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JadeDave Jade looks down at her phone; a quarter past seven.  He’s late.  She lets out a deep sigh and pushes a stray lock of black hair behind her ear taking a moment to look down at the red rubber band around her ring finger.  Red, like Dave.  “Why isn’t he here?” She whispers wish-fulling to herself. She told him to be here at seven exactly under the biggest tree near her house on LOFAF.  She idly sips a glass of water at the picnic bench she alchemized just for tonight, there are even shitty little candles!!!  She crosses her legs under her 3AM dress the heel of her palm being used as a resting place for her chi

[For ~Young-Breezy-Buddy (https://www.deviantart.com/young-breezy-buddy) !  I hope you like it!]  "You're coming tonight?"  You look over at the source of the question, a boy wearing ridiculous shades, indoors.  "Of course, Dave!  How long have we been doing this now?  Three months last time I checked."  You smile as the stoic boy sitting across the lunch table from you chuckles, "You're counting?  If I didn't know any better I would think that you loved to spend time with me.  I shouldn't be surprised, people start swooning when they just hear the Strider name."  You roll your [e/c] eyes at him and take a bite out of your lunch and swallow before responding, "You know I like spendin

  [For cheesecakeyum!  I hope you don’t mind that I change Cronus’ character, this idea popped into my head and I had to go with it!]  Nothing can compare to this feeling.  Nothing!   Or at least that is how you feel about riding on a jet ski on a hot summer day on the beach!  Sea spray pelts you gently, cooling your tanned skin, solid proof that you have been spending all summer glued to this jet ski.  Today you are on your own, Tuesday, so the normal mob of people is significantly less, minimizing the number of swimmers.    Perfect.  Now you don’t have to worry about hitting anyone, but of course you are still ca

  You stop yourself from bursting straight through the door to his respiteblock and knock loudly, “Eridan! Eridan!” You call his name urgently and within moments he opens the door, concerned with your fearful tone and looks down at you questioningly. “Wwhat is it? Wwhy do you look so bloody scared?!” You breathe in deeply and blurt out what you saw as fast as you can, “A pirate ship is coming and it is part of Mindfang’s fleet!” His eyes flash with recognition and he grabs you by your shoulders and pulling you into the room, “Stay in here and don’t come out for anythin do you hear me?&rdq

  You pace about your room restlessly, peering at the clock built into the wall near the bed, you need to be there in five minutes, and you aren’t looking forward to it. You sit back on the bed, at least you think that is what it is called; you have only ever owned a recuperacoon but these things seem to be all the rage amongst the highbloods.   You don’t see much use for it, sure it is soft but the thought of sleeping in anything other than calm, soothing slime is unthinkable! Especially since you sometimes, even within the comfort of your recuperacoon, scream-inducing nightmares about your matesprit’s death plague your t

 You wake up, wishing you hadn’t as a throbbing pain pulses through your skull. Your thinkpan is mush as you groan, struggling into a sitting position. Where the hell…? You open your eyes groggily, senses coming back along with a rush of memory. OH MY GOG THIS IS NOT HAPPENING! You internally scream when you feel the roll of waves shift the entire room around you, twisting your stomach and your bloodpumper hammers in your chest as your [b/c] eyes flash open as wide as they can go without popping out. Your hand instantly reaches up to clutch your necklace but all it finds is a smooth fabric and look down. You are wearing a whi

  “Did you hear the big news?  The Admiral’s son is going to dock in harbor tomorrow night!” One troll says to his companion, “I can’t believe it, why would he come here?  What could he possibly find?”  His companion responds and reads the notice he points to, no, it isn’t a notice, it is a warning, that’s how you feel anyway as you lean against a nearby tree with your hood pulled down so no one can see your [b/c] eyes.  They continue talking, as if you aren’t even there, so you examine them.  They wear the robes of bluebloods, now it make sense.  Those highblood-worshipping lowlives are