Not every battle is yours. Not every mess is worth fixing. Protect your peace, and let fools play their own life.✌️

The growth of a lotus flower: from the mud. Nara a lotus seed was stuck deep in the mud after losing her birth parents and left at an adoption center

She looks good in her black and orange full body suit fighting crime. Wherever she goes she makes a difference making matters hard for criminals obnoxious enough to get arrested.

It was fifty years ago when it was discovered that the sailor myths of old weren't quite myths, Mer were real.

It was decided there were three broad categories, each with many species. However they don’t usually interact with society that much. They’re not common knowledge but not hidden either, people just don’t look it up enough usually. Officially discovered as a species roughly two generations after the discovery of quirks, they were split into three broad categories with many species in each category. However all Mer have sharp claws and needle-like teeth, long ears that move around with emotion and fins behind their ears for communicating feelings, as well as gills. Both Coastal and Deep-sea Mer usually have an expressive dorsal fin as well, this trait is not shared by Shark Mer.

The categories:

Coral/Coastal Mer. These Mer often have been found in shallower waters and closer to the coast than most other kinds, they resemble many kind of fish, and are rated as the least dangerous due to their low hostility towards humans, though they hold the highest chance of carrying the gene that classifies a Mer as a Siren, the luring song.

Shark Mer. These Mer can be found throughout the water levels, in either small groups(Shivers) or alone. These Mer often have a shorter temper than Coastal Mer, and resemble all sorts of shark species.

Deep-sea Mer. These Mer dwarf their cousins easily, with the longest recorded adult having a tail length of roughly twelve meters. Not only much larger than their cousins, Deep-sea Mer are packed with muscle and are harder to harm due to being adapted to the severe pressure in the Midnight Zone. Save for a few exceptions, this is the only kind of Mer that has bioluminescence. However there is one thing about Deep-sea Mer that drives scientists mad: It’s so hard to get them measured and looked over, because they seem to either be extremely social(Living in a group made up of family) or extremely antisocial(Living alone), with no inbetween, only the shared ‘shyness’(Though timidity would be more accurate, or skittishness) meaning they avoid rovers/drones(Which they see before the drone sees them usually because darkvision)

(Make sure to look in chat if you wanna join! :-))

Sgt Lemuro stood at attention at the gates of Site 57. This above-top-secret containment and research facility held some of the strangest, most unusual and dangerous objects and entities in this or any known universe. Hell with a black site, she thought ruefully, this place was a clear site. To the general public, places like this simply didn't exist. They couldn't exist. Many of the creatures, artifacts and phenomena contained within this facility were literally impossible according to current known physics.

She was watching for a transport truck to pull up. It would be carrying the newest passel of recruited D-class personell. Among the scientists it was joked that the D was for 'disposable' and this was essentially true. Many of their recruits came from prisons, halfway houses, homeless shelters, or had been dishonorably discharged from the military. Not people likely to ellicit much concern if they went missing. And no doubt, many of them would go missing.

So the Elders tell us everyday. We alone are Gods Elect, pure in spirit, bound for heaven despite the sinful world. Hence why we must be sheltered, kept inside away from the cruel, prying secular eyes. Hence why we have collars, marking us out from our brothers and sisters who can freely go into the staining, rotten Outside world. That's why we only ever see each other and the Elders who visit our beds at night.

We want to leave, some of us are preparing to bring Christs child into the world but he must know of the sin before he can absolve it. Will we escape in time?

PLEDGED

Prologue: Before the Letters

Amara Bennett was three weeks away from graduating high school, and she and her best friend, Jada Monroe, had already planned their first year at Bellamy University.

They were going to live in the same dorm, attend the same classes whenever possible, and pledge the Ivory Circle.

At least, that was the plan.

“Why does a student organization need a mansion?” Jada asked, looking at Amara’s phone. “Seriously, look at this place.”

Amara laughed. “Because the Ivory Circle is not an ordinary organization.”

“Apparently not. My entire house could fit inside that living room.”

“Stop exaggerating.”

“I’m not. Look at the staircase.”

Amara took her phone back and zoomed in on the photograph. A group of young women stood outside a large white mansion, dressed in emerald green, royal blue, and gold. They wore matching blazers, gold jewelry, and small pins on their lapels.

Above the photograph were three words.

THE IVORY CIRCLE.

Amara had been researching the organization since sophomore year. At Bellamy University, the Ivory Circle was known for its philanthropy, influential alumni, and selective membership. Its members held leadership positions across campus, organized major charity events, and maintained connections with graduates who had gone on to successful careers.

The organization had a reputation that extended well beyond the university.

Getting accepted was difficult. Students needed strong academic records, campus involvement, recommendations, and the ability to make a good impression during recruitment.

Amara had already started preparing.

She kept a folder on her laptop filled with information about the organization, its history, and its members. She followed the university’s official social media pages and watched every recruitment video she could find.

Jada liked the idea of joining, but she was less interested in the research.

“You know we have to get accepted before you start planning our outfits, right?” Jada asked.

“I know that.”

“Because you already have the colors picked out, and I am pretty sure you have been looking at those blazers for months.”

“Emerald green, royal blue, and gold. They look good together.”

“They do. I will give you that.”

Amara smiled and returned to the photograph.

She imagined the two of them standing outside the mansion in their own matching blazers. They would attend events, meet people, and become involved in the university. More importantly, they would have access to opportunities that could help them after graduation.

She wanted to make the most of college, and the Ivory Circle seemed like a good place to start.

“Think about it,” Amara said. “We graduate in three weeks. By August, we will be at Bellamy. By the end of the semester, we could be members.”

Jada leaned back against the bed. “You make everything sound so easy.”

“It is not going to be easy. That is why we have to prepare.”

“Some of us are preparing to pass our final exams.”

“We can do both.”

“I am passing my exams first. Then I will worry about joining a secret society.”

“It is not a secret society.”

“Then why does everyone act like there is some mystery surrounding it?”

Amara paused.

She had wondered about that herself. The Ivory Circle published information about its community service projects, campus events, and scholarship programs, but very little about its internal traditions. Members rarely discussed the details of the pledging process publicly.

Amara assumed that was part of what made membership special.

“They probably want to keep certain traditions within the organization,” she said.

“Probably,” Jada replied. “As long as they are not expecting me to do anything ridiculous.”

“You do not even know what they ask you to do.”

“Exactly. That is why I am concerned.”

Amara laughed.

They had been best friends since freshman year, when Amara transferred into Jada’s history class halfway through the semester. She had accidentally taken another student’s assigned seat, and Jada had quietly spent the next ten minutes explaining the classroom seating arrangement to her.

The conversation somehow turned into a discussion about their teacher’s terrible toupee. By the end of the period, Amara had been trying so hard not to laugh that she could barely speak.

They had been close ever since.

Over the years, they had helped each other through family disagreements, disappointing relationships, school dances, and the usual problems that came with growing up. They had different personalities, but they understood each other.

Amara was organized and ambitious. She liked having a plan, and she rarely pursued something without researching it first.

Jada was more relaxed. She worked hard when something mattered to her, but she did not see the point in worrying about every possible outcome before it happened.

Their differences usually worked in their favor.

With graduation approaching, however, Amara had started thinking more seriously about what would happen when they left home. They had spent years talking about college, but now they were close enough to see it becoming real.

She wanted them to have the same experience.

“Promise me something,” Amara said.

Jada looked at her suspiciously. “What?”

“Promise me we will not let college change our friendship.”

Jada’s expression softened.

“Why would it?”

“People change when they get to college. They meet new friends, join organizations, start dating people. Everything becomes different.”

“That does not mean we have to stop being friends.”

“I know. I just do not want us to become those people who barely speak after graduation.”

“We will not.”

“Promise?”

Jada held out her pinky.

“I promise.”

Amara linked hers with Jada’s.

“And we are staying in the same dorm.”

“If the university gives us the same room.”

“We already requested each other as roommates.”

“Then we should be fine, unless you start snoring.”

“I do not snore.”

“You fell asleep during our movie marathon last weekend and made a sound that scared me.”

“That was one time.”

“It was a very loud time.”

Amara grabbed a pillow and tossed it at her. Jada caught it, laughing.

Their graduation caps sat on the desk beside a stack of college paperwork. Both girls had decorated their caps with rhinestones and glitter, and they had spent most of Saturday arguing over the placement of the letters and whether the designs needed more decorations.

They had finally agreed on the finished results.

Now, with only three weeks left of high school, their attention had shifted toward the next stage of their lives.

Bellamy University had accepted them both. Their financial aid paperwork was nearly complete, and they had begun shopping for their dorm rooms.

The Ivory Circle was the one thing they had not secured.

Membership was not guaranteed, even for students with excellent grades and strong recommendations. The organization selected a limited number of new members each year, and its recruitment process could take several weeks.

Amara knew there was a chance they would not both be accepted.

She simply did not like thinking about it.

“What happens if one of us gets in and the other does not?” Jada asked.

Amara lowered her phone.

“Why would you ask that?”

“Because it is possible.”

“Then we figure it out.”

“That is not an answer.”

“It is the only answer I have right now.”

Jada studied her for a moment.

“You really want this, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“More than just being part of an organization?”

Amara considered the question.

She wanted to make friends, but she also wanted to be around people who were serious about their futures. She wanted to develop connections, participate in meaningful projects, and graduate with more than a degree.

She had grown up watching people struggle to get opportunities that seemed to come easily to others. She wanted to put herself in a position where she would have more choices.

The Ivory Circle represented the kind of college experience she had imagined for herself.

“I want to make something of myself,” Amara said. “I want to graduate with good grades, get a job I actually like, and have people around me who want to succeed, too. I think joining could help with that.”

Jada nodded.

“That makes sense.”

“And I want us to do it together.”

“We will try,” Jada said. “But if I do not get accepted, I am still going to have a good college experience.”

Amara smiled. “Of course.”

“I mean it. I am not spending four years being miserable over an organization.”

“I know.”

“And you are not allowed to become unbearable if you get accepted before me.”

Amara laughed. “I would never.”

“You say that now.”

Jada reached for the phone and looked at the photograph again.

“I do want the blazer, though.”

“I knew you would.”

“And the pin.”

“Obviously.”

“And I want to see the mansion in person.”

Amara took the phone back. “Then we need to get accepted.”

For the next half hour, they discussed what they would wear to recruitment, how they would introduce themselves, and which campus events they should attend once the semester began. Jada suggested they focus on meeting current students instead of spending all their time looking at photographs.

Amara agreed, then added that they should also prepare answers to common interview questions.

Jada rolled her eyes, but she opened her laptop.

Outside, the afternoon sun was beginning to fade. Amara’s mother called from downstairs to ask whether they wanted dinner, and Jada answered before Amara could respond.

They gathered their things and headed for the kitchen, leaving the college brochures and graduation caps on the desk.

The Ivory Circle would have to wait until tomorrow.

Neither girl knew what the organization expected from its prospective members. They had seen the polished photographs, read the university’s official descriptions, and heard stories from students who claimed to know someone who had pledged.

They had not yet met anyone who would tell them the whole story.

For now, they were excited about Bellamy, their upcoming graduation, and the possibility of joining the organization they had spent so much time discussing.

In three weeks, they would receive their diplomas.

In three months, they would begin college.

And before their first semester was over, both would learn that getting into the Ivory Circle was only the beginning.

Dearest tiger boy Gyan, who used to seem so sweet, is so aggressive now! Others assume it's his primary instinct. He can't control it.

This is a multi-slot collaborative Monsterverse fanfiction where each contributor can create their own independent stories while sharing the same expanded universe. Stories can intersect, reference each other, or remain completely separate - the choice is yours!

Unlimited Participation: Anyone can join and create their own story slot

Respectful Collaboration: Be respectful of other contributors' work and characters

Canon Flexibility: You can work within established canon, blend canons, or create entirely new interpretations

ll Kaiju Welcome: Any giant monster, mecha, or titan from any franchise is allowed

Original Creations Encouraged: Create your own kaiju, organizations, or characters

Multiple Formats: Stories can be written as narratives, news reports, scientific logs, character diaries, etc.

Any Timeline: Set your story in the past, present, future, or alternate dimensions

Core Monsterverse

Godzilla (Legendary)

Kong: Skull Island

Godzilla vs. Kong

Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire

Monarch: Legacy of Monsters

Toho Kaiju Universe

Classic Godzilla films (1954-2004)

Millennium series

Reiwa era (Shin Godzilla, Singular Point)

Mothra, Rodan, King Ghidorah, Mechagodzilla

Lesser-known kaiju (Varan, Baragon, Anguirus, etc.)

Gamera Series

Heisei trilogy

Showa era films

Gyaos, Barugon, Guiron, and other adversaries

Ultraman Universe

Ultra Kaiju (Bemular, Baltan, Zetton, etc.)

Ultra Brothers and their monsters

Ultraman, Ultraseven, Ultraman Taro, etc.

Zone Fighter

Garoga aliens and their kaiju

Terror-Beast army

Pacific Rim

Jaegers and Kaiju

Precursors and the Breach

Uprising timeline

Additional Sources

Gamera vs. Gyaos manga series

Colossal Kaiju Combat

Kaiju Combat video games

Destroy All Monsters Melee

Rampage series

Cloverfield universe

Original creations welcome

Six years.

Adrianna “Audrey” Henderson has given Daquan Brown six years of her life — from freshman homecoming to sophomore year in college. He’d been the one to make her believe in true love. Until he shatters her fairytale and her heart on the night of his first game of the new football season. She finds him cheating on her with Malia Hartman and leaves her heartbroken. While she’s given up on love, revenge is still fresh in her mind. She’s not about to lose Daquan without a fight — and shows up to the game, thirty minutes late, and wearing the jersey of the rival team. Her rebellion sparks the attention of the campus, but also Tyrese Kingsley, who wants to know more about the mystery girl wearing his name. He’s not at all put off by her icy attitude. If anything, it makes him want her more. Heated animosity melts into mutual understanding as their bickering softens into something frighteningly real. Can Adrianna find it in her heart to love again? Or will Tyrese leave her heartbroken again?

Welcome to the world of Meta-human's

Time era: Modern day

Population Info: Human's and life forms with powers

Location: America

Setting: In a world where both human's and meta-human's both co-exist. Metahuman's are a regularly part of everyday life across the world though nowadays instead of being used as a mass weapon of destruction for war, they are just a product of income/interest for the government. Meta-human's were originally created as a defense system for war originating first with Germany during World War. The secret and underground experiments on both the German troops and human victims is what helped develop the first set of successful subjects. They called it Operation: M (for Mutants). 2 out of the 3 original meta-human still survives today because the original have essentially immortality in them but as all things go in modern society, things wash out and new heroes come to rise up and gain interest in the mainstream platforms. The component that is used now to inject fetuses during pregnancy are a lesser concentrated component of the original's once the government learned how to reduce its effects but still be able to make it marketable. Meta's today are simply just a product placement after the government's collectively agreed that they simply cause too much casualties in wars. Injuring their own comrades and soldiers in battle. However that doesn't mean the public still knows and they still have respect for their fellow heroes as the hero agencies who work directly under the government set up fake saves and hero opportunities to rack in money, get new and upcoming meta-human's to join their propaganda. These same agencies also have a first responder system where the heroes will help stop petty city/town crimes more than they do military work.

Hello! This plot is essentially inspired by The Boys, Invincible, and the game Dispatch all conjoined together. I am looking for a partner who can play a male character and I'm sorry but you have to be okay with some mature scene's. Don't come to be a give me a list the size of Santa's on all your triggers and still want to RP this plot. It's not Marvel or DC. Also, it's up to you whether you want to play as a meta-human or a regular human. We can make this RP dark as you'd like or somewhat tame however please note this isn't your cookie cutter Disney heroes. Brownie points if you are into or interested in playing immoral superheroes. The meta humans are more fucked up and rougher around the edges with a twisted sense of humor like it would be realistically if the wrong person in our modern day got meta powers. There can be some heroes with good intentions that genuinely want to do good as well however, heroes in this world are bound to fuck up and face consequences. Majority of them are corrupt as they also would be a victim of having god complex's and crave for that spotlight of saving a kid and liberating it even though their parents got killed in the process of saving them by that same hero or when their meta powers bloom it caused a casualty to an innocent life. Billboards, commercials, all of it has some kind of famous meta-human plastered on it. Agencies that covers up their product's mistake and more importantly, the politics between anti-meta and pro-meta is a big issue within the government. Also, we can have multiple characters or reduce it down to single characters. I am open to any ideas you bring to the table! NOTE I AM AM A FEMALE THAT PREFERS TO RP AS A FEMALE AND DONT BE FUCKING WEIRD AND FLIRT WITH ME OOC. I WILL NEVER BE INTERESTED IN FINDING A ROMANTICAL PARTNER ONLINE. 

If you are interested we can discuss all the limitations and triggers on discord! My username on discord is playkills if anyone is interested please message me "wilted rose" as the message!

She's supposed to end his future but does she fall for his past. Melina is an evil witch meant to destroy the future of a witch hunter by going back in time. As she slowly manage to get close to him and his friend she finds herself falling for him and him for her. Is this true love or just connection she created for her loss in the future.

It started out as an apothecary shop, but Sam wanted more than just herbs and a little magic. She started out by adding some teas and then coffee and somehow she ended up with a mysterious and taciturn employee, a stray cat that might have been cursed and a bunch of university students. What could go wrong?

The Beginnings of Whispers

In the quaint town of Mistvale, nights were more than dark—they were alive. Shadows roamed the alleys and streets, whisking around corners and drifting through cracks in the ajar doors. Among these shadows, Casper stood out. Not because he was different, but precisely because he wanted to be; unlike the other spectral entities that swept through town with eerie grins and malevolent intentions, Casper was recognized by a translucent glow and a gentle demeanor.

Casper's curious nature and his uncommon inclination toward kindness differentiated him from his ghoulish kin, who delighted in creating mischief and mayhem. As the ghostly trio of Stretch, Fatso, and Stinkie reveled in the nocturnal haunts, pushing the limits of spectral annoyance, Casper sought friendship and understanding from the few humans brave enough not to flee on sight. Yet, the shadow of his otherworldly origin always clung to him, making each interaction touched by a hint of mystery and fear.

The restless spirits of Mistvale, including Casper himself, were bound to the Moonlily, a hidden artifact believed to possess the power to grant eternal rest—or eternal torment. This pivotal year, as the blossoms of the Moonlily prepared to unfold under the harvest moon, Casper began to question the true nature of his existence and the ghostly realm’s connection to the town's past. Some secrets are hidden for a reason, and Casper was about to drift too close to the heart of it all, stirring whispers that hadn't been stirred in an eon.

Welcome!

This is the world that leads to the world of Pokémon.

Before I can let you through, though, I have several questions for you.

I need you to answer these questions carefully and sincerely.

Are you ready?

Then, let’s begin.

——

A Pokémon Mystery Dungeon story! Play as a human turned into a Pokémon, or a Pokémon native to the world, and join an Expedition team!

Once, time flowed as it should. Monday would be followed by Tuesday, April would come after May and the year 1999 would fall before the year 2000. As it always had for eons.One day, time fractured. Small, at first. How many days in a week were there? 7? Or 8? Since when has Blurnsday been a thing? Then, large things. Buildings appeared where none had been before. Foreign, alien things.Out of these buildings came people. Refugees, people running from something. They warned of a threat, one that would come without warning. The world didn't listen.When Professor Pandora and her army of Paradoxes invaded, they brought with them relics from alternative timelines and worlds that never were. They had weapons forged from dragon's teeth that melted tanks, devices that ran on crystals but could control missiles. The Paradoxes were unstoppable.Professor Pandora is the world leader now. Refugees still arrive from other worlds and timelines. Bringing with them whatever they could carry. Whatever the Paradoxes wanted, they took, anything they didn't, they broke.Delta City, once a small town in Oklahoma, had rapidly grown with the influx of people, expanding rapidly. Now, a small group of allies gather together to plot and prepare for their resistance.Who are you in this world and what will you become?

The Avengers have had some new additions as of late, an entire floor of the Stark tower had to be dedicated to all the new hires. What will they do? What oppositions will they face? What kind of hero are you, if one at all?

Ocs, canons, villains/heros all welcome!

Max was an average guy, recently graduated from Arizona State University with a degree in Art specialization in ceramics and sculpture. After traveling had left him near-broke he was forced to move in with his neighbor Rena, who had known him since he was just a teen still running around the neighborhood with the local kids. After Rena joins a local Social Club and undergoes a transformation, losing weight, quitting her corporate job and starting her own business and coming out of her shell socially Max is impressed, and asks her about what her new group of friends is really all about. He is curious, wondering if he could perhaps glean some small bit of knowledge and move up in life himself. Rena is strangely secretive at first, only telling him that the group is for women only, and that he probably wouldnt be into it. Max is puzzled why his old friend and now landlord would be so unwilling to talk about something that had begun to affect her life so drastically.. so he presses her for more information that same night over dinner, and she eventually gives in, explaining to him that the group was called The WET Social Club, or Womens Empowerment Team. She describes it simply as a small, selective group of well-to-do women focused on bettering the lives of its members. Evidently there are several incredibly wealthy women among the founding members, and the social club leverages their deep pockets to take exclusive retreats, learning workshops, even educational vacations all over the world, and they had paid for Rena to go back to school and finish getting her business degree that had been left incomplete for 16 years. She still only offers up vague bits and pieces of info.. but Max can tell from the way she speaks that Rena was now deeply involved with WET, and looked up to the ladies that had begun to mentor her. Max gets Rena to talk a bit more than she had wanted to, and she ends the conversation abruptly. Over the next week Max carefully is able to learn more, discovering she was spending several nights a week going to their meetings and Yoga Classes, both held at the groups spacious Clubhouse that one of its members got out of a divorce after taking her ex-husband for all he was worth… as well as spending time hanging out with various other social club members doing stuff around town now that she had alot more time being her own boss. One night when Max gets off early from work at the Studio, he comes home to see a strange car in the driveway, and when he opens the front door he finds Rena and her friend watching something on TV that they quickly turn off as soon as they hear him at the door. Rena angrily asks Max why he is home early, clearly hoping he’d still be at work. Despite the awkward situation she still introduces the slightly older woman as one of the social clubs three founding members, Donna Karan before attempting to move upstairs to her room. Mrs Karan seems strangely interested in Max, however, and dismisses Renas attempts to be secretive- introducing herself and engaging Max in lively conversation. Max ends up having Donna secretly add her number to Max’s phone, and afterwards invites Max out for a glass of wine, where they talk for a while. Before they part ways Max is finally able to ask if there was anything he could do for the social clubs, expecting to be able to do some networking and possibly gain a few rich patrons for his art. Mrs Karan seems delighted in Max’s interest, and invites him to a “Yoga Class” at their mansion clubhouse up in hills of Scottsdales wealthiest neighborhood. Although Max has only done yoga once before and wasnt really into it, he decides he should go anyways. Little does he know that he was just a sacrificial lamb of sorts in Donna’s eyes.. and was about to enter a den of lionesses… The Yoga Class starts and everything seems normal.. sort of.. but afterward Max discovers that he had been tricked, and that one of the groups central tenets was that females were far superior to Males in every way, and as such they should be subservient in every way. The women were sexual predators, only interested in using him like an object so that they could satiate their twisted desire for the rush they got by dominating, humiliating and feminizing men they had become addicted to. Max was in for a rough, wild night.. one that would change his life.. but not in the way he was hoping for!

Lime woke with a gasp.

The last few moments; finding Blue dead, everyone dismissing the existence of aliens, Orange turning into whatever it was, and getting bloated; all of this was buzzing though their noggin as they opened their visor to the blue sky above them.

They groan as they raise their hand to visor to block the sun.

A crossover of my hyperfixations idk join if you know any of these ig

Fandoms:

Lobotomy Corporation / Library of Ruina (not as much of limbus since I've only finished canto IV)

The Dungeon Painter / The Artist Who Paints Dungeons

Got Dropped in a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work

Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

Lord of Mysteries (js started this one)

Tags: [MLM, dancing story, summer love]

Intro:

A summer away, on the sands of Puerta Laroca, lives a boy with sun kissed hair that’s lived here his whole life. Here he sits, resting on a palm tree that protrudes from his backyard, dreading the tourists who come each year to learn how to dance in his fathers world famous dance studio.

“It’s just 6 weeks, just like every other summer.” His father chides as he washes fruit, carefully cutting through each new one he cuts. “You’re my assistant for 6 weeks, you get a little spending money, and then they leave. Simple.”

”Simple.” R’Lai mocks, already peering his eyes out to the sea, dreading the boat of people surely soon to roll in. “Is anything ever simple with them? I don’t want to teach losers how to dance. Last year, that one mainland girl was all up on me, we couldn’t get her to leave when it was time to go!”

”This years group is experienced, professional. They know how. In fact, we’re getting a boy who lead his own advanced group. We’re just getting them ready for nationals, and then they go home.” His father turns and looks at him, frowning down at his son. “Besides; that girl was cute and sweet. I don’t understand what your issue was with her.

R’Lain frowned. He didn’t really have an issue with her, except when she was clinging to his shoulders, crying and begging him to not have him leave. Or that one night where he.. they.. well, he didn’t want to think about it.

“This group had better be professional. Or I won’t be helping you out this year, father. You’ll figure something out on your own.”

”No, I won’t. Because family sticks together.” His father finally arose from his spot, languidly walking over to his son. His skin was freckled and aged from the sun, a nice olive tan coating his fathers skin in comparison to the dark chocolate complexion of his son. His eyes were wise, and his hands, aged but shakey, as he handed his son the bowl of freshly cut fruits. “Right, Lai-Lai?”

R’Lai rolled his eyes, determined to not ruin his cool boy persona, while still (reluctantly) grabbing the bowl from his father. “Whatever. Just… I don’t want this to be like last summer.”

”Just give it a chance, and it won’t be. I promise.”

Here on alternia, its a rough environment, populated by trolls and lucii, today we focus on the trolls in this planet!

(hiveswap and homestuck + ocs allowed!)

𑣲𝐓𝒉𝐞 𝓟𝐫𝒊𝐜𝐞 𝒐𝐟 𝒍𝒐𝐯𝐞⋆.˚🦭🪼

Nobody tells you what love costs.

They tell you about the butterflies, the late night talks, and the way someone’s smile can change your whole day.

But they don’t tell you about the hurt, the lessons, or the parts of yourself you leave behind.

Your first love may not be your forever love.

Maybe they’re there to teach you what you deserve, what you need, and how you want to be loved.

Because every love changes you.

And someday, you’ll have to decide:

𝐖𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝐲𝒐𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝐞𝒂𝐜𝒉 𝐲𝒐𝐮 𝒉𝒐𝒘

𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝐯𝐞, 𝒐𝐫 𝒕𝐞𝒂𝐜𝒉 𝐲𝒐𝐮 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝐟𝐞𝒂𝐫 𝒊𝒕?⋆✴︎˚｡⋆