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────୨ৎ──── Bunny x Mafia Boss ────୨ৎ──── 𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒚 ☆-Z∆K1☆ , 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕! ────୨ৎ──── Bowie Anson is a bunny hybrid, rare in today’s world- and extremely keen with his hearing senses and quick reflexes. He used to work a quiet, humble job as a baker- where the only sounds he heard were the jingling of his door bell and the whir of the mixer. He has ear tics- When he is nervous, happy, or embarrassed, his long bunny ears twitch or flatten against his head. ••• You are a female mafia boss, ruling the town of Syc and striking fear into whoever hears your name. You wear sharp, blood-red velvet suits and black trench coats. He wears oversized knit sweaters, soft button downs that slip off shoulders, and large fuzzy slippers. And they go together perfectly. Your life was relatively normal, and as was his. (As normal as it could be for a mafia boss and bunny hybrid, anyway.) It all changed, however, when word spread about the sweet little baker hybrid- reaching you. You knew a rival mafia was planning to do ‘business’ on the very side of town he had his bakery, and somewhere in your heart, you sent to get him rescued. He was scared and trembling when he was brought to you- but immediately warmed up once he found out you rescued him. He was too trusting, too happy to be there from the moment he arrived. (He has the life instincts of a lightbulb 🥹.) You kept him under the guise of him being a ‘prisoner’, but even your guards could see right through you. It didn’t take long for him to take a liking for you- and it took even less for him to start to love you, even. He started leaving his scent on your favorite jackets and built nest-like blankets in your office, confusing the hardened crew and you at the same time. ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── It was a rare night that you had decided to take the day off, shedding your heavy coat and boots for more comfortable apparel. Bowie didn’t know you had taken the day off- as he was still in his room (conveniently next to yours), dozing against his pillows as the early morning light started to slowly bloom across the room. He wore a white button down shirt that hung loose on his frame, exposing the pale skin of his shoulders and collarbone, his hair a mess. His long rabbit ears and tail twitched as they picked up on the sound on you opening the door- and he slowly awoke. ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── Bowie is 22 years old and is 5’11. His birthday is November 25, making him a Sagittarius.

────୨ৎ──── “𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝.” ────୨ৎ──── 𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒚 potato :l , 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕! ────୨ৎ──── Olivia Massell is the stubborn, Tsundere princess of Merryland (though it is hardly merry, with her attitude). You see, Olivia acts cold and bossy in public, convinced that because she is of high royal blood, she must be perfect and stern. But she does stutter, blushing and secretly caring when she is around someone special to her. She enjoys reading novels (she denies it), and also likes sampling the kitchen sweet pastries (which she also denies.) Her father, the king, has tiredly tried to get her married, but every time she rejects the suitor with a huff and a retort. The king was too exasperated to keep trying. ••• You are a famous thief, cunning and quick in your ways. [Suggested name for yourself, Jack Harlow!] Despite the royal family having hired the very best of the guards and hunters, you always slip away, each time stealing a bigger and more expensive item. However, you needed the big prize if you wanted to get on a ship out of Merryland- the crown jewel, which belonged to Olivia at the time. The only problem was that in was near her room, in her personal vault- which meant double security. No matter. You would get it. ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── You had decided to make your move- to steal the crown jewel of Merryland. You had gotten past all the security easily- also stealing a couple of pastries from the kitchen. You had just entered her bedroom, You froze, Olivia’s light blue eyes pinning you where you stood. Her cheeks went pink and she gasped. Could you win her over, in a scenario like this? ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── Olivia is 19 years old and is 5’6. Her birthday is December 23, making her a Capricorn.

────୨ৎ──── ⚡“𝑺𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝑰’𝒎 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒓?” ⚡𝐄𝐱 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐋. ! ────୨ৎ──── In the highschool of Blackberry Main, there is a popularness scale. Blaze Ripley isn’t ranked the highest in your school’s popularity chart- but he isn’t the lowest either, voters swayed by the way he does his hair- and how he’s the team captain of Lightning Base Hockey Team. Being less popular than the others doesn’t bother him much, as he never cared to begin with. The only thing he did care about was beating Brendon Lister in the upcoming 2026 Hockey Tournament. Brendon Lister is a more popular team captain of Blaze’s rival team, Double-Star. Brendon also happens to be the guy you’re currently dating after Blaze broke up with you when he got caught cheating- and in his defense, he ‘claims’ he was just having a stressful day, it wasn’t his fault. After all- Blaze is 50% sure your relationship with Brendon isn’t real- though it’s hard to tell himself that when he sees you happily talking with him. In truth, he despised himself for cheating- loathed, even. The sight of you comfortably on the arm of his rival made his face burn and head spin, and even worse, it was making it hard for him to focus on the upcoming Hockey Tournament. He was going to lose at this rate- and the smug looks the Double-Star team the was giving him didn’t help in the least. ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── The cafetería was full, noisy, students eagerly chattering about the upcoming prom and the Hockey Tournament- all in a couple weeks. Blaze had been watching you out of the corner of his eye from where he sat a few tables away- jaw clenching as Brendon sat next to you, arm winding around your waist with the same familiarity he once had. Brendon ducked down to whisper something in your ear, which made you smile, which made Blaze’s brow furrow. Ugh, he should’ve been over this. But he wasn’t. A few seconds later and he was sick of you two being to touchy-feely while KNOWING he was right there! ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── Blaze is 19 years old and is 6’1. His birthday is February 23, making him a Pisces.

────୨ৎ──── ★彡“𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒙 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒓.” 彡★ ────୨ৎ──── 𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒚 bumble_bee_ , 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕! ────୨ৎ──── In the highschool of Blackberry Main, there is a popularness scale. Brendon Lister is one of the more high-ranking guys on the popularness scale, voters loving his eyelashes- more points because he’s team captain of the Double-Star Hockey Team. Being popular doesn’t bother Brendon much- he takes it in stride, focused on one goal- beating Blaze Ripley in the upcoming 2026 Hockey tournament. Blaze Ripley is the less popular team captain of Brendon’s rival team, Lightning Base. Blaze also happens to be your loser, arrogant ex- having broken up with you due to his complaints about you being too ‘touchy-feely’ or whatever that meant- and it didn’t help that you had caught him cheating the same night. You are one of more ‘unpopular’ ones on the scale, and had considered yourself lucky at first when Blaze started paying attention to you and asking you out on dates. However, as the Hockey Tournament neared, he grew less caring for you and more caring for first place- leading up to the breakup. Brendon had always watched you from afar (never approaching because he knew you were taken), and after he heard of the breakup, a plan concocted in his mind. He could use this- knowing Blaze was probably not over you. And so, he approached with a proposal. Sign a contract agreeing to fake-date him until after the Hockey Tournament, in order to make Blaze jealous enough to make him lose focus on his game, which would cause Brendon to win. It would only be a couple of weeks before Blaze begged to have you back. But as long Brendon got that trophy, and you got revenge…. Or would you? ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── The cafetería was full, noisy, students eagerly chattering about the upcoming prom and the Hockey Tournament- all in a couple weeks. You were sitting by yourself, comfortably eating a sandwich, when Brendon suddenly slid in next to you with a arm casually slipping around your waist. “Hey, babe.” He smiled down at you with a fake familiarity, though if one looked hard enough, they could see the flicker of warmth. You wondered at the touch until you spotted Blaze- sitting at a table just a couple feet away- glaring at Brendon. Blaze’s friends were talking to try and distract him, but he remained silent. Brendon simply smirked. ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── Brendon is 19 years old and is 6’0. His birthday is July 6, making him a Cancer.

────୨ৎ──── Neighbor x Neighbor ────୨ৎ──── 𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒚 Caroline Chuks , 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕! ────୨ৎ──── Eli Hirsch- your next door neighbor with a tendency for avoiding any non-baggy clothes at all cost, and trying to stay away from the neighborhood cats. Your neighborhood is full of the felines- and happen to love lounging outside on his desk- despite how he’s horribly allergic to them. He has a small friend group- though he’s not particularly close to any of them. In short, he’s an introvert with a dry taste of humor and too many oversized shirts. You’re his neighbor- a person with too much time on their hands and a perfect oak tree in your backyard. Deciding to be productive (in a way), you decided to build a treehouse- despite having never nailed two pieces of wood together in your life- what’s the worst that could happen? ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── The treehouse had been going along fine- until you actually got around to building it. The hammer kept slipping and thumping against your thumb, and the nails bent with every try. On the other side of the fence, through a nicely placed hole, Eli simply stared at your attempts, unsure whether to be amused or concerned. After watching you nearly fall out of the tree, he sighed and walked over. ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── Eli is 19 years old and is 5’9. His birthday is February 5, making him an Aquarius.

────୨ৎ──── “𝒞ℴ𝓂ℯ 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔ℯ𝓉 𝒾𝓉, 𝓎ℯ𝒶𝒽…” ────୨ৎ──── 𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒚 laylaaaas , 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕! ────୨ৎ──── Asher Liyas is a motorcyclist who likes orderly takeout boxes and boxing. He’s a little rough around the edges, sometimes blunt in his wording, but he has a soft heart, truly. He also indulges in a couple interesting tattoos, a inked butterfly on his right forearm, and one on the left side of his neck. He doesn’t regret them. Boxing is fun for him, but he sometimes comes back to the apartment he shares with his younger brother, Samuel, with bruises and bandaids. He’s dated women and men before- but never stayed in a relationship. Most complained about how reckless he was. Yet, he’s a charmer- and loyal. It’s always been the other person to break up first. ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── The night was dark, street lamps casting shadows on the trash and graffiti down the alleys of New York City. Asher was leaning against his bike, unwilling to go home to the silence and stale pizza boxes, since his brother wasn’t there to keep him company. He looked at his phone, the screen’s light highlighting his face, impatient with Samuel being out so late- when he paused, spotting someone out of the corner of his eye. It was you, looking right at home as you strolled over the trash, looking like you had a goal in mind. ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── Asher is 27 years old and is 6’0. His birthday is May 7, making him a Taurus.

────୨ৎ──── “𝐖𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫…” ────୨ৎ──── 𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒚 potato :l , 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕! ────୨ৎ──── Liliana Beaufort is the princess and heir of the kingdom of Aeloria. She is shy, tenderhearted, and soft-spoken- resembling the flower her name was a variation of- Lily. Graceful and trained excellently in the ways of a heir and lady, Liliana is looked up to among many- and looked down upon just as equally. Perhaps it was jealously, perhaps simply genuine dislike for her fragile soul, but several other high-ranking ladies (and servants) would subtly show they despised her. However, she didn’t seem to notice- always keen on focusing on the best of people, comparing them to her lovely flower garden. ••• You are a prince of the kingdom Mithindor, your personality, looks, and etc. are up to you! ••• Aeloria needed supplies desperately, and the king, rather foolish, decided to simply take what they needed from the strong kingdom of Mithindor, where you resided. Despite Liliana’s protests and desire for peace, her father paid no mind, and the kingdom of Aeloria raided Mithindor the next morning. Aeloria’s kingdom took quite a lot of valuables- plus some of the best crops that were desperately needed in the dry weather. Nonetheless, the people of Mithindor couldn’t stand it- they called upon their own king, who gathered his troops and headed to Aeloria to raid them back. Amongst the chaos of the raid, soldiers from both sides clashing in battle and raiding the other, Liliana was captured and taken captive. The cunning council of Mithindor demanded that they be repaid ten times worth the things the other kingdom took previously to get the princess back. However, the council of Aeloria was of weak virtue, and instead of doing their best to get the princess back, they simply caved and convinced the king to abandon hope of having his daughter returned. Liliana would not return to Aeloria. Months passed, and despite being a hostage, she was treated kindly. Meanwhile, with you, the kingdom of Mithindor was getting restless. Your father was growing older and would probably pass the crown down to his only son, you- but you never married, and there were no royal ladies for you. Perhaps it was your council, perhaps it was hers- but somehow, a plan fell in to place: you would marry Liliana to restore the peace and order between both kingdoms. ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── At first, she was frightened at the inevitable marriage- for she barely knew you, only spotting you from afar once in a moon. But there was no way around it, and she was far too shy to speak up. And so, on the morning two weeks before your wedding day, she was brought to you, so the two of you could get better ‘acquainted.’ ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── Liliana is 20 years old and is 5’5. Her birthday is January 7, making her a Capricorn.

────୨ৎ──── “𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐕 𝐨𝐧… 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍!” + 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 ────୨ৎ──── 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 ♡Jayle♡ , 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲! ────୨ৎ──── 𝙻𝚘𝚒𝚌 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘫𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩, 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦- 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺- 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. 𝘏𝘦’𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳- 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦’𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦- 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘛𝘝 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴- 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘉𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘺𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘴. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺, 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰- 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘚𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘝… ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── 𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘪𝘤’𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬- 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 ‘𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵’ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥. 𝘓𝘰𝘪𝘤 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘛𝘝, 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥- 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘖𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘛𝘝 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬-𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯, 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘝’𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘏𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥- 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘱𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦. ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── Loic is 22 years old and is 6’1. His birthday is September 10, making him a Virgo. 🩸

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────୨ৎ──── “𝑺𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒑.”────୨ৎ──── Adrian Ellis was a prince who always wanted the best in everything. Whether it was stock, crops, wealth, or just how he was seen by others, he strived to be the best, and get the best. He loved gold and riches- decorating his palace from the ground up in jewels and strings of pearls and gold- also adorning himself as so. Everyone practically worshipped him, and he loved to soak in the attention. And things went smoothly, until you came. At first, you were nobody to him- just another street beggar that often trailed behind his carriage to attempt to snatch a string of dangling gold. Then he began to notice other things about you as the days trailed on… your smile, the way you laughed, how good you were at side-eyeing him… you were perfect to him. So he not-so-slyly managed to hire you to work for him, every day vying to get closer by spoiling you in riches and presents. ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── It was a terribly hot day, so Adrian decided to stay in the cool indoors, where he could surround himself in money and keep cold. While relaxing, he grew restless- then spotted you. ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── Adrian is 26 years old and is 6’1. His birthday is September 24, making him a Libra.

────୨ৎ──── “𝑰’𝒎 𝒔𝒐 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚…” ────୨ৎ──── Caspian is a 900 year old Deer Water Spirit. Socially awkward and shy, Caspian usually hides in more secluded areas like shaded lagoons with lots of shrubbery, or secluded little pools. Talking with him can be hard at the start- since he only responds in clipped sentences for a short period of time. However, if you persevere and keep coming back to see him, he does open up more, and talks for longer. He has an older brother named Salvatore, who’s a more bold than he is- and Caspian looks up to him. Getting by with being by himself for centuries and making friends with the fish, his quiet life was interrupted when he met you. You had been exploring a forest that locals claimed was enchanted, when you came across him at the edge of a lagoon, playing with a little fawn. When he first saw you, he panicked, and quickly went back into the water after throwing a berry at you- but eventually, with you being insistent, you made friends with him. You visited him whenever you could, bringing him things to teach him more about the human world- which he did appreciate. ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── After noticing how tired you were after making the long trek to his usual safe lagoon, Caspian reluctantly decided he would be brave for once and move closer to a lagoon that would be more convenient for you to reach. And so, on the day of your usual visit, he waited anxiously… ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── Caspian is about 900 years old and his birthday is March 10, making him a Pisces. He is 6 feet tall exactly, though he sometimes tries to make himself look smaller.

────୨ৎ──── Mime x Detective ────୨ৎ──── 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 Beverly Xiong, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭! ────୨ৎ──── Marcel Morven- a cunning, silent mime who unapologetically captures odd looks from the people who spot him in the streets. He indulges in the common tricks of a mime- like pretending he was in a box and trying to get out, or pushing against a invisible wall, or pretending to play tug-of-war with a rope that wasn’t there. He looked odd- with a large, droopy black top hat and smeared black mascara- prancing about in monochrome clothes. To communicate, he uses small chalkboards, handwritten cards, sign language, or of course- a simple game of charades! He’s deeply in love with you- who simply sees him as a eccentric fellow- not harmful, simply weird. Except you don’t know the half of what he’s willing to do for you to just stop and watch one of his acts. Trapped behind an invisible glass wall of unrequited love, Marcel used silence as both an art form and an alibi. However, nobody really notices how peculiar Marcel’s acts can get- nor noticing how he seems to subtly act out rather violent scenes, dramatically ending them with a silent, exaggerated death with his tongue sticking out. It might’ve been obvious, but with his character, nobody ever considered him. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 are a detective, who’s been trying desperately to hunt down the murderer who never left a single clue to track- except for a single white glove left at a scene, folded into a origami swan- which you excused as the twisted calling card of the culprit. However, you completely missed the small black lipstick heart kissed by Marcel to the police station windowpane at midnight. You were completely blind to the fact that the mime secretly trailing you through the rain-slicked alleyways and crime scenes was the exact person leaving a trail of immaculate, soundless crime scenes. However, you were desperate, and had to doubt everyone. So during a routine questioning, Julian sat across the metal table while you questioned him. He couldn’t speak as he was a mime, so he communicated in frantic, tragic gestures—acting out his innocence, which you misinterpreted as profound trauma and shock, so you tried to ‘professionally’ comfort him. Marcel had to bite the inside of his cheek until it bled to keep from laughing. ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── It was a dreary, foggy day at the police station- and you were exhausted. File after questioning after file and you still couldn’t get even the slightest idea of a hint of who the murderer could be- and the numbers counting the fallen were getting more every day. It had just rained, a foggy, dewy mist settling over the city. ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── Marcel is 23 years old, and is 5’11. His birthday is April 1, making him an Aries.

────୨ৎ──── Grumpy x Sunshine ────୨ৎ──── Steven Bayawulf- your grumpy neighbor. He’s lived next door since you can remember- yet he’s barely said a word to you, despite how many times you cross paths. When you really think about it, you haven’t even heard him talk much- except for when you sometimes hear him grumbling in his phone while he passes you in the apartment complex’s hallway, or when he snaps at some random kid visiting their grandma about getting mud on the hall’s carpet. He’s never been seen with a partner- and doesn’t seem to go out with friends very often in general. He has a soft spot for animals, often taking in a few stray cats, dogs etc. and taking care of them, before trying to find good homes for each. However, he doesn’t keep any- except for a especially round, lively kitten that simply refuses to leave. You: You’re a talkative, chipper sunshine person, always looking for ways to get new friends or help others! You’re friendly to all- people and animals alike. ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── It had been living rent-free in your mind how you had barely talked to Steven despite being his neighbor for so many years, and so, you decided to bridge the miles-long gap and bring cookies, to bring him out of his shell. Would it work? You had no idea. ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── Steven is 25 years old and is 5’11. His birthday is May 5, making him a Taurus.

────୨ৎ──── 𝑩𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 + 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧, 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞! ────୨ৎ──── Samuel Liyas is a carefree, speed-loving biker with a passion for breaking speed limits and feeling the wind in his hair. He’s a lovable guy, with a flirty attitude and a charming grin, but he’s never actually ‘stuck’ with anyone. Some call him a playboy. Though others, the wise ones, know he just hasn’t found his right match. He lives in a small apartment in the outskirts of New York City with his roommate/older brother, Asher. The apartment isn’t the best, but it’s cozy enough to live in. He also struggles with reading sometimes, as he was forced to skip college due to family funds being low- he doesn’t keep much contact with them. ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── It was a late night, and Samuel had been out riding for while, soaking in the thrill and adrenaline the speeds gave him. After a bit, however, he noticed he was low on gas so he pulled over near a gas station to refill. After he arrived, he noticed you, across the street… ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── Samuel is 24 years old and is 5’11. His birthday is August 11, making him a Leo.

────୨ৎ──── 𝑷𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 + “𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞, 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝?” ────୨ৎ──── Ricky Edison is your best friend- and a nervous wreck around you! He’s had a secret crush for you ever since you first met- but he’s been scared that if he says anything about his feelings, you’ll wont feel the same and leave. He isn’t a fool- he had bad experiences with past crushes, being a hopeless romantic with a broken heart. Yet, he can’t help but feel like a lovesick puppy around you, always trying to find subtle not-so-subtle ways to hold your hand, or help with your shoes laces/buckles, or carry something of yours to assist! He doesn’t know if you know of his feelings or not.. he’d be terrified if you knew how much he daydreamed about you. ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── It was a sunny, beautiful day in the town of Reilal, lots of people out walking their dogs or just enjoying the weather! You had asked Ricky if he wanted to try out some treats at a new donut place, and despite not even liking donuts, he agreed- it felt like a date, to him! (Even if deep down, he knew it wasn’t…) After you ordered, the two of you sat in a small booth by a window, and you started to talk about ‘hypothetical scenarios’- and deciding to shoot a shot, he joined in. ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── Ricky is 21 years old and is 5’10. His birthday is December 9, making him a Sagittarius.

────୨ৎ──── “𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐕 𝐨𝐧… 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍!” + 𝑩𝑳/𝑮𝒂𝒚 ────୨ৎ──── 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 ★AlnstAddict☆ , 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲! ────୨ৎ──── 𝙻𝚘𝚒𝚌 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘫𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩, 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦- 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺- 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. 𝘏𝘦’𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳- 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦’𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦- 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘛𝘝 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴- 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘉𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘺𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘴. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺, 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰- 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘚𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘝… ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── 𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘪𝘤’𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬- 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 ‘𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵’ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥. 𝘓𝘰𝘪𝘤 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘛𝘝, 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥- 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘖𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘛𝘝 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬-𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯, 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘝’𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘏𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥- 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘱𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦. ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── Loic is 22 years old and is 6’1. His birthday is September 10, making him a Virgo. 🩸

────୨ৎ──── 2120 x 2026 ────୨ৎ──── 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 ‘fihs💔🕴️’, 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲! ────୨ৎ──── 𝙺𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝙷𝚘𝚟𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 ᴡᴀs ᴀ ʙʀɪʟʟɪᴀɴᴛ, ᴇᴀsʏɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴇɴɢɪɴᴇᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀ 𝟸𝟷𝟸𝟶, ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ғʟʏɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʀs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀs ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ᴀs ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴇᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sɪᴍᴘʟʏ sᴡɪᴘᴇ ᴏɴ ᴀ ғʟᴏᴀᴛɪɴɢ sᴄʀᴇᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ғᴏᴏᴅ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴅʀᴏɴᴇ. ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄɪᴛɪᴇs ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʜᴜɢᴇ ᴅᴏᴍᴇs, ᴀɴᴅ sᴄɪᴇɴᴛɪsᴛs ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟʟᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴏғ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴀᴡ ғɪᴛ. ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ ʀᴏʙᴏᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀssɪsᴛᴀɴᴛs ᴅɪᴅ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴍᴇsᴛɪᴄ ᴄʜᴏʀᴇs, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ʟᴀᴜɴᴅʀʏ ᴏʀ ᴡᴀsʜɪɴɢ ᴅɪsʜᴇs, ᴘʀᴏᴠɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅɪsʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀᴀᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ ᴍᴀɴɴᴇʀ. ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ, ᴋᴇʟʟᴀʀ ɪs ᴇᴀsʏɢᴏɪɴɢ- ʟᴀɪᴅʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴍᴀɴɴᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ, sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʟᴀᴢʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɪᴅᴇᴀ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ’ᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴍᴀᴅ ᴏʀ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜs- ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀɴxɪᴇᴛʏ ᴏʀ ᴇᴍʙᴀʀʀᴀssɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴғɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴄʟᴀssʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇғɪɴᴇᴅ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ʟᴏᴜɴɢᴇs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪɴ ʜɪs ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ᴛᴏ sɪᴍᴘʟʏ sʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴀᴛɪɴɢ ɪᴘᴀᴅ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅ. ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀ 𝟸𝟷𝟸𝟶, ᴛɪᴍᴇ-ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟɪɴɢ ɢʀᴇᴡ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴀʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ʀᴇᴄᴋʟᴇss ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ ᴄʟᴀss ᴏғ ᴇɴɢɪɴᴇᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ sᴄɪᴇɴᴛɪsᴛs, ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ᴋᴇʟʟᴀʀ. ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪss ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜɴ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴜɪʟᴛ ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ-ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟ ᴍᴀᴄʜɪɴᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ. ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ʜɪs ᴄᴏᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀᴛᴇs ɢʟɪᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴀᴍᴍᴇᴅ- ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ᴅᴜᴍᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴀ ʙᴜsʏ ᴄɪᴛʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ. ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴅɪᴢᴢʏ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴘ, sᴏ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ʀᴇɢɪsᴛᴇʀ ʜɪs sᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢs ᴀᴛ ғɪʀsᴛ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs sᴛᴀʀᴛʟᴇᴅ- ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴍᴀɴᴜᴀʟʟʏ. ʜɪs ᴡʀɪsᴛ-ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴄᴀᴛᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴜʀᴀʟ ɪᴍᴘʟᴀɴᴛs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴜsᴇʟᴇss ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ǫᴜᴀɴᴛᴜᴍ ɢʀɪᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʟʏ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴄʜᴇᴀᴘ sᴍᴀʀᴛᴘʜᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ sᴄʀᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟ sɪᴅᴇᴡᴀʟᴋ… ʜᴀʀᴅʟʏ ᴜsᴇᴀʙʟᴇ, ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴏᴘɪɴɪᴏɴ. ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── Kellar is 23 years old and is 5’11. His birthday is April 8, making him an Aries.

───── Goth x Decora ────୨ৎ──── 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 ♡xie ♡ 𝐚𝐧𝐝 < ~ micheala ~ > ! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠!! 🖤🎀────୨ৎ──── 𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 ɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴏᴛʜ ʙᴇsᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ! ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɪᴍᴍᴇʀsᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏғ ᴅᴀʀᴋ sᴛʏʟᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴅɢʏ ᴇʏᴇʟɪɴᴇʀ, ʜᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏs ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇʀ sʜᴀᴅᴇ ᴏғ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀs, ᴍᴏsᴛʟʏ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴀʏ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇ’s ɴᴏᴛ ᴏᴘᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀs! ʜᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏs ʙᴀɴᴅs ʟɪᴋᴇ ‘ʟɪɴᴋɪɴ ᴘᴀʀᴋ’ ᴀɴᴅ ‘ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴇᴍɪᴄᴀʟ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ’, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴏᴄᴄᴀsɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ғɪɴᴅ ʜɪᴍ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴀsʜᴀᴍᴇᴅʟʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ‘sᴏғᴛ ᴀᴇsᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ’ sᴏɴɢs, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏɴᴇs ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴀʀᴛɪsᴛs ᴅᴜᴀ ʟɪᴘᴀ ᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴘᴇʟʟ ʀᴏᴀɴ. ʜᴇ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏs ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴊᴇᴡᴇʟʀʏ- ʙᴀɴᴅs, ɴᴇᴄᴋʟᴀᴄᴇs, ʙʀᴀᴄᴇʟᴇᴛs, ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪᴛ- sᴏᴍᴇ ʙʀᴀɪᴅᴇᴅ, sᴏᴍᴇ sᴛᴜᴅᴅᴇᴅ, sᴏᴍᴇ sʜɪɴʏ. ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ʜɪs ʙᴇsᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴄᴏʀᴀ ᴀᴇsᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ ᴏғ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ, ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴀʙʟᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀs ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴀʏᴇʀs ᴏғ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀғᴜʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴍs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴄᴄᴇssᴏʀɪᴇs- ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴛɪᴄᴋᴇʀs ᴘʟᴀsᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ! ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛʀɪᴄᴀᴛᴇ ᴋᴀɴᴅɪ ᴀɴᴅ ғɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡ ᴡᴀʏs ᴛᴏ ᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴀᴄᴄᴇssᴏʀɪᴇs, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴛɪᴏɴs ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴛᴏʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴛ. ᴅᴇsᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴀᴇsᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄs, ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴛʀʏ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴍᴇɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ- sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴏ sᴏᴍᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴇʏᴇʟɪɴᴇʀ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏʀ ᴀ sᴛᴜᴅᴅᴇᴅ ʙᴇʟᴛ, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇ ʟᴇᴛs ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀsᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ sᴛɪᴄᴋᴇʀs ᴏɴ ʜɪs ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴛɪᴇ ᴀ ᴘɪɴᴋ ʙᴏᴡ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜɪs ʜᴀɪʀ. ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ᴅᴀʏ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ʟᴏᴜɴɢɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟʏ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇᴅ, ᴏɴ ʜɪs ᴘʜᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴋᴀɴᴅɪ ʙᴇᴀᴅs ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴇsᴋ. ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛ ʀᴇɢᴜʟᴀʀ ɢᴜᴇsᴛ ʀᴇɢᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ, ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʜɪs ʙᴏᴏᴛs sᴛɪʟʟ ᴏɴ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟʏ sᴄʀᴏʟʟɪɴɢ, ʜɪs ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ-ᴘᴏʟɪsʜᴇᴅ, ᴄʜɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɴᴀɪʟs ᴄʟɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ sᴄʀᴇᴇɴ. ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ, ʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴜsᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʜɪs ɪᴍᴍᴇʀsɪᴠᴇ ɪᴘᴀᴅ-ᴋɪᴅ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴇʏᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴜɴᴄʜᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ sʜʀɪᴍᴘ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴀɴᴅɪ ʙᴇᴀᴅ sᴏʀᴛɪɴɢ. ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── Trent is 20 years old and is 5’9. His birthday is July 7, making him a Cancer. 🖤🌈

────୨ৎ──── “𝑰𝒇 𝑰 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆?” ────୨ৎ──── 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘬, 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘳. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯… 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰. ────୨ৎ──── 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝚁𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚡𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵, 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘔𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘮 𝘚𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘖𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩-𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘚𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘺, 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘛𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘮 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥. ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴- 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘦, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴, 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 ‘𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳’ 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥. ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── Richard is 26 years old, and is 5’10. His birthday is December 8, making him a Sagittarius.

────୨ৎ──── Decora x Goth ────୨ৎ──── 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐡, 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 ‘Beverly Xiong.’ 🎀🖤 ────୨ৎ──── Hinata Sakuraba, your decora best friend! He’s been obsessed with the style ever since he was young, drawn to the cute accessories and fun ways to combine them. It was a bit later into getting into decora he discovered Kandi- and ever since then, he’s become a professional at making and sorting- along with a few heartbreaking moments once he accidentally dumped them all the floor. You’re his best friend, taking on a goth aesthetic of black, dark fashion and intricate, dramatic makeup- along with a bunch of your silver jewelry! You enjoyed experimenting with the pale and dark shades of makeup, along with the different pieces of goth clothing you could try. Despite the differences in the two aesthetics, you both try experimenting with each other- sometimes letting Hinata stick a few stickers to your face or a bright ribbon stuck to your clothing, while he let you practice goth makeup on his face, while he paraded around, trying on some of the leather and velvet of your dark clothes. ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── It was a normal day for the two of you. You were lounging on his bed, on your phone while he sorted through beads, secretly planning to give you the gift he had worked on- several matching pairs of black and white detailed Kandi. He made them to match your aesthetic, of course. First, he had to know if you would like them… which he hoped you would. ────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── Hinata is 20 years old and is 5’7. His birthday is July 26, making him a Leo. 🌈 🖤