Yukino109

Crave. It’s an ugly word. Thoughts ran deep throughout your mind as you strode down the halls of Gekkoukan High School. Being a student in such a picky crowd could certainly be difficult at times. But you realized that you couldn’t please everyone. The fact that certain people didn’t like you, always failed to unnerve you. They wouldn’t dare. The cowardly bunch of foes couldn’t match your strength. Ever since transferring, you had relatively popular among the girls of the school. It was the air of power you carried around… Or something like that, you had been told. Your silence was mistaken for aloofness. A

Crave. It’s an ugly word. Thoughts ran deep throughout your mind as you strode down the halls of Gekkoukan High School. Being a student in such a picky crowd could certainly be difficult at times. But you realized that you couldn’t please everyone. The fact that certain people didn’t like you, always failed to unnerve you. They wouldn’t dare. The cowardly bunch of foes couldn’t match your strength. Ever since transferring, you had relatively popular among the girls of the school. It was the air of power you carried around… Or something like that, you had been told. Your silence was mistaken for aloofness. A

Karkat x Reader Paper scars (Sadstuck/ Songfic) Fall into pairs, like too ugly fish Too rare for extension I know For who knows how long, you’ve had the most perfect moirail anyone could ever imagine and wish to have. You, the small, mutant blooded, angry management issues troll, Karkat Vantras had the best time with a certain somebody. Her name was (Name), she was kind, sweet, and most of all she never stopped smiling.   You always try to piss her off away from you, because you never really like those strange, alien creatures called “humans”. But, as the time passed by, you got more and more….attached to the huma

[Jake x Reader, 1st person POV (I/You/They) ] Why is it that shit always happens to me in Diners? I mean, really. It was astounding. I lived in a pretty big city, so of course you could find Diners everywhere. But I always went to Sburb, and everything happened there for me. My first date. My first kiss. My first not-decaffeinated coffee. (The high lasted for 7 hours) But that night, all I could expect to happen was my last meal. I was sitting in one of the booths against the huge windows out front, sipping on some quality-as-fuck hot chocolate. About 10 minutes after I sat down, a group of thugs walked in, as if they just crawled out of