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 PING. Slowly you lift your head from the pile of pillows to stare at your phone. It has just alerted you to a text but you’re not sure you feel like answering. You reach for it anyway, feeling just a little bit curious to know who’s messaging you- if it’s your coworker, you’re positive you’ll end up breaking the phone. Opening your messages, you see all caps and know the sender even before looking at the contact name. The one and only Karkat Vantas. Received 11:23 am HEY FUCKASS. WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? With a faint sigh, you reply to him, knowing he won’t stop bugging you until you do. Sent 11:25 am s

Meenah Peixes | Reader Warm embraces, warm touches, warm kisses. A green hill, dotted with yellow roses, sitting alone in the middle of a wide valley. A red and white checked blanket, lying creased on the top of the hill. A red sun cut in half by the straight horizon, sorrounded by pink and orange fluffy clouds. A pair of black figures, calmly sitting on the blanket, enjoying the gorgeous view with each other, shoulder against shoulder. A pair of matching grins etched onto both of the females’ childish looking faces; four eyes lazily centered onto the sight in front of them, and two hands gently grasping each other. The love t

(Inspired by: [S] Little Red Riding Hood)    Jake English was always a boy of wonder, a child of adventure, and a mind of excitement and hope. He did his best not to let anything get to him, though there were many times when his friends and relatives pushed him over that line of annoyance and anger. He was always sure to be mindful of the "fisticuffs" he got into, however, and kept a careful eye to the amount of pain he was inflicting upon a person or being if he was doing so. It made him surprisingly gentle about his surroundings, even for a British boy who was one for rough-and-tumble behavior.    You were more or less a child of magic

Shadows all around you as you surface from the dark You trudged through a large crowd, dragging your feet. It shouldn’t be this crowded here at night, why were all these people here? You passed a store window and quickly turned away. You had been avoiding anything reflective for the past week or so. It was beginning to frighten you how dark the bags under your eyes had become. Emerging from the gentle grip of night's unfolding arms You squeezed your way out of the crowd and into a clearing lit by the light of the stars. Walking up a hill, you sat on the cool grass and looked at the moon. You guessed you could relate to it in a way; a

“Kankri?” You knock on the door of your flushcrush’s hive, expecting an immediate answer. You needed someone to talk to, as you had been feeling a bit down lately. Of course, Kankri wasn’t the one to come to to talk to, but hearing his voice spawned a lifting feeling in your stomach and always brought up your spirits. Not hearing an answer, you opened the door and continued inside carefully, not wanting to ‘trigger’ him. You saw a notebook lying on the floor with an uncapped pen, and was surprised the usual neat freak would leave it out like that. Hesitantly, you picked up the notebook and looked inside. Me

"GOD FUCKING DAMNIT (LAST NAME)!" "So that's what happens..."       Wanna know what's going on? Then I'll tell ya. You, being the epitome of curiosity, button mashed the ectomachine and managed to swap bodies with the fuming Cancer troll who just so happened to walk in the room at that EXACT MOMENT.        Anyway, you gave yourself a once over, paying special attention to the ass horns. You had always wanted to find out their particular function. You'd always assumed they were for mating purposes and when you rubbed one, well, let's just say suspicion's been confirmed.        Karkat, who's been lamenting over this predicament, didn't n

Today was a normal day on Alternia, the sky was dark, the grass was bloody and in the background you can hear someone yelling. You walked around bored out of your mind, it seemed like no one wanted to hang out with you today! Everyone had there own thing going on, and had no time to hang out with a silly pink monkey like you. You've asked everyone to hang out with you... except Eridan. Eridan. You're face reddened at the the thought of the hipster-fish troll. You a human, by the name of (Y/N) have a 'flush crush' on the sea dwelling troll by the name of Eridan Ampora. Now, it wasn't just any normal 'redrom' romance it had tints of 'blackro