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If they ever told him that the afterlife would be this boring, he would’ve done everything to prevent Meenah from pulling such an atrocious act, though the other outcomes were most likely to have already happened, the memory is vague, he thinks. Serket’s the only one that knows so much information about what happened that day; she should be the one everyone’s suspects off. Not him, her, alas, things don’t exactly go his way. His moirail would’ve still fried his brains, leaving him to be the mess he’s now –He can’t really tell if he’s any different than before, more slow, but still the same

Shy!Reader X Gamzee - HoNk HoNk You glanced up as an angry Karkat burst into your room. "Y-yes, Karkat...?" You spoke timidly. "Why are you here...?" "DID YOU TELL FEFERI THAT WE WERE SPENDNG THE NIGHT HERE?" You flinch at your morail's loud voice. "N-no..." Karkat calmed down a little and gently put his hand on your shoulder. "SORRY FOR GETTING ANGRY AT YOU, (y/n)." "It's okay..." You ran your hand through your (h/l) (h/c) hair nervously. "So what's this about spending the night here?" "FEFERI INVITED EVERYONE TO SPND THE NIGHT AT YOUR HIVE, (y/n). ME, NEPETA, ARADIA, GAMZEE, ERIDAN-" "G-Gamzee..?" You really liked the tall clown trol

A/N: Alright. I've been having too much of a Fangirl thing with Mituna lately, so I decided to whip this up just for some fun. I don't know much about Homestcuk since I just got back into it, but you can't say I didn't try. Enjoy~ She walked through the damp sand, embracing the salty air. She gaped, the corners of her mouth open, tasting the bitter wind as the cold ocean water brushed against the sides of her bare feet. The girl, who looked similar as yourself, stopped in her steps. Her footprints that followed her slowly dissolving into the muddy ocean shore. She watched the waves in the distance quickly climb until their climax, collapsin

The seat was bumpy, and you hated it. Outside of your window seat, through the panel of glass was a line of green oaks, perfectly placed against each other. Trees were good for climbing. They were also very pretty. But you couldn’t climb at the moment. You could barely even move in this uncomfortable bus ride, where everyone was screaming and shouting in the background. The noise was unbearable, and you’re getting to the point of standing up to scream right back at them. One more kick to your seat and you’ll be sent over the edge, like a big tidal wave onto a beach of helpless civilians. It didn’t help that no one wan

“Why can’t you just pick me?” Warning:‘Lime’ content— beware ;) You looked up at the poster. It was still a little crooked, but it would have to do. You’d just finished putting up your newest poster of your favorite band, Bad Touch. It had all three members on it—Prussia, France, and Spain, looking as great as they always did. They were currently your obsession. But not just you; they had fangirls all over the world. They were a national phenomenon. Starting out in Europe, they quickly became the world’s most famous boy band. Lately, Bad Touch was all you ever thought about. Usually y

~Wedding Talk~ “I think if I ever get married, I’m not going to have a wedding.” Vladimir looked up from his paper and stared in your direction, his tiny top hat jerking a little from his head’s motion. For once he wasn’t smiling at your verbal thought. “Why not?” he asked. “You only get married once—depending on whether or not the relationship lasts. But…I think you’d be someone who’d stay in a permanent relationship, ______________.” You had to smile at that last bit. “You think so?” Taking that into consideration, you ran your fingers through you

~Husband Chairs~ “Sit!” you barked. “Sit, and don’t move from that spot until I’m done, do you hear me?” “Yes, ______________...” Vladimir sighed and hung his head so low to the ground you were almost afraid he would hit the tile floor. From your point of view, he looked no more pitiful than a puppy who had been sent on a time-out after digging up the garden. “Hopeless idiot,” you sighed wondering why on earth you had chosen to marry someone like him over all the other fish in the sea. With Vladimir finally put in place, you disappeared into the women’s fitting room with an