In your tags for that karkat thing you have "Dsp is karkat" but I believe that is Michael from Rooster Teeth's Rage Quit.
Oh wow. My bad. They sound so alike haha.
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In your tags for that karkat thing you have "Dsp is karkat" but I believe that is Michael from Rooster Teeth's Rage Quit.
Oh wow. My bad. They sound so alike haha.
Whoohoo I Updated
A full week later than I said I would
One Shots
An idea for one just popped into my head, and it actually has the potential to get a little risqué.... Should I write it?
Sneak Peek, any one? ;)
IN THE SON HOUSE AT NIGHT "This was a bad idea. It was a terrible idea, actually. What had she been thinking, suggesting such...a... Chichi took a short step back, tugging on his shirt. Her feet still impeded his movements, and he was jerked down to her level. Their noses touched. She felt the heat on his face. She was looking right into those dark, confused eyes. He was cute. And clueless. Chichi’s hands slipped up around his neck. “It’s rude to stare.” “What?” “It’s rude to stare. Close your eyes.” He didn't. He wasn't going to listen. She knew it. But... A weight on her hip. His hand? Yes. He still looked utterly bewildered by the situation; a heated purple blush bridged across his nose, skin crinkling where it was discolored by his embarrasment. Chichi felt her own face heating up. That stare of his! "I mean it, close your eyes," a small - no miniscule - part of her was screaming at her to back off, that Piccolo was off limits for so many reasons, but she ignored it. In one swift, gentle motion, Chichi pulled him down another few inches, and closed her lips over his. Piccolo went rigid, but remained where he was, not moving. He wasn't going to kiss her back, she knew it. She let go, tasting his breath on her face. Her heart was fluttering." THIS IS WRITTEN BY ME MINE
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