Basics

Name: PaperKayak

Age: 23

Location: Indiana

My fandoms:

Avatar: the Last Airbender, Big Hero 6, Bob's Burgers, Bonanza, Brooklyn Nine-Nine Camp Camp, Chaos Walking, Coco, Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, Danganronpa, Danny Phantom, The Devil is a Part-Timer, Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog, Durarara!!, The Farsala Trilogy, Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends, Frasier, Friends, Galavant, Gone series, The Good Place, Gravity Falls, Harry Potter, How I Met Your Mother, How to Train Your Dragon, The Incredibles, Into the Woods, Invader Zim, Jane the Virgin, Legend Quest, Lilo & Stitch, Little Witch Academia, Marvel Universe, Milo Murphy's Law, Moana, MST3K, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Myth Adventures, Natsume's Book of Friends, The Office, One Punch Man, The Orbiting Human Circus, The Order of the Stick, Ouran High School Host Club, Over the Garden Wall, Parks and Recreation, Phineas and Ferb, Pirates of the Caribbean, Plus Anima, Pokemon, Professor Layton, Psych, Red vs. Blue, RWBY, Scrubs, Seinfeld, Star vs. the Forces of Evil, Steven Universe, Supernatural, Tangled, Teen Titans, Total Drama, Voltron: Legendary Defender, Welcome to Night Vale, Who Framed Roger Rabbit, Wicked, W.I.T.C.H., Wreck-It Ralph

And now, some short excerpts from my completed stories:

A Human Thing (Voltron: Legendary Defender)

Pidge raised her voice to ensure she could be heard over the clanging of Keith’s sword against the robot. “Keith!” she called. “Lance needs to talk you!”

“I’m busy!” Keith shouted back. He avoided a strike to the gut from the robot by a hair’s breadth, and jumped back. “Don’t distract me!”

“It’s important! He wants to talk about – “

“I know what he wants to talk about!” He brought his sword down onto the bot in a two-handed slash, and the reverberation from the strike when it connected sent vibrations out that even Lance could feel from where he stood. “And I’m done talking about it! I’m Galra, I’m fucked up because of it, end of story! So just drop it!”

“Keith, that’s not what – ”

Keith cut her off with a roar as he dove past the robot and whipped around to attack it from behind, and the other two paladins could finally see his expression. Lance had seen this look of pure fury on Keith’s face on only a couple of occasions in the past, but as far as he could recall, this was the first time he’d seen it with the addition of the violet eyes being rimmed in red. “I’ve come to terms with it, all right?!” he yelled in a tone which clearly conveyed that he hadn’t come to terms with anything at all. “It fits with everything else, doesn’t it?! All of that, every goddamn thing that makes people human, it’s not for me! I know that! I know I don’t get to have family – ” He punctuated his words by throwing his whole body into a slash of the sword that sent a loud clang! echoing through the training deck. “ – or friends – ” Clang! “ – or anything resembling a normal goddamn life – ” Clang! “ – and I was stupid enough to think at least, at least, I could still have something! And I’m done making that mistake!”

He launched toward the robot in a full-body attack, thrusting his sword downward through the bot all the way to the ground – from the force of that attack, Lance was honestly surprised that the sword didn’t puncture its way right through the floor. For a moment, both Keith and the bot remained still, until Keith broke the silence with a terse, “End training sequence.”

No Such Thing as Monsters (Gravity Falls)

The quiet was short-lived, however, when, after a few minutes, his ears perked up at the soft sound of a bzzt - a short, crackling buzz, almost unnoticeable if not for the silence. Dipper's eyes shot open and he glanced around the room. It sounded like something being plugged in crooked, or like a bluebottle fly - one of those pests that was bigger than normal flies but slower - had flown blindly into a wall. Dipper tried to bring his sight into focus so he could spot the little bug flying about, but seconds later, he heard the bzzt again, this time accompanied by a flickering of the room's soft light.

Dipper whipped his head to the little glowing elephant head. "Dumbo?" he whispered. The nightlight, naturally, did not respond. But moments later, it flickered again, and then once more.

And finally, with a tiny pop akin to that of a popcorn kernel, the nightlight went out.

Dipper laying frozen in his bed, hands squeezing his comforter as he felt his heart start to race in the sudden darkness. Don't be scared, he scolded himself. It's just dark. I'm a big boy. I don't need a nightlight. Mabel doesn't use a nightlight, and she's always just fine.

Those thoughts were small comfort, however, as his eyes began to adjust to the darkness, and what little light spilled through from the moon and streetlight outside his window seeped through the blinds, casting looming, indistinct shadows over every object in his room.

He pressed his eyelids tightly closed and tried not to think about the darkness and shadows, but trying not to think of something has always been a fantastic way to ensure that there is absolutely nothing else on your mind. So, he did what he did every other night when Mabel picked the bedtime story, and what he did that one time while watching Fantasia. He peeked.

Still Sleeping (Invader Zim)

I moved closer to the bed, slowly, tentatively. It was bizarre, like looking into a mirror in which your reflection refused to do as you did. I knelt down and stared at my pallid face. It was so still, so silent. So undisturbed.

I couldn't wrap my mind around it. This wasn't Zim's style. Sure, Zim had always wanted to rid himself of me, but as far as I could tell, he wanted it to be done in a blaze of glory. He seemed to always want to whole world to hear his cacophonous laugh, with a gaudy weapon in his hand and malicious joy oozing from his every pore. I always expected that one day one of us would emerge the winner, but I thought that when that day came, the whole world would be either cheering or burning, depending on who the victor was.

Not this. Not so quiet and behind the scenes. Not in a way that no one would probably even notice for hours yet. Not without making sure his signature would be visible on the corpse like an enormous arrow made of a thousand flashing neon bulbs.

Home Is Where the Haunt Is (Gravity Falls)

So that was it. The crash had come from a sculpture breaking, just as Mr. Mason had said. Dipper squatted down next to it to get a better look. The art wasn't fantastic, but it was a still very pretty, and Dipper felt a hint of surprise that Mr. Mason hadn't been more upset by its breaking.

He put his hand onto the bed and began to stand back up, but he paused. Something about the bedcover felt off. He lifted his hand off the bed, drew it back, and flipped it over to look at the palm. A thin layer of gray dust had made its way into the ridges of his hand.

"Huh," he mumbled. "That's odd." He patted the bedspread, and a cloud of dust rose up from the comforter and hovered in the air above it. Dipper frowned and looked around the room. Come to think of it, the whole place was dusty, even the knobs of the armoire that should have seen daily use.

His eyes then fell on the bed's nightstand, and he approached it curiously. A quarter-full glass of water sat on top, and thin film of green had made its home on the water's surface, almost making the drink look like stagnant pondwater. Dipper slowly dipped a finger into water, and the green rippled out from where he touched it. I didn't even know water in a glass could go stagnant like that, he thought. Dang, it must have been here for ages. In fact- his thoughts returned to the room's surplus of dust- this whole room seems like it hasn't been touched in years.

Just as the thought was crossing his mind, a loud sound burst from behind him, causing him to jump and knock over the glass. He whipped around and saw that the bedroom door had been slammed shut. In a flash, he hurried over to the door and tugged on the knob, only to find it stuck fast. And there didn't seem to be a lock on the inside.

"I know that you do not particularly like it when I lock doors," he heard Mr. Mason's voice come from behind him, from in the room itself, sending a chill up the back of Dipper's neck. "Then again, you also told me you were leaving, and that wasn't quite true, was it, Dipper?"

Once Bitten (Gravity Falls)

"Dipper?" Mabel spoke up after a while.

"Yeah?"

"In all those stories about werewolves," she said. "How was it that people would become one? Was it all magic spells, like in Grunkle Stan's story?"

"No," Dipper responded. "I don't think so. I think the main way was that a werewolf would bite a human, and it would turn that person into another werewolf. Like zombies, I guess. Why?"

Mabel closed her eyes and slowly moved her hands away from her ankle and turned it so that it was illuminated by the shaft of moonlight that had crept into the cave. Dipper stared. Several angry red gashes stood out from her thin calves, sending zig-zagged rivulets of blood trickling down and dying a red ring into the top of her sock.

"Because," she said in a whisper, "whatever that thing was, I think it bit me."

In a Crystal Darkly (Harry Potter)

"Have you seen anything yet?" Professor Trelawney asked in a whisper.

"Huh? Uh-" Ron shook his head to clear it. The humidity of the classroom had already begun to stifle him. "Erm, no, nothing yet."

"Well, don't be deterred. Open your Inner Eye, gaze with it."

Ron nodded, trying to force his Inner Eye to open as his outer eye threatened to close from drowsiness. Between the heat and the lack of anything of any interest whatsoever occurring within the foggy confines of the orb, staying awake was becoming a challenge. He propped his head up on his hands and stared into the solid white in the crystal ball.

Except it wasn't solid. Ron's eyes widened as he realized that a silhouette had begun to take form in the middle of the dense cloud. He glanced up at his professor, an unexpected wave of excitement pulsing through him. Perhaps Divination wasn't as much hokum as he had always assumed.

"Do you see something?" Professor Trelawney asked, noticing Ron's sudden change in demeanor.

"Yeah, I do!" Ron replied, still somewhat astonished.

"What is it? What do you see?"