Okay this is my first so dont laugh. Unless theres a funny part. But still. I wrote this because i was just bored really. And after reading a few others i got some ideas. Warning you now. There is: Crude Humour Violence Swearing Sexual content Sexual references. (Glob i feel like a tv piece of-) Honking Adult themes And i highly recommend that u are the ages 14+ to read. But if ur a twelvie with no self respect or just doesn't care. Be my guest. But here's a summary: (Y/N) is a girl related to the servants of the Makara's, but your mother kept you secret. until one fatal day when you were discovered. you were forced to serve Gamzee. the worst of the sons.

Kokichi Ouma wants to end the killing game no matter what. Even if it means concealing his true emotions and pretending to be the mastermind, making everyone hate him. But his love for Shuichi Saihara and the need to open up to the boy gets in his way too much. How long will he be able to keep his act together?

!!NO LONGER BEING REWRITTEN!! You know, I never once thought I'd find love. I don't mean a 'like' from high school or something, I mean a real true love of my life. But, somehow, I did. (I don't own Homestuck. Homestuck belongs to Andrew Hussie. I only own minor OCs that are only referenced)

Karkat is so bored that he could die because of it. His friend, Sollux, helps him with his problem. What Karkat knows is that Sollux is an ass. But what he doesn't know is his friend's help can make his life..less boring? (All the art here belong to their owners.) (Homestuck belongs to Andrew Hussie. I do not own anything. I only own the story.) (This is my first fanfic and I hope it becomes a good one. I might suck though)

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 is a highblood now" story. All of that will be explained. Just know that he is still a mutant blood and the rest will come later. Enjoy~

Due to an unwanted marriage proposal between Karkat's father and his new fiancée, Mrs. Leijon, Karkat is forced to move into a new house. This unfortunately comes with a new school, and when the star football player starts to get under his skin, he's forced to stoop lower than ever before. ((Haha I suck at descriptions. This is a high school AU. That's basically it))

A DaveKat fanfiction. I do not own Homestuck or any of the characters. They belong to the almighty Hussie. Enjoy. Warning! In later chapters, the story may contain a lemon or two. If you don't know what that means it is mature content. Boy x Boy. Yeah.

Ouma watches out of the corner of his eye at the court room being shown on the screen inside the exisal that he and Momota are currently crammed into while he and Momota bicker and fight over the controls Harukawa glares at the Exisal with both hate and determination in her eyes "Before we vote, I want to say something to Kokichi... You may be the mastermind but I won't let you escape after you violated the rules. That would desecrate the killing game Junko Enoshima created, right?" "... Your beloved Junko Enoshima." At Harukawa's words both Ouma and Momota freeze, Momota stops pulling the back of Ouma's shirt and Ouma stops elbowing Momota's ribs. They stare at each other in confusion for a few moments before Momota finally asks the very question running through Ouma's mind "Dude, who the fuck is Junko Enoshima?" And all Ouma can do is shrug because honestly he has no fucking clue. -- Both Kaito and Kokichi somehow survive the poison and are now crammed in the exisal together throughout chapter 5.

This motive was even more idiotic than the last. Byakuya Togami had nothing to hide. He had no flaws, he was the embodiment of a perfect human being. This wouldn't matter in the slightest to him, seeing as nothing could humiliate the Super High School Level Perfection, as he called himself. ... Oh. Well, there was that. //cover image made by danganronpaprideicons on tumblr//

Yuri has noticed Natsuki checking her out... maybe... she can't be sure. But she probably wasn't, right? Because.. Natsuki isn't.. you know.. ...is she? (Pre- MC, this is a GOOD fic with no mention of abuse, self-harm, or depression)