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Karkat Vantas x Reader Warnings: Uses female pronouns for reader, Karkat could be human or troll tbh whatever you want, mentions of death/depression/suicide ~ I used to say I wanna die before I'm old, Karkat remembers how much of a mess he was before he met (Y/N). The world was such a dark place. He'd dealt with criticism from his family for as long as he could remember, most notably from his older brother. He could never seem to make any of them happy no matter how hard he tried. He was always too this, or not enough that. Tried too hard or too little. He'd come to realize he'd never be enough for anyone. His girlfriend, or now, ex-gi

“Blue!” “AlRiGhT moThErFuCkErS. lEt mE GeT ThIs sHoW On tHe rOaD.” “gamzee, how diid you even get a giirl? 2eriiou2ly.” “ShIt, SoL. i dUnNo. It jUsT AlL Up aNd mOtHeRfUcKiNg hApPeNeD.” “CAN WE PLEASE JUST FUCKING GET TO THE STORY? JEGUS.” - You weren't on the in crowd at Sburb University, though you probably could have been a cheerleader if you wanted to be. You preferred to focus on your studies for Uniburb, as everyone seemed to dub it. You weren't known for being as outgoing as most, and you preferred to keep to yourself most of the time. Your name is [Full Name], and you ju

“White!” “move out the way, biitche2. 2hiit'2 about two get 2eriiou2.” “OH MY GOD.” “oH, i'M GOING TO BE IN THIS ONE, bECAUSE I KNOW THAT I KNEW [NAME] BEFORE YOU DID,” “yeah tav. ii mean, you and 2he were hangiing out when-” “START FUCKING TELLING IT ALREADY!” - Sburb University. It was pretty much the only University that accepted trolls as teachers along with students. The day Sollux met you, he was pretty much just minding his own  business. Since his roommate kk had moved out to live with his girlfriend, he was accepting a new one later in the day. But for now

Warning: Dark themes ahead! This is purely fiction and is only intended as such. Humans make mistakes. They do it all the time. That's why forgiveness exists. Otherwise we'd all be holding grudges. You couldn't understand why Light didn't see that. Where was the forgiveness when it came to him? Did he just not know how to empathize, to sympathize, with anyone? Once upon a time, you'd been free enough in your own life to at least feel like you could make your decisions and not worry too much about them. That was before Light came along and turned you into some sort of ballerina, tiptoeing around eggshells on a daily basis. At first things

"Hey, Mommy?" Your head perked up from the dishes in the sink to the five-year-old sitting in the living room. He's on the floor, legs criss-crossed, and far too close to the television for you comfort. You'd told him time and time again to sit back a bit, regretfully using the line your mother did on you --about the screen causing blindness, but that warning was ignored. Especially when the "Caped Baldy" was on the screen. Ever since his appearance and his recent gain in popularity, your son worshiped his existence. It was still just a rumor, one that numerous blogs argued and tried to disprove according to your son, but when he learned

Viridity (n.) naïve innocence "No, No! They're not a part of this!" "Go grab them too, Levi." Levi didn't spare Reiner a glance before directing his new squad to follow him to the barracks. Reiner was seated on his knees, hands behind his back, chained. He kept his eyes cast down, unable to look into the merciless eyes of the leader he had false respect for the whole time. "This is such a waste, you know?" Hanji had said with her ample enthusiasm. "Such amazing skill we've seen in soldiers, only to have been played out as a farce." Erwin kept his cold glare tied to Reiner's very soul. Was it possible to even feel guilty about this?

He semi-loved his brothers. I mean - He disliked them. Sometimes. Other times, they were bearable, and those little feelings of fluff are quickly smothered down to the bottom of his stomach the minute he notices them. The way Dick will rub his hair like he did when he was 10 or how his younger brothers would look after him if he couldn't look after himself - They were okay. Most of the time. "Oh - she looks cute!" Most of the time! Get away from her! She's mine! Dick runs his eyes up and down (Y/N)'s figure with a nod. "Hmm... yes... I can see why you like her Jason." He honestly didn't care what Dick thought. If he could just grab

His eyes follow her figure as she moves across the stage. She twirls in a fluffy pink tutu, doing stunts that were difficult to do without practice, and so she treads carefully whilst looking elegant at the same time. His eyes no longer waver from her performance, not even to look at the other performers, because in some twisted away he felt like he was cheating on her if he dared look upon another woman. She was the only one he adored. The only one he admired. The only one he could have. So when he goes backstage to meet her, he's fuming when he sees another boy handing her a rose. She accepts it politely with smiles and charm. The boy cont