SiCkStUcK - Gamzee+KarkatG, ASSHOLE!SiCkStUcK - Gamzee+Karkat2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
▼: HEY GAMZEE..WHATS UP?
▲: hOwS iT gOiNg BeSt FrIeNd
▲: nOt So MoThErFuCkInG gOoD bRo )o:
▲: iM aLl Up AnD sIcK bRo...
▲: i ThInK i MaY hAvE oVeRdOnE iT wItH tHe PiE... ThE fAyGo ToO (
▼: OH THATS SUCKS,NEED ME OVER THERE?
▲: tHaT wOuLd Be NiCe BeSt fRiEnD (o:
▲: mAyBe I wOuLd FeEl A litTlE bEtTeR wItH sOmE cOmPaNy
▼: ALL BE OVER SOON
▲: tHaNkS , sEe yOu SoOn
▼: *walks over to his hive
▲: *gamzee lies down, and waits for his best friend to arrive*
▼: *opens gamzee's door
▼: STILL ALIVE?
▲: *he answers quietly, his voice weak* yEaH bRo... sTiLl aLiVe...
▼: THAT..DOESNT SOUND GOOD AT ALL
▼: *shuts door and walks up to him staring down at him
▲: tH-ThAnKs FoR cOmInG oVeR...
▼: CALM DOWN NOW WHATS GOING ON?
▲: i DoNt MoThErFuCkInG kNoW... i WaS jUsT aLl uP aNd gEtTiNg m
GermanyxItalyxReader Sick"Hey Italy! Huh? What's wrong?" (Name) asked as a flustered Italy opened the door.GermanyxItalyxReader Sick2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Germany! He passed out and I don't know why! Please help me!" He said quickly as he ran up the stairs, leaving (Name) to process what he just said. When she finally realized what he said she ran to follow him up the stairs.
Italy was kneeling next to Germany, who was out cold on the floor, patting his head trying to get him to wake up, "Germany! Wake up! (Name)'s here! She's going to help us!"
"Don't hit his head Italy!" (Name) warned, she sighed and knelt down too. She felt Germany's forehead and saw his cheeks were flushed a deep red and his skin clammy, "He has a fever, I think he's just sick "
"Sick?! Germany never gets sick! He must be dying!" Italy started to sob.
(Name) lightly smacked his cheek, "Italy! He's not dying, he
NorwayxReader: Imaginary? I think not!"What the hell is wrong with you?" The bully sneered, shoving you roughly down onto the ground. "Making up lies about unicorns and fairies being real; who do you think you are anyway? Merlin?"NorwayxReader: Imaginary? I think not!2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"They are real." You insisted, looking up at him with resentful (e/c) eyes. What the hell did he know anyway? He was just another brainless thug who loved to torment you.
"How old are you? Six?" The bully teased, a mean look in his beady eyes, and you had to resist the urge to bitchslap that smirk off his ugly face.
You gritted your teeth furiously and glared poisonous daggers at him. The truth was you could see magical creatures and people taunted you for it. They thought you were absolutely crazy. But you weren't. Unfortunately, there were only two other people in the entire school who could see the creatures like you did Arthur Kirkland and Lukas Bondevik. The former was your best friend and the latter was your beloved boyfriend. The three of you were bullied daily, and mo
Epic Rap Battles of Homestuck 1~ Karkat vs Equius~AN: I was inspired by Nice Peter's and Epic Llyod's Epic Rap Battles of History series and I noticed that people from the Total Drama fandom and the Pokemon fandom were doing this so I decided to try it for the Homestuck fandom. Also, this will contain some OOC but I will try not to make it too OOC for the characters. I hope this is a successful idea of mine since it is quite fun to do!Epic Rap Battles of Homestuck 1~ Karkat vs Equius~1 year ago in Humor More Like This
Episode 1: Karkat vs Equius (To the tune of John Lennon vs Bill O' Reily)
Fuck, you're a creepy asshole! Gog dammit!
Why are you pissed off a lot? Isn't Nepeta your moiral?
You're the type of guy who stalks Aradia and makes out with robots,
You need to chill out for a minute and drink milk for an hour!
Every time we pesterchum, all you do is boss around the shit outta me and your face is freakin' sweaty as fuck!
I wonder how much Gamzee paid you to kiss his ass!
You friggin' lowblood, livin' in a rundown crappy hive.
Well, you're about to get your ass kicked by the highblood political
Wake Up"Lithuania...?"Wake Up2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I know that smell . . . I know that sound . . . and this feeling in the air . . . I know that too.
Everything here is so familiar . . . but it feels so wrong . . .
What happened here?
"Lithuania, are you in here?"
This smell . . . so irony. So metallic. It floods up my nose, into my lungs and makes me want to vomit. I've smelt it before. So many times.
Part of my mind says "too many times." . . . Another part growls, "not enough."
But why is it here now? I didn't punish anyone today. Those two did an acceptable job in their work, and I haven't seen him all day.
. . . Where did he go? Where was he all day?
Was he in here . . . surrounded by this "awful, horrible" - no, "wonderful, amazing" - smell?
"Lithuania? I kept calling for you but you never came. So I decided to see what was keeping you. You know as well as anyone I don't like to be ignored."
Why is it so dark? And that sound . . .
". . . I know you're in here Lithuania. Why aren't you answering me? . . . Lithuania
Chocolate - Kuroshitsuji From the hallway at the top of the grand staircase, Ciel Phantomhive let out a heavy sigh. Down below him, a crowd of people was spread out across the ballroom floor. The sounds of music and conversation drifted up from the small orchestra that had been hired. There were paper hearts and sculpted cupids covering nearly every inch of his mansion. It was Valentine's Day. The bane of his existence, and yet he had been somehow suckered into hosting a ball. The 'somehow' was probably busy dancing and mingling at that very moment, undoubtedly delighted with her own success at having managed to plaster pink over a solid half of the Phantomhive manor.Chocolate - Kuroshitsuji3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A party at his mansion always drew a crowd. As was to be expected, everyone had shown up. Even Lau had come, with Ran-Mao in tow. They had been asked to leave, however. Ran-Mao had shown up wearing a set of flimsy-looking wings and something that had e
Love order III CielxSebastian. Love order III .Love order III CielxSebastian5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
#18+ content *gigglewiggle*#
There they were - lying down on the surface of the carriage. Sebastian holding Ciel`s palms tight. He slowly leaned closer to Ciel`s hardly blushing face and then poked his cheek with his own nose and slowly slided his face to his master`s ear and whispered: ''You are so cute when you blush..''
The demon grinned and bite the tip of Ciel`s ear softly.
Shiver went through the boy`s body as he felt his butler doing the little things with his ear. Then again with his cheek and then putting little butterfly kisses on his neck.
Ciel felt a warm smile rise up on his lips, but he didn`t want his butler to see that.
''Gaahhhaha that tickles! Oh please stophhaha!!'' Ciel let out a little scream as he felt a tongue sliding here and there on his neck.
''I know you enjoy that'' Sebastian rised a bit and, for a big surprise for Ciel, he kissed his master on his lips with so much passion that ir made Ciel`s heart skip beat.
Ciel fought for breath breaki
Mine's Bigger: PrussiaXReader"Mine's bigger."Mine's Bigger: PrussiaXReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Nein, mine is!"
You frowned. You had just been about ready to knock on your boyfriend's door when you heard the argument break out amongst him and his friends. What were they talking about? If you knew he had company you wouldn't have asked to come visit him! You wouldn't have bothered him if you knew, besides, it was always creepy when France would hit on you and Antonio and Gilbert your boyfriend for crying out loud would just laugh it off. You certainly didn't want the Frenchman to get any ideas about it being okay to hit on you just because your boyfriend didn't do anything about it.
"_____________ is very lucky, amigo."
"I know! Right?" Gilbert gloated.
"Mine is longer. Per'aps __________ will like mine better!" Francis boasted.
"So? It's puny compared to how thick mein is!"
"He has a point And at least his doesn't smell like cheese," Antonio said.
"If you 'adn't used Amérique's cheese spray, it wouldn't smell!" Francis retorted.
"I got m
Sherlock- Paint JWWWarning- contains post- Reichenbach angst/spoilersSherlock- Paint JWW2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A John Watson's War fic
She was surprised to see him.
It was obvious. She was flustered when he walked in, and in an attempt to hide it she'd rushed about getting the place ready for him. Now the therapist sat in the chair opposite the soldier, taking slow, deep breaths to try to calm her pulse, which was racing in her neck from running about.
Her enthusiasm was kind, but it just ended up annoying John that she was making a big deal out of this. It was hard enough to come back in the first place. But he'd had to get out of his room, and he'd automatically told the cabbie this address and hadn't bothered correcting his own impulse. So he ended up here, he'd might as well come in for a session. He had no-where else to go. Well, not quite. He always had places to go, and plenty of offers of hospitality since well, since the event. Just no-where he wanted to go. He loved the people who offered, but each reminded him in their own litt
ReichenbachThe FallsReichenbach3 years ago in Drama More Like This
And they went to Switzerland.
'So, why Switzerland?' John asked as they got settled in the hotel.
Sherlock shrugged. 'Oh, I dunno.' He sighed. I looked at a few different countries, and the Reichenbach falls came up in Switzerland. Seemed like a nice place to visit.
John nodded, following John's example and sitting next to him on the couch. Sherlock looked a lot better from that day that he'd climbed up to the kitchen window. He was on the mend, and John was glad.
Sherlock was staring out the window for awhile. Then-'So, lunch, and then we'll go see the falls.'
The falls were powerful, with tremendous amounts rushing water. John felt a thrill as he walked by them, sensing the raw power behind them. The Reichenbach was dangerous, he could feel it. Sherlock looked just as thrilled as John felt. His eyes were alight and his entire frame was elated. It was the happiest he'd been the whole trip.
'Shall we?' John asked, gesturing to the path that lead up the falls. But then his pho
Chapter 1: The last tearsChapter 1: The last tears3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
(Go to description for read it in english)
Poco a poco los rayos del sol incidieron a través de las cortinas de terciopelo, tiñendo toda la habitación de un color rojo vino. Al principio no fue molesto, pero cuando uno de los rayos cayó sobre su rostro arrugó la nariz y giró la cabeza hacia el lado contrario de la cama, en busca de la sombra. Aún así, sentía el calor del sol sobre su cabeza y decidió, fastidiada, que ya era hora de levantarse.
Alargó la pierna por la sábana, sintiendo la suavidad de la tela deslizándose sobre su piel lentamente, y finalmente la sacó de la cama, mientras se giraba y tocó el suelo. Sherry se quedó sentada sobre el borde de la cama, mientras se frotaba los ojos para desperezarse. El pelo le caía desordenadamente, cada mechón atravesado por el siguiente mechón y enredos por doquier. Se lo colocó lo mejor que pudo, echándoselo hacia atrás
FrancisXOC I Will Save You part 3FrancisXOC I Will Save You part 32 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The sun shone merrily outside the window, illuminating ruined streets and blackened foundations. Inside one of the few buildings left unscathed were two people, the woman sitting calmly, her eyes sad but determined watching the man stride angrily back and forth, his head shaking as more and more protests dropped from his mouth.
"Cora ma petite fleur, I just cannot believe you're doing this, I thought what you wanted was to become one with me again?" the man pouted, stopping in front of the red-haired woman, his baby-blue eyes holding her indigo ones before they dropped to the floor. Turning away he gazed out the window, trying for the life of him to figure out why the woman he loved was doing this.
"Francis, I do want to become one with you again, but my boss and I feel that I could grow so much more if I remain an independent nation, I . . . I thought you'd be proud of me." her eyes falling from Francis' resolute form to the floor again, studying the slightly singed carpet as she stub
jeff the killer contestSEX! :iconGoToPOTATOplz:jeff the killer contest2 years ago in Horror More Like This
now that I have your attention, I have a contest offer!
to everyone who loves Jeff the killer, I'm making a new creepypasta/fanfic called ''alex: new generation'' wich will be released pretty soon, on wiki, deviantart, tumblr and I'll ask mr. creepypasta to read it on youtube. here is the resuming of the story:
After seeing his parents killed by the unstoppable Jeff the killer, Alex, who grew up in a foster home, becomes hateful towards everything. one day, Jeff comes back, knowing he didn't kill him. seeing jeff makes Alex drive insane, and the eenager slowly becomes like Jeff. he starts killing in insane phases, and slowly becomes jeff's ''knight''.
its only resuming xD no big, i wanna keep it a surprise
so these are the rules:
Alex is 16, he has black and long hair (kinda like jeff but longer and what we can call ''emo style'') , he's pretty pale, his eyelids are grayish black from insomnia, his eyes are green (blue is acceptable) he's very skinny
Kuroshitsuji Halloween It was eleven at night on the infamous day of Halloween; the enormous manor looked eerily quiet and intimidating. No children this far out in the country went to go trick or treating at the haunted grounds of the enormous residence A crow with blood red eyes was preening itself on a tombstone when he spotted three girls, a few troublemakersKuroshitsuji Halloween1 year ago in Horror More Like This
"We're not going in there! Someone lives in there, which is breaking and entering." Alison shouted at her friends as they stood near the manor's front gates.
"Don't be a wuss! Whoever is in there is probably dead, or a ghost " Veronica made creepy ghost-like hands, which frightened the youngest, Sophia.
"Shut up Veronica! I hate that when you do that! Halloween is the most haunted, cursed, and violent of holidays Everything is coming out to get you Witches, werewolves, ghosts-"
"Sophia, there is no such thing as those creatures. They are just fictional creatures created by authors to get a g
Would it be Weird?Tom was laying on his bed listening to his ipod while twirling a dreadlock around his finger. Tom was a brilliant multitasker. He heard the door to his room open and heard a swoosh as someone rushed in and sat on the ground, leaning against the wall.Would it be Weird?5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Bill?" Tom guessed without looking up.
"Ugh." Bill huffed.
Bill was Tom's identical twin brother, you wouldn't be able to tell by looking at them, but it was true.
"What now?" Tom sighed, Bill was prone to whining about little things, like chipping a nail or a sequin falling off a jacket.
"She dumped me." Bill looked up to Tom.
"Why? Was she pissed that your makeup was better than hers or something?" Tom said sarcastically and laughed at his own joke.
He took out his earphones to listen to Bill's reason.
"She said I was a shitty kisser." the dark haired boy replied and put his hand on his forehead.
"Oh that's never happened to me. I was just born awesome." Tom faked a serious tone.
"Hah! You were the defective twin!" Bill pointed a finger
.:The Birds and the Bees:."Mommy, Daddy...I want a sibling".:The Birds and the Bees:.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
.:The Birds and the Bees :.
Peter stood there with a puppy like look on his face. You and Sweden had been working in the garden out in his backyard when little Sealand returned from his friend Latvia's house. Having seen how much fun it was to have siblings....especially when hiding from creepy Mr. Russia, had awoken his younger sibling interest.
You felt your eye twitch as you cleared your throat to speak, mind sort of blank on how to respond to such an innocent demand like that from a child. You and Sweden had just gotten back together after a little fiasco which involved that troublesome Danish drunk so kids were out of the question...or so you had convinced yourself. "Peter sweety...I'm sorry but...the answer is no."
This was the last thing Sealand had wanted to hear. He stomps his foot as his face scrunched with anger. He litterally l
PatientI was seriously contemplating killing my flatmate.Patient2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When I woke up this morning, I found Sherlock curled up asleep on the couch: red flag one. He tends to be an annoyingly early riser. I shook him awake, hoping that he wouldn't go into attack mode once he'd been startled into consciousness (It's happened. He'd raked my arm with his nails before he realized what was going on.). His eyes didn't snap open as they had in the past, but fluttered, as if he was battling for the energy.
"Wha-?" he croaked, then winced.
"Sherlock," I said gently, "It's nearly ten."
He groaned and flipped onto his stomach, burying his face in the cushion.
"Are you feeling all right?"
"I'b fide," he mumbled into the sofa.
"Really? Because you seem to be suffering from the majority of the symptoms of a cold."
His shoulders shook with a sneeze that he couldn't quite suppress.
"Make that all."
"Go away, John. There's dothing wrong with-" achoo! "Be."
I rolled my eyes and set about making some tea. "I hope you
Sherlock- BelieveCONTAINS POST-REINBACH SPOILERSSherlock- Believe2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
What was he doing here?
The grafiti'd skatepark was buzzing with the rebellious youth of London. Hair filled with gel and hairspray and even a few individuals with feathers was dyed all colors imaginable, and a few others that even John Watson had no name for. Clothes were ripped in all the wrong places for any hope of practicality, and a few men had their pants slung so low that the doctor had no idea how they managed to walk.
The army doctor shifted from one leg to the other, before quickly shifting back at the shot of pain up his right leg at the application of pressure. Damn limp. Damn leg. Damn just damn. What was he doing here? It was stupid. He was stupid.
Ten seconds. That's all he was getting to show up. Ten seconds and then John was leaving. He didn't have time for this. At this very moment he could be curled up in the corner of a dark hotel room pretending to be dead. Maybe if he pretended long enough it would happen. A man could only ho
Sherlock- The Six Fine Pearls ch2Warning- takes place post-reichenbach. So massive spoilers. Don't read if you haven't seen s2 e3.Sherlock- The Six Fine Pearls ch22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Six Fine Pearls
Based on the story 'The Sign of Four' by the wonderful Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Mary was waiting on the sidewalk, lingering almost nervously, motionless against the flow of pedestrians in either direction. Her hair was down, and she hadn't bothered to put any major make-up on.
Her face brightened with relieved happiness when she noticed John. She waited for him to join her.
"Thank you for coming," She said.
"I said I would," John smiled. "Where's Gladstone?"
"My landlady's taking care of him for the night," Mary explained.
"Right, of course." The ex-medic turned towards the street. "Shall we get a cab or ?"
"Actually, we've got some time, and it's not terribly far We could wa-" Her eyes suddenly caught on John's cane and she flushed. "Er- a cab's fine."
John noticed her train of thought. "I'd be fine walking." He offered.
"No, I wouldn't want "
One Life Ch.8 It Is DoneChapter 8: It is Done!One Life Ch.8 It Is Done8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lord Sesshoumaru had been gone for a week and still had not returned by the time the panther demon tribe leader had arrived, though he was a full day early. Jaken had welcomed him and his two traveling companions and had shown them to the main house. Rin had stayed out of sight, preferring to observe.
The first panther demon to enter the main house was quite intriguing. She had never seen a panther demon before. He had pitch black hair that fell to his shoulders and was pulled back from his face by a leather headband. He had slightly slanted black eyes that looked around and took in everything curiously. He wore a silky black fur wrapped around his waist, and chest armor on his torso. He also wore a bow and a sling of arrows on his back.
The next one that entered took Rins breath away. She heard Jaken greet him as Lord Kazuo and he was very exotic an
One Life Ch.16 When We...Chapter 16: When We Meet AgainOne Life Ch.16 When We...8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rin couldn't believe her eyes! Her heart shuttered to a painful halt as she stared wide-eyed at the form holding her in an iron grip, her mind violently rejecting what her vision beheld.
Se…Sesshoumaru-sama! No! He's dead! Her inner voice of reason shrieked at her. That solid, knowing, reason which was founded on Master Kane's assurance of her Lord's death, founded on the last image she had of him. The memory of what happened burned across her mind as she stared at him.
She had screamed until her throat was raw as they dragged her through the trees. And then she had screamed until there was no sound left. She had struggled and fought, all the while, her only thought being of Sesshoumaru. The creature dragging her struggling body had snarled, growled, howled, and laughed as the others that followed slashed at her broken body.
Sherlock- Fever Dreams JWWWarning- contains post- Reichenbach angst/spoilersSherlock- Fever Dreams JWW2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A John Watson's War fic
John was sick.
Not sniffles sick. Not even hacking cough or runny nose or 'I lost my voice' sick. He was sick. The kind of sick that wracks your body hot then cold, that leaves you shivering in a corner and simultaneously fearing but longing for sleep.
And to make it worse, he was alone. In a shady motel. On the floor, too weak to move to the bed or the ripped chair in the corner.
His hand twitched towards his phone on the table, and after what was surely way too much effort, he managed to slide it off. It hit the carpeted floor with a thud and he let it sit there for a moment as he stared at it, deciding who to call. He forced his clammy fingers to close around it and punch in a number.
"Hello, dearie!" cried the phone after two rings. It laid beside his face because he wasn't certain he could keep it held to his ear for long enough. "It's been ages since you last phoned, how are you holding up? The flat