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You're My Hero -DavexTerezi-Terezi remembered her last moments. She remembered hearing the screams as the rest of her friends were slaughtered, running around aimlessly, feeling helpless. She couldn't have done anything, even if she had been able to see Bec Noir flying towards her, even if she had seen the sword before it pierced her stomach, teal blood spilling everywhere as she coughed.
She remembered grasping at the hole in her stomach as she fell backwards, trying to keep upright though she knew her fate was sealed. Her glasses slipping off of her face, crushed under Bec's foot as he strode off to kill someone else.
She remembered gasping for air, drowning in her own blood.
She remembered hearing footsteps and the faint, frantic calling of her name.
She remembered opening her eyes, still not able to see, and feeling a light feeling. Feeling like she was happy. Feeling something underneath her. She realized it was a bed as she slowly sat up, listening closely for anything that might tip off what her surroundin
Reciprocation -DavexTerezi-Your name is Dave Strider and you feel empty. You feel as if you are worthless. You feel as if you screw everything up.
You feel as if there is a large hole in your life, a hole that nobody has been able to fill.
You feel as if you are extremely alone.
And you know that this is most likely true.
You rise out of bed, even though your alarm clock reads just now seven thirty five. You stretch, looking out at the bluing sky before heading down the long hallway of the house you share with your older-brother-slash-father. You stop in front of the third door on the left- the one with a horribly drawn Libra sign hanging on it. You sigh as you carefully open it, peeking inside the bedroom and looking around at the perpetual mess.
Most of the items in the room are red, and there is chalk strewn everywhere. On the blackboard that you slaved over for hours to get painted onto the wall there are many red sketches, though some of them are white and yellow and some other color that the troll curled u
Hearts -SolKat-"Oh gog oh gog oh gog oh gog oh gog oh gog no no no no no no no no no no no no NO NO NOOOOOO NOOOOOO!!"
Your name is Sollux Captor and you have just been awoken by your matesprit's frantic yells from the bathroom.
"Wha- KK, what'th the matter?" You ask, sitting up with an arm slung over your stomach, the other propping you up.
Karkat appears out of the bathroom, bright red tears streaming down his face as he runs over to you, lunging for you and landing on top of you just as he begins sobbing.
"KK, what'th the matter?" You repeat, sitting up properly and stroking Karkat's hair.
"S-Sollux- I-I- I-It- I-It happened..."
You're about to question him when he looks up at you and you suddenly notice something. His eyes are no longer gray- they are a bright, flaming scarlet. You can't say anything at first, too awestruck to comfort him.
"Oh gog, even you're staring at me..." Karkat mutters, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.
"No, KK, they're- they're beautiful." You assure him, huggin
Ryne and Jo by William ShakespeareEnter Ryne
Jo appears above at a window
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the rack, and Jo is the velociraptor.
Arise, large velociraptor, and kiss the funny chicken.
See, how she leans her leg upon her boob!
O, that I were a glove upon that boob,
That I might touch that leg!
O Ryne, Ryne! wherefore art thou Ryne?
What's in a name? That which we call an arm
By any other name would smell as awesome
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like giraffes making love"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove laughable.
Lady, by yonder funny chicken I swear
That tips on the velociraptor the amazing woman--
O, swear not by the chicken, the fluffy chicken,
That rapingly changes in its sweet orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise sweet.
Sweet, happy night! A thousand times happy night!
Parting is such sad sorrow,
That I shall say happy night till it be morrow.
CRACK MEMES WOOTChoose ten of your favorite characters from THE SAME cartoon/anime/other in random order WITHOUT LOOKING AT THE QUESTIONS FIRST and fill them out. OCs don't really work, but if you wanna... :/
1) Which would you rather choose, Six/Three or Six/Ten?
Dave/Gamzee or Dave/Terezi? Darezi, totally.
2) Do you think Seven/Two will ever happen?
Vriska/Karkat? I guess it could, if it was like... kismesis...
3) Have you ever read or written Four/Five?
Eridan/Jake? No XD
... interesting idea /shot
4) Nine and One are getting married. How does Eight react?
Rose and John are getting married. How does Kanaya react?
"But... my darling... I thought... *tears*"
5) Write a plot for a Two/Ten fic.
Karezi, you say?
Karkat happens to walk in on Terezi undressing.
6) How would Nine announce to Seven he/she's pregnant, and what would Seven do/say?
Rose announcing to Vriska that she's pregnan
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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