FiskeFyren needs to be kicked off the internet.He's quite disorganized in his thinking and it's very important you don't try to organize it, or he'll insult everything you stand for, block you, and then send his sock puppet account :iconhardlyalive: to finish what's left of you off... If you know him, you'll understand, but just for starters, here's what he does: He makes controversial stamps and demotivational posters (which, are not artistic, btw. They're just words typed onto an image). This is all mostly fine, but he has a terrible habit of attacking and blocking the opposing side without listening to them, even if you have a valid opinion. So, if you ever feel like challenging yourself sometime, try getting your point across. I dare youMore Like This
EDIT: Apparently some people don't like to read, such as Fiske's personal boot-licker lisa-im-laerm , and will blindly attack those that oppose the mighty FiskeFyren, so I will give these people an easy to use TL;DR: I do not hate and will not hate
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Porrim sighed, rolling her eyes at Cronus as he walked towards Dirk's friend, (Y/N). Honestly, five minutes into seeing the girl after Dirk mentioning her once or twice and he was already trying to hit on her!
"Hey, cupcake. You believwe in lovwe at first sight, or should I walk by again?" he purred, and the girl tilted her head, innocently.
"You must be good at baking!" she chirped, and Cronus frowned.
"Vwhat d'you mean by that, kitten?"
The girl smiled sweetly again. "Cause those are some damn fine buns!" she told him, walking past him and pinching his butt as she went.
He froze, and his face went completely purple, earfins fluttering as the girl walked off, while Porrim raised an eyebrow.
This could be interesting.
The next time Cronus saw the girl, he went right up to her. Okay. So she was interested? He didn't even know.
"Hey, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" he asked, winking. She blinked and smiled widely.
"Are you a parking ticket?" she asked, and he wondered what she me
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==========> Something thin and soft
You were mortified to come up infront of everyone. Yeah maybe normaly you were a relaxed laid back person, but situations like this made you a blushing mess, which you currently were. Your hand came across something that felt pleasent enough and you pulled it out. A glove? I inspected the glove, seeing it had a pattern of bones on it, you knew exactly who it belonged to. "Kurloooooooz! Get your mimein' ass up hereeeee......." Heads turned as the mute stood from his spot and made his way over to you. He held out his hand and it took a second for you to rejester what he wanted. "O-Oh yeah your glove." You hand it to him and he slips it on, then holds his hand out again. "Um.....I don't....have anything...." He shakes his head and with his free hand, takes you by the wrist and drapes your hand over his and holds it gently. "O-Oh.....you wanted....to guide me to the closet." Nodding, he gives you a small soft smile. "We don't gots allll night you two!" D
Of Notebooks and Broken Friendships - CronusMore Like This
Of Notebooks And Broken Friendships
The greaser-wannabe grinned down at me, shark-like teeth keeping his trademark cigarette in his mouth. Although, I’d never seen him light it, it was usually just a prop of sorts, adding to his ‘cool factor.’
“vwell, I alvways knewv girls fell for me, but I nevwer thought you’d be one of ‘em! right into my arms too, howv convwenient~” Cronus said, a teasing tone to his voice as he winked at me, one gray hand moving from its spot on my hip to take the cigarette from his mouth so he could speak clearly. His grin slowly fell as his milky white eyes took in my tear-stained face, and it seemed to register something was wrong.
“doll? is somefin vwrong?” He asked, a worried expression replacing the cocky grin as he tucked the cigarette into one of the pockets in his leather jacket and resting his hand on my hip again. I sniffled, not sure if I’d be
True Love (Human!Eridan x Reader)Eridan was not sure when it began but as far as he is concerned, he felt extreme jealousy for Sollux everytime you laughed at something that he said. Feferi would then distract him with her talk. She was his only friend. And he was her closest friend. They had been friends since childhood, but Feferi just knows how to deal with people better than Eridan. She got a lot of friends while he handpicked the person he chose to speak to. His pride and ego was indeed humongous.More Like This
You glanced at Eridan. Then you went back to your conversation with Sollux. It was not easy getting that aristocrat to notice you. You beat him in tests and joined extra-curricular activities in hopes that he will get to notice you. Unfortunately, it just made him more competitive against you and seemed to notice no other person besides his best friend, Feferi.
Eridan grew irritated at how he can barely think up any ideas to get you to speak with him. How could a low class like Sollux enjoy your company, l
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(A/N humanstuck AU, Karkat x ???!reader)
Karkat sat on the green grass, sighing in defeat as he watched everyone play with each other. Aradia was with Sollux again, Tavros was hanging out with Gamzee and Dave, Nepeta was playing with Equius, John was talking to Terezi and Jade and Feferi and Eridan were arguing. Gog knows where Rose and Kanaya were. Karkat doubts he wants to know anyways. The boy quietly hummed to himself, eyes masked with hurt scanning the scene before him. It wasn't like he actually fit in with the group, always being grumpy and all, but even if he was the leader, he was the lone leader.
"Why the down face?" A girl sat down beside him, causing Karkat to let out a shocked yelp.
"What the fuck, you shouldn't scare people like that, the hell did you come from, anyway?" Karkat hissed, but it didn't affect the cheerful girl at all.
"Do you need to be cheered up? A frown doesn't suit your face. Maybe some cheesy pick-up lines would work!"
"Oh nonoNO DON'T YOU
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--If you can, please listen to http://homestuck.bandcamp.com/track/unlabeled , this short story was inspired by this song!--
Karkat x Pianist!Reader
Picking up the unlabeled record, the blind troll placed it gently onto the gramophone, hoping that it would give her what she was looking for, or rather, smelling for.
(Name) lifted the piano cover, looking at the sheets that she had drawn out. She had been working on this piece for days, trail and error –ing it, trying to make the perfect piece that displayed every emotion she had never shown.
First, was that one heartbreaking scene when she found out her boyfriend had dumped her.
Second was the depression that followed after thinking she was incredibly useless.
Her fingers hit the flat key, then the respective chords. Her right hand began to press the proper keys as her (eye colour) eyes read the notes on the crumpled sheets.
Karkat grumbled in frustration as he searched high and low for the girl. She was in the room a second a