Zimliz

 You stood frozen in the empty hallway, staring at your phone in fearful shock. No less than twenty four messages, from the same unknown number. All containing a bittersweet mixture of endearments and threats. This had been going on for about a week, now, slowly getting worse and worse. At first you were a little flattered that you had a secret admirer with a sense of humor. Then as the texts and notes and calls slowly became more and more desperate and violent, you started to get creeped out, and were now intensely afraid. A massive shudder ran down your spine, and you slowly, impulsively turned to look behind you. No one, thank god. You t

                                                        Your name is (first name) (last name) and you are (age) years old. You had a buch of interests....but do we care? HAHA! NO! Joking! You like to SING and DANCE. You also liked to DRAW and WATCH ANIME. You were not a girly girl it got so bad some people believed you were part guy! You have a roomate by the name of KARKAT VANTAS and his he a PAIN in your head. He dosent SHUT UP and always watches ROMCOMS with you. SICK! You liked him though anyway.                                                      Its currently 8:30 in the morning and you are sound asleep.....wait nevermind. You heard

Nepeta walked to school in her usual happy go lucky mood. She was smiling sweetly and humming a light tune, as if she wasn’t wearing a ten pound book bag on her back and hadn’t woken up at six o’clock in the morning. Wow, she was certainly one to be optimistic. Of course, she wasn’t happy for no reason. In fact, she had a great reason to be as cheerful as she was. Nepeta was going to announce her ‘undying love’ for you. And as over-exaggerated as it seems, it certainly didn’t seem likely that she would exaggerate something as serious as quadrants. Three weeks ago, all her quadrants had been filled -

(A/n: Ok, (f/n)=first name, (l/n)=last name, (s/t)=skin tone, (h/c)=hair colour, (e/c)=eye colour) Your name is (f/n) (l/n), and you are currently in the hospital, on the verge of death. Your friend, Karkat Vantas, sits next to you, crying. Wondering what happened? Let me tell you. ~*~*~*~*~*~*flaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaash baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack*~*~*~*~*~*~ You sit in your room, wondering what to do. “God, it is such a boring day!” You note, aloud. Then, you suddenly got an idea. You’ll pester your best friend/long time crush, Karkat. chumHandle (CH) began pestering carcinoGeneticist (CG) at ?: ?? CG: WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK DO YOU

Sadstuck!!!!! TW: Main character (you) death. Read at your own jurisdiction. ************************************     As the hot water from the shower runs down your body, blending with your tears, you reflect on the past few months. Your heartstrings pull as you remember that day when it all started.     "What the hell's got you so upset?" Some shoes came into your vision. They were scuffed and torn in some places, but otherwise in good condition. Your tear-stained eyes traveled upwards and at the person who was questioning you. Karkat Vantas. His eyes showed annoyance, mostly because his friend had told him to go over to you. You wiped

"Ugh..." Gamzee groaned, struggling to make himself sit up in bed. Every part of his body ached and his head felt nothing less than one hundred pounds. Why did he feel so terrible? Oh right, his 21st birthday. It had been a bar party complete with all of his guy friends; Karkat, Sollux, Tavros, Equius, Eridan... and then there was [Name]. The party planner himself. The motherfuckin' most miraculous guy Gamzee had ever met. The party was sensational, but to be honest, Gamzee didn't even remember drinking that much. His brain hurt too much to think about it, really. Then, the memory came flooding back... Gamzee had just drank his 21st shot

~Friends~ You straitened your sky blue skirt with a sigh. Today was your first day at Skaia High, a prestigious private school. You honestly didn’t want to be here. You had been home schooled your entire life, but when your family moved from your hometown, your mom thought it would be a good idea for you to meet some people. However, the thought of actually having to interact with strangers daily made you quiver. Well, at least you weren’t going to a public high school. If you were surrounded by that many people, you wouldn’t know what to do! You took a calming breath and trudged to the office to get your schedule. You had