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Plot Twist (Sequel to Hawk's Dream) - :CO:“You didn’t bring anyone else into this mess did you, Ash?” Hawk said in horror, as she stared at her disconcerted and quite guilty-looking friend. She had simply asked Ash the simple question if she had written any more of her friends into this whole messed up storyline of a fanfiction and Ash had immediately went silent… making her look guiltier than one of the murderers in the actual Dangan Ronpa show.Plot Twist (Sequel to Hawk's Dream) - :CO: by Ashdapple
Simon, meanwhile, looked like he was trying his hardest not to commit the first murder as he bit out, “Ash! Answer us! Did you?”
He was practically screaming at that point and for a moment, Hawk was actually afraid she was going have to restrain her boyfriend from killing a terrified Ash. After all, the first murderer always got the most brutal execution in Dangan Ronpa, and Hawk really didn’t want to watch Simon get pelted with baseballs or dropped into a volcano whilst covered in powder.
Dangan Ronpa really was a strange series now that she
Returning the Favor - Fire Emblem Fanfiction -:CO:Len had to admit… he was pretty terrified right now.Returning the Favor - Fire Emblem Fanfiction -:CO: by Ashdapple
The large, onyx-black dragon, which was circling him like a cat toying with its prey, had begun to hiss loudly, bearing an impressive row of glittering white teeth that all boasted the sharpness of a cleaver knife and the effectiveness of one too. Its green eyes glittered maliciously as it sized him up, obviously trying to find some weak spot to strike him at. The pupils were nothing more than thin slits.
Len didn’t really know what type of dragon it was (the study of dragons had never really worked its way into his other reading material), and to be honest, at that moment, he really didn’t care. All he knew was the bare essentials that mattered at that very moment: that the dragon in front of him was big, scary, and it was looking at him like he was a steaming piece of high-class mutton.
Beside him, he could hear Chrom trying to struggle upwards; his body quivering with effort and pain as he tried to use his sword
Job Searching - Homestuck Fanfiction - :GIFT:Fuck Gamzee. Quite frankly, those two words were all that really needed to be said about this whole entire situation. But allow him some time to explain himself in a little detail, just so you can get the full grasp of what he was going through.Job Searching - Homestuck Fanfiction - :GIFT: by Ashdapple
Karkat Vantas didn’t really know why he thought it would be a good idea to ask a clown who constantly ate strange substances in the shape of pies and who preached about clown gods and shit about helping him find a job would be a good idea. In fact, now that he thought about that very sentence, he realized that he must have eaten a sopor pie himself to think that asking Gamzee would be a good idea in any way, shape, or form. But let’s give him the benefit of the doubt here that he had a big heart and was willing to give people the benefit of the doubt.
It wasn’t even like Karkat wanted to get a job in the first place. He spent most of his days inside of his Hive trying to hide his mutant blood from other trolls to avoid getting
Hawk's Dream - Random Fanfiction - :GIFT:You cannot be serious…” Hawk heard herself say aloud, an expression of horror lit up on her face. What in the world was happening? Or better yet, how did this happen? “What you are trying to tell me is…”Hawk's Dream - Random Fanfiction - :GIFT: by Ashdapple
“Yep! That’s right! All of you are now the official cast of Dangan Ronpa 3!” piped Monobear, who didn’t even bother to hide his apparent glee at this news. But it wasn’t the sort-of-endearing high-pitched voice of the original Monobear that was filling up Hawk’s ears. No, instead, it was the castrated-fair-announcer voice of the English-dubbed Monobear that grated against her eardrums, making her want to tear them apart with a salad fork instead of listening to this onslaught of torture.
Hawk was going to make a less-than-polite comment about what she thought of his voice, when, all of a sudden, a miserable voice cut her off. “Well…it’s official. I am dead.”
The familiarity of the voice caused
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Babysitting - StreamClan Fanfiction - GiftHow, in the dear name of StarClan, did Leonpaw get himself stuck in this situation? Why was he stuck here in camp, babysitting some dumb kits while a majority of his Clanmates were attending the Gathering?
Actually, why was he asking these questions to himself? He knew the answer to them all.
The reason he was stuck here was through the carefully concentrated effort of Kirigiripaw and Monobear, or aka, the scourges of his whole entire existence. Okay, so maybe he was the only cat who knew and called them by that, but still, it was a fitting nickname.
Granted, he had been foolish to believe Monobear in the first place. But an apprentice should be able to his trust his/her mentor full-heartedly. Wasn’t that like one of the unspoken agreements in the ritual between both mentor and apprentice. Sure, Monobear was an evil, sadistic cat but…
No, there was nothing to add to that. There was his answer of why he shouldn’t trust any of Monobear’s words. Monobear was a sic
Secret Chocolate - Durarara! FanfictionShitsuo had always liked chocolate. Normally, this fact wouldn’t shock anyone. Lots of people loved chocolate. It was a perfectly normal love to have. Maybe not the healthiest, but it was okay.
But people were raised in different families, and if Shitsuo’s family had even heard a hint of this fact, he didn’t even want to imagine how much they would hound and lecture him.
Shitsuo’s family, to say the very least, were extremely strict. Obedience was the one skill Shitsuo had mastered completely. It was the law he was raised by his whole entire life. Whatever his parents said was law.
He was assigned to be a butler to Sakuraya by his family, so obviously, he had to learn how to be obedient and used to taking orders. His family had given him early experience per say. Everything in Shitsuo’s life was controlled by them, timing and everything.
Shitsuo, when he went to play outside with other friends, had to come back exactly an hour later. That was his curfew. &