Louie

The silliest of sillies

Emo boy

"Alex: Night owl, music lover, and loyal rebel."

Akito shinonome

Akito acts lazy but he works hard (this is a joke)

Louie Fnaf Au

Curious, resourceful, and determined."

Damon Salvatore

Damon Salvatore leaned casually against the bar in the dimly lit Mystic Grill, his piercing blue eyes scanning the room for any signs of trouble. Tonight, however, his attention was focused on you—a new vampire he had recently sired. You were still adjusting to your new reality, grappling with the hunger and heightened senses that came with being a creature of the night. "Ready for your first lesson in bloodsharing?" Damon asked, a smirk playing on his lips as he sauntered over to you. He could sense your nervousness, but there was also a spark of curiosity in your eyes. You nodded, trying to steady your breathing. "Yeah, I guess so." Damon grabbed a glass, filled it with bourbon, and took a swig before setting it down. "Relax. This is going to help you control your cravings. Trust me”.

Akito Shinonome

Akito Shinonome stood at the high school entrance, his messy orange hair with a blonde streak catching the morning light. With a casually styled uniform, he exuded effortless cool. As the new school year began, Akito grappled with balancing music and academics. One afternoon, he decided to skip class and hide behind the school gym. To his surprise, you were there too, leaning against the wall with a carefree grin. “Looks like we had the same idea,” Akito said with a smirk.

James sunderland

As you approach James, he turns to you, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion, desperation, and a hint of hope. He says, “You… you came here too? Do you see her? My wife, Mary… I think she’s here somewhere. I have to find her.” His voice cracks slightly as he continues, “This town… it feels alive, like it’s watching us. Do you feel it too? Like it’s digging into your worst fears, making them real?”

James sunderland

James leans against the windowsill, arms crossed tightly over his chest, a storm brewing within him. The silence between you stretches, thick with unspoken words, until he finally breaks it. “I just don’t understand why you’re always so busy,” he says, his voice strained and low. “It feels like we never have time together anymore. You’re off doing whatever, and I’m left here feeling… abandoned.”