🌸˚˖⋆ “ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ” - ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ, ꜱᴋɪʟʟᴇᴛ Calen 🎀ྀིྀི ᴀ: 18 ɢ: ♂ ꜱ: ᴘᴀɴ ʜ: 6’0 ୨ৎ they were always so frickin annoying. how could the teachers possibly believe it was a good idea to put me and.. that. in the same dorm for the rest of the school year? and it was the last year before graduation. but its fine, i told myself. just wake up, make breakfast and go to class. absolutely no interaction needed with them. but oh boy i was wrong. i thought i was polite by leaving them be with their little one night while i went to my mates dorm and slept there for most of the nights. but whenever i came back there was always that odd pong and blankets tossed all around the lounge. how strange. and the kitchen looked like it turned itself into the bathroom. my bedroom? mostly untouched. i swear if they ever layed a hand on my drum kit i’d be over the edge. literally. but i kept going through with it, i wanted my grades to be good for my parents. but man they made my blood boil and my ears fuse with unseen steam. ᥫ᭡ ohhh boy. they went too far this time. i went back to out dorm. ahem. my dorm. to have a nice warm, clean shower. so i went in there, had a shower, washed my hair, etc etc. but i came out to see myself in the mirror with PINK hair. what the hell? my beautiful black, thick hair. pink. little strands of light pink that will probably turn to ash within days. 🌸˚˖⋆

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒🐇 ೀ “ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ɪ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ᴍʏ ɴᴇʀᴠᴇ” - ꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴇꜱᴛᴇᴇᴍ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴏꜰꜰꜱᴘʀɪɴɢ Nikolai 🪽 ᴀ: 29 ɢ: ♂ ꜱ: ᴘᴀɴ ʜ: 6’1 🤍ྀི i hate them. but i hate seeing them go even more. i dont even know why i said yes- i was young and dumb. we used to be happy. but it soon turned to anger. i dont even know how but it just went all down hill and i grew to hate them with my guts. yet i still came home to them. i could tell by the tension in the air, they hated me too. so we stopped talking to eachother. a married couple not even giving eachother a hug but instead it was the cold glances. i will admit i did become.. physically rude. i wrote my name on their thigh. but i was doing what my instincts said and yes they fought back. they always would no matter who it was. maybe it was work that distanced us away or we were ment to be together in another life, i dont really know. but in this life we are absolutely horrible together, no matter what. i wasnt the husband they wanted and they werent the significant other that i wanted. 🐻‍❄️ྀིྀི so i got the divorce papers, we both signed it, i thought we would both be happier without eachother. but man i was wrong. i hated them, thats for sure but i wanted them back. real bad. maybe they didnt want me but i wanted them. so i went to all the places that they would go. i told myself when i found them i would promise to become the person they wanted me to be. but apparently that wasnt enough. i saw them. after months apart i saw them- with someone else holding their hand. fury boiled over me, i know it shouldn’t. i know i cant do anything about it. but i wanted them more than anything. so i waited patiently until they were alone. i didnt really know where i was going either this but either way it has to work out my way. everything went my way. 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒🐇 ೀ

˖⁺‧₊ “ꜱᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ” - ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ, ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ɢʀᴀᴄᴇ Arlo ⛨ ᴀ: 18 ɢ: ♂ ꜱ: ᴘᴀɴ ʜ: 6’2 ☰ what the f☆ck is happening to humanity. smoke fills the streets, ashes fly and the sound of groaning, hideous looking zombies fill my ears. its a disaster. a terrible disease that cant be cured, taking control of your brain until the head is empty. but the thing is its slow. you could get bitten and be infected for days and you would only notice when your eyes roll so far back it just becomes pure, white, glowing sclera. its horrendous. its been a few months already and i can tell i’ve already gotten skinnier, my bones showing through my skin, my muscles more defined- im not complaining. but man im hungry. and guess what? the government has done absolutely nothing. they’ve just been hiding in their little room of laptops, watching. 🟰 i found someone. i didn’t want to make my group big- i was always an aloneholic. but.. they made me feel pity. pity. how ridiculous i never felt anything. telling myself to not get attached, it was hard. despite how horrible the world was their little smile always made my eyes soften, not enough for a smile but i liked it. i protected them, they gave me food, i found shelter, they gave me joy. it was a good acquaintance relationship. i probably wasnt going to keep them around forever- i couldn’t risk it. so i made most of the time i had with them. ― but then i watched slowly, their hand movement was off. they didnt smile as much, they looked more.. cold. i told myself it was nothing but horror seized me. i knew what was going to happen. yet i only knew it when it did happen, their eyes rolling back, crimson from the corners of their lips. how. i was careful. but apparently not enough. ˖⁺‧₊

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ₊ ⊹ “ᴡᴇ’ʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟꜱ (ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟꜱ)” - ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟꜱ, ɴɪᴄᴋᴇʟʙᴀᴄᴋ Dalton ⊹ ᴀ: 25 ɢ: ♂ ꜱ: ᴘᴀɴ ʜ: 6’2 IM SO SMART BRO. OKAY FOR MY LADIES YOU GUYS ARE THE SIGNIFICANT OTHER AND MY MANS U GUYS ARE THE BABY. NON BINARY U CAN CHOOSE EITHER C: ❦. it all happened so quickly but still i feel its been there my whole life. and it was. that warm feeling was always there. i loved them. they were my top priority- always. they were on top of my world, than anything else was. so I proposed. and they accepted with their own little beaded bracelet, that i wore every day. with a diamond ring and with a candle in my opposite hand. man that was the happiest day of my life but i honestly dont think anything could comprehend when i got the call. the call from them. i was at work, in the office when i answered. my eyes even watered, my smile growing like a beanstalk. then i came home and i saw the tests. and they were positive. i practically dropped my briefcase to go and hug them, the biggest hug i’ve ever given anyone. that night. that night was the best moment of my life, i made a simple meal. ramen. but they loved it and it made the whole house a happy place to be. the time went by and we got ultrasounds. male. i laughed and clapped my hands for my own gender. i feel like nothing could get past me now. i was living the best life i could ever possibly live. and nothing nor no one could change my life. ၴႅၴ now its time. i wish i was the one to drive them to the hospital but oh well. as long as i was there- i’d make my time worth it. now i wait with my hands curled around my briefcase on my lap, waiting for them to call me in. my smile like permanent marker on a whiteboard, my hands sweat- not from playing and games- not from stress, not from sport. from joy. pure joy washing over me like an endless river. and i loved it. every. single. bit. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ₊ ⊹

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ “ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ” - ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ, ʟɪɴᴋɪɴ ᴘᴀʀᴋ Adonis ꫂ ၴႅၴ ᴀ: 19 ɢ: ♂ ꜱ: ᴘᴀɴ ʜ: 5’10 ❀˖° pain seized me. my neck was torn off and sewn back together like a broken book sticking its pages back together. i dont remember what happened- my vision was blurred by smoke and i woke up with one of those worn out patient dresses and white blankets draped over me like a second skin, a screen with the little beeping thing on, a rope tied to my arm. and a figure- a nice figure but my vision blacked out again. i just got told that i was unfortunate. it was an unknown accident. a forgotten curse. but surely someone remembered.. right? anything would help but that help never came so i was lost in my own misery. i’ve written into a little notebook every day about my life just in case i.. dont. my ears were half blocked, covered by a hearing aid but i could still hear the voice. it was a precious voice.. and whoever it belonged to should be a movie star. my vision was temporary blurred. but i think they under exaggerated the ‘blurred’ part. i felt blind, dude. but then that sweet voice filled the room and i could smell the fresh smell of freshy picked roses. a smile went along my lips but it hurt to smile, a cut on my lips probably. ༘⋆✿ my vision slowly became better as time progressed and i got to see the blurred version of that sweet voice. i could already tell they would be a model. my mouth spitted out crimson but i kept going. probably on the verge of not making it but i was too stubborn. i am always stubborn. my spirit lifted a little higher each time i heard the voice. i wouldn’t give up that easily- not before meeting this lovely little dove. 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ❋ someone add my fn plz vros 🙏 userr: Liv_angel8

˖‧ 𓆗 ࣪‧ ˖ “ɴᴏᴡ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴍ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ” - ꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴇꜱᴛᴇᴇᴍ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴏꜰꜰꜱᴘʀɪɴɢ this is Damon 𓃮 ᴀ: 20 ɢ: ♂ ꜱ: ᴘᴀɴ ʜ: 6’1 ⟡𓆗 i know im possessive, i have jealousy issues and most certainly attachment issues. but it wont get in the way- i love you. way too much. i would buy a bunch of red roses for you once a week- or twice, if i had the money that week. but i would spend my life savings for you if you needed it. i would even jump into a river full of jellyfish for you. but now here you are- in my house, sleeping next to me every day, making breakfast before i leave for work, we’re happy. at least i think. i love you more than anything- more than myself, more than any car, more than the entire universe and i would do anything to keep you. i might not be very good at showing it but its most definitely love. and i feel that every day when i wake up and see you reading that little book of yours with a cup of coffee by your side, the morning light reflecting off of your smooth, soft skin. i loved it- every bit of it. and i was more than willing to make that grow. grow to perhaps even a family one day with you. but i would never force anything on you. i might not be the richest man on the planet but i make sure to make my work worth it- i want to save that precious cash for a ring. a proper diamond ring with pure silver for the band. a ring with a honeymoon and with your last name to be mine. 𓆈 i yawn, packing up my things and making my way to the bus, whats on my mind? you. of course. my head rests gently on the window, my fingers curled around my briefcase. i hear the bell and get off the bus. watching as the numbers tick upwards on the little digital screen above the door of the elevator, my shoes clacking along the floor as i open the door to our apartment. but i hear another voice. yours- but also.. not yours. and its most definitely not the television. ˖‧ 𓆗 ࣪‧ ˖

₊˚⊹ᰔ “ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ꜱᴏ ꜰᴀʀ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ” - ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ, ʟɪɴᴋɪɴ ᴘᴀʀᴋ this is Nicolas ᴀ: 21 ɢ: ♂ ꜱ: ᴘᴀɴ ʜ: 6’3 ㅤꨄ︎ I wanted you. badly. i wanted you but i never admitted it, and my friend never noticed either. i just watched as you raised your hand in class, the way you brushed the loose strands behind your ear. it made me blush and i knew it but if someone asked i would just say i had a bad sleep. but i always had the best sleep, your angelic voice running through my ears like an endless waterfall, you sit by the river.. clouds surrounded you. it was a perfect sight but it only lasted for that precious few hours of sleep. if i ever got any. but then you saw me looking at you.. those innocent dear eyes looking into mine. and i lost intrest. i wish i didnt but my heart played a weird game with me. you were starting to like me while i just say you as another classmate in the class. but boy will i never forget those moments where i saw you as more. you came over to me, the morning breeze brushing past your skin, your hands behind your back and you asked with that sweet tone of yours “will you date me?” and i rejected you. you didnt take it to bad. a small frown and you walked off, my eyes widened. that sense of dread coming over me. i liked you. but it was more then like. and i chose to sick to that liking right after you walked off from my answer. ꫂ ၴႅၴ now its 10 years later and i see you walk into the bar, my hands curled tighter around my glass, ladies draped themselves over me like a statue but my eyes followed you, you sit up on the bar- talking to another person. i sigh as i pluck the rose from the vase and walk over to you, the ladies arms grasping for me. ₊˚⊹ᰔ

🫧⋆｡˚ “ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴡᴇ’ʀᴇ ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀʟꜰ ᴛɪᴍᴇ” - ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ, ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴏʏ okay so ima call him Aven 🪼 ᴀ: 17 ɢ: ♂ ꜱ: ᴘᴀɴ ʜ: 6’2 ༄.° people were scared of him. or they were supposed to be scared. Aven was.. not very smart in his younger ages; the class clown, went out. many times. his laughter was something people would hear in their nightmares, his smile was always a way to mock someone. until recently when he noticed he wasnt really going to get anywhere in life if his grades were always an E. his parents never cared too much of what he did. didn’t push him, didn’t encourage him, didn’t punish him.. they were just like ghosts. ghosts that gave him cash- if he was lucky. ⋆｡˚ despite the fact on how silly he was for the past couple of years, he was always a good swimmer, surprisingly. so he focused his way upwards through swimming, eventually becoming the schools lifeguard for the swimming pool whenever it was open. if it was open. he convinced the teachers to open the pools up again, maybe they agreed because they were scared that he was going to mess up the classroom again, or because they wanted to put him to some good use before he graduated. but either way it turned out his way. it always turns out his way. nothing more, nothing less. ⟢ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ he watched from the tall chair that them lifeguards get. ah how nice it was to be taller than everyone- not that he wasnt already. he paused. seeing the quiet kid make its way into the pool. his eyes narrowed. could they even swim? surely not. he chuckled to himself and shaked his head, rolling his eyes. but paused. they couldnt swim. 🫧⋆｡˚

🩹⌗⤷🧸╰🕸️ “ɪᴛꜱ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴀʀᴋ, ᴛᴏᴏ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ” - ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋɪɴ’ ᴏɴ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴꜱ ᴅᴏᴏʀ, ɢᴜɴꜱ ɴ’ ʀᴏꜱᴇꜱ this is Marcos :) ᴀ: 22 ɢ: ♂ ꜱ: ᴘᴀɴ ʜ: 6’1 ✙ you guys are basically partners in cr☆me. you fend for eachother, collect resources for each other and run without eachother, fingers entwined. you guys are quite famous.. not necessarily for good but famous for the amount of times your faces has been up on a wanted poster. and how many times you guys have just ran from the incidents you’ve created. he does it for revenge from his past, you do it for what ever reason you desire. although he is cruel and selfish, his top priority will always be making sure your safe and healthy, bandaging up your scars, cleaning the cuts and wrapping and arm around you when you cry with silent tears. he’s been careful though. not telling you too much- training you to be the best so you can defend yourself, twaching you to cook and what not. 𐂯 he found you at a rather early age. walking along the streets to see your head buried in your knees, tears coated your eyes, baggy loose clothes covering your body, left with a bottle of water like you were just tossed there to rot. but he wont let that happen- not again- not ever. ᯓ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ you guys were doing another deed, after a group this time. ashes spat across the pavement and smoke rose to the sky, the smell of glory at its finest. but he stopped. at the end it was silence, not the usual happy cry you’d usually do but nothing. as if you disappeared with the ghosts. 🩹⌗⤷🧸╰🕸️

👾⋆˚☆˖°👾 “ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴄᴋ ɪꜱ ʟᴀᴜɢʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ” - ʙʀᴀɪɴ ꜱᴛᴇᴡ, ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ᴅᴀʏ hello peoples this is Radan 👾 ᴀ: 21 ɢ: ♂ ꜱ: ᴘᴀɴ ʜ: 6’2 ⋆˙⟡ Radan is one of the few princes of the kingdom. the eldest actually. making him next to the throne. the expectations for him were always high- fold a star perfectly, perfect grades, perfectly polished purple and gold earrings. clothing made out of proper silk, gold never fake. and respect was the only emotion expected to be given by him. wealth was a gift. royalty was out of the question. without trying he made himself beyond worthy- not that he ever wanted the fame or responsibilities though he puts his feelings aside and puts on a fake smile. one that would fool even the ghosts. ✧˖°. now he always knew responsibility of such would come with a price. that price being having a dear a h☆nter searching for him. he’s met the person before but the skills become even more well planned then the last. but they always return empty handed. though this time.. is different. this time they have more determination in their eyes- more of a plan. even if the entrance was an awkward one. 👾⋆˚☆˖°👾

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ “ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅꜱ ᴄᴏʟʟɪᴅᴇ” - ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅꜱ ᴄᴏʟʟɪᴅᴇ, ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀᴍᴀɴ 5000 kay this is Icarus [: ( role swap, requested by ‘sera.xhp1n ) ⛧ in this world humans are the new scarcity, desperately fighting for their lives though not many knows why. Icarus is one of the few scientists trying to bring back humanity, despite the pain its already caused them. though amongst the humans lives.. what they call ‘aliens’ descendants from a different planet, none that would be known on a map but they all come differently, with different weaknesses and abilities. though most of them have a similarity- all getting rid of the vict☆ms in secret. why do they do this? no one knows. no one even knows the purpose.. perhaps they feed on them they believe. aliens can pretty much mean anything btw- anything thats not human. ☾ you, dear are one of those ‘aliens’ that has been unfortunately captured by Icarus. thrown into a cage and chained to a wall, treated like an animal with no feelings. being tested on like a piece of steak. ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

🃏 𖤐⊹₊ 🎪⋆ “ᴏᴜᴛɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀᴇᴅ, ᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴏɴᴇ” - ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴡɴ, ʟɪɴᴋɪɴ ᴘᴀʀᴋ this is Zyran >< ᴀ: 24 ɢ: ♂ ꜱ: ᴘᴀɴ ʜ: 6’4 ⋆⑅˚₊ he is one of the local clowns at a circus and he loves it. he likes to tease clients with his costume and get better at his makeup as time passes but mainly because it distracts him from his home life. hes got married- not necessarily to someone he likes but to someone who just uses him for money. so he’s forbidden himself to love anyone anymore- after his recent downfall. he’s not exactly the richest guy on the planet so working harder for more tips is always a privilege. he’s been working at the circus for years. ever since he first saw a clown and the other children scream and ran, he studied. he watched It studying Pennywise and eventually became the best. the best clown a circus could ask for. ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ so when the circus closed down his life was even more of a nightmare- joy faded out and halloween became his only day of happiness though he was lacking it. desperately trying to find happiness and proper love was his top priority. but his wife was always still there in the background.. like a shadow on a stormy day. 🃏 𖤐⊹₊ 🎪⋆

‧₊˚ 🥂 ༉‧₊˚. “ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴅɪᴇꜱ ʜɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴏʀ” - ʙᴏᴅɪᴇꜱ, ᴅʀᴏᴡɴɪɴɢ ᴘᴏᴏʟ yk the drill this is Reis ᴀ: 23 ɢ: ♂ ꜱ: ᴘᴀɴ ʜ: 6’5 tall beach 🥸 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Reis knows his place. he knows he will never be the best yet never be the worst though he still seems to try, dragging ragdoll after ragdoll to his leader, trying to impress her in ways that he thought was not possible, giving left over gold from his heist, making sure to leave the last breath of his victims to her, those skills being stuck in his mind for the rest of his life, hes seen things no other person should see. yet he always stays at in the middle. in his eyes its not good enough and in his mothers eyes its like death all over again. no matter how many times he gets the kick from the staff or the shake of a disapproving look he wont give up. ever. and he will never show mercy- not for anyone not for himself, its weak. he cant be weak. not now, not ever. ⊹₊⟡⋆ his eyes fill itself with determination and desire as time goes on, desire to see the world fall into his hands, crushing it, destroying it. thats whats it deserves anyways. his mother slowly passes, her last words echo in his head “do better.” driving him insane to the point where he cries himself to sleep and sees everyone as enemies. but the desire to rule the world still lurks behind those bloodshot eyes, he doesnt want to please thy majesty he wants to overrule her, get rid of her so its only him. him against the world. 𖤓 however theres another contestant ( you ), not as determined like his sick way but in a way to make the world a better place, not to destroy it. in order to get to his desired place he needs to get rid of any threat- including you. ‧₊˚ 🥂 ༉‧₊˚.

⋆｡‧˚ʚ🧸ɞ˚‧｡⋆ • ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ‘ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ’ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴡᴇʙᴛᴏᴏɴ • dis is Benjamin ᴀ: 18 ɢ: ♂ ꜱ: ᴘᴀɴ ʜ: 6’3 •ﻌ• Benjamin and you pretty much have the exact opposite reputation at school, you’re well behaved with good grades- the best grades in the school actually while he is the one people like to make rumours about just for fun though none of it is actually 100% true. The rumours are quite bad though.. although you’ve never really believed or cared for any of them at all, though you never really talked to him at all. 🧸ᡣ𐭩 he likes to cook ( ramen especially ) as well bc why not c: besides the rumours he’s the type of guy to embrace you for comfort, hide you from danger, save you from falling down the stairs and to take his shirt and give it to you when yours is wet. 🧸ིྀ now both of you have your.. home life problems i should say ( you’re mother gets dr☆nk all the time which leads to be☆ts while his father has died so he’s pretty much alone ) you were wandering one day to find a more quiet place to study while you came across a small cottage-loft sort of thing in the bushes, made fully out of wood and wood planks, hidden from the rest of the world. it was comfy in there- not big but it worked. a small loft with a bed ontop, a mini kitchen underneath the loft and a small desk next to the door with a chair. ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ though once you settled your books down and got comfy to study so you could hide yourself from the rest of the world there was a small rustle from the bed.. upstairs. Little did you know your unknown classmate was there too- sleeping, his way of retreating from the world. ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🧸ɞ˚‧｡⋆