that it’s for my shame blog- WAIT YOU WANTED ME TO DRAW THEM DOING THE NAUGHTIES!? WHAT!?

” A college freshman called Karkat falls in love with one of the teachers called John Egbert.” 

resubmitting because I’m gonna put my name on every drawings I like from now on.

older Karkat. I’m cry because he’s no longer the angry shota I love anymore.

I’ve seen some pictures of Trolls with animal-like features and I actually found it kinda endearing

I’m going through the ” I hate my artstyle that I can’t draw anything decent” phase again.

I didn’t wanna colour it in the end.

Mahou shoujo/shounen