yupjustkeepmovin

‘bzzzzzt’ My gaze snapped to that of my phone. Here I was eating breakfast and I get a message. Who in their right mind sends ME of all people a message at what……..eight o’ clock in the morning? I rolled my eyes and swiped my finger across the screen, opening the message. ‘hey (y/n) what are y0u doiing?’ I quickly picked up my phone, chewing a mouthful of my breakfast. ‘eating breakfast why?’ Before I could even set my phone down it buzzed again ‘what are y0u eating?’ Once again I replied ‘honeycomb cereal. How do you respond so fast? My phone buzzes before I can

((so this can be considered mildly feelsy. you hath been warned of these triggers mate, proceed with caution @_@ )) It sucks. I never thought that I would fall for you, but somehow somewhere I slipped and here I am. I fell. Now I don’t know what to do. I love you with a love that is far more than that of love, yet here I am. I haven’t spoken a word I wish that things would come together, in which I hope they will soon, and that we can all be happy and together. Because I love you and I’m not afraid to admit it I love you And it’s killing me Sometimes I sit and wonder if you ever think of me as much as I

“HOLY SHIT (y/n)SIS LOOK AT ALL OF THESE MOTHER FUCKIN BUBBLES” “Gamzee what?” I was currently with my morial Gamzee, the two of us sitting in Gamzee’s backyard. I was sitting on a rather peculiar fallen log, my elbows on my knees. Gamzee on the other hand…. He was chasing bubbles. For some odd reason he loved them. In fact, he adored the clear floating spheres so much that eridan had bought him a bubble machine for (Christmas/perigees eve) last year. Worst. Idea. Ever. Now, every time he felt like looking at bubbles (which was all of the time) he would call me over and be like: “Oh hey (y/n)

He hated this. This feeling that he had had in his chest since he first saw her all of those many years ago. Its not like he choose to feel this way, he had tried everything under the sun to get the feeling to go away. Not that it ever was, love was next to impossible to get rid of. That’s right. Love. The big “L” word. The word many people dreamed of, and others despised. He knew that he couldn’t help the feeling but he’d be dammed if he didn’t hate it. There wasn’t another person on the face of the planet that could measure up to that one particular person. He hated it yet loved it at the same tim

    Karkat let out a string of curses as he threw various spices and seasonings on the turkey. He didn’t even know why he was doing this, probably because he wanted to please (y/n). She had been cooking and preparing all day that morning for the thanksgiving dinner later on. So, in a desperate attempt to contribute and take a load off of (y/n)’s shoulders, he decided to prepare and bake the thanksgiving turkey with Gamzee since he didn’t have anything else to do this day. Literally. At four o clock that morning Karkat and his matesprit (y/n) had been awoken from loud knocking. After walking down the stairs and trying not to

(y/n) wasn’t your typical modern day female. She didn’t have smooth flawless skin, and she didn’t have a perfect hourglass body. She didn’t have whimsical story book worthy hair, and she didn’t have any and all designer clothes. She was just a girl in a world of “perfectionists”. He never knew how she did it, how she continued walking and being comfortable in her own skin when the entire world was pounding this perfect image into her brain. Her (eye shaped) eyes were (eye color) Nothing rare, nothing strange. Her (body type) body was usually clothed in (most occurring clothing in your/your oc’

RING RING RING RING RING!!! Karkat Vantas cursed and rolled over in his bed picking up his phone which had been ringing for what seemed like twenty minutes. He didn’t look at it, his face in his pillow, he only slid the call acceptance open putting the cold metal to his ear. “What the fuck do you want it’s like three in the fucking morning.” “Karkat?” Once he heard that voice, everything stopped for him then rocketed back into motion. He shot up in his bed his eyes wide. “(Y/n)?” On the other end he heard a quiet ‘mhmm’ making him curious as to why his flushcrush was calling hi

My steady pace slowed to a halt as I wandered the markets. I wasn’t supposed to be here, I wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near this part of the city. I was in highblood territory. In simple terms, the capital was split between the highbloods and lowbloods quite obviously though the appearance of the city elaborated on that fact. In the lowblood part of the city, which would be the outer ring, the roads were dirt the buildings similar to that of lean-to’s and the only bits of light glowed from hanging lanterns. Even the lanterns were shambled. They were steel plates or bowls chains wrapped around the bases and tied at the t

“Don’t you think so kurlz?” “Honk!” “Ha-ha, me too, but I think I look better in (color you look even more fabulous then you already do in) or something I always look better in (darker/lighter) colors.” I was currently shopping with my morial Kurloz, summer was ending unfortunately, the weather making me put away my (color) and (other color) (design) (bikini/one piece/monokini), though shorts were still able to slide. We were school shopping, something the two of us liked to do. The weird thing about it though was Kurloz only ever went school shopping with me. Only me. One time, Cronus asked him

Almeis Captor stepped out onto his porch, humming a soft tune as he turned around and locked his door, placing his ring of keys, decorated with a small bee keychain, in his pocket. He stretched a bit and glanced down to pick up the morning paper. Except it wasn’t there. In place of the small rolled up off-white daily paper, was a small box. The box itself was small and had an asymmetrical design of black and yellow, and a small red and blue bi colored tag, a nice calligraphic scripture written on it. Psiioniic bent down and retrieved the small box off of his porch. He eyed it cautiously turning it over in his hands a few times before