Com3 - Karkat X Nepeta by RogueOfHeart, literature
Literature
Com3 - Karkat X Nepeta
This is an AU similar to the 12th Perigee's Eve one, in which SGRUB is over, Alternia and Earth have been restored, and the trolls and humans have gone back to live on their home planets. However, in this one Equius killed Gamzee before he could do any harm; Terezi's matesprit is Dave and her moirail is Karkat. Feferi and Eridan are both still dead. Karkat has successfully kept his blood colour a secret from everyone, including Terezi.
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Karkat was scowling as usual as he walked down the long driveway to Nepeta's huge new hive. It was a crisp autumn night; the silver disks of the twin moons
Nobody ever seemed to understand.
Understand the pain and the heartbreak.
Picture a twig snapping several times.
That's me, me and my soul.
It's snapped into millions of peices.
The peices are like stars.
Millions of them burning.
Millions of them spreading apart.
Dear my only friend,
You understand what today means, because well i write everything on your pearl white sheets. You know me and all my thoughts, thoughts that could kill a thousand angels.
See, you know all my darkest secrers but do you actully understand? You never talk back, never say a single word, your mute. Thats maybe why i tell you everything... do you reemember what toda
Because of Homestuck by PerfectAngelFighter, literature
Literature
Because of Homestuck
Thanks to Andrew Hussie and Homestuck, now:
I have over, on this fandom alone, a thousand pictures of fan art on my computer.
And counting.
I wanna meet a group of trolls.
Trolls are no longer thought of as stupid and senseless creatures you have to beat into a bloody pulp on some RPG.
RPGs where Live Action RP is involved scare me now.
Video games are viewed in a more terrified way.
I know my keyboard a whole lot better
Because of all the times 1 SOM3HOW H4D two wriite 2ome, uHH, SPEECH QUIRK of some dum8 and weiiiiiiiird kind. :::; )
When I hear a lisp, I smile.
Mary had a little lamb.
It got lost in a storm.
It wandered far from Mary's house,
where it was safe and warm.
It walked by icy woods,
by frozen lakes and boats,
It walked around for hours,
snow on its snowy coat.
It walked through a frozen field
and spotted Mary's home.
It lay down on the porch,
too tired to go on.
Little Mary was eating supper
by the time the day was done,
Mary's mother asked politely,
"Lambchops, anyone?"
--M.L. Eccleston