Crabdad Stories

(y/n)= your name H/c = hair color E/c = eye color F/a and F/s = favorite artist and favorite song. !!Warning!! Strong use of profanity and self-hate. ALSO really cute fluff. In this story kankri and his group are siblings to I karkat and his group!! *kankri looking proud in the distance* Hey I'm new at this so if it's shit I'm sorry （；￣ェ￣） Comment any suggestions you want as I go along. THANKS FUR READING IF YOU DO, IT MEANS A LOT TO ME!!!! (((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o))) ---- Hey I wrote this forever ago, I'm keeping it up because it seems people like it but I want to preface things before anyone starts to read this. There is a character in the story that uses sexual acts for money and it's painted to be bad in this story. SEX WORK IS WORK. I apologize for creating this story and painting this career in such a bad light. As I've aged I've learned immensely about said careers and realize that sex work is outlawed because of sexist beliefs of our government. I'm not going to alter this story however because this story serves as a reminder of how much I've grown and changed in my life. It's a reminder of how misogyny affected my life as a young girl and how it can possibly affect others. Also I'm too busy currently to go back and actually thoroughly change it. Sex work is like any other career and people's worth should not be judged on it. Thank you for reading, please please please keep in mind these words as you read. I might change it in the future but as of now Im keeping it. Enjoy :)

Alternia. My home. This is where I grew up. And this is where I'll stay. I walked out of my hive. It was hot as hell. Your horns in the shape of a wrench. But your blood teal. "Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh" You sighed, the crimson cake in your glowing grey hands. True, you were a teal blood. But you are a drinker. A rainbow drinker. Kanaya had taught you how to suppress it. "Frig Nagget P00p stains." Karkat had invited you to his hive. And you wonderd over there. The black sneakers on your feet. You make up dont to perfection. Your small teal freckles scattered about your face. And your fangs showing. Your knee long shorts, and your teal shirt with a black zodiac sign. Cancer. You weren't born when you should have. You had the small cancer sign around your neck on a chain. You sighed, all this thinking tired you out. You knocked on the grey door with crabs all over it. The adress, 666. No not really. The adress was 690. Crabdad opened the door, screeching. "SCREEEEEE." UNTIL PART TWO