Black-Rook-Shooter

Muffled screaming, most likely from Finny, was just about in (Name)’s earshot. Pluto? “Oh, that blasted dog.” (Name) muttered under his breath. The wooden doors came crashing down, splinters of wood raining down on the freshly swept floor and a chorus of barks came directed at (Name). “Pluto! Heel!” (Name) shouted to no avail. “Sit! No, definitely not the silverware! Stop! Pluto! Mud is going everywhere! Stop!” By the end of it all, the dining hall was in shambles. (Name)’s hair was sticking up in all places like he had been zapped by electricity, his uniform had various holes of varying siz

So, you’re at home, by yourself. Just you, sitting on your couch, watching TV. You see, you’d just gotten back from school. Today was an “okay” day, you would say. Well, now’s that part of the day where you get hungry, and you usually go into your pantry and grab some quick snack. But today, you felt like doing something different. Today, you were gonna make something better than your usual quick snack. What about some eggs and toast? Not the lazy kind. You know. Now, if you wanted to make this the best snack you’ve ever had in your entire life, you’d had to make it good, and you had to make it

Your name is [first name] [last name]. You’re a sophomore in high school. In your opinion, you wouldn’t say that you’re a wallflower, but you’re not like the most popular person either. You’re just normal. At least, that’s not what your best friend thinks. Sollux Captor. You two have been together for as long as you remember, yet that’s as far as you two have gone with the relationship. Of course, though, over the years you’ve developed a little growing crush on him, but you’ve never shown it. And you’re not sure if he feels the same way either, so you’re still pretty shy abou

"(f/n)," Sollux's voice tugs at your ear, waking you from your sleep. "Equiuth ith done." You sleepily blink your eyes open, trying to understand what he's saying. Equius is done. With what...? "Five more minutes," you groan, flipping over and trying not to sink through the couch. "(f/n)," the psionic snaps, blue and red sparks sitting you upright. How those powers work on a ghost, you're not exactly sure, but they work nonetheless. "It'th four in the morning, it'th almotht time to wake up anyway. Get up, dammit, don't you want a body?" Struggling to free yourself, you answer, "Sollux, let me go! I'm awake now!" The energy releases you and

Sollux Captor stands over his once-moirail's grave, kneeling to place a bouquet of white lilies on top. There are faint yellow streaks staining the perfect petals, signs of the tears he's shed coming here. Lilies were your favorite. It's been a year, exactly a year, since he killed you, and he's given up hope that your ghost might be coming back. If it hasn't happened by now, how could it ever? Three perfectly pink roses and a sunflower already lay across, showing that Sollux isn't the first to visit. They're probably Karkat and Nepeta's, some of the only troll friends besides Sollux you had. The morning is still new enough that the fog has

It's officially been a month since you kissed Sollux Captor, and nothing has gotten better. You would think that, as time goes on, your heart would begin to mend itself, to heal. No, not when every day is a reminder of what should have been but never could have. You've figured out a way to act like you're over him; Sollux believes it, probably to make himself feel better for ripping you in two. School is out, has been for a week, thank god, so you don't have to fake it to everyone there. And Karkat... well, you're not sure about him. He's always been sensitive to this kind of thing, but if he knows you're acting, he's not letting on. Feferi