-- She was the most manipulative, cruel girl you've ever met. But also the most attractive. -- "John." She murmurs your name in bed. You turn around for a few moments before groggily opening your eyes, scanning your room to see your Con Air poster plastered on the plain white walls. About to turn around, you feel a hand on your shoulder, gripping it tightly before releasing it. Your head turns back and you meet her blank gaze, her white, empty eyes chilling you. Her lips are pursed and she's wearing your shirt, her fangs biting down on her cerulean blue lips. Her eyelashes are frozen from the cold and you hug her, kissing her cheek and patting her gently in the back. She's the most beautiful girl you've ever met. The most precious thing right now, or in your life. She looks at you again and starts to talk, but closes her parted lips and looks away. She doesn't speak, but you can read her like an open book, and that's what she hates the most. To everybody else she's an enigma, the 'spider bitch', as Karkat puts it. You grimace at the thought and pull yourself up from the warmth of your bed and walk downstairs into the kitchen, where you slowly, and reluctantly, open the fridge to find the ingredients to cook pancakes. Pancakes. And the brand? You mentally hit yourself for thinking the name: Betty Crocker. You continue to do this boring routine: cook breakfast, read comics, take a morning shower, cook lunch, go for a Nic Cage movie marathon with Vriska, and cook dinner. It's awful. You've watched Con Air for more than 15 times already during the movie marathons, and you begin wondering why you even liked him in the first place. Vriska, however, still stays wide awake and stares at the TV with wide eyes while you doze off near the beginning. She doesn't tell you, but you know that when she points to the screen in hopes of having the same good old times together, you're asleep and she painfully realizes that you've grown up. You both have. And when the bittersweet truth hits you, you find out you've already finished cooking and that Vriska's behind you, peering over your shoulders and licking her lips. She puts on that smile of hers and you can never know whether it's genuine or fake, as you used to look at her eyes when she does it. She looks so much more fragile now, so mature and looking as if a single touch would make her falter and crumble in your tiny grasp. She's dead now, and the white in her eyes make it pretty damn obvious. It pains you to know that even you, the God of Derps, Heir of Breath, Vriska's boyfriend, can't see through her silent demeanor. Her personality took a drastic change and you don't even know whether it's for the better or for the worst. She lets slip of this facade, sometimes, but it's rare. You see her giggling and rolling her tongue and snapping at you in your memories, but everything seems so... distant. Long ago and far far away. She's matured. You have too. She's not the same, and you aren't either. There's nothing to prolong the change and there's nothing to do to stop it. Just cope and embrace the change, or let her go. let her go But not again. Never again will you let her go. You smile as you see her chewing the pancakes and taking a big swig of milk, grinning and watching her wipe it off with her sleeve and flipping the TV channels with the remote. You smile, and realize that no matter what will happen, you'll love her forever. -- Omg ooc vriska and creepy john
D; I swear to gog, I made thirty billion references from homestuck at the sleepover I went to. e.e Cassie was like,"FANDOM BUDDY-"
Lauren: e.e What the hell? Me: >: Fuck... Only homestuckian. Cassie: e.e I'll just call myself a noob-
I just read one of the best stories from the homestuck fandom. Ever. johnvris, more like a paternal kind of relationship, but damnit this is so good. ,_, http://archiveofourown.org/works/527502 ... 98251#main Plfbt
AU 20's! Spades Slick x Snowman. Blackrom with undertones of an unrequited flush crush- *explodes* (Sorry if this sucks I will go down with this ship-) ------------------------------------------------ She was the most well known singing act in the state… hell, even the country. Not only was she recognized for her precise control over her vocal chords, she was for her beauty as well. Her dark hair curled delicately to frame her face, charcoal eyes that virtually pierced through anything she glanced at, a tall slender frame complete with a cat-like strut. And her voice? Like silk… it graced every word her lips allowed to speak into existence. This talented beauty kept her name an enigma; but on stage, she was simply "Reina". An act of one- or two if you counted her pianist counterpart. They were quite the pair. He would get them gigs at various clubs; playing a catchy tune on the ivory keys while she awed everyone with her flawless singing. The men all turned when she walked on stage, the women huffed and sipped their drinks, waiting for the attention to return to them. One particular night, it was freezing outside. "A Northeaster or somethin'." said a burly guy when the young woman asked. She was making her way to the to the gig early, trying to beat the rush of people. After work hours, bars filled up by the minute, and lord knew that she needed a drink. Bursting into the cozy building, she was greeted by the bartender with a short nod, as well as the strong presence of cigarette smoke. That she didn't mind; she was very much used to it. Sloughing off her coat, she sat down on a bar stool off to the side, crossing her legs as she tapped her freshly manicured nails on the surface of a coaster. Some people were starting to file inside already, and she inwardly groaned. Couldn't a girl get some peace and quiet sometimes? She rested her chin in her hand, keeping her expression bored as a man set next to her. He adjusted his hat, before looking her over, his gaze not at all subtle. "Y'know, you could at least ask my name before staring at me." She murmured, catching him off guard. He took off his hat, sheepishly pushing a hand through his hair. Reina threw him a glance, finally noticing his appearance. He was quite handsome: dark eyes like hers, raven hair that fell in his eyes, a light dusting of stubble covering his chin, and a strong build. "Oh, I'm sorry." he said. His voice was a smooth baritone with tenor-like undertones that resonated in his throat. Strange… he'd actually apologized. Most guys in a joint like that would've asked the infamous "what's a good lookin' dame like you doin' in a place like this?" Reina studied the glass in her hand, swiveling slightly in the bar stool to face him. The movement left him unfazed, albeit his eyes darkened by a fraction; turning from a shadowy black to a solid onyx. "What's your name, stranger?" she inquired, setting her drink back on the coaster. The corner of his mouth hitched up slightly, as if he were enjoying some bitter, private joke. "You should remember my name, Snow." Reina froze at the sound of her real name, her hands clenching around nothing in particular. If she had held onto her glass it would be shattered in an instant. Narrowing her eyes, she glared at the man in front of herself, his polite charade disappearing altogether. "It's called sarcasm, Slick. What the hell are you doing here?" He arched an eyebrow, his lips drawing back over his teeth in a sneer. "This is my club, remember?" Recognition flashed across her face as she surveyed the room. Spades' men were scattered about; one playing pool at a nearby table, some playing blackjack in the center of the room. It had been months since she last stepped foot in this joint, let alone had a gig there. Settling back into the seat, Snow crossed her legs again, managing a look of indifference. "You did a shitty job of redecorating." He actually laughed. "You all but destroyed the place the last time you visited. Think I care about what it looks like in here?" She remembered pretty much ripping Spades' club apart piece by piece with The Felt. Truthfully, she got bored with running a gang sometimes, and singing was just a side job. She ignored his response, standing up just a moment before her name was called. Spades adjusted his hat, biting back the choice words he had for her, regrouping with the rest of his men as Snow sashayed to the stage. She moved exaggeratedly, and the crowd ate it up- but she was acutely aware that she was pissing Spades off with each sinuous step she took. The lights dimmed as she set foot on the stage, except for a spotlight shining directly on her, following her every movement. She wasn't a fool; Snow knew that there was an armed member of the Midnight Crew manning the lights, probably waiting for her to stop walking for a moment or so, before bringing about her demise with a pulled trigger. As soon as the music began, she took off from the duct tape-marked position on the scuffed floor of the stage, refusing to stand in place like she usually did for acts. "You had plenty money in 1922…" she almost purred to the audience, walking with a hand placed expertly on her hip. Peggy Lee's hit was still popular, and Snow's spin on the song drove people over the edge, most whistling and hooting while she sang. But, the song was also a jab directed to Spades. He grew red in the face, his stony countenance breaking down into an fiery look of barely controlled rage. "You let other women make a fool of you." she smirked ever so slightly, knowing he ran a finger over the scar that led down his eye to the top of his cheekbone. Spades almost winced, the insult as fiery hot as the lit cigarette Snow dragged down his face a while back. It blinded him in one eye. "Why don't you do right… like some other men do?" the woman slinked over to the pianist, directing him a sultry look as he played. He missed a few notes on the keys, struggling to regain his composure under her gaze. "Get out of here, get me some money too." she slowly turned from him, stepping to the edge of the stage in time with the jazzy music. "Boss, are you alright? You look under the weather"- Spades waved Droog away, stabbing a cigarette out into a tray much harder than neccesary. He would listen to whatever the hell Snow had to say, no matter how infuriating. It was only fair- he was planning on putting a bullet in her head as soon as the song was over. "Now if you had prepared 20 years ago, you wouldn't be wanderin' now from door to door." She did something unexpected, easily lowering herself offstage- that earned her another round of cheers from the male patrons sitting around. Spades simmered in his seat, looking ready to burst. He hadn't expected her to pull something like this- as crafty as she was. It seemed the lyrics brought back every unpleasant memory he had of her. The cigarette to the eye, the fact she drained him of cash in a heist, her audacity to say he still owed her money- Spades always stubbornly denied that. He knew damn well she was a cheat when it came to cards, and he wasn't about to give her money she didn't win. Why he played that brutal game of poker with her, however, he didn't know. All he knew was that he hated her. "Why don't you do right, like some other men do?" He paused his internal ranting, straightening up in his seat. Her voice was much closer than he expected it to be. "Get out of here… get me some money too…" He quickly swiveled around, only to come face to face with Snow. She smirked, placing her index finger under his hat, pushing it off in one fluid motion. The fedora dropped to his table, landing directly on the ash tray littered with cigarette butts. Spades clenched his hand, keeping a steady glare on the obviously amused woman. That was his signature hat, and she ruined it- she ruined everything for him. His thought process was brought to a screeching halt as she gripped his tie, pulling him closer until he could see nothing else but Snow, her irritatingly delectable scent filling his nostrils with every breath. "Why don't you do right… like some other men do?" The music died down as the song was brought to an end, her voice resonating in his ears. The crowd erupted with applause and cheers, even some semi-sober requests for an encore. Spades ignored it all, and with a quick snap of the fingers, he wordlessly ordered his men to clear the place. They immediately obliged, ushering out everyone in the room in a flash. Soon the place was a ghost town, the only evidence of anyone being there taking the form of half empty glasses and cigarette smoke billowing to the ceiling. As soon as the door shut, Spades went for the pistol he always kept on his person, only to come up empty. He shot a glare at the woman perched on the table, her legs crossed as she hummed a tune to herself. "Where. Is. It?" "Oh… you mean this?" she said, whipping out the pistol, pressing it to his chin. He took hold of her wrist right when she pulled the hammer back, a sharp click piercing the air. The minutes ticked by slowly, both sets of dark eyes staring each other down, looking for signs of weakness. "You wouldn't." he growled. Snow only cocked her head to the side in response, looking at him in a way that said; "What makes you think I won't?" She tightened her grip on the pistol, pulling the trigger before Slick could blink. He flinched back, his expression genuinely shocked before reverting into a cold scowl. The playful look on Snow's face drew his attention back to the table, where 6 bullets lay in a pile, barely glinting in the dim light. He couldn't hold back any longer, bursting with every profanity and insult in the book, flinging them at her with lightning speed. Snow took them all with a grain of salt. She tilted her head back and gave a spiteful laugh, only for it to be cut short as Spades' other hand came forward, seizing her chin in an iron grip. Snow arched an eyebrow, not at all surprised. "What's on your mind, Spades?" she asked, her voice somehow holding its musicality. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out the answer. It was plain on his torn and defeated expression. Her. All he could think about was her. There was nothing else in that room but her. When the pistol was tossed away it was only Snow. When the gap between them closed it was only Snow. When their lips crashed together in heated reunion, it was only Snow, Snow, Snow. He would be blinded with her for the rest of the night. Something in his head screamed for him to kill her then, it was the perfect moment- hell, every time she visited was the perfect moment… but he could never bring himself to do it. A nagging presence in the back of his mind voiced what he didn't want to admit: sometimes he wanted more. Sometimes he wanted to join up with her and rule the city. Sometimes he wanted to drop everything and just run away with her. He wanted more than her visiting out of the blue, right when he thought he'd gotten over her. Spades couldn't take the absences after- weeks, months of feeling strangely empty while she was off singing or handling The Felt. He'd always promise himself that was the last time he'd see her. Then she'd return, and it would start all over again. All of this ran through his mind when she walked out of the room, always with the same line; "I'll see you around, Slick." followed by the door slamming shut. She'd be gone for over a month, he'd redecorate the place again. Every time she left, he could only think about how much he hated her. And how desperately he missed her. ------------------------------------------------------- Ohmygodthismakesmesad- Is this Sadstuck? I think it's Sadstuck- *explodes* This ship guys guys- (crappy different era writing xD it's 5 in the morning- I hate making characters sing cause it seems so dumb to me in writing )
<3 <3 ;uuu; Omfg guys, I was roleplaying Jade on msparp and a fem!dave was on and she followed me on tumblr aofjoanfkake She was going to make a rap Omg Ahshjahdiqjsjajj<333
;D<3333 I'd put my tumblr name here but it's a bypass if I did, lol. Serket powahhhhhhhh Serket8***** >:]
Coffee: Cashier: ^.^ Next costumer! Me: ^.^ *Orders with a lisp* Can I have a vanilla latte, grande pleathe? Cashier: e.e And what's the name? Me: Tholluxth. Cashier: e.e Im sorry? Spell that please. Me: Eth, o, el, el, u, exth. Result:
>:0 PM MEEEE- And oh my god Spoilers guys Eridan and Sollux In one That's like twice the douche-bag xD