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You were a Regalia. Yato's Regalia, actually. Your weapon form was a [weapon type], and you were friends with Yukine, Hiyori, and your own master. There was just one small problem... You loved him. You loved his smile, his scent, his oceanic eyes that could pierce any soul. You loved his laugh, his determination, and everything else about him. Of course, you couldn't tell Yato about your feelings. Such a relationship between master and Regalia was... frowned upon, to put it simply. Currently, you were out at lunch with your three closest (and only) friends. Everyone was laughing and grinning, just enjoying the moment. You were sitting by Yu

"What the hell did you do to my apartment?" Everything seemed so... neat. Like unnervingly neat, not aesthetically pleasing type of neat. How did you even have two of the same exact painting on each side of the wall? "I rearranged this asymmetrical hell that you call a home. It seems so much nicer now." You never heard that voice before. Someone was in here. "Get out of my house." You clenched your fists out of fear. "Hey, no worries. It's just me. You know, that ghost you contacted earlier..." Death the Kid... "You could talk this whole time!?" You felt a hand on your shoulder, but no one was there. "Don't touch me!" After what Lord Death

"Alpha and green, I guess." "THANK THE FUCKING LORD. I AM FUCKING SAVED." That voice was all too familiar. As your blindfold was undone, you saw Karkat laying on the floor. All around you were all the boys you've ever known. The trolls, and kids, and even the ghosts. Ignoring Karkat's (rude and unneeded) comment, you turned to Jade,"So... who'd I get?" Jade's smile grew wide. "It's Jake!" Oh, well. This couldn't be too bad. Jake was kind and dorky, which was quite cute. Jake stepped in front of you. "So... I really didn't think I'd get this far, but... maybe we could... we could..." His voice trailed off. He stopped and thought for a moment

"Come on, (F/n)! We are like totes gonna set you up on a date!" Roxy hiccuped as she dragged you along. Yes, your best friend, Roxy Lalonde, was setting you up on a blind date. At the moment, you were being pulled to Rose and Roxy's house where all of your friends were. It was a surprise, actually. One moment you were have a nice lunch at a near by cafe and then, bam! You were dragged out of your chair and lead away from your glorious food to a hell full of boys. "Roxy, I know you're trying to help but-" "You aren't looking for a relationship. (F/n) (M/n) (L/n), this is the only time I will help you with this shit so you better be fuckin' th

You were a gem. A [gem type], to be exact. You came from your homeworld, sent to eliminate the Crystal Gems. You failed, as you were too afraid of their glares and weapons. Garnet would've killed you, if she could. Rose saw something else within you, and asked you to join the Crystal Gems. You accepted the offer; who knows what would've happen if you went back empty handed? Unfortunately, you left behind someone who patiently awaited your return. Who came to Earth to search for you, but was captured and stuffed into a mirror without you knowing. You thought about her a lot. She was so bright, and her smile sparkled through out the darkness.

You stare stoically at the flames. So many bodies were burned. So many people you once knew. You didn't know many cadets, only casually greeting some, but knowing that last week you were waving hello to some of those people made you sick. Cadets around you were crying, but many had unreadable expressions. You just stared at the flames. One question bothered you ever since the attack on Trost. Why? Why did you make it out? Why did you live? You would've given your life for some of those people. No one deserves such a death. They had so much ahead of them, so much life and purpose to fulfill. So much potential, so many individuals with diff

You've always been a fan of the supernatural. That's why you've tried to find out if ghosts are real. Key word: tried. That doesn't mean you'll stop though. But you're starting to run out of options. You've tried phone apps, hypnosis, pendulums, ouija boards, and none of those proved anything to you. Until you found out about psychography. Psychography, or automatic/trance writing, is where you take a pen and paper, relax your mind and let the spirit write. You are going to find your ghost. And you're going to hit it off with them. That takes us where we are now; waiting for a ghost to take control of your hand, tapping your foot impatient

You just finished watching Con Air with your boyfriend, John Egbert. He had his arm over your shoulder, and was rubbing his head into the nape of your neck and the credits rolled. "That was a good movie. Too bad Nic Cage is dead." You said. You meant it as a joke but John looked over at you. "No he's not." You turned your head to the raven headed boy. You held sadness in your eyes. "Oh, John. I didn't mean to say that. I totally wasn't trying to keep it a secret so you wouldn't freak out." He looked as if his grandmother just died. Again. His eyes widened in fear, "No. You're lying." You rubbed his back was you started to speak. "He was try

"Please." "No." "Please." "No." "Please?" "This is stupid!" The nubby-horned troll sitting in front of you collapsed his head in his hands. "Actually, this is insanity; doing the same thing repeatedly expecting a different outcome," you closed your eyes as you rattled off. "Anyway I still want my cake." Karkat sighed. You and Karkat decided to go out on a date to a restaurant (you were quite obsessed with) and you were finishing up your dinner. But, you remembered the restaurant had the best [flavor of cake or some shit] cake you've ever had. You informed your hotheaded boyfriend/matesprit/whatever the fuck they call it about the delicious