MojoIzu

Author's Note: A word of warning: There are cusswords all over this fic. I own nothing but he text. >College! AU :3 Vermilion 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

You pouted as you watched your boyfriend Karkat bring in two steaming mugs of hot chocolate to warm the two of you up a little due to the heavy storm outside and there was a black out right now. Luckily, both mugs had been prepared a minute before everything went off. To say the least, it was cold and you were wearing nothing but your short pajamas, you found it freezing. Karkat’s red eyes glanced towards you before he raised an eyebrow. The only light provided by both of you guy’s cell phones which incredibly illuminated the whole living room. You gripped the blanket he had brought earlier and pulled it closer to you. Karkat fr

The princess was perfect as could be, Admired by everyone she would see. Her skin was smooth and very fair. So long and flowing was her hair. But there was one thing she feared. She heard the demon coming near. The demon would attack the town, Destroy everything that was around. Despite all her great fame, The demon she could not tame. As the demon continued to grow. There was a secret the town didn't know. There was no one she could confide. The demon the princess held inside. At night the princess just changed. Her mind and body become deranged. Her town she didn't know how to defend. Only one way she could bring to an end. One quick draw o

　　Your name is LIZZ MORRIS. You are 13 years old and have a variety of interests. Some are DANCING ALONE IN YOUR ROOM, MAKING PANCAKES, and TALKING TO YOUR INTERNET FRIENDS. You love any book that is FANTASY. Most of your friends are over the internet. When you MAKE PANCAKES you like to make a lot of FUCKING PANCAKES because your SISTER will eat at least 3/4 of them. 　　You’re SHORT but still taller then your TROLL FRIEND who is 19 YEARS OLD and shorter than you. You have SHORT BROWN HAIR and DARK RED EYES. You use CONTACTS to hide your EYES. You dress like a GUY. 　　Your only FRIENDS are TROLLS.