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TPoS Ch 5TpoS Ch 5.
I look at Rossis and say “Steeve, please come back! I’ll work out our arrangements in a little if you do!” Rossis clutches her head and hisses in pain. The buzzing starts and gets louder and louder. And a small black smoke trails from Rossis it heads straight for me. I flinch slightly but let it enter my head. I feel a small pain spike and the buzzing gets louder and louder. I growl in pain. We both shudder. "That was... uh hard to explain." I say holding my head. I hear Steeve say "Ya know, I like you better. You put up a fight." I feel him grin. I keep growling and mutter "Shut it Steeve." Rossis lays limp in my lap. He grins wider and says "Well, we might want to get everyone out of here... You don't want them getting HURT right?" I growl softly and get up I pick up Rossis who is still limp. Her breathing is slow but steady. I look at Karbro and say “Get out. Now.” He stares at me in shock and horror. “I mean i
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Rossis looks at me with a shocked expression.
"You love her? Why didn't you tell me?!" Karbro exclaims.
I shrug and say "Only just figured it out." Rossis drops to the floor clutching her head, her legs unable to support her anymore.
"ROSEIA!" Karbro yells.
"Rossis!" I exclaim and rush over to her and hug her. She stiffens in my arms, I hug her tighter.
She looks at me and says "Y0u r3ally l0v3 m3?" I nod not trusting my voice. Rossis stares at me for a couple of seconds and then kisses my nose. I sneeze. I hear a faint buzzing sound in the back of my mind. I concentrate on it. I hear a voice, His, but it's blocked by something... I try to pull His voice closer to me so I can hear Him clearer but Rossis shivers. I stop and realize what I was doing. The buzz continues and clears a little. I hear soft chuckling and a voice that sounds like mine, but less scratchy and more polished. "You're so Beautiful, -" It cuts off. I growl softly under my breath. 'What the hell was he gonna
Little brother's PATRON Troll: Vriska/FeferiLittle brother’s PATRON TROLL: Vriska/Feferi.
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
[X ] 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
[X ] Dark blue, is your fav color
[ ] You love to role play
[X ] You like spiders
[X ] 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
[X ] You blame your problems on other things, such as "bad luck"
[X] You have an addiction to b
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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
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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
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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
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SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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