uncodedConnections

Nepeta giggled maniacally as she dragged her new matesprit back to her hive. You should have never messed with her. She cleaned her claws of your still fresh blood, chanting of how easy it was to kill you as Karkat sat bound in chains a few steps away. "NEPETA W-WHY THE FUCK WOULD Y-YOU KILL HER." Karkat asked between choked sobs, his eyes puffy and his cheeks flushed with pain. Nepeta sighed and got up from her stone seat. "beclaws Karkitty, even though I shipped you and that, (Y/N) girl, once I saw she was real, I knew, she would get in the way of my plans fur my comic. You see my purrecious Karkitty," She rambled, gently tracing her fing

~Reader’s POV~ “(F/n)…” Shit, how did he know your name? You tried to back up, but you were already at the back wall of the closet. The irate glare had disappeared from his gray orbs, as he lifted his hand to you. That only made you cower more, but as you struggle to push the hand away he grasps your wrist, pulling you out of the closet. You avoided eye contact as he dug into your wrists, drawing liquid-crimson. “What the hell are you doing here?” He questioned, his stony eyes digging into your (e/c). That was your breaking point. You became a sobbing mess, clear tears running down your cheek. This cau

~Reader’s POV~ You laid quietly in the folds of your (f/c) comforter, with your (s/f/c) laptop nestled on top of you. You clicked through countless, boring web comics, looking for one that caught your attention. Your search was interrupted by an unusual buzzing from your computer. It made you jump as it continually got louder until you had to cover your ears from the sound. A bright flash of light came from your laptop, as your vision went blurry, you felt yourself fall against something soft. And breathing. ~Karkat’s POV~ I felt a weight against me after my husktop went on the fritz, causing me to fall back against the hard

Karkat’s POV: I don’t fucking get it… I leaned back in my swivel chair, hands in my face. My blood pumper was rushing after looking at the sight on my Husktop. I parted my fingers just enough to see the image.         There she was, a strange alien female who was, sadly, completely fictional. With (s/c) instead of gray, (h/c), and, she had NO horns. At first glance she seemed stupid, but once you study the curves in her body that most of the females I was acquainted with didn’t have. Along with the locks of hair, pools of (e/c), BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ          I was rudely knocked from my observations as Trollian pulled u

"Aspen, sweetie come over here." Is all I heard for half of the trip, I didn't know where we were going, even though my older sister, obviously knew since she kept hinting at being better than me. I honestly couldn't blame her, she was better than me at almost any thing. The only thing I could ever really beat her in, is being quiet. It's not like I had a choice, since I was born with stitching on my mouth which made it hurt for me to speak. I had no problem winning the quiet game, but she won in everything else; wrestling, fishing, racing, and every staring contest we ever had. Shaking my head to rid myself of the self-pitying thoughts I l