SlendercoltEmber inched his way into the Ever Free forest, shivering from the cold, unnatural feeling the woods gave him. Every little crack of a tree branch under his hooves made him jump out of his skin.More Like This
"Calm down Ember." he whispered to himself.
"It wasn't that scary with Angel, so why should it be now, right? Right. EEP!" He jumped at the sound of an owl, hooting above him. He craned his neck to see it, and tip-toed onward. The clouds churned overhead, warning of a storm, unplanned by the Pegasus ponies, and he wondered just what would happen if he was caught in it.
As thunder clapped above him, he passed the river where the mysterious scaled appendage nearly caught him, silently questioning why it wasn't showing it's self now. He hopped over the slippery rocks, into the deeper parts of the forest, ignoring his gut instinct to run.
As he walked on the increasingly precarious path, strewn with branches, vines, pebbles and the like, all waiting for an opportunity to trip him up, he thought bac
Karkat's Flush-Crush, pt. 1Another day in the lab. Dreay, almost. A few trolls were there- Kanaya and Vriska having a conversation in the corner, Gamzee dancing idly near his horn pile, and Nepeta, in whom he was currently trolling from across the room.More Like This
CG: I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M SINKING THIS LOW. I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M ASKING A CAT GIRL TO JOIN MY TEAM. I ALSO CAN'T BELIEVE THAT I HAVEN'T DIED OF A RAGE ANEURYSM IN MY THINK PAN YET. JUST...NO, FORGET IT.
L4D2 - Mess-Maker p2Warning: This has Nellis in it, just FYI. Don't like it? Oh well!More Like This
"Oh mah GAWD, is that what I think it is??"
Ellis dropped his machete and let his mouth hang wide open. Nick did the same with the sheet he was holding and shook his head incredulously.
"If by 'it' you mean a fucking baby, then I'm not the only one hallucinating."
"It looks real enough to me, Nick. Even sounds real!" Ellis said, leaning in closer to the crib. "I think it's a girl, on account a' all the pink."
"Okay, that's great and all, but the whole point is that there's a fucking baby here."
Ellis lifted an eyebrow at the con-man. "Yeah? What's so hard ta understand, Nick?"
"No, no, no. What's hard for you to understand is that this thing is here in the first place. After months of zombies strolling in and out of this city, how is it that it's still alive?"
"Well, how am I supp
Isolation -Chapter 5-Chapter 5More Like This
Karkat sighed as he looked at Gamzee who was vacuuming.
Something was very wrong with that picture. Karkat was lying in the couch, hugging a pillow, while Gamzee Makara was vacuuming Karkat's apartment. Gamzee never vacuumed. And Karkat always kept things tidy. Yet he was lying in the couch, watching Gamzee clean up. Which he had been doing for quite some time, in silence.
Oh well. Nothing had been like normal these last days... Karkat had been a wreck, and Gamzee had really been doing his best to help. Karkat could see that not smoking was starting to make Gamzee easier to irritate. The other had snapped more times than Karkat could count, but he always apologized once he had calmed down a bit. But Karkat knew that he deserved it. God, when he thought about it... Gamzee might never have wanted to become his friend if he hadn't been on drugs when they met. When he was high he had such an easy time dealing with Karkat's pissy attitude.
And no one deserved to have
bucket intruderhe's climbin in your respite blocksMore Like This
he's snatchin your buckets up
tryna fill em so y'all need to
hide your morails, hide your matesprit
hide your morails, hide your matesprit
hide your morails, hide your matesprit
and hide your kismess
cuz they're fillin all the buckets out here
The Sick Texan and the Faking Drummer"Hey, guys!" Micky called as he slid down the rail of the spiral staircase, "What's for breakfast? I'm starved!"More Like This
Peter looked up from the television to meet the drummer's eyes. "Good morning, Micky. I'm doing swell, thanks for asking."
"Sorry, Pete." micky apologized sheepishly, "I'm just so hungry I could eat a-- Mike!"
"Sorry mate," Davy called from the next room, "I'm afraid I draw the line at cannibalism."
"No, no! Not eat mike! I forgot to wake him up!"
"He's a big boy, isn't he? He can wake himself up!"
Micky groaned. "He had an interview today and asked me to wake him early so he could get ready!" Speaking of the green-hatted devil, a sleepy, bedraggled Mike came trudging downstairs. "Look, Mike, I'm sorry I forgot to wake you up, I--"
He stopped for a minute and looked over his bandmate, housemate, and friend. "You feelin' alright, mate?" Davy asked before Micky had the chance. "You look a bit under the weather."
Mike responded with a small grunt, then a quick rub of his nose.
APH Sickfic: FraCan: Feverish"Papa...? I'm home..."More Like This
Little Matthew quietly closed the door behind him as he stepped into his quaint house which he lived in with his father, Francis. Today had been a long day at school, and Matthew wanted to greet his father before he took some rest.
Glancing uneasily about the house, Matthew walked into the kitchen, where he found Francis, who was just about to start making dinner for the two of them.
"Hi, daddy." Matthew said softly. Francis looked up, and smiled warmly at the small child. "Matthew!" Kneeling down, he embraced him in a hug. "How was school today, mon amour?"
"Fine..." Matthew mumbled tiredly. Francis frowned slightly. "Did something happen?" "Just the usual." Matthew admitted, looking down at his hands. "The teacher didn't notice me when I raised my hand for the answer for the homework... again."
"Hmm..." Francis tilted his head slightly. "That is strange. Did you see Alfred during recess?"
"Well, yes." Matthew gave a small nod. "But he was too busy reading those
Winter in the Haven - WIP It was chill day way up in the clouds. The Haven was gleaming brightly, white snow blending with the white buildings. The alabaster walls of towers and turrets rose up all around, casting dim shadows into every nook and cranny, but the garland-strung lampposts lining the wide streets dispelled most of the darkness. Everywhere bits of red and green brought color to the shining white city, giving warmth to the cold winter air.More Like This
Near the center of the bustling skycity one building in particular was sparkling with radiance. The Falcon's Roost was all decked in out its holiday best! Small Christmas lights were strung all about the eves, winking invitingly. A large tree stood near the window, its ornaments glistening through the thick glass. The place was a popular hangout for young Caeli, a place to practice magic, study, and chat with their friends, away from the scolding of their elders. Inside many of the black-haired beings sat reading, talking,
Sick Days and Soup(A Vantascest Short: SignKarKri)Author's Note (A/N): This one is a pairing of all 3 Vantases. Signless/Sufferer x Karkat x Kankri type thing right here. It was requested by an anon on Tumblr... Thank you, anon! Good idea, by the way.More Like This
I wasn't sure whether to make it perfectly platonic or not, so I made it more like Kankri is falling hard for Karkat (and maybe Karkat feels the same) whereas the Signless is just fond of him. I hope that is okay.
(I feel like this is shit)
If there's one thing you hate, it is being sick.
Your name is Karkat Vantas. Currently, you are laying in a human bed, and your forehead is hotter than the flames of hell. The rest of you is shaking from chills, and you're constantly switching from hot and cold. If that doesn't already suck, your stoma
A short horror storya young man runs through the forest at night, desperate to seek shelter when he finds an old two-story house. hesitantly, he enters only to be met with a curiously well kept home, oddly devoid of dust or cobwebs. he tries to settle in for the night when he hears something, it sounds like someone calling out. “helloooo?" the voice calls. "hello, I’m just staying for the night", the man says. "come so I may seeee youuuuuuu" the voice beckons, unseen. the man, a bit spectacle, follows the voice. "come so I may seeee youuuuuuu" the voice repeats, again and again. the man follows the voice upstairs, where he sees nothing. As he is about to go downstairs he spots something in the far off darkened hallway.More Like This
a pale, smiling face.
“i seeeee youuuu" the face drones on, it’s smile growing large enough to split it in half. the young man, his face devoid of emotion, walks towards the strange entity who is now smiling madly. As the man appro
A Kiss to make it Feel BetterGamzee flushed the toilet, leaning against the white rim for support, the fresh taste of vomit in his mouth. Panting, he heaved himself to his feet, stumbling and leaning against the wall before he staggered to the counter, where he leaned on the edge of that as he turned on the sink. He hadn't even bothered to put on his make up today, he felt so terrible. He took a handful of water into his mouth and gurgled it, spitting it back out into the sink in an attempt to get rid of the vile taste of regurgitated food out of his mouth. Sighing, he turned off the water, looking up at himself in the mirror. Geez, he almost looked as terrible as he felt.More Like This
Hunching his shoulders, he trudged into the living room, sitting down on the couch where he was previouslybefore he had ran to the bathroom to throw up his guts again. Wrapping himself up in the fluffy blanket, he smiled slightly; he felt all nice and cozy wrapped up in that blanket, feeling the soft fabric against his skin, wearing his po
JohnKat: Afraid of ThunderMore Like This
==> Be the badass troll sitting in his room.
What the hell are you talking about? There isn’t a badass here. Next.
==> Oh. Right. Be the terrified troll hiding underneath his blankets.
That’s a bit...better?
Fuck it, who cares. Let’s get this show on the road.
Your name is KARKAT VANTAS and you HATE everything right now. You shivered violently underneath the Troll Will Smith printed covers that Gamzee had gotten you for your last Wriggling Day which was about a “year” ago; your dark-gray legs pulled up to your chest as the storm’s rain pelted harshly at your bedroom window as if it was trying to shatter it into little bits and pieces and destroy everything in your room. A soft whimper escaped from your throat, but it quickly transformed into a loud yelp when a clap of thunder boomed overhead once again. You have been afraid of the sound of thunder ever since you’ve arrived on Earth with the humans, and you refused to admit