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No Tears -Dirk/Jake-"Say, what was all that at the diner about?"
Your name is Dirk Strider and wow is he really this stupid? Or are you just not already making it apparent enough? Either way, you say nothing and continue staring out the window.
Jake prods you in the ribs with his fingers. "Come on now Dirk, answer me! We've already had this discussion before, you ca-"
"-n tell me anything, yeah." You finish, rolling your eyes. Some things just can't be told.
"Then why won't you assuage my curiousity, Strider?" Jake asks, and you refuse to look at him.
"Jake, please just leave me alone." You say, forehead bumping against the car's window.
"You're acting off tonight." Jake comments, settling back into his seat and looking at the back of Jane's seat.
Things had been much quieter in the car once Roxy'd been dropped off, but it was nearly too quiet now. Jane had fallen asleep and it was just you and Jake, the latter pestering you to death about your behavior.
You take to picking at the skin around your fingern
Britannia Angel Profile
Country Personification: Great Britain
Angel name: Britannia
Actual name: Arthur Kirkland aka Artie
Human age: 23
Attributes: medium height, petite, pale skinned, messy mop style blonde hair, emerald green eyes, huge eyebrows and a large pair of pure white wings with a blue tint to them.
Type of Angel: Guardian Angel
About the character:
Britannia aka Arthur is shy and quiet towards people he doesn't know, but once he gets to know you, he will act completely different. Arthur also has amnesia (see "How he became an Angel" ) so he will find a lot of things surprising and ask if they are "magic" as the Brit loves anything to do with magic. He often wears a toga as he claims it's the easiest thing to wear while having his wings out. Arthur had also decided to return to earth but again, he cannot remember why he did. (See "Why he returned to Earth"). The Brit was also dating the American, Alfred F. Jones before he died.
How he became an Angel:
Arthur first became an angel after the British
Eat Your Fucking Cake (Karkat x Reader 3)Picking at the cake in front of you, you can feel Karkat's gaze on you as he watches you. "Just fucking eat, (f/n)," he sighs after another minute passes.
"I'm not hungry," you explain, biting your lip at the lie. Truthfully, it's more that you're so nervous that you know for a fact you wouldn't be able to hold down any food you eat.
Karkat's eyes narrow. "Don't even fucking give me that bullshit. You are going to eat that gogdamn cake, and you are going to fucking enjoy it. You're the one who ordered it, and don't tell me you only did it to make me feel better. You want the cake, you're just not letting yourself even think of eating it. Well, you know what? Fuck that. Fuck the people who give you looks. Eat your cake and fucking enjoy it. If it's a piece of shit, we'll search the entire fucking town until we find a good piece. You deserve your cake more than anyone else here at this damn restaurant, okay?"
Perhaps an explanation could be in order. Your name is (f/n) (l/n), as y
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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