Posts by mcnugget

[align=left][size=16pt]I USED TO RULE THE WORLD
[align=right][color=black][size=16pt][font=georgia]SEAS WOULD RISE WHEN I GAVE THE WORD
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[font=georgia][color=black]❝ Quote Here ! ❞

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px][hr][hr][justify][sub][color=black]NAME → answer here

NICKNAME(S) → answer here

GENDER → answer here

AGE → answer here

HEIGHT/WEIGHT → answer here

BODY MODIFICATIONS → answer here

DISEASE → answer here

POWERS → answer here
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[align=left][color=white][size=16pt][font=georgia]NOW IN THE MORNING I SLEEP ALONE
[align=right][color=black][size=16pt][font=georgia]SWEEP THE STREETS I USED TO OWN
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px][hr][hr][justify][color=black][sub]DEFINING TRAITS → answer here

PERSONALITY → answer here

HISTORY → answer here

FLAWS → answer here

STRENGTHS → answer here

THEME SONGS → answer here
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[align=left][color=white][size=16pt][font=georgia]I USED TO ROLL THE DICE
[align=right][color=black][size=16pt][font=georgia]FEEL THE FEAR IN MY ENEMY'S EYES
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px][hr][hr][justify][color=black][sub]SEXUALITY → answer here

TURN ONS → answer here

TURN OFFS → answer here

LOVE INTEREST → answer here
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[align=left][color=white][size=16pt][font=georgia]ONE MINUTE I HELD THE KEY
[align=right][color=black][size=16pt][font=georgia]NEXT THE WALLS WERE CLOSED ON ME
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px][hr][hr][justify][color=black][sub]YOUR NICKNAME(S) → answer here

MUSE LEVEL → answer here

ACTIVITY LEVEL → answer here

OTHER → answer here

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[align=left][color=white][size=16pt][font=georgia]AND I DISCOVERED THAT MY CASTLES STAND
[align=right][color=black][size=16pt][font=georgia]UPON PILLARS OF SAND, PILLARS OF SAND

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[size=6pt]★ trek

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[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:auto;font-family: georgia;font-size:20px;letter-spacing:-1px;line-height:24px;text-align:left;color:black][b] NORMAN BABCOCK[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:400px;font-family:arial;text-align:justify;line-height:13px;margin-top:-10px;color:black](N.) a lengthy, ling-limbed tom cat with thin white fur that has a pinkish tint to it due to fact his skin is slightly visible through his pale pelt. his large luminaries are a ghostly, fogged baby blue that make him appear to be a bit blind, but his large ears assure others he couldn't possibly be deaf. on the snow-white coat that clings to his sickly frame, there is a single patch of black fur that crowns his head, invading his forehead as well. he is currently a loner who commonly spends his time chatting with spirits, as he doesn't have many living friends.

His eyes resemble lakes of jagged ice, chilling but alluring. You want to jump in despite the inherent risk of getting trapped under the surface and drowning. Breathing in the water with empty lungs, ready to take all of it in with one simple inhale. You want to drown in those blue hues, because surely that’d be the best way to go.

Your name is Dave Strider and you are infatuated with your best friend.

John Egbert is a asshole, you tell yourself to attempt to focus your feelings on someone else, but it doesn’t quite seem to work. He’s got you caught in his wave pool of emotions and actions, and no matter how hard you swim and struggle you’re constantly getting sucked under or pulled farther away from the shore. Your lungs are close to full capacity, yet land seems so far at this point. Your limbs burn; scream for you to stop trying to stay afloat, but you can’t. If you do, you drown, and he’ll know what runs through your mind whenever you see him.

“I’m not gay,” He lets you know for the twentieth time as his fingertips trace over pale skin in sections of your body not even the freckles that litter your skin seem to reach. John let’s you know this whenever he can, in all sorts of tones while he does all sorts of things. He stares at you with those big blue optics, swimming with emotions never released but are begging to be; begging like you do for him, when you plead for him to stay the night, ask him for a little more attention. He tells you then, he never forgets to add it in somewhere, and you know just to nod and do what you do best; keep your emotions compressed.

((might finish?? who knows))

Nimble fingers trace their way between and over freckles, connecting some on the milky canvas while others remained detached. Tanned, soft finger tips were dancing and drawing, leavings goosebumps in their wake, along with subtle shivers from the boy who was currently being examined by observant blue eyes. Chilling eyes like lakes you drown in after the ice cracked, making you fall through into the depths of the water, never to return to dry land, and if you somehow had managed to escape you left with something that'd never leave.

A set of red luminaries stared back at those pale hues, ruby framed by long, golden lashes. Like two pits of lava, bubbling with festering emotions but covered by hardened, black rock to conceal the dangerous things within the scalding liquid rock. Gaze heated enough to kill, yet somehow still scared enough to stun.

To whom these optics belonged could all but be a mystery, for that information only really mattered to the best friends who locked their visionaries in a staring contest to the death it appeared. Windswept black hair dipped over the crystalline hues while flaxen hair was smoothed back on the other, revealing a dappled forehead and crimson visionaries for all to see, a rare sight indeed and only meant for the one who hovered above him; breathless and in a daze of sorts.

Both boys were still, not a single muscle twitching except for the occasional, reluctant blink of an eye when the dryness became to hash on the pretty optics. The brunette was positioned above the blonde, forearms boxing in the other and face hanging right above to the point their noses were almost touching. Harmless pushing and shoving, normal boyhood play and banter, had lead to the compromising situation the two found themselves in now, and the two would've found it familiar if their bodies weren't raging with adolescent hormones. Situations similar to this had arisen time to time, and all were easily settled enough. Simply awkwardly laughing it off, or the rare, needy look that was exchanged between the boys, begging one to be the first to act so the other knew it was okay. So feelings could blossom and grow from the sapling stage it was in, to finally experience sensations and emotions never felt by either or.

The staring contest came to an abrupt end as always, starved blue luminaries being the first to pry themselves away in attempt to terminate what was occurring, despite not really desiring to. Gently, the one heaved a sigh before beginning to say something with an empty laugh, "Hah. I, uh, I gues-" The sentence died in his throat just as fingers curled away from the other's neck, where fingertips previously sketched over freckles, another's hand soon twirling it's digit's into the white fabric of the brunette's shirt.

((also might finish?? ahhhh))