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I am an artist. My wrists are my canvas. My blade is my pencil. My blood is my paint. I am an artist.

Pool-Human!Doc ScratchxReader It was like any other day in the Felt mansion. Your friends were having a meeting about how they were going to take care of the other gang, the Midnight Crew. You always found it rather boring, so you would explore the vast mansion. Today, your wanderings have lead you to (another) bright green room. It seemed like a common living area. You were about to leave when you spotted it. A billiards table. You laugh a little, considering the theme of the gang members. Without a second thought, you re-enter the room an walk over to the table. The balls are all set up, as if a game were just about to be played. You pic

You stand outside Karkat's apartment building, after his failed try at appearing to the dinner party, you decided to personally grab and drag him to the company of the other trolls and humans, besides, you two were inseparable rivals, but you didn't want to be his kismesis at all, besides, you didn't hate him that much, just felt like a healthy competition sometimes. You press the buzzer for apartment 303 and wait for his voice to electronically fly out of the small machine, "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT, Y/N?!" Yep, that's Karkat, "Just coming to pick your ass up, your late for the dinner party," "SHIT? WAS THAT TODAY? OK, I'LL BE DOWN IN A SEC

Warning: You're about to read mature and suggesting themes Story: Chitchat in the shower “Levi?” You asked stepping into the apartment. You were exhausted. Your day had consisted on meeting and paperwork. Apparently your bosses had heard that The Recon’s Company had offered you a job and a very juicy offer. So, you guessed that they were pushing you to your limit until you decide to leave. You still hadn’t talked to Levi about it and didn’t even know that you were going to accept the offer but how things were going, you probably would accept it. You were a little angry about how little faith they had on you a