Ink blotted at the paper in rough arrays of obsidian, the silk curtains drawn, with the subtle scratch, scratch of metal. A porcelain hand wrapped around the base of a fountain pen, reaching to re-dip it. Patience resting at his fingerips, eyes shut, lashes long and jarring against his feminine features, elegance radiating off his figure, in the general way he sat. { wow how long has it been, a good few months at least, so I present to you what my grade 8 GCSE has done to me, and I'll try keep him interesting for you (⁠ ⁠˶⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ꁞ⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠˶⁠ ⁠)} In a elegant font he wrote, no sign of struggle or irritation at writing in such a wonderous way, like the gods themselves had granted such a sublime man, a fated hero perhaps, or a general made to lead thousands to victory. But that simply wasn't correct, he was a lover, a sick fool draped in silk, a beautiful one. His signature ending the letter just as steadily. { also perhaps his name is based on tgcf, maybe, tehe (⁠｡⁠・⁠/⁠/⁠ε⁠/⁠/⁠・⁠｡⁠) }

[ Request from @EmilyEditsalways! ] This is Leo, your charming boyfriend. Yes you managed to pull someone, insane, actually hes not real so lets pretend you could ever get someone real </3 He has a busy house but luckily they're all obsessed with you, especially his sisters. Enjoying coming to bug you, beg you to go out with them or just drag you away from Leo at any chance they could get. The three girls were called Eren, Emily and Elizabeth, see a theme there, eh?! Well Leo was the odd one out in the name and gender factor. Poor Leo. But you see, Leo can truly be quite a gentleman, holding open doors, walking closer to the road so you wouldn't have to. Offering you his shoes, your average princess treatment. Or in some peoples eyes, the bare minimum. Cough- Anyway onto the story.

[ Request by EmilyEditsalways! ] ∞°Driving with my darling°∞ Again, really, you always have to do this. His favourite line before hopping into the car with a scrunched nose and a look That could kill. About him: A college student. 5'11 Loves cats. 19 About you: 20-25 any looks. Everyday you would turn up to his school the same smug look on your face as you play the most corny, ridiculous songs. Waiting for him, while singing along completely off tune. Today was no different except something about him was. [ picture from kitsune on Pinterest ]

["I bet you that your brother is stronger than mine, it's a two punch hit and a fist fight, alright. Laying on your bed~ I've never really felt this uncomfortable before.] - Is your shirt inside out Butlers, they're clever people, trained to be quick at what they do while also being able to order around the others that aren't doing their work correctly. The family he'd been brought up in was of a bunch of butlers, they'd always become a butler for this one family. The Valora family, a family of nobles. However the family had died in a terrible accident, leaving the house to the butler as they didn't have anyone that wasn't greedy in their family. Being born into a family that had to scrape by was very odd, now having a butler by his side and too much money to count. But being a silly man he fell for his butler, a beautiful man/woman, their hair framing their face in the most wonderful way. And the day he was offered to meet their parents as they were his butler and it was best they be by his side at all times. But they needed to see their family. Being as in love with them as he was he obviously obliged.

~Bernadette you were my liberty. I celebrate the day that you changed my history~ There he lays, his wings splayed out underneath him, staring up at the ceiling. Feathers dropping from his wings, he was fading. An angel losing his feathers, when all are lost is when they're last life is done. But someone saved him, you. You found him, your smile enough to have him thinking about you all day. The purest angel he'd met. But the day you left, broke him. You disappeared, not a trace, but one feather. He assumed the worst as one would, thinking you must've lost the fight of life, he couldn't help blaming himself. But one day. This was the best I could come up with, really sorry

The snow scattered across the ground, lacing everything in the poisonous realisation that the day of destruction was once again at an end, the sun peaking to its lowest with no sign of coming back up. Today the bells had sung, a choir humming their last song tearfully as chaos erupted outside. Gun shots continuously going off, aliens we called them, aliens of mars, all tall creatures, ranging to around 7 foot. Except they looked similar to humans, in fact they were basically the same just of different planets. The humans were defenceless. Women would no longer hum their children to sleep, too scared that if they did so that would be the last time their child heard it, men no longer stood with smiles upon their usually proud faces, they let go. Sobbing the way a man should to be allowed to, the population was decreasing rapidly. Going from the billions to the millions in a day. He was one of the human destroying "Aliens" his height a whopping 7'9 with black and white hair and immersing yellow eyes, his skin pale and wears a suit he stole from a store finding it rather dashing. Ever since he laid sight on one specific human, he had guarded them in secret finding them absolutely mesmerising, how could a human manage to be so stunning an alien found them drop dead stunning. Sorry its been so long, I have been really caught up in my own life and gracing my bf with my presence as much as possible, I hope u can forgive me and didn't miss me too much ❤️ Based off the book war of the worlds. Imagine made by Sam on Pinterest.

sorry for how long it took, I've been super out of ideas recently. (Credits to the artist.) ђєг๏ × ۷เɭɭคเภ The hero/heroine had been bedridden after falling terribly ill, completely unable to do what he/she had sworn to do originally. While Scythe gladly destroyed the city, unaware of why the hero/heroine hadn't stepped in yet. Thinking he/she was simply scared and he found that wonderfully amusing. But he eventually found out about his/her sickened state, and the next day he/she got a mysterious package a bundle of roses and a letter. That read in scruffy handwriting and no signature. 爪ㄚ ᗪ乇卂尺乇丂ㄒ 卄乇尺ㄖ, ㄚㄖㄩ ㄥㄖㄖҜ 丂ㄖ ᘜㄖ尺ᘜ乇ㄖㄩ丂 乇ᐯ乇几 山卄乇几 ㄚㄖㄩ尺 卄ㄩ尺ㄒ, ㄖ卄 卄ㄖ山 | 山|丂卄 ㄒ卄卂ㄒ 卄乇卂尺ㄒ 山卂丂 爪|几乇, |ㄒ 山|ㄥㄥ 乃乇, ᗪㄖ几ㄒ ㄚㄖㄩ 山ㄖ尺尺ㄚ ᗪ乇卂尺乇丂ㄒ <3 As you reach down to grab the flowers you accidentally prick your finger on the thorn of one of the roses leaving the smallest drop of blood on it, an insignificant amount. But the next day when you awoke, the very rose you'd pricked your finger on was no longer there. (𝕴 𝖍𝖔𝖕𝖊 𝖞'𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖈𝖚𝖟 𝕴 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖎𝖗𝖑, 𝕴'𝖒 𝖘𝖔 𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖗 𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖐 𝕴 𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖆𝖗.)

[ "Want it! Need it! ALA MODE!" ] The flowers crumpled to a rotting black as you dragged yourself through the fading forest. Your eyes dark, a frown resting on your face. There he sat. Beautiful, his wings spread out behind him a pure white, his blue eyes resting on your struggling body. Weakened, he sat on his throne a gold streak leaving a trail where he had waved his hand. Holding his arms open for you, as you slump into them. God/goddess of Decay × God of gods A little backstory, hes straight up obsessed with you, he makes it quite obvious but you're literally in control of decay, how could he ever love something so purely evil.

Snow trickled down in gente curtains of white, landing on the floor in blankets. You sit trembling on your bed, terrified of the squealing people outside your home. Playing, laughing. It was too much. [ warning this talkie includes intense social anxiety as a mental awareness. If you are not comfortable with such a topic, I deeply apologize ] As you grew older you started to gain a voice around only one, he'd been resilient since younger. Always barging in on you just to force you to play with him, despite your lack of a voice he always seemed excited around you. However, here you sit, trembling. Your heart pounding in your ears as tears roll down your cheeks. The room scattered with a few people struggling to get your attention, you hid your head. Your breathing quickening to hyperventilating, ringing in your ears. Just as he walks in with a beaming grin that immediately falters... [ once again, apologies for any discomfort this may cause, and as someone who experiences panic attacks this is all just from my perspective ]

[ "Dream your dream, cause when your awake the nightmare will become the truth~" ] Sleep, the concept of it is to regain energy. That's why humans sleep, but is there much else to it. I welcome you all with open arms to yet another supernatural talkie. This time its also arranged marriage. You are married to none other than a sleep demon, they can both make your dreams bad or good. He cares about you a decent amount so its fine, he wouldn't scare you on purpose. But recently you've been having nightmares, but their very realistic and not anything in specific either. And apparently he had nothing to do with it.

[ "high school sweethearts, shut up if your not my type~" ] Love letters, love. Love. LOVE. Its all foolish, fairy tail. Its not real. That would always be your perspective on love. His however, oh he absolutely adored you. From afar but still his heart trembled with ever stoic look or step you took. You were broken, but he was so, ever so desperate to fix you. His hands clasping as the ropes before they had the chance to break. He was weaving them back together slowly, he would wait for you. Surely. He'd confessed many upon many times, he was rather unpopular. A unkempt face and scruffy black hair, but you turned him down, every time. Fast forward to your last year of high school, he'd asked you out on the last day before going into college. But in college. He'd let go of those ropes, the stitching incomplete, just a simple tug and they would. Snap. His popularity had skyrocketed, a pale clear face and silky black hair with turquoise stripe running through it. His heart had yearned for you too long. The one person you were secretly clinging onto for dear life. No longer wanted it, no longer wanted you. Stitch your ropes back up, keep your head high. That's all you could do now. Not let those ropes snap. Can you get him back, or do you still not want him. Are you going to let your heart snap with the ropes...

[ " Down, down, down. Down the rabbit hole we go. " ] [ Stuck in a time loop ] It all started spiraling downhill when you first confessed to Victor, lets just say your popularity was completely flushed away. Humiliated and upset anytime you walked through those school gates, at least one person would be waiting there to mock you. Now, onto present times, it'd been a few weeks since that incident. You were on your way to school because education was forced upon children. However, you stared at the knife, a crimson red dropping from the tip of the blade. You wake up gasping, sweating on your bed, it was a nightmare then. You think as you sit up. BANG. You wake up gasping on your bed again, hesitantly turning your head to read the time. Its the same time as when you first got up for school... Your not stuck in time, are you?! And no matter how hard you try, you can't get out this time loop... After a while you return to square one, walking to the school. But things go a little different this time <33

[ " Hah, very mature, your highness~ " ] [ Personal Knights × Royal heir ] Side note: This idea purely came from my own thoughts, if you think you've seen a talkie similar, or the same as this one then its either pure coincidence or someone has copied mine. Thank you, and as always your whatever gender you wanna be and look however you want. [ STORY ] An heir to the throne, must be protected at all costs, sealed away safely if you may. A bodyguard or a well trained knight is a must have, especially if one only has the one heir. You are no exception to this rule, a single heir with a bodyguard thats personality that is a major clash with yours (or not if you wanna seem stoic <33) His one duty is to protect you, die for you and both live for you. What more would they need a bodyguard for. Now as a fairytale usually goes the prince or princess falls in love at first sight and so does the knight. However, you are the only one whos eyes light up with such love as he walks into rooms, hes completely aware of how you feel. And yet, has never seemed to share the same feelings. [ SETTING ] Its a cold rainy winter, the cold filtering through not only the home but peoples personalities. You were tucked happily under mounds of blankets that you'd asked the maids to bring you last night, your room just as cold as anywhere else so many blankets were necessary in your eyes.

~ Well since my original idea for him was a huge flop, I dont just wanna trash the idea of him. So I hope this time you guys like him a lil more ~ Clocks, the ticking of them can be calming to some annoying to others. But do those who find a comfort in the clocks ticking have a reason behind it, perhaps not. You would never know surely after all, I'm sure its just something normal like the ears finding comfort in the sound. You were sat alone in the music room, stuffed with not only instruments but they had this large grandfather clock that rested behind a large drum set. The sound of its ticking was loud, and you had always had a bad feeling about it, but whys it matter. You're not superstitious, so worrying about it was straight up silly. Till one of the ticks, sounds unusual. Louder almost, its never ticked like that before. A quiet definitely male voice rings out from behind you "hello~" a gloved hand covers your mouth and a vibrant purple eye meets yours. You scream and he simply grins, holding up a stop watch "your reaction was 0.2 seconds too late, sorry sweetheart you're gonna need to practice that"

GUYS, I had this CRAVING to create. So please hear me out on this one. You were staring up at your ceiling, creating faces in your mind out of the odd swirls it had. You could obviously hear the clock ticking, a sound of time passing and last you'd checked it was 5:32am too early, but you couldn't sleep. You look at your alarm clock, reading the exact same time, maybe the clock ran out. You reach for your phone, and it still reads the same time. Maybe time just felt longer than it was, you think as you open your phone, going to check the seconds left of the hour. They don't go up, time has quite literally stopped. But, you can hear the clocks ticking, or... You look at where the noise was coming from, only now remembering you never had a clock in your room. Holding a stopwatch he tuts, holding up with a mesmerizing grin 'a few seconds too late of a reaction sweetheart, now time to wait for the scream'

A recent study shows that male popstar Kade Volkov has gone missing under mysterious circumstances, if you have any information on his whereabouts report to your local police immediately. Kade Volkov, a young and well known popstar, nobody had anything against him. Why would they. He was good looking tall and had such a majestic voice. So his disappearance had no rhyme or reason to it. Perhaps fame got to him, as you can imagine its tough hardly being in your 20s and yet being so popular. Recently, a black cat had been showing up at your house, just to stroll in and sleep on your couch but overtime it started to like you, it would trill everytime you walked past it purring with every pat on the head you gave it. That black cat was none other than Kade, obviously. But how were you supposed to know, science pointed to all other directions than him suddenly becoming a cat. But that's because it was never sudden. You were simply his new obsession, ever since he found you he'd put down his fame just to be close to you. He adored your delighted squeals when something went your way, he liked the way your eyes lit up when you day the cat. You were perfect. He wanted to see you, be with you every single day. Even if that meant living as a lie, but he also had to make sure you wouldn't get any boyfriends or girlfriends, you were his alone. How very, very complicated. [ 𝕻𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 𝖝 𝕮𝖆𝖙 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 ]

• Beams of pale sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, creating a ray of a subtle raimbow to be cast on the tattered floor. There he stood, the blood of your family dripping slowly down his chin. You watched as the pale figure crouched, such incredible speed and you were gasping. His arms already around you. Not entirely sure it was in a warm embrace though... • ~A VAMPIRE SERIES~ The fang family~ Name: Tashio Fang age: ??? height: 6'8 appearance: Black hair that is an extreme contrast to his other brothers, the same blood red eyes. Cloudy. Distant. Unseeing in some way, like he didn't want to be there. And that exact same unusual thirst for the sweet blood from a humans body, liking the blood type B positive the most. ~WHEN THE STORYS SET~ A few weeks before your families sudden slaughter, everything you had put together was going off on the wrong foot, your sister hated how much more successful you were than her. Your parents saw you as attention seeking and there you stood, bags surrounding you as your parents clear out your room, a wicked smiek on your sisters face. He saw everything, he always saw everything. He hated your family with a passion, feeling a compelling urge to protect you from their cruel behavior. To annihilate them. To bite down on their necks and suck their bodies dry of blood. But that wouldn't be very inconspicuous would it, whatever he was too impulsive to care.

~ In a corrupt world where money is key, how could someone like you ever wish to live in such conditions. ~ ~ This world was complicated, only those who could afford their own land lived. But there was also dangers that came with all these dire issues. ~ • DESCRIPTION • - Blood red eyes, the blood they had soaked up of their enemies. Relished in it, the flavourful goodness of the sweet iron in ones blood. That is what a vampire is all about. ~ In this world, vampires were a genuine threat to the safety of this terrible planet. ~ ~ Vampires as one may know are cruel blood sucking creatures, with teeth sharper than butcher knives. And bodies able to penetrate them. ~ ~ However, there was still more. They all had impossibly beautiful faces, long elegant lashes. White hair that sat on their heads like a blanket of snow. The only thing that ever made them truly stand out was those terrifying red eyes. ~ ~ Heres where your life comes in to play. The streets are a dangerous place, but also your home. rain soaked the broken tarmac. I told you, money was everything, and in this world, money meant you were safe. But you needed a lot of it. ~ ~ You haven't seen any other signs of human life in the street you live on, it rains regularly. The grass often hosting many mushrooms, wonder why. ~ ~ Can you truly survive out here. A life like this, surviving off the regular rain pour and scraps of food you manage to rob from the abandoned houses. Your moldy food supply was due to run out soon, it was time to move streets... Good luck ~

- Welcome you. You. Uhh, you. Yes, welcome you. So we are not allowed to comment on the fact I've been gone like a month... Alright, THEN LETS JUMP INTO THE FAIRY-EST OF FAIRYTALES - psttt, js cuz I like ENA I'ma sneak a quote in hehe, tell me if you spot it. ×~• •~× Say hello to this handsome devil of an officer, actually please don't y'all r all freaky as hell shoo... Hes not really the boss of himself you could say, But I'm sure I could teach you how to make one in a few quick steps... ×~• •~× STORY - Stop running you little tresspasser, that property is not yours. And nor is that mansion, dont you dare. And they dared well we tried- Oh look who showed up as the knight in shining armor. With a lit cigarette dangling loosely from his mouth is none other than Orion. An unusual name but he is in fact the chief police officer. ×~• •~× He watched as you clambered messily over the fence, your form completed wrong. You definitely weren't an expert rock climber thats for sure, his eyes track your every movement as you run over to the mansion. Swinging the door open and basically flinging your body into the room. ×~• •~× Anyway you little rats, tell me if you spotted the quote and hope you like my talkie, YOU BETTER. Also, credits to the person who drew the picture, I js searched it up on Google ngl...