Nothing is what it seems. I don't have much time. I fo*6( my m0m@ old %ompu!er.-I fixed my firewall, sorry those things are tricky! Anyway, I hacked into the my governments data base and found the inter dimensional satellite. All technology in my universe that has the power to give information about other dimensions have been banned. But that's not what this story is about okay? I have to fit in on this site before I tell my story... as long as they don't catch me first.
Just a vv short poem like thing about Dave Strider.
[disclaimer: I do not, in anyway, own the characters stated or Homestuck itself]
{also the cover art is mine if you would like to know}
A stupid little thing I started doodling about.
•May have smut
•Is completely random (stays within the topic tho)
•I invented this, but feel free to tell me what the frick I copied on accident
•Anyone is welcome here
•I would love fanart ♡
•Plz no judging T^T
•I realize there are better artists and writers than me
•Some random scenarios probably
•If I make new characters, y'all can name them
•Thanks for reading this stupid list
•I love you all ♡
One shots. That's it. A place for all my single thoughts, short stories, and random snippets of things that may or may not be looked at ever again. So, you know, enjoy my probably 3am story snippets I'll write down and never touch again!
Dave writes letters to John, who will never receive them.
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(A/N) This is basically a venting thing for me and is intentionally depressing. Idk if this is even going to have a plot or not tbh im just sad so. These will be short and I'll end up posting more of this bc it's easier to write than my dirkjake fic.