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TPoS Ch 3TPoS Ch 3
I look at Rossis with a shocked expression. "K-karbro," I whisper to him," I-i think H-he's possessing Rossis.." He stares at me looking as shocked as I am.
Fliqbro chuckles softly and says "Finally figured it out did you?"
Karbro looks at him and says "You KNEW about this? The ENTIRE time?"
Fliqbro shakes his head and says "No, I figured it out as soon as I looked in her eyes though."
I look at Rossis and say "Sis, you in there?" And I look at Fliqbro and say "Are you SURE you had nothing to do with this? Because if you did, I will kill you, disembowl you and feed you your own entrails. And that's ME talking, not Him."
"Cool" Fliqbro chuckles. "Hey you know I care about Roseia. But I might know someone who would do something like this." I reach for his throat and shake him. "WHO?! Tell me now!!!" I scream while shaking him. I growl and shake him. Fliqbro holds up his hands in the universal sign of surrender and points to his neck. I let go but glare at him. I walk back towar
TPoS Ch 2TPoS Ch 2
I walk over to the couch and sit down. I stare at the ceiling with my good eye. Then Fersis walks into the hive without even knocking. "Oi Juggabo! I came to visit!" She announces like she doesn't even give a shit. I look over at her and she stares at me and says "What in the name of the 27 hells happened to your eye?"
I sigh and point to the sickle that's on the ground near the couch because Karbro forgot to Capchalouge it. She nods in understanding. She chuckles and says "Did He do it? Or would someone else inflict a wound that looks self inflicted. And yes I know the difference because I give out wounds daily.." She smiles evilly and then shakes her head. "Sorry Juggabo." Z says as she takes control. "Feral wanted to see you. Flipps get in here! If we're gonna stay in here for more than a couple minutes you need to get in here. Standing outside is rude." Z gives me a small smile. Flipbro slowly walks in looking around for signs of danger or Flipping out, he sees none and w
TPoS Ch 1.TPoS Ch 1.
I wake up on the floor and look up at Rossis “Can you get me out of this thing?” I ask.
She stares at me and asks “You won’t attack us again?”
I give her a look that says “Are-you-fucking-dumb?” I look over at Karbro and say “You mind getting the sickle out of my eye?” He stares at me in shock for a couple of seconds and then nods. Karbro walks over to me and grabs the sickle, I tense up. Karbro yanks out the sickle and Indigo flies everywhere. “SHIT THAT HURT!” I scream. After a minute I’ve calmed down I say “Bro you mind cutting me out of this?” He nods. I smile up at him. "Also sis you're gonna have to get off if bro's gonna cut this off." I say looking at her. She gets off of my back after a second. She moves out of the way and Karbro cuts off the ropes with ease. I get unsteadily and grin at them. "Thanks." I say still grinning.
"No problem GAM GAM." Karbro says with a small smile.
The Purity of Sanity PrologueFanfic name Teaser!
I walk over to Karbro holding one of my clubs and his sickle and my left arm bleeds a little. I chuckle and throw my club at him before he runs away. Then flashstep behind him and punch him in the head before saying “Boo.” I pick up his unconscious body and sling him over my shoulder. I walk over to Rossis and grab her by the neck. I smirk at her. After a couple of minutes Rossis turns slightly pale. Karbro screams “Let go of her you asshole!” And struggles some. I don’t register any of his struggling until he bites my shoulder. I drop Rossis in alarm. Rossis kicks me in the shin. I gasp and say “Naughty little girl.” But then He wakes up. He loosens my grip on Karbro just enough for him to slip out of my hands. I growl loudly. I chuckle insanely and stab myself in the left eye with Karbro’s sickle.
Oh who am I to be so rude? I haven’t even properly introduced myself yet. I’m Steeve Markara, or Steeve
Bio for Matesprits-413 I think that's the name...Bio for Matesprits-413
I think that's the name....
Name: Not telling, but you can call me Z
Age: Old enough for somethings young enough to still not be able to drive. SADS.
Interests: Reading lots of manga or watching anime, reading books, and using the internets.
Orientation: Bi.. I think. I don't fucking know man.
Contact:Fanfiction.net and Tumblr I have a tumblr and.i don't know what to do with it. Somebody anyone please HALP!
Pairings:... No. I'm not naming them all. But here's one for HS Johnkat forever!
Other stuff.: Fuck you. Just that's all I have to say.
PATRON TROLL: GaMzEe MoThErFuCPATRON TROLL:
Karkat Vantas (♋)
[ ] Cancer is your zodiac sign
[ ] You hate the color red
[ ] You love RIDICULOUSLY TERRIBLE ROMANTIC MOVIES AND ROMCOMS
[ ] You like to program computers
[ ] You fail at it
[X ] YOU LIKE TO TYPE IN CAPS
[X ] You don't put up with anyone's bullshit
[ ] You love to argue and support your arguments with empty logic
[ ] You never smile
[X] You get aggravated easily
[X ] You act like an asshole but deep down you care for your friends
[ ] You have problems with relationships
Vriska Serket (♏)
[ ] Scorpio is your zodiac sign
[ ] Dark blue, is your fav color
[ ] You love to role play
[ ] You like spiders
[ ] You like end of the world scenarios such as the Zombie Apocalypse, Fall out invasion, etc.
[X ] Magic 8 balls are cool
[ ] You are very manipulative
[ ] You are a huge bitch
[X] You easily get bored
[ ] You blame your problems on other things, such as "bad luck"
[ ] You have an addiction to breaking things
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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