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A new way to warm upA new way to warm upA new way to warm up by ~AngelHomieKnight
“It’s colder than fucking LOFAFin here!” Karkat complained as he walked around the house in his signature grey-black sweater that he always wore.
“Don’t be so dramatic, jade’s planet was way colder than the winters here.” John said to him from the kitchen.
“Well, I didn’t grow up here, John, you know that.”
“Oh right, Alternia didn’t have any of the kind of weather that Washington has, right?” He inquired, taking down a pair of cups from the cupboard in front of him.
“When it was cold, it wasn’t this cold.”
“I know something that’ll warm you right up.” John said simply as he got out chocolate from the refrigerator, melting it in the microwave, then adding it to the cups along with some hot water, milk and cocoa powder, making hot cocoa for the both of them.
John took the now finished cups of cocoa
Chapter 2 ASOUEChapter 2Chapter 2 ASOUE by ~AngelHomieKnight
“Sollux?” John called as he lightly knocked on the door to the room containing the troll.
Silence. There was absolutely no noise coming from inside, which is very unusual, and frightening, since the room , Sollux locked himself into had both a computer and a video game console.
“Sollux. Are you awake or are you sleeping? Should I come back later? I know you’re upset, I don’t know the reason why. Do you want to talk about it? In a pile and have a feelings jam like what moirails do?” John started talking to the troll through the door, not giving a care.
More silence, then a loud sigh.
“What do you want, JN?” The question was whispered like the owner was exhausted, which also cracked at the end.
“What was Sollux doing in there? He seems exhausted.” John thought worriedly.
“Can I come in, Sollux?”
“No, I told you to leave me alone, right?”
“Yes, but…” John started to ex
Chapter 2 ANSYALVAuthor’s note: Since, 2nd person isn’t allowed on here(Fanfiction.net)), I’ll be switching the pov. Anyways, thanks for telling me. And I’m sorry I hadn’t updated this in a while, I’m the laziest sack of shit ever. Please forgive me. On to the chapter~Chapter 2 ANSYALV by ~AngelHomieKnight
Him, out of all people. Out of all of the students in this forsaken place, the adminstrations put HIM next to Karkat’s and he was pretty pissed.
Hell no. He wouldn’t allow that, not a chance, over his dead body.
“I’m going to fucking go back over there and demand a locker change. But then again, not all schedules were the same. Maybe I’ll be lucky and won’t have to meet him at all!”
Karkat was probably flipping his shit over nothing again and if Kanaya was here, she would scold him as she usually does, if she could read your thoughts.
Karkat: Stop Whining
”Hey mysterious voice in my head,
A Series of Unfortunate EventsA Series of Unfortunate EventsA Series of Unfortunate Events by ~AngelHomieKnight
No, this isn’t a crossover, the title of that book series (Which is very good, in my opinion.) is just used as the fanfic’s title, nothing less, nothing more. I’ll pull a Kankri though and tag any triggers this fanfic might have. #tw angst #tw depression #tw imsosorryinadvanceforwritingthispleaseforgiveme #tw angel’s mood swings and sadstuck thoughts shouldn’t mix ever. Now that that is over, on to the chapter.
Karkat entered the apartment hive that he shared with a human that he may or may have not be flushed for, John Egbert, closing the door behind him.
“Karkat!” John greeted, waving.
Looking up, the troll saw that he was sitting on the couch, the television on; Karkat assumed that he had just finished watching a movie. The Cancer sat down in front of the closed door to take off his shoes, and noticed a new, mismatched pair of shoes next to the human
Through Time Chapter OneLike a celestial river, time flows. Pouring over the stars for all eternity a heavenly river never changes, never meanders, and never ceases to bubble up and gurgle on its path. Time is the same. Once started it cannot stop and it cannot disappear. There are no ways to stop time once its started, and like a rivers mighty force, it cannot be reversed. A drop of water cannot traverse upstream against the currents, just like a second, once past, cannot go back and relive itself.Through Time Chapter One by ~Tien13
Are you sure this blasted old scrap heap will move?
Wow Jake, your confidence in me is inspiring, a voice answered from beneath a large contraption. And it doesnt move, not physically at least. He slid out from under it, blond hair dirty with grime and rust. Its a time machine Jake, not the Tardis.
The Tardis is a time machine.
Its also a spaceship.
And bigger on the inside. The boys friend laughed
breaking a writer's heart.never break a writer’s heartbreaking a writer's heart. by ~colbalt-rain
because your name
will forever belong to us.
you will sign it
into every broken bit
and one day, you’ll open a book
next to the words
"let me tell you about the time
i was hurt."
never break a poet’s heart
because between the beat
of the stanzas,
you’ll hear that heartbeat,
proving you wrong
with every line.
never break a writer’s heart
because we will take the pain
and make it into something
you could never live down.
you could live with heart monitors,
that measured the damaged pulse,
doctors who told you,
but you can’t live with the bold strokes,
smooth as a flatline,
that accuse you of being
the best thing
that’s ever happened to them.
you can’t live with it;
our soulmate, now writing.
You, now replaced
by a pen.
never break anybody’s heart
because you’ll cut yourself
on the pieces of it.
and see, hearts heal.
Warmth (ImmortalFox)It was true what they said about dieing – your whole life starts to replay before your eyes and you see a bright light.Warmth (ImmortalFox) by ~MajorNosebleedThing
But Aleks knew this wasn't the light of that what some people called heaven or hell, it were the blaring an merciless headlights of a subway train approaching the station. The memory, that swept back to his mind, was pathetic, pitiful and just depressing.
His parents died in an accident when he was still young, he had no other relatives so he was sent from one foster family to the next. No one wanted him. He didn't talk, at least not to strangers and he never made any friends.
Everyone just called him an awkward boy, sitting alone at lunch, only leaving the house at night to wander aimlessly through the park, never talking to anyone, silently sitting in his room for hours and strumming his old acoustic guitar.
Of course it didn't take long until the other kids at school noticed his weakness and made his life a living hell. He was insulted, beat up, shoved aro
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