TheRareMixDemon

(Implied Prinxiety) Thomas needed a haircut. He had been meaning to get it done for a while, and now his hair, his fringe especially, had grown so much that his Sides were beginning to take more notice of it. "Honestly, how am I supposed to fight dragon-witches when I'm continuously blinded by my ever-growing bangs?" Roman complained, sprawled out across a couch in the common room. "It is in fact possible to see through fringes such as Thomas's, and I doubt that your vision would be impaired enough for you to be noticeably hindered on your quests," Logan pointed out. His own fringe was held in place by a small amount of hair gel and at lea

Kassim Vantas. Also widely known as The Signless and or The Sufferer, shut his front door behind him a spring in his step. Why was the mutant blooded troll so happy? (Y/n). The name brought a smile to his face. After the disciple and himself separated, he met (y/n) the story on how they met was quite amusing considering the circumstances they met under. None of the less, the happy troll locked his door behind him. He turned and was met with an object in front of his foot. Curiously, he looked down confusion calligraphed on his features. He reached down and picked up the cute little box. It was black with red stripes on it, resembling his l

"Andres! Wakey wakey! I need you to help me today!~" Andres groggily opens his eyes to a very loud and bubbly Italian. He groans. "What do you want?" Flavio pulls the blankets off of Andres. "I'm going shopping today, you're taking me so you can carry my bags. Now get up."Andres glares and rolls onto his side. "No." Flavio smiles and gets on the bed. "If you don't come with me I'll have to get some one else's help and I might decide that I don't want to come home tonight." Andres glares at Flavio and decides to get up. Flavio excitedly gets off the bed and walks to the front door. "We're going to get me some new clothes, and fabric. We can ge

 "Please help me," was the last thing you whispered before you passed out. ____________________________ Sollux stared at the girl on the ground as many different emotions coursed through him. She's as fucked up as I am, he thought, unconsciously leaning down to brush some hair out of her face. He accidentally touched one of the bruises on her cheek, making her whimper a bit and sending a sharp twinge of pain through the matching bruise on his own. Sollux's eyes widened. No way... He poked the bruise again, a little harder this time, then immediately drew back with a hiss as he felt the pain in his cheek once more. She's... He quickly pi

//be sure to read the starter to understand whats going on, enjoy! "Your name is Feferi?" you repeated, making the little seadweller nod nervously. What on earth was a seadwelling troll doing out here in the city? It was at least an hour away from the ocean at least. Sea dwellers tended to be considered 'wild', they were hardly owned by any humans and stayed deep in the ocean away from prying eyes. However when people went out fishing they'd sometimes get caught on hooks or nets, dragged in and sold on land to either zoos or the rich, considering they were pretty rare. Once taking a good look at the poor thing you were beyond shocked to see

Gamzee Makara: That's when someone grabs you and throws you over their shoulder. Their very high up shoulder. You're not even sure how to react to this. How does a person even get this tall? Once your a safe distance from the bridge, you're placed back on the ground. Towering above you is... A circus act escapee. This tall and lanky boy is a bit weird to say the least. His face is done up with white clown makeup. His dark eyes are hazy and unfocused, you think it's possible he's drugged up. Messy black curls frame his face, and he's slouched over, so you aren't even seeing the whole extent to his height. His overall look is a bit eccentric

TRIGGER WARNING: CURSING! ~~~~~~ You were currently sitting in the lap of your older brother Kurloz, playing with some plushies he bought you a while back. You were a little grub, playing with some big plushies, it really was a funny sight. They were at least twice the size of you, so you had trouble picking them up and playing with them. That's what Kurloz is for. He happily help them up so you could climb on them and bite them and just be a little grub. Kurloz was holding a pink hoofbeast with a single horn when he noticed GHB was watching in the door frame. He smirked then signed to him, putting you down carefully. You saw GHB grunt then

    You yelped and stumbled forwards as two cruel hands shoved you from the warmth of the shop. You tripped over your own paws and whined, turning to face the rude lady who was supposed to be taking care of you. She had no regret in her cold eyes.    "You are the most troublesome mutt here, you brat!" She hissed with a glare. "Now scram!" And she slammed the door harshly, making you flinch.    You slowly stood and wandered to the steel door. Tilting your head, you scratched at it with your small nails a few times, the ticks being familiar since you pawed at nearly everything.    Whining, you turned to gaze down the alley. Your pointed ears