RaivisLatviaGalante

The wind whipped through the city's practically empty alleys and streets cutting straight through your windbreaker and chilling your entire body. Another reason you hated the winter, but I guess this means it's finally time to break out the oversized christmas sweaters you've been saving all year. Your chapped and cracked lips began to grin at the thought, but then you realized how much that hurt and decided you would fix that later. Hugging your big brown bag of groceries to your chest, you continued to walk briskly through the freezing streets to your apartment building (but that thing's so old it's not like it'll get any better) you then,

"Nothing happening, again" you complained while spinning in circles in your desk chair. Nothing exiting ever happen to you, but that was about to change. You continued to spin when suddenly your cell phone began to ring. You picked up the device and answered only to her the voice of your best friend secret crush, Dirk Strider. "Hey. yo what's up __?" you hear him say through the phone. "Nothing really." you start to reply shyly "how about you?" "Everything is alright" he stops for a moment. You can hear what sounds like a baby's screaming in the backround. "Are you sure everything is alright?" you ask. "Yeah I'm pretty sure",you hear m

Ah, yes. The sun was shining and the birds were singing. What a perfect day to sit inside and watch anime. Now to just open up you- “SIE DAS ESSEN UND WIR SIND DIE JÄGER!” Your beloved anime-loving blonde (a.k.a Dirk Strider) screamed as he flew foot-first through your door and into your bed. “DIRK! OH MY FUCK, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?" “WE GOTTA KILL THE TITANS, _____! WE GOTTA KILL ALL THE TITANS!” “I caught up on that anime like, a week ago.” “Oh.” He got off your bed and stood on the floor. “That would’ve been great to know before I, you know, kicked your door do

The seadweller sat at the bottom of the sea, never quite feeling as hopeless as he did now. Well, that’s what he was, right? The destroyer of hope. He felt like crying, but tears were meaningless and invisible underwater. He cried anyways. Dejectedly stepping into his hive, he grabbed the clay heart which had been given to him long ago by someone long forgotten. He carved into it the words, “No one wwill lovve me anywways.’. Groaning at how cheesy it sounded, he found the nearest fishing line and jammed it on. He didn't need a damn heart. What good was a heart with no love to fill it? He slowly sunk to the bottom again, sadn

“Ugh, I hate Mondays.” You walked down the halls with your friend Cheshire [A/N: Author- Partake in highly indulgent self-insertion into the story.] "So who do you think you're gonna be placed with for the big English project?" Cheshire asked, playing with one of the MLP:FIM pins on her backpack strap. "Oh, that English kid seems like he would be nice..." You trailed off. Cheshire looked at you. "Be careful. Whatever happens, it's always the hot foreign kid." "But-" "ALWAYS...the hot foreign kid. Trust me, hon. Anyways, I hope I get placed with Dirk or Karkat..." You two walked into class and sat down at your usual seats next to

You spin around in your wheeley chair while nodding your head to the beat of the music. You listened to Dave as he performed his latest original rap, using his turntables to their full potential. You loved it when he showed you his projects and they always turned out wonderful. You were never a big fan of rap but when Dave was behind it you couldn't get enough. He had such a smooth way with words and they would just flow perfectly. You smiled as the music faded to a stop and rolled your chair over to him. "I think your songs get better every time you write one." You looked up into his dark shades and just barely saw his unique ruby eye

You reached for the final ingredient you needed for the pie you were planning on baking. It was a great recipe your friend Gamzee had given you. You were a bit skeptical at first because of the way he seemed to act after having them, but after seeing the list you realized there was an optional "secret ingredient". You decided to leave that out when you tried it, and it was actually really good. Putting the green food dye in the basket you continued down the isle towards the check out counter. You paid for your items and walked out the door to start your walk home only to bump into someone. "Ah, I'm sorry." You looked up to see a familiar pai

How you could see after looking into the sky you weren't sure, but before you stood a short figure, who slouched over with an angry if somewhat bitter expression on his face. "I'LL KEEP YOU SAFE, NO MATTER WHAT." There was a flash and you blinked rapidly, everything becoming dark again as your sight failed you. You could feel your scorched skin and your eyes burned if you opened them, so you chose to keep them closed. You could feel arms supporting your weight as you were carried somewhere, though you couldn't tell by the sounds around you.  Everything was unfamiliar, the sounds, the smells, and whoever was holding you definitely wasn't huma

Unlocking the door and pushing it open you head to the kitchen with your roommate and great friend Kankri Vantas following. "Kankri do you want coffee?" Kankri leans against the counter "Y9u ask everyday and the answer is always the same, 9f c9urse I want c9ffee." You smile at him and start making coffee, remembering fondly about when you first met him. *Flashback two years ago* You roll your eyes as you walk beside your moirail, Karkat Vantas. The normally grumpy troll is pissed because he yet again got in trouble for his mouth. "Karkles you wouldn't get in trouble if you didn't swear." "DONT CALL ME THAT (NAME)." You laugh and adjust you

You raised your hand from the box and pulled out a small hammer. It seemed to be a replica of the hammer John had always used as a weapon. You smiled to yourself, knowing that being in the closet with your goofy friend Egbert would certainly be a time to remember. “Aye, Egderp! Get your ass up here!” Dave shouted, nearly tripping over himself. Dave was pretty hilarious when he was drunk, and gog damn was he drunk. You watched as John navigated his way to the front. He stood in front of you, the usual toothy grin plastered on his face. “Oh, hey [Name]! Are you excited?” Before you could even think of answering, Dave