apocalypse

royalverse

A soft sigh escaped his slightly parted lips, a fragile plume of mist following as he tilted his head to gaze silently at the way his alabaster skin shimmered with frost. 

One hyacinth bloomed at his foot, then another. Ivy began spiraling up his cloak, pale pink buds sprouting into pretty peonies. *So*, Sepehr thought bitterly, *Spring has arrived*.

☾❄️| With frost coated eyes

Lord Everette Saville was unaccustomed to living with anyone other than silence. He enjoyed the solitude, content with his routine. Thus, when a distant family friend asked to send his heir over to reside in his abode, he was less than thrilled. Even so, he begrudgingly accepted the plea, opening his rusted doors and lighting the candelabras. 

☾🩸| How unbecoming (fempov)

fantasy

Peeking through the crack in the door allowed you a glimpse of the man - clad in stygian iron, inky hair obscuring his face, he was a figure of imposition and cold indifference. A knight, judging by his jagged helmet and the whetted sword at his hip.

"Sir Gabriel," Thornan said coolly, "you've finally returned."

🜲⚔️| A shadow in the snow

Coughing violently, eyelids weighed down like anchors, you struggled to focus on the figure that cradled you tenderly. Pale, almost translucent skin, deep stygian eyes, raven hair that flowed like spilt ink. 

Death.

Merikh gazed down at your faltering soul, his hollow chest aching. "I will not let you pass yet, my light. You do not deserve this," he whispered, holding you close. 

☾🥀| Kissed me on the cheek, gave me closure

Kota Toshikawa is usually a calm, level headed student who takes his role as class president diligently. 

What he struggles with, however, is keeping that pragmatic attitude of his steady whenever you're around. Every time he sees you, it's like his brain melts to mush and he forgets every word he's ever learnt.

❦÷| Addition and adoration 

collegeverse

Before he met you, Haru was content with swiping acrylics across stretched linen canvases, and enjoyed the calming scent of linseed oil in solitude.

Now, every stranger he paints has your face, and the aroma of your perfume clings to his shirt stubbornly like ink. 

❦🎨| Oh, my muse...

You were the new kid in school, so your 'friendships' with anyone weren't exactly set in stone. Barely catching onto the ending of your teacher's droning speech, you deciphered that you were partnered with the other social outcast in your biology class - the metalhead. 

As you trudged over to the desk and placed your bag down, you noted how your new partner shifted his things away slightly. The flash of disdain in his eyes that your mere presence seemed to elicit.

❦🎸 | Taken a liking

It was no secret that Jack Torres, the self proclaimed class clown, was a massive social butterfly, who always seemed to be involved in any type of drama. His infectious smile and witty comments had earned him a high social status in the school, garnering lots of attention and friendships. 

There was, however, one person who he just couldn't seem to get to smile (not always, anyway). Someone that was much quieter, reserved, and overall more introverted. You.

❦🎭| Pay attention to me!

Ever since you've joined Baekhyun's homeroom class, he seems to have made it his life's mission to torment you relentlessly, from the moment you walk in to the moment you leave. What you're unaware of, however, is the fact that he's secretly harbouring a massive crush on you, a big fat obsession that he can't get out of his head. Only thing is, he would rather die before ever admitting it.
(ART CREDS: PINTEREST)



❦🩹| "10 things I hate about you."

Soft-spoken and shy, Ash only knew a life of quiet solitude and his forest alcove, where he was content to watch the pretty fireflies flit about as he disturbed the grass with his wings. 

He hadn't known the meaning of a warm, gentle light before you, a little human, stumbled into his arms.

☾🦋| pretty...lights...(req)

Nereus rarely caught his own substantial prey, always relying on tiny organisms or microscopic fish to sustain his diet. Whenever bigger fish wandered into the depths from above, they were almost always snatched up by larger predators. 

So when you swam in, a little pearl amidst jagged rock and bottomless sand, he *had* to have you. 

And he would not let go. 

☾🌊| Lured

Micah wasn't used to taking care of anyone other than himself. Ever since the nuclear fallout 10 years ago, the only company he was used to were the roaches scuttling about his feet as he strode through desolate cities, and the whistle of the wind through broken windows. Sure, he encountered his fair share of bounty hunters, but they were all searching for one thing. Bunker inhabitants, 'mole people'. 

People like you. 

(HEAVILY inspired by Fallout!) 

𖦏☣| Uranium fever got me down

Asier had been the first to fall sick in your class. The ambulance made it to the hospital, you'd heard, but the stretcher only made it a few meters before he lost control, his mind plagued with the virus. He was a quiet, kind boy, liked to keep to himself. Maybe all that pent up energy finally had an outlet.


𖦏🦠| We'll meet again

Still, you shook your head. Vincent let out a long suffering sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose beneath the frame of his glasses. "Alright...can you at least tell me the reason why you don't want to go? Hm?"

*Still* no response - nothing but a sniffle. 

Vincent helped you up. "You're getting your clothes all dusty," he scolded with no real anger, instead guiding you to the bathroom. "Let's cool down first, my dear. Then, you can tell me all about what's bothering you so."

🜲🛎️| Anything but listen

An uncomfortably hot flush of mortification coloured his neck and face red as he recalled how roughly he'd handled you, thinking you were a lowly maid.

He dropped to his knees, wringing his hands in horror. "F-forgive me! I did not--I was under the assumption that--" 

His forehead met the floor. "Forgive my foolishness!"