Yeet. Okay, just a warning: it's going to be PG 14. Right now, I just need as much fluff as possible. Probably a high school romance. I'll explain more if someone joins. Also, I'll move it to limited if you'd like. Oof, and I'd like someone with decent writing skills. No one liners, adds to the plot. Basic stuff.
Hi yes I'd like to join.
Hey! You chill with a cliche romance?
Of course!
Cool! You also okay with GxB?
Yep! I'm game!
Awesome! I'll post the template. You want boy or girl?
Erm, I'm better at writing for girl characters since I have so many of them so I'll be the girl.
Name:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Age:
Appearance:
Tattoo:
Clothing:
Personality:
Power:
Other:
Okay! I'll base my character after yours to ensure fluffiness and stuff. I mean, they'll clash in the right way. I mean- yeah. Idk. Yep okay here you go
Name: Ivy Larson
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Age: 17
Appearance: Forest green eyes, tan skin, coal black hair, and freckles.
Tattoo: She has four tattoos. One on each of her wrists, one on her collarbone, and one on her left ankle. Right Wrist: 'Your story isn't finished', yes she got a Thomas Sanders quote on her skin shut up. Left Wrist: A bi pride flag. Collarbone: She got the same three ravens that Tris did in Divergent. Ankle: A ring of thorns. You'll see why.
Clothing: A grey beanie, black tank top, red and black flannel tied around her waist, black ripped skinny jeans, scuffed up black Converse high tops, and black wire frame glasses.
Personality: Super chill but also really dorky. She's kind of a loner because people think she's a druggie but she doesn't mind. She likes to be alone.
Power: She can manipulate minds and control the elements.
Other: She doesn't smile anlot, at least not a real smile. But the only people that know it's fake are her sisters.
(Oh my gosh yaaasss those tattos tho. Also. Ha the whole tattoos thing was a mistake. No tattoos were needed lol sorry)
Name: Jackson Chance
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 18
Appearance: Brown hair that swoops over his left eye when he's too lazy to sweep it out of the way. His eyes match, but they also have faint golden outlines around them. His frame
Tattoo: He's got none… Ha, sorry for the confusion…
Clothing: He tends to wear a loose hoodie with ripped jeans and a plain t-shirt beneath it. Plain, black Converse shoes. When it's cold, he'll wear a black beanie.
Personality: He's a star nerd. Like, a lot. If he can't see the stars, he's talking about them or about the millions of other random facts he knows. His smile brightens to the light of the stars when he does. He can be outgoing and friendly if he feels he should be.
Power: He can fly, which he absolutely loves. However, he can also hear thoughts when they are considered loud in someone's head. He hates this.
Other: He grew up under a roof with a small family, a mother (Grace) and a sister (Amelia, 7 years old). His father left when he was four years old, so he grew up without him. Grace still struggles which left Jackson to support the entire family. Until about a month ago when Grace decided to start dating again. Jackson hasn't met him (yet cough cough). Ummmmmidkslalcjsiad. I believe that's it.
He ok?
Oh, and do we want to start first day of school?
Yeah sounds good!
(Oh my gosh yaaasss those tattos tho. Also. Ha the whole tattoos thing was a mistake. No tattoos were needed lol sorry)
Name: Jackson Chance
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 18
Appearance: Brown hair that swoops over his left eye when he's too lazy to sweep it out of the way. His eyes match, but they also have faint golden outlines around them. His frame
Tattoo: He's got none… Ha, sorry for the confusion…
Clothing: He tends to wear a loose hoodie with ripped jeans and a plain t-shirt beneath it. Plain, black Converse shoes. When it's cold, he'll wear a black beanie.
Personality: He's a star nerd. Like, a lot. If he can't see the stars, he's talking about them or about the millions of other random facts he knows. His smile brightens to the light of the stars when he does. He can be outgoing and friendly if he feels he should be.
Power: He can fly, which he absolutely loves. However, he can also hear thoughts when they are considered loud in someone's head. He hates this.
Other: He grew up under a roof with a small family, a mother (Grace) and a sister (Amelia, 7 years old). His father left when he was four years old, so he grew up without him. Grace still struggles which left Jackson to support the entire family. Until about a month ago when Grace decided to start dating again. Jackson hasn't met him (yet cough cough). Ummmmmidkslalcjsiad. I believe that's it.He ok?
(Haha it's whatever but thanks!)
He fabulous! Love him!
(Yayyyu! Okay! Here we go!)
Jackson watched his mother sit on the couch for a few moments before letting out a sigh. He walked to her and kissed her forehead. "I love you." Silence was her reply. "I'm going to school now." Still nothing. He sighed again, picking up his backpack, and braving the cold splash of wind to his face as he walked to the bus stop. A few strands of hair fell go his face. He took his hands out of his pocket to sweep them back up. I need to get a haircut.
"Senior year!" amy (the most wonderful woman in the world) smiled at her in the mirror. Ivy rolled her eyes, fixing her eyeliner. "Ames!! The bus is here!" Lillian called. "Time to go sis." "Yes I'm aware." Ivy sighed, grabbing her bag and walking onto bus, taking her usual spot near the back, heading to school and getting off as soon as possible.
Jackson got on the bus and took the first a available seat. He sighed and took out his book as they rode. A smile found his face as he read about the millions of stars in the Galaxy.
"Hey, kid, get of the bus!"
His head snapped up. They had come to the school. "I, uh, sorry." He stood, slinging his backpack of his shoulder, and walking down the bus steps.
She readjusted her flannel, her beanie slipping off. But she didn't notice, just kept walking.
Jackson noticed a little further ahead a girl's beanie had slipped off. "Hey, wait!" He moved the backpack strap further up and began to run towards her. "Miss!" He picked up the beanie quickly and ran up to her, tappi g her gently on the shoulder. His lungs searched for air he was too busy to give. "I- uh, umm, your beanie."
She paused and turned, immediate shock overtaking her when she saw him. Why is this cute guy talking to me?? Then she noticed her beanie and took it, putting it back on. "Oh! Thanks."
"Yeah, no problem." He adjusted the strap again. Gosh goodness gracious her eyes. If he had known how cute she was, he probably wouldn't have had the courage to catch up with her. You're staring.
Crap.
He cleared his throat before beginning to walk away. You didn't even catch her name! So smooth you idiot!
"Wait!" She grabbed his wrist without thinking. "I never caught your name." Good excuse to get a second glance at him, I'm proud of myself.
The sudden grasp surprised him and made him jump a little He turned back around, face beginning to turn red. "Oh, uh- Jackson. And yours?" He could still feel the warmth of her hand on his wrist, but he didn't want it to leave.
She smiled a little. "Ivy. Ivy Larson." You're still holding him. She blushed when she realized this and let go of him. "O-Oh, sorry."
(also, when get thoughts are loud, let me know so I can yeet fluff drama)
"It's okay." He took his hand back and gripped his book with both hands. His cheeks seemed to be burning as he stood there just admiring her.
Is this awkward? I can't tell. Idiot idiot idiot.