GREENKXSS
My gosh its been forever since ive been on Wattpad like this and im glad to be back! Rp is still open as always and if you wanna be friends my socials are in my bio, just know im busy sometimes so my replies can be slow!
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My gosh its been forever since ive been on Wattpad like this and im glad to be back! Rp is still open as always and if you wanna be friends my socials are in my bio, just know im busy sometimes so my replies can be slow!
My gosh its been forever since ive been on Wattpad like this and im glad to be back! Rp is still open as always and if you wanna be friends my socials are in my bio, just know im busy sometimes so my replies can be slow!
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[°§°-|SURPRISE Starter Drop!|-°§°] "Deep in the forest are the cries of insanity, lost are the souls of horrid tradgedy. Pain and desire rule over the sanity so sleep now while you dream of calamity. Round and round go the heads of humanity, sleeping safe and sound in the cage of false prosperity." The clown sings and cartwheels as he goes down the empty streets of the city, for here in this part are the workers who walk and live in unison. Heading home late to their wives and waking early with no purpose other than what society tells them. Even they have times where they could see hope and just as they do is it stolen from them. Suicide building. That is what they call it, that is what the children of the street known for drug addicts and high crime levels. They never go there but some claim they can always feel the strong pull of the thirty foot tall shut down building. Up on the top floor is where the story begins, for there is a tale of a ghost who howls alone at the moon as though calling in hopes that lonely burn of defeat can be quelled by the hand of hope. Though what they do not know is that it is not a ghost who cries...but a woman whose tears brings flowers to her feet. She is a Fae whose lonely weeping heart cannot bare the hate of the world not the tragedy of life.
Thnx! ❤) But the streets were not fully empty. They never were at this hour of the evening. Madeline has heard these stories ever since she could remember. The girl sits in a dark corner on the steps to her front door, her arms around her knees that she pulled up to her chest. She watches the clown cartwheel down the streets and listens to him, smoothing down the skirt of her dark dress. She listens to him with a heart full of hopes and dreams, just like her little sister and like her parents once had. She knows about the Suicide Building, of course. She had seen people move towards the building close to her home. They silently moved through the shadows, only to never return. Some were never found. Others were found on the concrete sidewalk or the road. Madeline watched them, whispering a prayer for each and every poor soul who had resigned to their fate. And yet, Madeline's favourite spot was just at the back of the building. It was where she went to hide from the older kids who bullied her for how strange she looked and was, or where she picked flowers and talked to the rabbit family she knew lived there. Even though she lived in the city, there was a small patch of overgrown grass, with a tree and flowers, and a few baby rabbits who had made their home underneath the tree. She waits until the clown is far, far away before getting up and sneaking away to the back of te building, carrying a small bag with a few carrots and some other things for the rabbits
Oki! Would you mind if Madeline lived above one of those small shops with her family? ANd srry for al the questions ❤
The night was cool, and Dettlaff was used to the quietude that fell when the world decided to fall asleep. Roaming the streets was a pass time which he often found peaceful, and tonight was no different. Only, he began to feel the piercing sensation that someone had been staring at him for some time, and stopped in the middle of the street, turning slowly to see the white haired woman behind him. Quirking a brow, he asked very politely, “Is there something you need?” In a low voice, hiding the annoyance he might have felt.
[ @BeastOfBeauclair ] He doesn't seem as hostile as most people that tends to cross her paths so whenever he speaks up again she finds herself visibly relaxing and pushing strands of hair back. This could have turned far worse than it did and she was very thankful it didn't, chaos was not something she enjoys all to much. Sylvie kept her hands at her sides while the urge to run away had grown faint in the back of her mind. To her he dressed normally unlike most of the people she has seen so far. With a shy expression the Fae girl shakes her head a little bit "i..i just like to walk...it is peaceful at night, no chaos..no noise..silence and moonlight to light your path and lead you away from things." She had a little trouble with her words but to her that was a normal occurance.
He nodded, the apology was enough, but a new interest seized him. Something about her wasn’t normal, he meant that in the nicest sense as he wasn’t completely ordinary either, despite his appearance, but it brought a sense of curiosity to him. “No need to apologize, my mistake.” He replied kindly, glad that at least his fears hadn’t been true. Dettlaff had enough reason to be jumpy these days, he didn’t want to add anything else to the list. Dressed from head to toe in varying shades of black, the only peculiar thing about his clothing was a moth brooch pinned to the front of his jacket. His appearance was ordinary enough, long dark hair with very pale blue eyes that seemed to pierce the darkness. He studied her for a time, before choosing to speak again. “Are you lost?” He asked quietly, thinking that maybe he could do a good deed and help her, if nothing else.
[ @BeastOfBeauclair ] Tonight was a full moon, a time where the creatures of the forest celebrate and dance till the next suns falling. She often times found herself lonely even among the many who give praise to her face and fear her when her back is turned. The Pureblood could not bring herself to attend such a party so instead she chose a human form and wanders the street with her bare pale feet moving soundlessly. Often times she is called a ghost by people heading home from late shifts, her porcelain white skin and long diamond like hair that always caught in the wind to blow around the soft set features of her unearthly appearance. Sylvie pauses and looks to the male she had not realized she was following "i...im sorry," taking a few steps back she turned as her silky gown is blown closer to her soft frame.
|·§·|~ STARTER CALL BELOW Let me know what time era you would like when picking something. "Resentment " - Because of a traumatic experience that was rooted around the mythical creatures of old, you grew to hate their kind and when forced to travel with one in order to get the last piece of revenge. You meet with a change in fate for an arrow meant to strike you hits her when she pushed you out the way,sending her falling off towards the waters below. "Monster!" -You had gifts people are afraid of because they don't understand it, so when you hear the word freak you have a pretty instinctive reaction towards it. Something happens and you turn spotting some of the village (town) boys picking on a very very pale figure. She looks human but something about her screams she isn't. "Hero" - You are on your way home when you find a girl in the waters with her body soaked in sea water and nothing but her dress leaving her an utter mystery. She appears to be what most people call an albino but there was no true telling. "Defeat" - She meets you during the ending of a horrible defeat in something you had to fight with, she was a ray of light in the bleak moment for she was the key to something much more.
"Such beautiful white locks... May I braid them, my sweet little Cherub~?"
[ @Vampiric_Effect ] She smiles a little at the relief he displays while she tried her best to relax that feeling in her chest along with the embarrassment of being caught naked and showering. He probably thought she was ONE of those types who show off their bodies to anyone and everyone. The thought of him thinking that made her heart feel funny. "Thank you," The vines stay in tact as a rose blooms on her right shoulder strap.
@GREENKXSS "Oh thank Lucifer..." He sighed, soon turning on his heel to face the pretty Fae from where he was behind the tree. "You... You look just as beautiful as always."
|°§°| ~ Starter calls : 1) "Y..you're...you lied...you weren't here to save me..you're here to kill me..you want my power all for yourself! You are just like them..why..why did I........why did I ever fall for someone like you...." 2) Her hand slowly reached towards you as her body falls in slow motion, she pushed you out the way and took the hit instead. You both ran so far with you resenting her, and now she is falling over the edge of the cliff into the waterfall where a large deep lake lays below. 3) "cheater...I never...understood that word..but now I do..it's when someone you stupidly love..uses you as a pet!" she hollers although her voice cracks and runs through the back door. 4) A small sound of regret came from your throat as you watched the Creature from fairy tale books and such run off into the night never to be seen again.
꒰ How the bnha characters say mice cock ; ꒱ Kirishima ; Wow, that's a pretty manly cock! Katsuki ; Ah, nerd! Nice cock! Mineta ; you have a pretty nice cock tsu. Tsuyu ; Nice cock. Kero, kero. Ochaco ; Hey, deku! Nice cock! All might ; Young bakugo, young Midoriya. Nice cock. Endeavour ; SHOTOOOO! Nice cock - Deku ; oh wow kacchan. Nice cock -
|·§·| ~ REVAMP "Burn the witch!" "Are you slow?? Dont look her in the eyes!" "HER BLOOD IS WORTH MORE THAN YOUR LIFE" [~FAE Pureblood~] Sylviona Xie Rasenclawed |~> A voice so powerful the very forest trembles at her whisper <~| //LIT OC\\ // !!! You may drop starters , request some and or whatever you wish!!!\\
❦ ; Ok let's not forget my bestie, shes a bad bitch- Attitude on straight savage, god all these bitches wanna smash it but that's my best friend you can't have it. Go best friend, that's my best friend, you better fuck it up, best friend won't you, throw it in a circle. I will literally take you out to dinner if you are ever sad, depressed, and if your mom being a stupid hoe - And while we are out, I will throw it back on you and we can act like idiots - We are crackheads, we are possibly gay and just do not know it, but one thing is for sure and that's our friendship. Nothing could ever break the bond we have and I am happy to say that I love and care about you, and no I don't mean I'm going lesbian for your sexy ass again - I am straighter then a circle I promise I am - Also, I got drugs if you wanna snort any, I always got your back fam♡
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