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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
Spooky Ghost - Warriors FanfictionMothwing didn’t know where she was.Spooky Ghost - Warriors Fanfiction by Ashdapple
The small, golden she-cat weaved stiffly through the long, spindly trees that covered the place, trying her hardest not to shake in fear. She wasn’t a little kit after all who got afraid of stupid things like the dark! But… she couldn’t help the natural fear this place caused her to feel. She was sure even the courageous Leopardstar would be feeling little quakes if she was in a similar situation. The entire atmosphere of this area was… unnerving and creepy. It almost made her want to stop moving and just curl up into a tight ball and hope for rescue.
The soil underneath her feet didn’t feel completely solid and grounded. In fact, it felt more like she was stepping in a marsh. She could find no dry patch of soil anywhere. Every part of it was moist and squeezed through her paws like goo. Sometimes, if she wasn’t careful enough, she would sink through the soil, splashing herself with warm, muddy water. Her o
Spilt Popcorn - Durarara! FanfictionShitsuo could hardly believe it. To be more specific, he didn’t want to believe it. He had done it, he had actually done it.Spilt Popcorn - Durarara! Fanfiction by Ashdapple
For years now, he thought this was nothing more than a silly cliché that only old-fashioned movies did. It was not something he would ever have to worry about happening to him. Oh, but it had happened alright, and Shitsuo could literally feel himself being reduced to nothing more than an embarrassed wreck. He wanted the floor to swallow him up just to escape from this.
Beside him, his best friend and master, Sakuraya was shaking with peals of laughter, tears of mirth forming at the corner of his salmon-pink eyes, some slipping down his cheeks. The boy was clutching at his stomach tightly, as if he expected to burst out at any moment.
Shitsuo wished he could join in with all the joy his best friend was experiencing, but found that his own embarrassment was much stronger than whatever humor his body could find in the situation. He didn’t even bot
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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. &