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Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Ti-stop spACING OUT YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE.
Your name is [F/L Name], and your self-control must be at unbelievably high levels.
Your peculiar boy-friend here, Gamzee, has been doing nothing, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, besides sit in one of the two bean-bags in his room and stare at his wall. You sat next to him, staring at him and anticipating the moment when he would snap out of that trance he was in and tell you what was on his mind.
"Gamzee?" you ask, waving a hand in front of his face. After a second, he slowly begins to turn to you, a look of horror, realization, and fascination on his face.
"Eggs are just liquid chickens."
"Gamzee, wha-"
"Time doesn't exist. Clocks exist."
"The hel-"
"Ice-cubes float in their own motherfucking BLOOD." At this point, he grabbed your shoulders, leaning forward and cuddling into you.
"Gam-"
"What would happen if you put a ceiling fan on a wall?" You put your hands on his head, running your fingers through his hair.
"It's time to stop, Gamzee." It was silent for a second, and he snuggled you tighter, clearly emotionally distraught from all these realizations.
"I'm sorry, sis." You put a finger on his lips, and snuggle him just as tightly as he's snuggling you.
"Get more sleep."
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Ti-stop spACING OUT YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE.
Your name is [F/L Name], and your self-control must be at unbelievably high levels.
Your peculiar boy-friend here, Gamzee, has been doing nothing, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, besides sit in one of the two bean-bags in his room and stare at his wall. You sat next to him, staring at him and anticipating the moment when he would snap out of that trance he was in and tell you what was on his mind.
"Gamzee?" you ask, waving a hand in front of his face. After a second, he slowly begins to turn to you, a look of horror, realization, and fascination on his face.
"Eggs are just liquid chickens."
"Gamzee, wha-"
"Time doesn't exist. Clocks exist."
"The hel-"
"Ice-cubes float in their own motherfucking BLOOD." At this point, he grabbed your shoulders, leaning forward and cuddling into you.
"Gam-"
"What would happen if you put a ceiling fan on a wall?" You put your hands on his head, running your fingers through his hair.
"It's time to stop, Gamzee." It was silent for a second, and he snuggled you tighter, clearly emotionally distraught from all these realizations.
"I'm sorry, sis." You put a finger on his lips, and snuggle him just as tightly as he's snuggling you.
"Get more sleep."
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[Eridan x Reader] {Pt. 1} (YANDERE) ~Request~
Sighing in a miserable manner, you laid sprawled across the floor of your respiteblock in complete boredom. Even if your trollian was dinging several times, you blatantly ignored it. You didn't want to bother typing away to your troll friends.
After a while of laying and endlessly staring up at the ceiling as if it was an abyss, you decided to take a nice walk outside.
Once you changed into the appropriate clothing, you began to wander around your neighborhood, a jacket warming you up from the cold weather that currently wandered the area. Noticing dark grey clouds beginning to cover the bright blue sky. You figured it would begin to rain s
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Human!Gamzee x Reader
You were sleeping soundly in your bedroom, until you heard the door creak slowly open. You are now fully awake and is currently careful of making any sounds that might alert the intruder and do something bad to you. You're quite hesitant to do any further actions since you're not entirely sure if this guy is a burglar or not you just decided to keep yourself still until you'd determined in which category he belonged.
But thankfully, you were able to identify who the person stalking inside your room due to the soft honking sounds you have heard coming from him. Still, this is kind of suspicious and rude of your flatmate to do this! An
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Male!VriskaxReader -Request-
Male!Vriskaxreader
December twentieth was the day where we both agreed to meet up at the mall. A "little adventure" that would start when the clock struck one in the afternoon. This wasn't the first time we hung out together, but I did find it odd that he planned this "adventure" this early in the day. Instead of the usual five o'clock routine he said a four hours earlier would be best.
I asked him why this early instead of our regular time and he only chuckled and rested his metal hand on my shoulder and told me not to worry about it. It seemed so... So fake? No... Different. It was too different to be a trick? But then again, he always f
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I HAVE BEEN BROWSING TUMBLR FOR THE PAST HOUR AND I DON'T KNOW WHY I DID THIS I WILL PROBABLY WRITE SOMETHING BETTER LATER BUT FOR NOW THIS IS ALL I GOT I'M SO SORRY.
FUCKING NIGHTBLOGGERS, MAN.
FUCKING NIGHTBLOGGERS, MAN.
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I will never be able to think about anything ever again.