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Ice Dragon OC - Frost by VincentValentineGirl
Ice Dragon OC - Frost
My dragon assassin, Frost (Nylander Silverbreath) from my Dragon Brotherhood series. He's second-in-command in the Brotherhood, a noble from a mostly extinct race of ice dragons. He has a twin sister whom he thought to have died during the attack on his home during the beginning of the Dragon Wars.

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His book is the first one that I'm writing, so far, I've spent more time figuring out the logistics of the world they live in more than actually writing the story. All in good time.

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“You mean to tell me that you actually almost went all the way with him?!”

(Y/n) gave a sigh as she sat down on a pillow that littered the floor of Nepeta’s ‘Feels Jam’ room. Sam had called for a Feels Jam session, so Nepeta invited them over. Meulin decided to tag along as well, so she was curled up beside her sister.

“Yes, we almost went all the way.”

“Why didn’t you?” Nepeta asked, relaxing comfortably across a large, crab-shaped pillow. (Y/n) often had to keep from making comments about it being similar to her boyfriend, Karkat.

“We got interrupted,” (Y/n) said glumly. “Some woman named Terezi asked to see Gamzee…”

Meulin and Nepeta exchanged surprised and wary looks.


“Terezi? Small woman, black hair? Red sunglasses?” Nepeta asked.

“Yeah, that’s her. You know her?”

“Yeah, we know her,” Nepeta said and (Y/n) and Sam both stared at the downright sour note in her voice. “Karkat used to be in love with her. She dated him for a while and we thought she felt the same way. Turns out she was cheating on him with Gamzee on a nightly basis.”

(Y/n)’s jaw dropped at that, “Did….Gamzee know about that?”

“At that time, Gamzee was lucky to even know how to tie his own shoes, so probably not,” Nepeta said. “It was when he was still taking drugs. When he went clean, though, and found out what Terezi was doing to Karkat, he put a quick stop to the fling. She ended up breaking it off with Karkat, telling him he had just been a passing fancy for her so that she could continue sleeping with Gamzee. I think he only ever had sex with her after that because he enjoyed exploiting the hate he really had for her. She’d always leave with bruises and marks, but she just went back for more. From what I understand, though, he hasn’t had a ‘thing’ with her since way before he met you.”

“Wow….why would someone do that? Especially to Karkat,” (Y/n) said, frowning. True, the boy had some breath-taking anger management issues and was known for his ability to be heard from across town, but even she knew he had a very sweet, soft side for those he cared about. He definitely didn’t deserve something like that.

“Because she’s a two-faced bitch,” Nepeta stated and they stared—the girl never, ever swore. It just…it wasn’t Nepeta. “Karkat isn’t the only one she’s hurt—Dave also dated her for a while, before he figured out what she was doing. She enjoys having people wrapped around her finger to control. Her mentality is if she can’t have it, then no one can and she has to make everyone as miserable as herself.”

“So someone I can punch and get away with,” Sam said darkly.

“She’s blind, and she uses that ‘handicap’ to her advantage. I wouldn’t advise doing it,” Nepeta warned. “Meulin dealt with her once before.”

Meulin nodded and she gave a hiss of displeasure.

“What happened?”

“Terezi thought that Kurloz would be as much fun as Gamzee, so she tried hitting on him. It didn’t end well, since Meulin had been right there in the room. I guess she thought that because Meulin was deaf, she couldn’t hear what was going on. It didn’t end well at all.”

“I’m sure,” (Y/n) said, frowning. “It looks like I’ve got a problem on my hands, then.”

“Don’t worry,” Nepeta said with a sudden smile. “I know for a fact that Gamzee won’t do anything with her. Not anymore. Not now that he’s got you. You’re good for him, (Y/n).”

I haven’t seen him so happy before. He really cares for you,’ Meulin signed, giving a smile similar to her sisters.

“A shipping that’s canon! I haven’t been this happy since Karkat and I got together!” Nepeta practically purred, wriggling on her pillow.

“Which is your true OTP, hm?” (Y/n) said slyly, making the girl blush.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“Sure you don’t,” Sam smiled. Nepeta just gave a sheepish smile and nervous chuckle.

The door to the Feels Room opened and a familiar dark head with a grumpy expression popped in. Nepeta gave a delighted sound and sprung up, bouncing over to her boyfriend and giving the grumpy boy a kiss that made him blush. (Y/n) and Sam both thought it was the cutest thing ever that Karkat still blushed when Nepeta kissed him—even though they’ve been dating for over a year now.

“I didn’t know you have people over,” he said, glancing at the other three girls.

“Sam and (Y/n) were in need of a Feels Jam, so I invited them over,” Nepeta chirped, smiling. “You should come join!”

“And get barraged by comments about men and makeup and shit? I’ll pass.”

“No, we’re just talking about how (Y/n) almost got laid the other night,” Sam said with a wicked glint in her eye. (Y/n) blushed a deep red and Karkat decided to NOPE out of there as quickly as possible.

“Really, Sam? Really?”

“What?” she said innocently, though her smile said otherwise. Meulin was in tears from laughing too hard for her to even say anything.

After Nepeta came back from calming a highly embarrassed and irate Karkat, they continued their Jam session. Meulin was still in chortles over his reaction.

“So, what exactly happened the other night that made you need a session, Sam?” (Y/n) asked. Sam’s smile fell a little into a scowl.

“That damned snot, Meenah.”

Meenah? What was Meenah doing over here? I thought Karkat banned her from coming over?” Kat said, surprised.

“Well…Fef kind of persuaded him to, said he should give Meenah another chance,” Nepeta said hesitantly. “She agreed afterwards that Meenah won’t come with her anymore.”

“What happened?”

“You know how Meenah and Kankri are with each other?”

“They hate each other’s guts?” (Y/n) said flatly. She had met Meenah once—she had never wanted to punch someone as much as she did then in her life.

“Essentially, yes, but apparently she’s got it in her head that Kankri likes her so….”

“Oh. Oh no.”

“Oh, yes,” Sam said, a spiteful tone in her voice. “We leave the two alone for a moment, the next thing we know, Kankri’s storming out, ranting about disrespect for personal space and personal relationship statuses. It wasn’t until later we learned that she kissed him!”

“She felt no regret for it either, I take it?” Kat sighed.

“None, though she did get the hint that Sam was very upset with her and it was wise to leave before things got nasty,” Nepeta said.

“I had been so close! So close!!” Sam exclaimed, and this time she looked like she was going to cry. “So close to telling him! I was finally getting close to him and then she did that!! Now he probably doesn’t want anything to do with personal relationships again! I can’t just go up and tell him that now!”

“Tell me what?”

Sam just about fell off her pillow in surprise from the voice that came from behind her and her face turned red in a record amount of time. (Y/n), Meulin and Nepeta were all suppressing grins—he had been standing in the doorway since Sam started talking about the movie night. Sam turned to look at him, blushing deeply still. He tilted his head a little at her.

“Tell me what, Sam?” he repeated. Nepeta, (Y/n) and Meulin silently exchanged looks and snuck out of the room.

“Traitors,” Sam whispered to them when they left.

It was silent as Kankri and Sam stared at each other for a long moment, before he moved to sit down on a pillow opposite of her, his legs crossed neatly.

“What was it that you wanted to tell me that night?” he asked softly. “I could tell something was bothering you—you usually always make comments during Karkat’s dreadful movies.”

Well, at least she knew Kankri hated those movies as much as she did.

Sam blushed and looked at her lap, playing with the hem of her pants nervously.

“What is it that makes you think I don’t want anything to do with my personal relationships? What is it that makes you so nervous to talk to me?”

Sam bit her cheek, chewing on it nervously. It was now or never.

“I…” she swallowed thickly and kept her gaze down. “I…like you, Kankri. Maybe more than that, but…I’ve just been so scared to say anything…I understand if you don’t feel the same way, I won’t be surprised…”

It was silent and Sam felt tears come to her eyes.


“Huh?” Sam blinked and looked up. Kankri didn’t look any different than before, though his cheeks were slightly redder than usual.

“I said okay.”

“…is that a good okay, or….?”

Kankri rubbed the back of his neck—he was nervous, she realized.

“I can’t…guarantee more than an emotional relationship….” He started slowly. “But…I’m willing to try….”

Sam felt her heart jump when he said that and she smiled.

“I can work with that.”

Outside the room, three girls were having a silent squee party, hugging and dancing in excitement. A slightly amused Karkat watched on, shaking his head at their antics. Women.
The Lost Get Found - 13 (Human!GamzeexReader)
I'm sorry to say that Chapter 14 will not be updated here. Eventually, once it will be posted on Ghosts of the Vanguard (user name Evil_Angel), but I will not post it on here. The DA administrators will most likely remove it again and I'd rather not deal with the drama anymore. So any smut that I write won't be posted on here. Sorry folks D:


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When Seras didn’t see the elderly man attending to Integra as he usually did, she went looking for him, a little concerned. She found him in his room, looking at something in his hand, a forlorn, yet loving expression on his face.


He started and looked up, his silvery-blue eyes oddly glazed, before he blinked and they cleared. He straightened up, closing his hands around the object in his hands.

“Yes, Lady Seras? Am I needed?” he asked. She shook her head.

“No, I was just wondering if you were alright.”

He gave her a kindly smile, “I’m perfectly fine. Just lost in old memories.”

Seras stepped into the room curiously. “But you looked sad.”

Walter gave a soft chuckle and he opened his hands again to look down at the object in them. Seras saw it was a locket, simple and oval shaped and a tarnished silver.

“I feel sad every time I open this locket. But I also feel so happy remembering….” He trailed off.

“Remembering…what?” she asked softly, curiously. He smiled and held the locket out to her. Surprised, Seras took it, looking inside it. Inside the locket was an old, yellowed picture of a young man and a woman. Seras quickly figured out that the man was Walter, about forty years younger, his black hair pulled back in a messy ponytail and his silvery eyes smiling up at her. The young woman he held so tenderly in his arms was smiling up at her as well, her eyes seeming to sparkle with humor and mischievousness.

“Who’s this?” she asked. “She’s pretty.”

“She was my wife.”

Seras looked up in surprise. Walter had a wife? This was news.

“That…was the last picture taken before she was killed,” he said softly. “She was four months pregnant with our first child.”

“I’m…I’m so sorry, Walter,” Seras said softly. “You must have loved her a great deal.”

“I did. She was my everything. When she died, I lost something inside of me as well,” he said, taking the locket back.

“How did you meet?” she asked. Walter smiled and chuckled.

“Believe it or not, it was around the time I joined the Hellsing Organization. I was fourteen and she was four years younger than me,” he smiled. “She was the daughter of the head maid. Such a sassy little brat she was.”


“Oh yes. The first time we met, I ended up arguing with her for an hour straight. Of course I felt silly afterwards, arguing with a ten year old, but what can you do?” he laughed.

“So…when did you two start dating?” Seras asked, smiling as she watched the old man.

“Oh, we didn’t start dating until she was twenty. She hated my guts growing up, couldn’t stand me. Probably because I teased her something terrible. She had left when she was fifteen to deal with problems with her father. She came back when she was eighteen and she had definitely grown up quite a bit,” Walter chuckled. “Of course, being a young man, I didn’t think too much on anything but how attractive she was. I actually didn’t recognize her, at first, until after I had started flirting with her. She told me she’d rather suck on a toad than to even consider going out with me and that’s when I knew who she was.”

“You must have been mortified.”

“Not really. Actually, I found it most amusing. I started to pursue her after that. I thought she was a saucy, sexy little vixen that I wanted to….well, in any case, those thoughts changed to something more intimate over the two years of trying to get her to go out with me,” Walter smiled in memory.

“What made her change her mind?” Seras asked.

“I saved her life.”

“She went out with you because you saved her life?” Seras asked, bewildered.

“Well, it was more of the circumstances following saving her life that had her agreeing to a date, but yes. She seemed to have had it in her head that I was just teasing her and really didn’t care about her. She had been attacked by some of Millenium’s vampires while out on an errand and I barely got to her in time…”

She honestly didn’t know why they hadn’t sent out Walter to do these ridiculous errands. She wasn’t even a maid, she was a secretary, and a barely able one at that. She gave a huff of annoyance, shifting her grip on the bag in her arms.

“Stupid Walter! Just because he’s Master Hellsing’s favorite, I swear…” (Y/n) muttered. Yeah, she was bitching because she didn’t want to do errands. It made her feel better.

(Y/n) sighed and turned down the dimly lit street that led to the bank. She was to drop off the last letter to the bank, then she could go back home. She made a face. Back home to that irritating man.

A low groan made her pause in surprise. Was there someone else out here? She looked around curiously, wondering where that noise had come from. “Hello? Is someone there?” she called out, hugging the bag against her chest. The low groan that answered sent chills down her spine.

(Y/n) turned, Master Hellsing would have to send out the letter in the morning. Whatever it was that was making that noise, she didn’t want to meet it.

A hand grabbed her shoulder suddenly, making her scream in surprise and drop the bag, turning to find the grey, dead face of a ghoul. She knew what it was, everyone that worked in the Hellsing Organization had to know. However, (Y/n) was not a fighter and she did not carry weapons on her.

She shoved at the ghoul, knocking it back and she turned to run. She was horrified to find that there were more behind her, looking hungry and eager. (Y/n) was surrounded and unarmed.

“Help! Somebody!” she shouted, backing up against the wall of the building she was beside, flinching when a ghoul reached out to grab her.

The ghoul’s arm seemed to explode and blood splattered on her white blouse, making her gasp.

“You ghouls truly don’t know any better, do you?” a familiar, smooth voice came from the shadows and she saw the glint of a monocle in the growing darkness.


“Hello, Sweetheart. I have to ask that you not move. I don’t want to get you entangled in my wires,” he said, as calm as you please. (Y/n) took note of the warning and she stayed pressed against the wall, watching at Walter sliced through the ghouls easily with his wires. She finally felt sick to her stomach and shut her eyes, listening to the blood splash as it hit the pavement and other bodies.

It grew silent and she hesitantly opened her eyes, jumping when she saw Walter standing right in front of her.

“You’ve certainly seen better nights,” he mused, reaching up to brush back a piece of hair from her forehead. “I told the Master it wasn’t safe to send you without me or Alucard.”

(Y/n) said nothing. For once, she agreed with him and, while that annoyed her, she was actually quite glad that Walter was there for once. It was comforting to have such a familiar face there.

“…(Y/n)? Are you alright?” Walter asked, his brows furrowing in concern. She shook her head and surprised the young man by wrapping her arms around his torso. “Sweetheart?”

“…I was scared…I thought I was by myself…I thought they were going to…” she trailed off with a whimper. Walter’s surprised expression softened and he wrapped his arms around her, offering her protection and comfort.

“I won’t let anything like that happen to you, (Y/n). You’re safe, I promise,” he murmured.

“….you really promise?” she asked, lifting her head to look up at him and Walter saw, for the first time, the vulnerable girl that she really was. He reached up and stroked her cheek softly.

“Yes. I really promise.”

It was mostly quiet as they walked home, the bag (Y/n) had dropped having been salvaged after the attack and in her arms again. She glanced at Walter from the corner of her eye, taking in his tall appearance. She had to admit to herself, Water really was quite handsome and she had secretly always thought so.

She quietly thought this, and the event that just happened, over in her mind, before she hesitantly said, “Hey Walter?”

“Mm?” He hummed, letting her know she had his attention.

“That…offer for dinner tonight….is it still open?”

“…two years after we started dating, we were married,” Walter said.

“Only two years? After all that time of not being able to stand you?” Seras exclaimed, a little amazed. He chuckled good-naturedly.

“Oh, I found out that she really had a crush on me the entire time. She just hadn’t cared for my egotistical attitude. My little vixen….she was something special,” he said with a sad smile. “She gave unconditional love and only ever expected that in return.”

“…how long were you two married?”

“Ten years,” he smiled brightly.

“It took ten years for her to get pregnant?” Seras asked, raising a brow.

“No, the idjits were too busy with Hellsing to think too much about a kid.”

Both Walter and Seras jumped in surprise.

“Alucard, that’s not a very nice thing to do,” Walter scolded as Alucard smirked from his position against the far wall. “Eavesdropping is quite rude.”

“My apologies. I heard you were talking about the vixen, so I was curious.”

“Oh, you knew her too, Master?” Seras smiled.

“Knew her? Yeah, who didn’t? She was a spitfire when pissed and boy was it fun to tick her off,” he laughed. Walter shook his head.

“You know she hated being teased.”

“Which was why I did it.”

“And Sam got onto you for it every time.”

Alucard gave a genuine smile at the mention of his previously long-lost mate.

“Yeah, now there’s a hellcat.”

“Even Sam knew her?”

“Sam and (Y/n) were best friends,” Alucard smiled. “It was hard to separate the two of them, really.”

“I usually kept her from getting into trouble,” Sam’s voice echoed from the doorway. “She was such a mouthy little witch, it’s amazing that Master Hellsing let her stay before you two were married.”

“Witch?” Seras questioned. “That’s not a very nice thing to call your friend.”

The other three chuckled.

“No, no. (Y/n) was an actual witch,” Alucard chuckled. “I believe another term was wicca, though her magic was much stronger than that.”

“Oh…you never mentioned that, Walter!”

“It was never brought up. She was never a fighter and she refused to use her abilities. (Y/n) didn’t care about being a witch, she just found it more a nuisance than anything,” Walter said. “(Y/n) only ever used her magic to heal. She was too gentle to use it against someone else.”

“Huh…so, moving on, why did you wait ten years to try to have a child?” Seras asked.

“Alucard somewhat summed it up. We were honestly very busy with the organization, it never really crossed our mind. And then out of nowhere, (Y/n) just tells me she wants to have a child and…well, a few months later, we found out she was pregnant,” Walter smiled warmly.

“He’ll never admit it, but during those few months, they were going at it like rabbits,” Alucard grinned, making Seras blush.

“Honestly, must you be so crude?” Walter scowled. “Well…at least I could say I made sure my woman was very, very satisfied.”

“Way too much information, Walter!” Seras whined, making him laugh as another memory flashed through his mind.

(AN: Now, there was a short lemon here, but as I've dealt with problems with DA in the past about was best that I just cut it out. Sorry folks. Check out Ghosts of the Vanguard under Evil_Angel for the full story)

Walter smiled a little bit. He missed touching her soft skin and her sweet scent.


“Hm? Sorry, lost in thought again,” he chuckled.

Seras smiled a little, “Understandable.”

“We were so happy. I was going to be a father, (Y/n) a mother!”


“…but it wasn’t meant to be,” he murmured, his smile dying. He looked at the photo of his wife and himself, his hands resting on the tiny swell of her stomach. “Millennium found out that she was a witch. They wanted to use her, or experiment on her, I don’t really remember. They attacked her while she was out on an errand….they didn’t even care that she was pregnant.”

Walter’s lip trembled a little.

“She was so scared….they had her tied to a post when we got there. A witch’s weakness is fire and they somehow knew that. She looked so glad and relieved when she saw me, and I thought, ‘It’s going to be alright, they’re going to be just fine,’ and I freed her with my wires because I couldn’t get close enough yet….the one that captured her…I can’t think of his name, but his face haunts me still…he caught her as she ran to me…and ran her through with his sword twice. Once, through her lower stomach…and once through her chest.”

She had such a look of relief on her face as she ran towards him, Walter turned to embrace her when the Captain running the operation grabbed her. He turned her around to face him and Walter heard the sickening sound of a blade being shoved through flesh. He watched in horror as the sword tip pushed through her lower back, having entered from her lower stomach, where her womb was, before it was yanked out. She looked at the Captain, pleading desperately, but he had only laughed and ran her through again, this time through her chest.

Walter didn’t even realize it was his scream of rage and horror that echoed around them as he charged towards them, wrapping his wires around the Captain in a few short movements. (Y/n) fell as the Captain was yanked away, torn to shreds by the wires in a shower of blood. Walter didn’t care if the creature was still alive or not, he was focused on (Y/n), skidding in her blood as he stopped beside her, kneeling down to carefully take her in his arms.

She was still alive, but barely, her lovely dark eyes barely glittering as she looked at him. She gave him a soft, but weak smile.

“It…doesn’t…hurt…” she whispered. Walter felt hot tears start to fall down his cheeks. “I don’t…I don’t think the baby felt anything, either….it’s okay….”

“No, (Y/n) ….no, you can’t do this to me…” he whimpered.

“Shh…” She reached up and cupped his cheek, stroking it gently. “I love you, Walter.”

“I love you. Please don’t leave me.”

“….please kiss me,” she murmured. “Please, love.”

Walter swallowed a sob as he leaned down to kiss his wife one last time. He felt it when her heartbeat stopped and her last breath left her lungs and he pulled from the kiss to hold her still body against his chest, rocking back and forth as he let out a cry of anguish.

Walter looked up when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Sam stood beside him, her expression sad as she looked at him. He realized his cheeks were wet; he had been crying.

“She would have wanted you to move on, Walter. And you’ve done so beautifully,” she murmured. “(Y/n) was happiest with you, and it would have made her so glad to know you continued to live.”

“….it still hurts….knowing she’s not here with me….” He whispered. Sam sat down and hugged him, Seras joining the hug.

“I know,” Sam said softly. “But…you’ll continue on, Old man. Until Millennium is gone, right?”

Walter was quiet for a moment, and he felt the slightest tinge of guilt, before he looked up at her and gave a small smile.

Tarnished Silver (Walter x Reader)
Also mild AlucardxOC

Okay so I've recently gotten back into Hellsing, but of course, there are very very few stories of my favorite character, Walter. So I'm filling in people.

I'll admit, this is a little sad, but I'm debating on a sequel, still not sure about it. ANYWAY!

Okay, seriously getting ticked off with DA.
Just so we're clear, I make sure to put all the proper warnings and labels on a submission before I hit the submit button. I've been on here for 8 years, give me a little leeway to work with here people.
Excuse my rant. I'll be in my corner breaking things.
To say work was interesting the next morning could be an understatement. Gamzee was in a great mood and it was his mission that day, it seemed, to make her blush as much as possible by whispering little naughty innuendos in her ear when he passed her. Damn him for being such a tease and damn him for enjoying this so much.

(Y/n)’s cheeks were still burning by the end of her shift when Nepeta came in to take over for the afternoon. Nepeta noticed, of course, and a cat-like grin crossed her lips as she looked at (Y/n), then over at Gamzee, whom was pulling on his jacket. She sidled over to (Y/n) and whisper in her ear, “And just what have you two been doing~?”

(Y/n) blushed a deeper red. “Nothing.”

“Nothing? Then why is your face red?”

“Because Gamzee’s being a perve.”

“Isn’t he always, though? No, something else happened, right? OMG, did you two—“

Nepeta! Honestly! No, we didn’t! Sheesh, what is with you and everyone else wanting to know about my sex life—“

“Because one, you seriously need to get laid and two, because it amuses us so.”

(Y/n) gave Nepeta a flat look. Well, as flat as one can give when their face resembles a flaming cherry.

“You know, I hate you sometimes.”

“Good, we can review that in our next Feel Jams session.”

“Why do I bother?” (Y/n) sighed, shrugging on her own jacket as Gamzee moseyed over.

“Bother with what, kitten?”

“Keeping my love life a secret, that’s what.”

Gamzee’s brows rose in amusement and he looked at Nepeta. Nepeta feigned perfect innocence.

“…you’re worse than your sister is, you know that?” he chuckled.

“I have the award to show for it, too.”

“….I don’t even want to know what that award is,” (Y/n) shook her head, grabbing Gamzee’s hand. “Come on, Circus Boy. Food is calling my name.”

“Does that mean dessert’s reserved for the bedroom?”

Nepeta laughed as (Y/n) nearly stumbled over herself, slapping Gamzee’s arm as she scowled.

“Five minutes out of the gutter, that’s all I ask! Jeeze!”

“And be stuck out in the cold, pure world? Nah, I like the wet heat better,” Gamzee grinned at her wickedly. (Y/n) quickly resumed looking like a flaming cherry once again.

“Oh, get out of here, you two. Take your sweet nothings to your bedrooms, sheesh,” Disciple muttered, waving them off.

“Why, thank you, Disciple, I believe we will,” Gamzee laughed and led a blushing, sputtering (Y/n) out the shop. “Teasing aside, kitten, where do you want to eat at? I’m starved.”

“Why didn’t you eat lunch?” (Y/n) scowled a little as she zipped up her jacket. The weather was starting to get a little nippy.


(Y/n) shook her head, “It’s a wonder you’re not the size of a damn twig, really,” she said, poking his ribs, making him jump a little.

“Hey! Watch it, kitten.”

“…..are you ticklish, Gamzee?” (Y/n) asked, a sly smile crossing her lips. He looked around a little nervously.

“Um….no….” he said slowly. (Y/n) laughed.

“You are! How cute! You’re ticklish! Of all things, that was the last thing I expected with you!”

“Keep it up and I’ll take my time learning each and every one of your weak spots on your body,” Gamzee warned.

“Gotta hold me down, first,” she smirked at him and he looked at her, his brows raised. “Come on, my taste buds want Chinese.”

Gamzee just shook his head with a smile as she led him down the street.
The Lost Get Found - 15 (Human!Gamzee x Reader)
I'm sad to say that chapter 14 will not be uploaded on DA. Eventually, it will be uploaded on Ghosts of the Vanguard (under username Evil_Angel). But I will not be uploading any "smut" on DeviantArt. Sorry folks.


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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...that is very touchy -_-)
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~ >:)
  • Mood: Distracted
  • Listening to: Fan. No, seriously, my fan...Ceiling fan.
  • Reading: Whatever catches my interest
  • Watching: Family Guy....shut up.
  • Playing: Meh.
  • Eating: Was eating gummy worms.
  • Drinking: Sweet tea
I'm so sorry! I haven't updated in soo long, and I might not for another while longer. My Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays aren't terribly bad, but my Tuesdays and Thursdays are murder. Human Growth and Development, World History with a teacher that scares the piss out of me and Human Anatomy and Physiology and A&P Lab. A loooottt of work to get done in just fourteen more weeks. Good god, already? Jeeze.

I know, I know, it's an excuse and I shouldn't make them, but I've just got a lot on my plate I'm trying to get adjusted to again.

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Selvatic Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2015
Thanks for the fav!
VincentValentineGirl Featured By Owner Oct 31, 2015  Student Traditional Artist
No problem! ^_^
Yamigirl21 Featured By Owner Jul 19, 2015
Thanks for another fav! :D
Yamigirl21 Featured By Owner Jul 1, 2015
Thanks for the fav! :D
SparrowOfTheDawn Featured By Owner Jun 3, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy birthday!  :iconcakeplz::iconballoonsplz::iconfireworkplz:
VincentValentineGirl Featured By Owner Jun 4, 2015  Student Traditional Artist
Thank you!! ^_^
pinkythepink Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2015  Professional Artisan Crafter
:iconrubcheeksplz: Thank you so much for adding me to your watch! :squee: It really brings a smile to my face which is more than I could've asked for. :D I hope that I can continue to impress with my future pieces! :heart:
pinkythepink Featured By Owner Apr 27, 2015  Professional Artisan Crafter
:love: Thank you for the favorites, it really means ever so much to me that you enjoy my artwork! I invite you to add me to your watch so that you can see all the future beaded and stitched pieces I have planned! :blowkiss: Just think of the sparkles... :squee:
JulianGreystoke Featured By Owner Mar 11, 2015
Thanks for the fave!!
AmaranthBreakdown Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
a very late thanks for the fave~:heart::icondenmarksparklesplz:
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