forum Jus Join wait you can't because this is closed. (closed//stalkers enabled)

Started August 31, 2018 by Deleted user

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Join and I'll offer idea

Rules:

Shipping is a yes please
LGBTQ+ sure
Cussing hella aloud
Grammer and spellsing are good. as well as simple Capitalization. It won't kill you.
If you have to use moan or groan in a sexual manner, take it to a PM with me, and use it there. Think about the children.
NO ONE LINERS

hey mum//

may i join mum?//

(Dusk

Dusk

Dusk.

Imean

I love you, child.

BUt i wanna RP with other people. So

no.

;u;)

scoff im offended

okay im just goning to go dry in the corner/

i will be drying my tears//

drying my tears and making angsty poetry//

i allready started
White flowers, dark sun
People running, people run
White flowers, dark sun
Everybody's lives are done
//

Your shadow licked up over the pentagram as you ducked over it, sweat dripping down your nose and onto the chalk painted concrete. All you had to do was light the candles, and you’d finally do it. You’d summon a demon. Never again would you allow someone to push you around, you had a demon at your expense. Never again shall you fail a test, or have bad luck. Never again… would you be lonely. You wiped the water off of the ground, being cautious. Soon, someone would come bursting in, you knew that. They always interrupted your attempts at summoning your one true friend, yet here you were, grinning, as you stroke a match, and lit the five candles that sparkled on the shape of the star. It was a pretty gray-white color, which told well… Hell that you wanted a more respectable demon.
At first, nothing happened. Then, the lights in the candles blew themselves out, one by one, until it was dark in the room. Your breath caught in your throat. This is exactly what was supposed to happen! You jumped back as the chalk started to scuff as if someone were dancing across it.
“Did… someone finally summon me?” A bright male voice asked behind you.
You jumped hastily to look at the demon you summoned.
He was short, covered in white chalk, as well as painted in black and dressed in blacker clothes. His hair was short and black with a streak of neon green, with dark, coal black eyes. He only seemed to be a young adult, you hazard a guess at twenty-two. He had a bright beam and smelled of singed material.
“You did, didn’t you?”

(I will not be making a template because I already described my character)