.:~GaMzEe~:.My nAmE Is gAmZeEMore Like This
AnD I DoNt kNoW WhAtS WrOnG WiTh mE
ThE SoPeR SlImE Is gOnE
AnD WiThOuT It
I No lOnGeR FeEl cArE FrEe
RiGhT NoW Im dEbAtInG On wHo mY FiRsT ViCtIm wIlL Me
Or aS ThE OlIvE BlOoD ScReAmEd bEfOrE ShE DiEd
EridanxReader What Are You Doing New Year's Eve?A/N: HEY GUYS! I know this is silly, but you gotta have some stupid fluff here and there, amiright? It's really funny, I had a writer's block for a whole month, and then today I just went YOU KNOW WHAT WE SHOULD DO A NEW YEAR THEMED ONEMore Like This
"Hey, Karkat, what are you doing for New Year’s Eve?”
"I'M GOING TO PLAY VIDEO GAMES WITH SOLLUX. YOU'RE NOT COMING."
You wince at the capitals. “Oh, but why?”
“LOOK, I'D BRING YOU IF I COULD BUT SOLLUX HAS INSISTED THAT THIS GAMING SESSION IS GOING TO BE GIRL-FREE.
“BECAUSE THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED BLACK OPS WITH US, YOU GOT PINNED DOWN SO MANY TIMES THAT WE SPENT MORE THAN HALF THE FUCKING GAME TRYING TO GET YOU BACK UP AGAIN.
“Then maybe we should play another game for once!”
“I'LL TRY AND CONVINCE HIM. BUT FOR NOW, GO SPEND TIME WITH ONE OF YOUR OTHER FRIENDS.
“You’re my moirail, Karkat! You're supposed to spend--”
“I'LL TALK TO YOU LATER, SOMEBOD
Kurloz Makara x FEMReader Purple Dreams ch1More Like This
My earliest memory. The starting point of where I am now. This memory, was it a blessing? Or that of a sin?
I couldn't tell.
That memory I cherish so closely but so cautiously, defined what I know now, and defines that of which I do not know.
Rather than a sin or blessing, a chance, for better or for worse, it was a chance.
I've heard the stories, the rumors about the mute girl, never once showing expression since the day she was found. Rumors on which start as a fact but being so used and stretched, that it is a lie beyond one could comprehend.
She never asked for this, she never knew why this was her fate, and, I still don't.
I'm not mute, nor do I never show emotion, they just believe what they hear and believe what they see, not once have they looked pasted that. Not once have they listened in so deeply, so determinedly, that in the midst of the silent abyss, there's a small voice, that of a girl, wanting someone to be there and to just listen. Not once have they