Right so I had an english assessment due to write a story based on anything I wanted, so naturally i had to do some feelsy homestuck because why not. There isn't any language worse than bastard really because this was for school. And I'm not doing the thing where Dirk is Dave's genetical father or whatever because i...
(Credit to Ikimaru for the cover art.) Your name is Dirk Strider and you're wondering... how the hell did you end up here? You're the cool guy; you shouldn't be nervous.
A cute one-shot DaveKat fluff story. Dave teaches Karkat a little about Human science.
Humanstuck High School AU Oneshot Karkat is bullied horribly. And Dave is there to save him.
Being just friends might work online. But suppressing your emotions in person is much more difficult. Dirk and Jake are the closest friends... As pen pals, but when there's a plot twist in their lives and they start communicating in person something changes in Dirk's mind.
'He pursed his lips before speaking. “What the hell are you doing lying in a trash can?” “It’s for ironic purposes,” came a muffled response. Something clicked in Karkat’s mind, and he felt stupid for not putting it together earlier: this dick was Dave Strider.' *All characters belong to Andrew Hussie*
It's difficult enough for a young mutant prince to choose between the hand of the princess of the sea dwellers and the prince of humans. Add one begrudgingly attractive assassin and a handful of curveballs and you've got yourself one hell of an issue. I know there will be some misconception, but this is not a "Karkat...
[Homestuck] Davekat oneshot; while their still on the meteor Dave finds out Karkat is ticklish
This is my first story, so I am terribly sorry if this is uninteresting/poorly written. Cover credit goes to Ikimaru
He'd never wanted it to come to this. Set five years after the ending of the anime. Involves assumed unrequited love and is basically just Izaya's inner monologue. One-shot unless I decide to make more.
It's Valentine's Day, Shizuo Heiwajima's least favorite day of the year. He'd been dreading this forever, but a sudden twist in the day's usual loneliness might just change his mind.
After Izaya fails to commit suicide he goes back in town. Izaya's out in the cold rain until he meets up with Shizuo who is offering to give him his umbrella. What twisted fate arises between them? (DISCLAIMER: I don't own Durarara and the photos I used for the cover)
He covers his identity from the world that he "love" so much. He murder innocence souls just because he wants to see their reaction. He enjoys the sight of the pouring red liquid more than he enjoy life itself. He's a fallen angel covered in crimson sins. I DO NOT OWN DURARARA OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS! WARNINGS : VIO...
Shizuo was tired of dealing with those bastards that pissed him off almost everyday, so he took the day off and decided to take a walk at night. He remembered something he should have remembered earlier. He had a peaceful day, he hadn't seen the flea for almost twenty-four hours, but that's exactly what felt wrong. He...
Marinette Dupain-Cheng is an average peasant girl growing up in a small village named Parisilia. It is strictly under the rule of King Gabriel. Since her father was murdered by the King's men years ago, she has learned to fend for herself with the help of her friend Alya. Living in the village isn't easy, especially...
In which fate brings two together by a red string. [A Miraculous Ladybug short story] #68 in Fanfiction (May 4th, 2016)
(you keep passing by me) OR: The one where Adrien finally starts to notice Marinette right around the time where Ladybug starts to fall for Chat Noir.
AU: Marinette is able to play the violin but gets embarrassed about it.
A double date at the movies with their best friends was obviously a great idea.
It has been a year since Ladybug and Chat Noir became a crime fighting duo. They have yet to discover the identities of one another, until one harmless gift changes everything. I do not own the characters or the TV show. If you want to post this anywhere please ask me first. This was written in the middle of the firs...
