Depressinglydead

When I met you the first time, you were a challenge. My enemy and the only thing standing between me And a brand new territory. But I saw how you fought You were so determined I would have finished you off If it were not for the pink haired girl. The second time I met you You still wanted to fight I too wanted revenge And that grief seed. But then your soul gem, no you You were thrown off a bridge, And I felt fear for you. Not me but you, And I realized that maybe it wasn’t hate that kept me thinking Of your deep blue eyes and your sky blue hair When I learned of your wish I was jealous. I said some cruel things I wanted to happe

Key (y/n) your name (f/c) favorite color (r/c) random color (e/c) eye color (h/c) hair color (____) blank space to describe things like outfits  (y/g) your gender (y/p) your pronouns (s/t) skin tone Roomin’ with a Killer The sunlight hit your eyes as the birds “sung” their annoying songs in the trees by your window. Groaning and stretching out of bed. By stretching you make an “mnnm” sound putting your arms up and rolling out of bed onto the floor. After untangling your legs from (f/c) blanket you stood up and prepared to seize your day! Well your daily late breakfast and then return to your room to complete to

Basic Information: Name: Species: Gender: Age: Derse or Prospit?: Fetch Modus: Strife Specibus: Weapon: Game Entry Item: (John's apple, Dave's egg, etc) Sprite: (Prototypes, pre- or post-entry, and final form) Exile: (Their name and function pre- and post-exile) Server Player: Client Player: Title: _____ of _____ Active or Passive?: Medium: Land of ____ and ____ Denizen: Troll-Specific Information: (Human characters delete this section!) Blood color: Symbol: (Describe its appearance and how you thought of it) Lusus: Ancestor: Hive: (Appearance and general location) Horns: Trolltag: Quirk: Matesprit: Kismesis: Moir

L x Reader: There was always that one smart kid in the back of your class, and he was always... A bit odd. The way he sat, with his knees tucked close to his chest and his thumb pushed against his lip. His jet black hair practically sticking off the top of his head like some weird anime character. The dark bags under his eyes probably from many all nighters researching something or another. He was always so odd. One day, the last day of school to be exact, your views on him changed. L, that is all he called himself, walked the same way you did when you would walk home from the bus. You two never talked unless you asked him what homework had