IT'S RAININ KARKATS HALLELUAJAH IT'S RAININ KARKATS...OH YEAAAHHHH- Uh, I think this is just a random book. MLG Karkat is best Karkat. Why are you reading this. Why. Ugh.

what happens when a clumsy casual girl meets an extremely formal trigger happy guy that's related to her best friend?

You, are working with Kankri. You have to listen to his rants. You have to help him "put on" his sweater. ((More like force him to put on)) And you have to help him out with whatever he says. XD Also, he is practically your friend and you both like it that way, since he doesn't do quadrants of course. But, there's something in his ways to you that seem more than just him being all alone.

yes seven minutes in faygo... deal with it...

------------------------------------------------------ A book of short drabbles that I come up with~ ------------------------------------------------------ ~ all characters are owned by Andrew Hussie

Eridan has lost hope in everything even in trying to find a friend. Until that one get together came around and he met you. Are you the hope he's looking for, or is it all a lie to him. Read to find out!

When you were walking around comic con, enjoying the scenery and fellow nerds, you see an extremely good Karkat cosplayer. He introduces you to his friends... and you find some things you didn't think were possible.

REQUESTS CLOSED. NO LONGER WRITING. THIS SERIES IS OVER.

Heyo friends, i made this story when i was thirteen. I am currently seventeen and cringing so hard at how bad this is. I hope you cringe too.

You were walking along the beach with a heavy heart. You had recently had been dumped by your now ex-mate sprite Sollux Captor, all because he simply fell out of love of you, for someone else...you kicked the ground in frustration and utter agony, remembering all the beautiful times you two had spent together, tearing up, you sigh and look down at the sand, you see a rock and pick it up, it was shining very brightly, it reminded you too much of him, so you threw the rock into the ocean, only to hear something near the surface. Inching closer to the shore, careful not to get wet, (it was late at night and you couldn't exactly see well in the dark) once a bit closer, you saw bubbles coming up on the surface, and not long after, you saw a purple steak in the water, then a head, it's violet-irises staring a you, with a cold, death glare. "Stupid landwwellar". You cross your arms. "Hey, that's not very nice." The figure scoffs. "Wwell neither is gettin hit on the fuckin head."