Master-Of-Ninjas21

==> Be the badass troll sitting in his room. Badass? What the hell are you talking about? There isn’t a badass here. Next. ==> Oh. Right. Be the terrified troll hiding underneath his blankets. That’s a bit...better? Fuck it, who cares. Let’s get this show on the road. Your name is KARKAT VANTAS and you HATE everything right now. You shivered violently underneath the Troll Will Smith printed covers that Gamzee had gotten you for your last Wriggling Day which was about a “year” ago; your dark-gray legs pulled up to your chest as the storm’s rain pelted harshly at your bedroom window as if it was trying

I've got ink throbbing through fissured veins, poisoning every atom of my soul. "Bite your tongue," they say. How I'd love to chew the damn thing off and suck down every filthy syllable just like the rotten bone marrow it is. They'd all watch as my body spontaneously combusts and becomes nothing but convoluted karma. And so I wrote, "Dear poetry, Teach me the ways of ripping out a human heart, and stitching it onto ink-stained parchment." The answer that came was rasped from a cauterized throat: "Read your future in the collapsed palm of the stars; find the abandoned pulse of your lionhearted muse; steal their conformed scalpel and mak

“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

            Wolfsbane: Part Thirteen "(N-Name)…?" Gilbert's instincts were telling him to get the hell out of the way before the wolfish monster's paw slammed into his side and set his fur on fire. Yet, he could do nothing but gaze into the vacant (e/c) eyes of the creature, his muscles bunching and coiling as his body urged him on to just run. "Bruder, get out of the way!" Something slammed into Gilbert's side, but it wasn't a flaming monstrous paw. Gilbert yelped in shock as he was propelled a good few feet away, the fur on his back prickling as the heat of the fires became alarmingly close. Instantly he was back on all fours, h