-The fey dancing through the trees, Whispering sonnets to the trees. They long for man, for the taste of sweat, They lure you in to make the mind forget.- ('Couldn't find a good picture; please excuse)

"If they are found warming by the lodge's fireplace tucked under the same blanket the next morning, none of the team mentions it." Idiots get wet at the beach in the middle of autumn. What else is new.

"Somewhere in the back of his mind, he hopes bitterly that saving Millie was worth it, and that they had made it out alive. Millie because she was just caught in the crossfire, and David so Griffin could wring his fuckin' neck, the fuckin' wanker—" David/Griffin if you squint.

While Dave quite enjoys his life in America, and he can hardly see it getting any better. Working at John's bakery, and meeting one very ornery customer can't really change his mind, can they? No, certainly not.

Amu gets caught up in a company battle over her, pulling her in too many ways to even consider continuing with her dream of writing her own music. She even considers giving it up for good when they both take it a step too far. (Eventual Amuto, T for Mild Swearing, Cliche Concept, Rewrite of an old work with same cover pic). (PERMANENTLY DISCONTINUED)

"In which Esca MacCunoval finds that watching your childhood friend take down a man twice his size in the middle of a shady bar in an even shadier corner of New York forces you to realize you hardly know him at all." T for mentioned violence/blood. (PERMANENTLY DISCONTINUED ON THIS SITE)

"I think I'd like to fly." Genderbent but not much as changed, T for language and vague trigger warnings, very mild angst.

Karkat speeds up his pace a step once he catches sight of a familiar head of blonde hair, biting back a full grin as he slips his hand into Dave's and stands on his toes to plant a kiss to the now-beaming blonde. "Buona sera, bionda."

-You know it's your fault he's like this, and you don't know why he doesn't blame you. You're fucking terrified of even looking at him; why wouldn't he blame you, or hate you, or just- be anything but so accepting of you having fucked his life over.- In which Dave is emotionally unstable about Karkatsprite's, well, anything.