Johnkat- Flushed for youJohnkat- Flushed for you2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Okay, so here's how you play. I choose two random people from this list and they go up to the middle of the room to confess their feelings for eachother. You just pick up one of those cards with pictures of quadrants on them and show the other person. All you need to do then is wait for a reaction. If you don't have feelings for the other person, you forfeit and don't get another turn. Any questions?"
Terezi raised her hand,"Yeah, why the hell is Equius here?!"
Nepeta growled back,"Hey! Don't be mean to Equius!" She turned her head to look at Kanaya. "I have a question too. May I volunteer?"
Kanaya looked a bit shocked,"Oh, I don't know but I guess it would be alright with me." Kanaya dragged her finger along the list with her eyes closed. She stopped on a random name, as she said she would. She read it aloud,"Nepeta Leijon."
Nepeta smiled and clapped her paws. She quickly held up the flushed quadrant in front of herself with a giggle. "I love you, Nepeta! I love you too, Nepeta!", sh
Of Seashells, Stories, and New Discoveries (Pt. 1)Of Seashells, Stories, and New Discoveries (Pt. 1)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
*Your character is human, but is currently unaware of the trolls. Feferi has cleverly disguised herself as a human, just so y'all know.*
The sun is shining, there's a nice breeze, and there's not a cloud in the sky. You decide to take advantage of this perfect spring day and go to the beach. You call up your best friend Feferi, and the two of you set off for the beach. You get there, and see it's pretty crowded, so you head off towards the most remote part of the shore. It's your favorite spot anyway, so you don't really mind. As you finish setting up, Feferi suggests you look for seashells. She's got this thing for seashells, you see. She says they remind her of home. She also always wears this weird hat, but she's kinda touchy about it, so you don't usually mention it. You walk along the shoreline, and you find some pretty cool shells. In the distance, you see a figure facedown in the sand, unmoving.
“Oh my god!” you break out into a sprint. “We have to help him!!
Talking to Rabbits - FrUKArthur was walking around when he saw a little bunny, all alone. He walked up to it. "Hello," he said.Talking to Rabbits - FrUK4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The bunny tilted its head up to stare at the boy, but it didn't run away, look scared, or attack. In fact, it almost looked like the animal was trying to greet the child back.
The Brit leaned forward and gently picked the creature up. "Hi, bunny. My name's Arthur. What's your name?" he asked it.
The rabbit, being a rabbit, didn't say anything back; Arthur, being Arthur, thought he heard the rabbit reply.
"Really? Wow, so we have the same name!" Wanting to know more about the bunny, Arthur continued to ask it questions. "Do you have a crush on any bunnies?" he asked.
"Oh, that sounds cute, you should tell her that! And since you're a prince and she's a princess, I'm sure you two can get married and have lots of bunny babies!"
"What? Oh... well, I guess I kind of like someone right now."
A bird chirped somewhere overhead.
"His name is Francis. He has long, girly h
Sheltering Home: Honey Tea Part 1Sheltering Home: Honey Tea Part 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sheltering Home (Sollux X Reader)
Beth pointed you to a small cat carrier and sighed. “He’s in time out right now. He threw a bit of a temper tantrum, and…” She held up a bandaged finger to convey her meaning.
You raised an eyebrow. Was this supposed to be encouraging you to adopt this guy? You knelt in front of the carrier and peered in.
A strange grub like creature glared back at you. His body was a rather bright yellow, but his humanoid head was grey, with messy black hair sticking up. He had two pairs of horns, and if that wasn’t weird enough, he had mismatched red and blue eyes.
The two of you stared at each other for a moment, before you turned to Beth, too shocked to speak. She rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly and forced herself to laugh.
“He sure looks weird, huh? Anyway, he’s a grub, and he needs a home. You’ve got room and no parents to stop you, so think you can take care of him? At least until I find a m
FrUk- I wish to help... Fire sent the sky ablaze even in the darkest night as bombers made their way across chilled skies, their burdens dropped on a defenseless city. But... so was the way with war. He watched the skies shoot flames as another explosion erupted in the streets of London, men, women, and children fleeing for cover and their lives as their homes were turned to ash.FrUk- I wish to help...5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was nothing he could do but watch, gaze across the Channel as his precious person was harmed because he could do nothing. Germany had taken his own precious city, Paris left in ruin under the soldiers of the man he once believed to be a friend. Germany's new boss had corrupted the country, turning him against the world when Ludwig would never have done so this viciously before. Perhaps it was his fault... after all, he had been ready to reduce Germany to nothing after the first Great war.
Now, none were spared in his path to victory, and so Francis could only watch, watch from his captivity a
Eridan x Reader: Hurt Hearts and CloudsYou sighed, laying in the empty field watching the clouds pass was one of your favorite things to do. You were a troll with Olive blood, a hive hidden in a thick green forest, and who loved to relax in the sunshine. Most trolls found you weird and wanted nothing to do with you. However you had friends that you had met on Trollian. They were very interesting although you had to admit, you had started to develop red feelings for one specific troll. Sadly you knew there was no way he had any interest in a low-blood such as yourself, what with him being a highblood and a seadweller to boot.Eridan x Reader: Hurt Hearts and Clouds4 years ago in Romance More Like This
You brought out your husktop from your sylladex. You liked your sylladex because you had designed it yourself so it worked for your quick retrieval and organizational skills. You logged on and saw that Eridan was trying to get a hold of you. You felt a blush creep onto your cheeks unbidden.
--caligulasAquarium [CA] began Trolling (TrollianHandle) [ ] at 12:50 --
[CA]: (Name)! (Name)!
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Sense (JohnXKarkat)You love everything about him.Sense (JohnXKarkat)3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
You love how he smells.
You press your nose in his soft black hair. The silky locks tickle your nose as you inhale. He smells like wind and rain, and something sweet, like sugar. You fill your lungs with his scent, the smell etched familiarly in your memories. His scent engulfs you when you pull his soft shirt over his head.
You love how he looks.
Your hands roam around his thin body, caressing, exploring. His glasses are askew on his face, and you reach out and gently fix them back into place. His mesmerizing eyes, those blue, blue eyes crack open and lock onto yours. His smile shows off his endearing bucked teeth, and you can't help but lean over and press your lips to his.
You love how he tastes.
Your tongue flicks against his lips, causing him to gasp in surprise. You wait for him to close his mouth before asking again, this time the message clear as he opens his mouth for you. Your tongue dances slowly, gently with his. He tastes like the warm cocoa
Johnkat Fic 1Your name is John Egbert, and you are currently cooking supper for your boyfriend.Johnkat Fic 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
You're seventeen, and you've long since gotten over the whole "not a homosexual" thing. You came to terms with it during one of your usual movie nights with a certain nubby-horned troll about two years ago. Sitting close to him didn't usually have too many effects, but when you watched that last scene in Con Air, and seeing a few red-tinted tears stream down the cancer's face, something in you just snapped, and you really wanted to lean over and kiss him. So you did.
You look over at the troll sitting at the kitchen table, and grin at him. He looks at you with a deadpanned stare. He's wearing his symbolic black cancer sweater, with black skinny jeans that hugged his small frame pretty enticingly. The troll's jet-black hair is slightly askew, and his candy-corn colored horns can barely be seen. His now bright red irises almost glowing in his yellow sclera.
"Oh, come on Karkat! Lighten up, I'm
Shifting Nights Chapter 16 Preview (JohnXKarkat)The crisp snow crunches softly under your boot.Shifting Nights Chapter 16 Preview (JohnXKarkat)2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Your breath puffs out in front of you in small gasps as you sprint through the night. You’re the only disturbance in the cold winter air. Your cheeks, the tip of your nose and your ears are red from being exposed to the elements for too long.
The trees whip past you as you run, dark shapes in your peripheral vision. You leap over a fallen log, barely avoiding falling face first into the snow. Dead branches whip at your face, one leaving a particularly nasty cut sliced into your cheek. You can feel the warm blood rise to the surface of your skin and begin to well over your face. You keep running.
After a few more minutes, you slow to a jog, coming into a small clearing. Your harsh, ragged breaths are the only thing you can hear at the moment.
You don’t notice the quiet whisper of paws stealthily brushing the snow.
You stop in the middle of the clearing and attempt to catch your breath. Your throat aches from overexertion in the
Just Like the Cats - FrUK"Francis, your stupid cat keeps shedding all over everything," a grumpy Brit huffed as he picked a few long, white cat hairs off of his sweater.Just Like the Cats - FrUK4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"It is your own fault, Arthur, for wearing those ugly things you call 'sweaters'. Per'aps my cat is doing you a favour and trying to force you to get rid of them, yes?"
"Maybe your stupid cat is trying to get himself kicked out. Don't you ever comb him?"
"Of course I do! Do I look like a man who does not take care of his cat?"
"You sure as hell look like a man who doesn't take care of his stupid stubble," Arthur mumbled to himself under his breath.
"At least I do not glue caterpillars onto my face and claim they are my eyebrows," the Frenchman sang out. Seriously. It was like the man had super-hearing or something.
"Stop it with talking about my fucking eyebrows... of all things..."
"Shh, Arthur!" Francis stepped forward and placed his index finger against the other's mouth. "Not in front of the children!"
Arthur grunted and bit the old