Homestuck-FC

Nirvana Karkat x Reader (ch. 7) You are cold. Something has you bolted to the ground, and your chilled arms lay weak and heavy in your cold but welcoming lap. You attempt to open your eyes, but you see nothing.  How is it your mind has become so hazy?  You have become so weak, so tired... your head hurts... maybe... perhaps it wouldn't hurt if you just went back to sleep for a little longer... Curiously, a muddled feeling urges you to stay awake.  'But why?'  You think groggily.  'Go away, please, I am so incredibly tired...' you just need to sleep a bit longer... your mind is foggy; no thought will come clear to you without great effort

--sung by Jake English to Jane Crocker in a friendly way-- Feelin’ down dear? No need to...disappear. The fear is all you need to make cupcakes and bleed a bunch of rainbows with your smile. Don’t understand? Come, sit, let’s chat a while... Because Sweetarts! Sweetarts! You’re a sweetheart, baby, and I can’t get away from the way you bat you eyes, swing low, your head full of clouds, your words of cookie dough. Sweethearts! Sweethearts! They’re all rebels, baby, You must get away from the way they make you cry, I know, the ignorant crowds, your words an innocent bow. Hey, baby! Why, why don’t

 The two men strolled into the rust blooded village. It was a banded land of modest and simple homes where the lowest bloods resided.            It was natural for specific shades to live in certain villages of just their own kind. Many of the burgundy and bronze bloods were assigned jobs to harvest food, which is why the crops of which Stylus and Benjar worked every night were so close to this community. —            With the rope that gently wrapped around the waist of his cow centaur lusus, Benjar tugged and led her to the stables to rest for the day.            “Today seemed pretty productive! Just a few more nights and we&

Blue butterfly Wings so quiet I could cry… Out of laughter When I catch you in my strings. Wriggling, struggling, Oh you weak little thing! I used to be like you when it all began. My feelings were tampered with And stomped on in the sand. But Now I demand For everything to go my way. I command For everyone to do as I say. Even if I have to break The rules all down to dust. This is not something good or just, I just know I must. 'Cause you all are losers and it’s hard to see your pain… You all Are better off Slain by your own game. So I’ll make my own And Find my way back home. None of you understand the risk I&rsq

 Ava lays down on her bed then looks up at the ceiling and sighs. Could anything get worse? She had lost her morail and her old "friend" had returned and seemed like she might just take Ava's place as Derek's morail. Ava sighs once more. She then gets up and grabs her journal from under her bed and grabs her pencil from her desk. She then hops back on her bed and opens up to the next blank page in her book. May 24, 2014 4:30 p.m. So, I Haven't Been In Here For A Few Days... That's Surprising Seeing That I Used To Write In Here Every Day. But, I've Got An Excuse... And A Good One At That. I... Lost My Morail Yesterday. I Talked To Omicro Abo

Your name is Mandua Taijit and tonight is just another ordinary night for you living out in the forests. You are a brown blood. You are in your 5th sweep of life. Your hive is partially made from the bones of your dead lusus, a longneckhoofbeast that died of unfortunate actions when you were barely three sweeps old. Because you live in the forests, none of the adults have bothered really looking for you or even know you’re here... You enjoy living here despite the dangerous environment. There’s a library that looks like it came from another universe, and you’ve taught yourself to read from a young age. You enjoy looking for

 The legend of the last limeblood can be found  in a time that causes many trolls during our time to be in a state of trepidation. Depending on their caste, most will either be overcome with agitatation or an inexplicable fear! To many, this shade does not exist, due to their sudden, horrible extinction. ‘Why are they extinct?’ you ask. That question will later be revealed. Allow me to begin. -- The young troll wiped the sweat that began to drip from his face as he peered up into the night sky. The moons were shining brightly, and before long the green sun would arise, prompting many of the trolls to part for their nocturnal r

~The Next Wonderful Day~ Feferi: *wakes up and gets out of bed without waking Sollux up* Karkat: *wakes up and looks at the clock* 9:43... FUCK THAT. *rolls over and goes back to sleep* Feferi: *gets ready for the day, writes Sollux a note, and leaves the house to head to Eridan's* Eridan: *just waking up so is only in pajamas pants and is making breakfast because yum pancakes* Feferi: *makes it to his house and knocks on his door* Eridan: *assuming that its just the mail lady or something, opens the door not wearing his glasses or a shirt and his hair is all messed up* Feferi: *kinda taken aback* Um.. hi Eridan. Sorry it's so earl

Everyone is dying now. Everyone is no longer crying out. And I can’t save you. I Can’t Save You But I will try to. I will fight until my blood runs out and colors everything with blue. I will win, now. Yes, of course. I shall never lose because my luck is literally nailed to the bottom of my hooves. I will fight for you. And I will be STRONG. Though I yearn to be weak and I wish to be meek. I can’t help the body I was given. The life I never chose to live in. And whether I will fight or submit, I won’t last very long. Because I can be nothing but STRONG. I’ll deal with what I’m given I’ll make a s