—Wonder how many of my 12 followers I’m gonna lose for this one? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure you’re all gonna hate me. OwO
God, I love writing death scenes, bwahahahaha.
Oh, and I put the new Condesce in here, too. You know, the two-braided troll? The new one? The awesome one? OwO—
Dave set the last bomb down behind a small pile of rubble, lifting his shades a little to make sure the gray-colored fuse was indiscernible from the ground. Satisfied, he went back to the first of the five or so explosives – the only one with a set timer, connected to the others by the fuse – and laid his finger on the switch to turn it on.
—Guess what? There’s finally a plot! Like, 20 chapters in! Who knew, huh?
That’s what I get for winging it. >.>—
The woman opened her mouth to speak, but before she could Aradia cut her off.
“Are you a ghost?” she asked, bypassing tact.
The glowing woman laughed, and her voice was more ethereal than anything else. “No,” she answered. “A ghost is a hologram built on emotion, an imprint of someone already having joined the Lifestream. I’m not a hologram, just a visitor.”
I can’t remember what the festival at the beginning of Dirge of Cerberus was for. You know, the festival that the Deepground Dipshits crash-landed into?
If anyone else knows, let me know. If not, I’ll just make the festival in Midgarstuck be marking the anniversary of Meteorfall.
Sound good to you folks?
—As I warned, nothing but fluff. Besides something Jake says near the end, this part’s not really significant to the plot. I’m just a hapless fanfic writer who needs more fluff in her life, especially two days after V-Day and STILL not in a relationship, and this is my only outlet at the moment because for some reason my fluffly pictures come out stupid and I hate them.
Anyway, have some GunBlade fluff!!! Whee~—
Karkat led the three into the cavern, where Sollux and Roxy were already passed out together on one of the cots they’d laid out. He and John left the other two to their own devices, going to the cot in the middle, where John asked him softly about the bruises on his face.
—Fun fact: I was actually trying to nap, and I try to fall asleep by brainstorming ideas for the next chapter. Thing is, when I remembered the part on FF7 when Aeris says “the roof and the flowers must have broken your fall” (which, much as I love the game, was a tad ridiculous. XD), I couldn’t help it. I HAD TO type this chapter. I just HAD TO.
Took me around half an hour for the whole chapter (sans the first three or so paragraphs). Whaddaya think, not bad, eh? >w< —
“KK, stop moping around,” Sollux growled over his shoulder at Karkat. “Your boyfriend’s gonna be fine. He’s with two fighters, remember?”
“I’m not an idiot,” Karkat countered. “I know that. I can’t help worrying, though. And stop calling me ‘KK’, or your name’s permanently ‘fuckass’.”
I can’t believe I just did that…. —
Jake sat staring in horror as his brain tried to run through what had just happened, to try to make sense of it all.
—HEY LOOK I DID IT. Two chapters in one day. This one’s about a page longer, too. And includes MATERIA. WHEE~
(This chapter’s alternate title is: “In which Equius is the biggest cockblock. It is him.”)—
You would think that it would be slow going in the tunnels because of how many of their party was injured – namely, more than half of them – but, owing to the materia they’d had stockpiled for an emergency such as this, after about five minutes they were all as good as new. They were nearing the exit to the tunnels that Jake and the others had taken the previous night, the one leading to Banora.
YOU KNOW WHAT I DON’T CARE ANYMORE
—HERE HAVE PART OF THAT FLUFFY THING I MENTIONED EARLIER. It’ll probably be here in the next chapter or two so NYAH. I’m only giving you a couple of paragraphs, though.—
“How can you trust me? How can you, when I don’t even know if I can trust my bloody self?” Jake’s voice was bitter.
And Dirk found himself struggling for the words. The words he’d meant to say from the beginning, that people normally had a hard time saying for the first time anyway, but he was Dirk fucking Strider. Why was it so hard for him? Finally, after moments that felt like years of deliberating, he just said it.
“Because I love you, Jake.”
Jake paused, pulling away to stare at him with wide eyes, and Dirk suddenly felt as if that was not what he should have said, that he should have said something else, anything but what he had. He looked away. “Damn it, forget I said that,” he said.
—I LEARNED A NEW WORD. PECKSNIFFIAN. Now I just need to find a good place to use it. XD Thank you, Charles Dickens and dictionary.com.
Oh, yeah. I have a chapter for you guys. I’m really in a writing mood now, so I’ll probably start working on the next chapter tonight (as in, probably the next few minutes. XD)
Anyway, have fun!—
Terezi was shaken awake by a rough hand, and she opened her eyes to darkness. Of course,she was a little more than used to it, so she wasn’t surprised. What did surprise her was the scent of the place she had woken up in; the WRO headquarters still smelled from the years it had been out of use and rotting quietly. Though the smell of cleaning chemicals was ever-present, it hadn’t covered up the smell for her, though she didn’t know of anyone else who could smell it. Her nose was sharper than most.