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“Aradia?” Karkat asked, “You’re sure. You’re absolutely sure it was her?” “How could I possibly mistake her?” His voice seemed hostile at the very thought of not recognizing her. He was visibly shaken, it wasn’t certain if that was from excitement or something else. John stirred in the bed and whimpered at Karkat’s missing warmth, “What’s going on?” He rubbed his eyes and sat up, “Sollux? What are you doing here?” The blind troll ignored John, “She had something very important to tell me. But I fucking woke up before she could say anything. I’m so worthles

Your name is Dirk Strider and it’s finally over. The twisted “game” you were forced to play to save your life as well as the lives of your friends has finally come to an end. It spit you back out into the world as a hollowed shell of who you used to be. Worse things happened to the most important person to you. There aren’t words to describe the horrors that Jake had to face. Both from inside himself and his surroundings. Sometimes, you’re not even sure time can heal the wounds he has. They are so deep that even the powers of a god can’t keep them from scarring. It wasn’t a cakewalk for you either. When yo

"John are you ok?" Karkat stuck his head out of the shower they were previously sharing and looked at his quivering Matesprit. John never answered and through the fogged mirrors Karkat could see blue tears. "John?" The other troll blasted Karkat with a wide range of feelings from anger to depression before covering his face with his hands. "No I'm not ok Karkat!" Carefully Karkat moved from the shower to stand behind John, "Would you like to tell me what's wrong?" "No," John sniffled. Moving slowly Karkat wrapped his arms around John and pulled him close, "You have to tell me, I can't help unless you tell me what's wrong." "I don't want

Dear Jake, 24 Days Since Power Outage. It's been a while hasn't it? Maybe not for you, but for me. It's really quite amazing when you think about it, how much we rely on technology. How much of our lives are dictated by the ease and security that electricity provides us. It's actually moronically ironic. The thing that keeps us close is the thing that rips us apart. I pray my last letter reached you. I can't really be sure; it's so hard to calibrate the transporter without my computers aid. There's only enough power to run that one machine, anything else would be pushing my small generator a bit too far. Repairs should commence soon. I hope

Your name is Dirk Strider and you are currently freaking the fuck out. You’ve always thought of yourself as the cool one, the man in control, the one with the plan and the guy who always has the answer to everything. There was never anything in your mind that could prepare you for the biggest obstacle you’ve ever faced. That obstacle happened to be one Jake English. Jake English. The boy you’ve been dreaming about meeting for years. The very same boy you’ve had a crush on since you were thirteen. He’s tall, and tan, and about as awkward as you. You watch him shift from foot to foot, then smile a bit and walk forward

The hall was shrouded in shadows, but none of this was new to Sollux. It had been a few months since the accident that rendered him blind and weak, seeing darkness was something he had long begun accustomed to. 'Though,' he thought about it, 'it wasn't really an accident, Eridan and I were both asking for it.' He proceeded down the hall, sweeping the cane back and forth feeling for objects on the ground. Being blind was a hassle, but it wasn't the worst thing that could have happened to him. At least he had someone who had gone through it before, 'Thank the fucking gods we are aren't on Alternia anymore.' The news about Karkat and John's rec

CG: HEY. CG: HELLO? CG: FOR FUCKS SAKE SOMEONE SAY SOMETHING. CG: IS ANYONE OUT THERE? CG: ANYBODY? CG: PLEASE JUST SAY ONE GODDAMN WORD. CG: SOMEBODY. CG: ANYBODY. CG: PLEASE. Your name is Karkat Vantas and you're the epitome of fuck ups. The best of the best and, you know what they say; it's lonely at the top. It's also pretty lonely on a frozen rock that's hurtling through space and time. You're almost certain you made the correct choice though; there is nothing in your mind that bothers to correct you. Worthless, that's what you are. Worthless and dangerous. If it hadn't been for you all your friends would be alive. If you hadn'

Karkat was different. You're not sure if it was his shockingly white hair or red eyes or the way he seemed to scowl at everything in your house. Maybe it was the way he would watch movies that were so girly they should spew sparkles and rainbows through the DVD player. Or possibly it was the fact that he looked right at you the first time you saw him walk in through that door. It was probably that. And you should probably back up and explain some stuff. First off, your name is John Egbert and you happen to be dead. You're a ghost and a pretty good trickster in your opinion. You've been dead for years now, but unfortunately for reasons yo

"Karkat! I'm going out for a little bit. I'll be home soon, you mentioned something about being out of popcorn, do you still want me to get you some?" "Yeah sure," a voice called from the other room, "just make sure you actually remember to come home this time. I know how you love to fly around for hours." Karkat could hear John giggles until he was out the door. "Fucking idiot, I swear, why do I love him?" He paused flipping the channel, "Oh yeah, because he's somehow godly perfect." The troll hadn't been paying attention to the TV but now he wished he had. It was always when he let his guard down that something bad happened. The news upda

May 27 Y.O.P1, 2:00pm The peacekeepers are instructing us to stand in the roped areas by age.  There are about a thousand or so other seventeen year old's standing with me.  A woman or what I think is a woman takes the stage with "Hello, Hello!  I would like to welcome you all the the 1st Annual Hunger Games!  Today, one boy and one girl will be selected to honor their district and country in the 1st Annual Hunger Games!"  She looks like a peacock.  Blue and green feathered hair, a feathery blue and green dress with gold pumps also with blue and green feathers.  I mean I l