|My art is my life. ^_^|
The Lost Get Found - 3 (Human!Gamzee x Reader)The Lost Get Found - 3 (Human!Gamzee x Reader) by VincentValentineGirl
Eight in the morning came early, especially when one is unable to sleep.
It took almost a pack of cigarettes and a beer to get him to finally pass out at three in the morning. He woke at seven, groggily dressing in jeans and a black shirt, yanking on his sneakers before he started the walk to the art store. He was still half asleep as he passed by a group of thugs that started to throw comments at him. He ignored them for the most part, replying by flipping them off. He wasn’t a morning person anyway.
They didn’t like that much, but they didn’t pursue him.
Fine by him. He didn’t need to lose his job before he even started it.
A yawn left him as he turned down the street that lead to the shopping center where the art store was located. It was almost eight and he had left the house at seven-thirty. At least he wasn’t late, he thought as he stopped in front of the store, peering in. It wasn’t open yet. Gamzee leaned against the wall beside the store, wa
The Lost Get Found - 2 (Human!Gamzee x Reader)The Lost Get Found - 2 (Human!Gamzee x Reader) by VincentValentineGirl
Gamzee frowned as he looked at a store window. Every store, restaurant, dealership—anywhere, really—that he had stepped into and asked if they were hiring all said the same thing, ‘No and if we were, what do you think our customers would think seeing someone like you here?’
Non-discriminatory, his happy ass. He had even forgone his usual face paint (much to his discomfort) and wore the nicest clothing he had. Clean black jeans, a plain black shirt with the Capricorn symbol on it, sneakers and his jacket. Aside from the scars, he really didn’t look that bad. He even combed his wild mane of curly hair. It laid in loose curls around his face and reached the nape of his neck. Maybe he should get a haircut.
Gamzee looked at the reflection in the window again. His reputation was really ruining things for him. He scowled a little and rubbed the back of his neck, looking away and continuing on. Well, there was only a few more areas to try, before he might h
|My art is my life. ^_^|
Human!Kurloz x Reader: Counting Our Tiny Stars Shapeshifting!Human!Kurloz x Reader: Counting Our Tiny StarsHuman!Kurloz x Reader: Counting Our Tiny Stars by Casey-Von-Salamander
Song included: Counting Stars by OneRepublic
This is to make up for murdering feels in the Kar fic
Lately I been, I been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I been, I been prayin' har
Said no more counting dollars
We'll be counting stars
Yeah, we'll be counting stars
I'm in an owl form, sitting on a branch outside this girl's room. She's living in what used to be my home growing up, exactly in my room. She seems sad. There might be some family issues. Wait, why am I even caring about some random girl? Oh. That's right. She isn't just some random girl. She's my childhood crush who moved away and moved back. Parents divorced I think. (F.Name) (L.Name). She's even more beautiful than I last remember her being. I fly t
Help| Signless X Troll!ReaderHelp| Signless X Troll!Reader by BloodknifeOcpony1
Your eyes dart open as you feel tugging at the bottom of your elegant robes.You let out a tiny yawn as you located who had been bugging you."What is it Kankri? Did karkat bite your father again..?" You Mumbled.To the Alternian people you had been Known as The [Title], The Troll who had been Willing to sacrifice anything in the name of Lowbloods and Even Highbloods.To You the Hemospectrum had been asinine,You did not care about your [B/C] Blood and neither did your friends.
"Yes.Father had picked Karkat up So he may eat with the rest of us,but Once He had taken him away from his Grubloaf to clean him.Karkat had bit our fathers hand and Scurried away,Hissing." Kankri explained before blowing his whistle."It Triggered me."
A annoyed and tired sigh slipped from your mouth as you stood.Fixing the Black hood less cloak that flowed freely from your frame and your matching dress which had been home to markings in your blood color,You began to walk into
|Wow I have alot of favorites....I need a life....|
Hair's growing out! Woot! And newly engaged!|
Current Residence:Toccoa, Georgia
Size preference: Loose and comfy, plz
Print preference: Matte, plz. Glossy is too irritating.
Favourite genre of music: Depends on my mood
Favourite photographer: No photographer is my friend, really.
Favourite style of art: Realistic, fantasy, surrealistic....
Operating System: One that works? O.o
MP3 player of choice: Walkman, dude! (Which, sadly, has finally met its end after almost seven years of existence. RIP Walkman. I now have an Ipod)
Shell of choice: Haven't the slightest.
Wallpaper of choice: Gamzee, Karkat, Kurloz, Eren Jaeger, Levi Rivaille, Yu Kanda, Jack Frost....I could keep going.
Skin of choice: Don' know what that means.
Favourite cartoon character: Haha....too many to count....
Personal Quote: I am an artist, and artists do not listen to the rules of logic~ >