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Paint Stained Roses: Chapter 2Courtesan Tornveil looked at herself through the mirror of her respiteblock. Her encounter with the assassin just moments before had left her in a beat-up state. She kept pondering to herself on how the Contessa had even learned of how Blankeye had been brought here. She had been assured that when they had visited the artist's hive, no one had seen or heard anything when they had arrived or left. She couldn't think about the situation that much, as her head still throbbed in pain from the interrogation. All she could do was try to clean herself off and patch up her wounds. Her dress had been damaged, which meant she would also need to have someone fix it up for her. "Damn that Venomcowl woman." she said to her reflection. "If she hadn't taken me by surprise then I could have put her in her place."Paint Stained Roses: Chapter 2 by ParadoxProphet
Tornveil heard the door open behind her; she turned to see one of her Dancimators standing in the doorway, most likely to give her a report. "Forgive me for intruding Lady Tornveil, am I inte
Homestuck: Reaching OutShe never opened up to anyone. Partially because she never had anyone to open up to. The only people she could talk to were all assholes. So you couldn't really blame her for keeping things to herself. She craved for freedom, released from her curse of eternal life. She wished she could live like a normal troll, a normal girl. But it was not to be. She was doomed to go through time and stir up chaos amongst trolls, and finally die at the hands of the empress. The only solace she found was being able to watch other trolls go about their lives.Homestuck: Reaching Out by ParadoxProphet
Sometimes, when she was out of that mansion and walking around Alternia, she would sneak off for a moment and get a taste of what it was like. She'd buy a piece of fruit from a stand in a marketplace, or watch young trolls who were free. Or at least more free than she was. She would envy them, none of them would ever have to live her life. Even the slaves who had it the worst were better off than she was. She didn't even have a name. All she had w
Homestuck: History Lesson"Clammit Aranea, are you almost done yet?" Meenah asked as she sat on the library floor in boredom. "There ain't no way someone like you can spend all day in a fuckin' library."Homestuck: History Lesson by ParadoxProphet
The cerulean blood turned her head over to her moirail, looking up from the book she had buried herself into. "I'm sorry, Meenah, I just need a little more time." she said with a smile. "If you're getting bored with waiting, then why don't you grab a book? I know you're not the reading type, but even you can find something of interest in here! Just go on and find something you like, I'll come get you when you're ready."
Meenah stood up, unhappy with the answer she received. "Fine, whatever." she sighed. "You're too quiet right now anywave and it's creepin' me out." Putting her hands in her pockets, she walked away to search the library.
"Have fun!" Aranea called out as she returned to her book.
Have fun? How was she supposed to have fun in a boring place like this? She couldn't make any cash by reading a book.
Hope? Pt 2I was awoken with a start when there was large bang on my door.Hope? Pt 2 by auntslappy282
"I'm coming in dumbass." great.
Karkat pushed open the door, holding a First Aid Kit. "I'm here to check on you, because you're a dumbass who doesn't know how to take care of himself." He walked over, pulled up a chair and grabbed my hand. It was rather blurry, due to the fact I wasn't wearing any glasses.
I grabbed my glasses with my other hand and put them on. Karkat didn't seem very happy as he took off the bandage. It was still bleeding?
"Jegus. You are an idiot aren't you? How the hell is it still bleeding? Jeez, It didn't really look that deep..." Karkat was lost in thought. I looked at my hand, which was tinted a nice shade of purple, and looked into the wound. It was rather deep. Kinda disgusting if you ask me.
"Hrm. Maybe we'll have to do stitches or give you a metal hand."
I frowned. "I wouldn't trust ANYONE around me with stitches. And I don't want a metal hand."
Karkat shrugged. "Just a suggestion
Hope? Pt1I looked in the mirror. This was the face of a person who had lost all hope. I touched my hair. It was the same up do as it was when I walked out of this same bathroom this morning. I sighed and stroked my horns slightly. It didn't appear to help my mood improve. I took off my glasses and set them down on the counter. I took off the rest of my clothes, starting with my cape. I was only down to my skin and bones.Hope? Pt1 by auntslappy282
I shivered as I walked into the hot shower. It was slightly comforting, but that was about it. The gel came out of my hair letting it flop down messily in my face. I slicked it back with a hand. I finished my shower by cleaning off my whole body and my hair. I felt more refreshed, my skin sucking in the water.
Questions filled my mind, ruining the slightly good mood I had obtained before. Why did I make it this far? Why was I labeled the Prince of Glubbing Hope? I slammed my fist on the counter, making the door shake. I knew that the others probably could hear it. It
The Madness of Gamzee MakaraGamzee couldn't remember exactly when he had begun ingesting soper slime, and for some time he didn't even remember why. All he knew was that it was very important. It wasn't until he was three sweeps that he realized just how important it was. That was when he began hearing the voices in his head. One would speak softly, while the other would shout as loudly as possible. They would tell him the same things every time he heard them. Gamzee noticed that the slime would keep the voices at bay. And when its effects were beginning to wear off, the voices became more noticeable and clearer. He didn't even want to know what might happen if he allowed the voices to become as clear as possible. So he kept eating the slime, determined to keep the voices at bay. He never told anyone about the voices, and he never planned to. He successfully managed to pull this off for three sweeps.
That is until the day came when he ran out.
Gamzee frantically searched his room for even a single drop of slime.
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