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beat the heat _ Equius X Reader
Beat the Heat
This was the fifth time Equius heard a long and drawn out "ugh" come from his significant other, [Y/N], who was laying across the lumpy sofa in his basement. And, no, usually he didn't work in the basement, he worked in the shop- a small building across the Zahhak property. But because it was so gosh darned hot outside, he had no choice but to move all of his tools, his blueprints, his projects, here.
It was excruciatingly hot down here as well, but not so much as it would have been in the shop. Good lord, that would have been awful. He sighed and wiped a smear of oil from his sweaty face.
"[Y/N], I'm aware of the current situation, and I know that it is uncomfortable. Perhaps you should go home to your own property, where the air conditioning system works." He turned to look at them. They sat up on the couch.
"Equius, why don't you all just bring your horses, bring your mechanical shit, and come to our property? Its like, twice as large and we don
The Morning After [Gamzee Makara x Reader]
Warnings: Profanity, sexual implications, drug use.
The Morning After
The moment your eyes shot open, you were greeted by Gamzee Makara's sleeping face.
You did not just sleep with Gamzee. No.
However the memories of last night that haunted your hungovered ass proves otherwise. You knew that there was no way you'd fuck the juggalo with a clear mind, but unfortunately for you, last night your head was filled of brume and booze.
The first rational thought that you had not involving imagining his hot naked body directly over yours under the sheets was that you had to leave before he woke up, because then it’d just be really weird. But that was no easy task. Gamzee's entire torso lied on top of yours, while his head found perch on your chest.
Your first attempt of escape was to shimmy him off until you're free, but it was impossible. His girth was probably double your own. You doubted you could even throw him off
Human!Gamzee X Reader: I Do The invitation was printed in fancy script and read:
"You are invited to the wedding of Clara (l/n) and Tim Phillips."
You had never even met cousin Clara, but apparently you were invited to her wedding. You showed the invitation to Gamzee.
"So, you're going to a wedding?"
"Yup, and you're coming with me."
"Woah, what? I've never been to a wedding before, sis."
"Gamzee, has it ever occurred to you we've been dating for three years and you've barely said two words to anyone in my family?"
His hand ran through his untamed black hair, "I don't even know how to act at a wedding."
"It's easy. Just think about everything you normally do,"
"And do the opposite."
He knocked on the apartment door three months later. It was dress shopping day for you. It was Gamzee's signature knock, morse code for the
Educational Shipping[John Egbert x Reader] Summary: Because apparently even the teachers know you have a crush on one John Egbert who shares your biology class and everyone in the goddamn Faculty of Arts and Sciences is shipping you two and the fact that like 90% of your lecturers are from that faculty it means you get to be partnered with John one way or another.
Or alternately titled, Teachers Should Get A Pay Raise So They'd Stop Shipping Their Students When They've Got Nothing To Enjoy With Their Meager Salary.
Karkat is looking at John with an unimpressed but slightly surprised looked.
You know the reason why, it's because John Motherfucking Adorkable Bit of a Douche Egbert just ask you for coffee. Like a Date. (The Capital is so totally necessary.)
In front of the whole biology class with his goddamn chipper voice and everyone heard.
Normally this wouldn't draw out that much attention but you knew that from the moment you did that stupid dare (because you so totally needed that money and it benefited you so
Okay [John Egbert x Reader]
You have to remind yourself of that constantly, and commit to it, because if don't you're going to break. And that's not an option. You've already wallowed in your misery, withered away to the brink of self-destruction and worse. There's no way you were going to fall that low again.
You're okay, you remind yourself, as you open the door to John Egbert's apartment. His dad, apparently, thought that it'd be best if you were the one to clear out John's stuff. In all honesty, you don't want to, because you knew that there's a good chance that you'd snap. More than anything, though, it was having to dismantle the integral factor that proved that he used to be. But the fact that this probably meant the world to his dad made you unable to decline.
It isn't as if you're in some kind of hurry to move on or someshit. In fact, it took you a solid month before you could do as much as to hold a conversa
Vermilion [Dave Strider x Reader]
A word of warning: There are cusswords all over this fic.
I own nothing but he text.
>College! AU :3
Your name is [F/N] [L/N], and oh boy do you hate parties. The reason as to why you’re currently amidst one right now is, well, your ball-of-distilled-sunshine roommate, Jade Harley. In the past few days before the party, she’d been trying to cajole you into accompanying her despite of knowing very well that you’d rather have a midnight date with your WIFI connection than attend some New-Years drunken-jamboree. Her reason for dragging you along is, apparently, because she was interested in one fella, and could not – according to her – do anything without you; although you weren’t even fully aware of how the logic of this works in her head. You just figured that she might just need you to be there, watching from a calculated distance. Since you’d been with Jade for the longest time, you know tha
F*ck The Police [Dirk Strider x Reader]Summary: In which an attempt at murder was made only to be stopped by Kankri , Dave and John are little shits, Dirk apologizes to the whole dorm and tells how it went down. Also he may or may not have inadvertently proclaimed his crush on you.
Dirk saw his life flashed in front of him.
It was pathetic.
Which he took as a meaning that he wasn't meant to die by the hands of their Dorm Master, who is totally able to pull off being cute despite being socially inept and utterly rude.
Dirk Strider wasn't romanticizing your cons he wasn't nope. Not at all.
"Dirk Mother fucking Strider if you do not stop this is instant I will make you eat that lousy attempt for a spaghetti you made!" He heard you screech and chose to abscond the fuck outta there.
Dirk Strider is a genius and therefore knew that a girl that just busted a reinforced window with a sheer kick is someone not to mess with. So here he was composure in tact even though inwardly he was already scrambling in finding away t
I'm Mona. I'm crazy, pretty much bipolar, and a total weirdo. |
I love to draw, write, listen to music, play video games, read, sing, and be an idiot with my friends.
That's really all there is to it. Be nice to me and I'll be nice to you. Give a llama, get a llama. Live and let live.
So yeah. Have at, my lovelies.
Current Residence: Richmond, Virginia
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Roomy.
Print preference: BIG. x3
Favourite genre of music: mostly rock, metal, country, classical, and pop
Operating System: Windows Vista... :\
MP3 player of choice: Sony Walkman. 8D
Shell of choice: Er... Turtle?
Wallpaper of choice: Swirlies. <3
Skin of choice: Mine.
Favourite cartoon character: >.> I don't know.
Personal Quote: "No, not Voldey! He'll get dents!"