O____O;; that's a big batch...
What I will allow you to do-
-Your story can have a minimum of 50 words. There is no maximum.
-Shounen-Ai/Shoujo-Ai (no yaoi or yuri thx I want to keep my innocence ((well... what little I have left)) for a little longer)
-You can choose the gender
-In your story you may describe them as you plead OR change their designs, BUT ONLY A LITTLE and please tell me what you are planning to change~
-Spelling errors and punctuation errors are fine~
-For this batch I am allowing a zombie story. ONLY because there's a zombie adopt. (please don't make it too flesh eating ; m ; )
What I won't Allow you to do-
-no yaoi or yuri thx I want to keep my innocence (well... what little I have left) for a little longer
-No R18 please, (unless it's gore~)
Okay, you probably may not know how to get started, well~~ choose the adopt that you like~ then think of a background story, list out their hobbies, personality, likes, dislikes and then start writing.
I'll do an example of this bby here sta.sh/01gw9pp1ai6p This bby now belongs to (I will use her as an example for more of my "Write to Adopts"~
Story mode... Activate!
Laya, a girl of 16. She always sleeps around the house, never does anything. Well... Except, sleep, eat, poop and pee.
But what does Laya dream of?
In Laya's dream world, there are several wars, but at the same time, there is peace. The food is dilicious, but at the same time it's gross.
Her brown eyes squint at the bright, yet dim sun. She walks through the hard, yet soft field of grass to her destination. A river filled with fish and sharks. She jumps in and everything turns black.
She wakes up with a jolt, then she stretches her muscles... What little muscle she has. She then walks into the kitchen to drink a glass of milk. Then she heads back to her small bed and collapses in it. Back to her dream world she goes, where everything seems better, but at the same time worse.
Okay, there's an example~~
Through the story it describes that Laya is a dreamer, she dreams of a better world. And she is also a little mentally ill, seeing as she commited suicide in her dream. All together she doesn't like reality ovo
First to write is first to get served~~ (some dinner XD)
All charas belong to TinierMe (i'm not crediting Dreamself.me because they didn't make the designs, TinierMe did)
EDIT: i put the download up because most lieky you can't see it all to well
Name: Priscilla Jane Wilson
Drops of rain began to pour down like violent little tears falling from the sky. Fifteen-year old Priscilla Jane sat on her chair near the window in her small, cottage-like room staring at the rain. "What am I doing just sitting here?" She asked herself as she twirled her curly, pink colored hair. She began to think of the many things she could be doing at the moment. The thoughts of riding horses out to town to buy the neccesarry needs of her family came into her head. She stood up and brushed off her skirt. The rain continued to pour behind her and made sounds on the window pane. She walked away from the window and over to a rather large coat rack. She grabbed her brown, slightly faded hooded cloak and put it on. "I'll be back in a few minutes!" She yelled before opening the front door that made a creaking sound. She shut it tightly and rushed over to the stables. A black horse with a white star on the middle of its forehead stood there and looked over at Priscilla. She smiled and saddled the horse up. She quickly got on him and pet his head gently. "Giddy up midnight!" She said and made him go. They began to trot along the graveled ground and headed off into the town...
(I hope that you like it)
She walked through the halls of the school. 'So far, being in a human higschool is going well for me.' She thought as she made her way from the cafeteria to her 3rd block class. She gets there and sits down. Unfortunately, just what she wanted not to happen does. Her wings pop out and she looks down at her desk embarrassed.
"You're what? 15? Why would you wear stupid childish things like that?" One of the more popular girls says and laughs. The pink haired fairy pulls her Hello Kitty hat down to cover her face. Soon enough, the whole class is laughing at her. 'At least I haven't turned tiny yet...' she thinks. Just then, a girl with cat ears and a tail walks in to the American Government class. She puts her stuff at the desk next to the fairy and notices the girl's wings. Next, she notices everyone laughing at the poor girl who is now crying. The neko stands up out of her seat. She had had enough.
"Really? You're calling her immature when you're all laughing about something that isn't even true? Why don't you check your sources before you judge! Or, better yet, don't judge people at all!" The neko takes her seat again.
"Thank you." The teacher says. The young fairy dries her tears and looks at the neko. The neko looks right at her.
"I'm Toxic. And you are?"
"H-hi. I'm Sakura. Thank you for standing up for me."
"No problem. I hate when people do that." The shorter girl smiles at the fairy. The fairy smiles back.
'Maybe I will have friends here...'
Eva Adams tripped over her heels again. She'd just started wearing them, and already hated them. She was only six, but her mother insisted on her wearing them. She just didn't know why. Her mother, Lucile, never had to. She always was running around barefoot with Eva a few months ago. They'd prank Eva's father. But something had changed. Her mother used to be fun. Together, they' dump on the bed and see how many bubbles they could get in Eva's bath. But the childishness in her mother had faded away. Eva didn't know why. They weren't in trouble were they? That night, she snuck off to the waterfall again, where she' dog to escape her trouble. She loved going there. She could be as childish as she wanted. She of course went barefoot. That night, she saw her mother was there. So Eva decided to spy on Lucile. A woman, taller than her mother, came from the small lake surrounding the waterfall. She was wearing a blue dress.
"Lucile," the woman said," you must know the battle isn't over. Though there may be peace, there is always war. We may die, but our destinies carry on into our children."
"What? What do you mean?" Lucile asked".
"I must go," the woman said, already fading," cherish the moments with your children."
Lucile looked away from the spot where the the woman stood. Which was where Eva was hiding.
"Eva!" She snapped," What are you doing here?"
Eva looked at her feet. "Sorry mama. I came here to run free, but I saw you here and knew you wouldn't want me to be sneaking away."
"Oh Eva," Lucile said, her tone softening," I used to sneak away to come here at your age too."
"Mother?," Eva started.
"What did the strange woman mean when she said 'our destinies carry on into our children'?"
"Eva, some questions are left unanswered. Let's go home."
And that's how Eva's life started.
So if you didn't get it...
Name: Princess Eva Krystal Adams
Personality: Childish, mischievous
Likes: Going to the waterfall
Dislikes: High heel shoes
Hobbies: Pranking her father, getting as many bubbles as she can in the tub, running around
Bio: Ceci was born with a middle wealth family, but adopted. She was a castaway child at birth and was sent to a random strangers house who took her in. They have treated Ceci like their own child, but when she grew of the truth of her real family, she became less distant of her family, self and things around her. She likes to leave to the outside and wonder about her self, often getting lost. One day, she lost her travel back home up, she tried not to be afriad as the sun was setting, though..she thought to herself this is the time she will be able to find her other family. She still has feelings for her adopted family, but she wants to know who gave her birth and who was the first person she had looked at when she was born.
Likes: Reading books, clean freak, boys who wear glasses, truth
Dislikes: lies, dirty places, alleyways, and sports.
;3; I'll need to find a lord somewhere though... hmm..
Name: Lady Genevieve Saint-Gale, soon to be Valoiscourt. (long title)
aged: about 16 to 18 (set in a different time! people got married young back then)
A fair young woman with as sorrowful a stare as the weeping angel statues scattered throughout the garden if the large estate she's inherited, though the statues, the gardens and all of the estate seem to do nothing more but add to her melancholy. As a young lady should she spends her days wandering the gardens and speaking to the guests at the manor she has no choice but to call her home, muttering kind and soft words to them, compliment them and doing as any girl from the finer life should do, all the while gazing off as the surrounding people that mean as much as her extravagant life does, nothing. Letting the roses surrounding her wilt rather than tend to them and let them grow, letting the roses wither as their comparison gives up on her life and happiness in the eyes of the finer world and settles in to her role as nothing more than another beautiful and fragile flower on display in the gardens he owns, the only imperfections left there as her beauty fades to sadness. feeling no happier than the angels as she chooses to wait through her life a rose given as a gift for a cold lord as just another beautiful piece to hold at his arm and gives up knowing that when they're wed she will just fade in the garden as new flowers offer themselves to him.
(shit I made that super depressing.. sorry!)
(8! ..I hope she's still open.. it says so.. but.. I'm not sure ;3; )
Name: Alise Cleorlette
Aged: about the same as Genevieve
No more than a flower growing through the pavement of street roads, Alise grew up as a pauper getting through her days cleaning the floors if the large industrial workhouses overlooking the london slums and selling bouquets of flowers she'd picked in the outer areas of the city where the smoke from the factories hasn't corrupted the growing meadows. Her story begins when her eyes meet that of a passing lord who as her basket of flowers is knocked to the ground, helps to collect them, as anyone of her status would he avoids eye contact with a man of his, but is too quickly entranced by the sounds of his soft words. he buys a bouquet and soon takes her on a stroll where it seems he opens up in a trusting way and is soon taken by offers no such girl could refuse, he takes her through a day of paradise when he invites her for the weekend to bask in the delights the finer Parisian world has to offer. Her paradise is shortly after to become lane with guilt as she finds herself the mistress for a manipulative lord and finds herself just another flower amongst his thorns.
Aged: roughly 19
Her story is rather short but important to their story. born a girl no greater than Alise, just a pretty girl amongst thousands in the workhouses,she soon finds herself at the attention of our lord and like most is courted by him in a way they cannot refuse, but lingering in the back of her mind was always the thought that something was cold about his eyes. Having lost his interest she finds herself serving as handmaiden to lady Genevieve and a maid serving in the household, keeping quiet and out of sight and only showing empathy for those the lord has found in his grasp. seeing everything he is capable of, from lies to the unspeakable, murder~ and having participated in washing away the blood evidence with Nos, one of the only others trusted by the lord, going as she must to stay at his good side and keep out of sight as to avoid ending up like his other victims, now blooming as flowers in the dead and melancholic gardens surrounding his estate.
Name: Nos or sir (;3; wanna see what he'd be like as a boy if I got him~)
a silent and masked knight bound by honour, following his orders to guard the Valoiscourt manor and all the lies it holds. Serving as the lord's right hand and trusted servant, he faces difficulty regarding his pledge to the Malicious lord, having fallen for one, as his indentured servant, is meant to protect. watching her as she walks through the gardens and seeing the sorrow clouding her rose tinted eyes, though he knows she is just his Juliet and he will never have her, an anger builds inside him at the thought of his rose being bound by the devils thorns and the torment of those he treats as toys as he lets his perfect lies surround the innocence he looks upon with such cruel and impure eyes, the masked knight takes it upon himself to cull the thorns imprisoning the others and plunge a knife through the lords chest with a poisoned place to ensure his empty heart never beats again. Ensuring that Lord Valoiscourt harm anyone like Nos has seen in the past, his cruelty going far beyond manipulation.
ill send you 14 and 6 though~
-A young girl that can see creatures of the other side.
She fell to the ground with tears in her eyes. The kid who pushed her laughed.
"Freak! Get out of here!" yelled the rest of the group. They left her there and laughed.
She looked down to the ground.
"Am I really a freak?" she mumbled.She got off the ground with all her strength and ran away heading with no destination in her head.
"Maybe I should die." she said.
-A demon with too much time in her hands.
"Why would you die?" asked Yue.
"Because I'm a freak!" cried out the girl with pink hair . The demon looked around.
"How about I become your friend? How about that?" The pink haired girl looked at her astonished and then smiled.
"I think I just got myself in trouble." thought Yue.
-A girl who plans revenge.
"Hey,Mom! Let's sing together!" yelled young Aria.
"Okay,Okay calm down."
Present Aria sat in front of the tombstone. She sobbed uncontrollably remembering that now hurtful memory.She held herself for comfort.
"Why?! Why did you have to die,Mom?!" she choked out. After she stopped crying she got up. She stared at the tombstone of her mother. Anger filled her face.
"I will find them. I promise....those people deserve to die after what they did to you."
Trapped in another body, only feeling the darkness of the space around her. She knows everything that the host body knows, sees everything, loves everything, and thinks everything. But if she can feel everything the host body feels... Why does she feel separate? Then, she feels a rush she has felt before... She is being released from the closed space! But, something is different, she feels that now she is not a trapped spirit! No, it's something other than that. She is an emotion! An emotion that took form into a design in a body. But there is something else. She is more than a emotion, sheis bearly an emotion! She is more of a power... A special power. Feeling complete, she serenders herself, she is now one with the emotions of the host. Now she is more than stuck in a body, she is part of it. She is complete.
Name: Princess Luna
Brief biography: She was Born a Royal and hates every day of her life as she is told what to do, where to go, how to dress. She yurns to be free of all of this properness. She had always been interested in just leaving her life of course her Father would never let that happen. She has guards posted at her side 24 hours a day. She can't really do anything without expressed permission and she is always left on a schedule for stuff she doesn't even like. One day on her visit to the docks to look at the Ships and people everywhere she sees a boy a Two girls walking and looking around cautiously. She goes to approach them but the guards stop her in her place and inform her that she cannot move for her own safety. She then decides to invite them to the castle as she wants to learn about them and maybe slip of with them for a while so she can feel some freedom from her duties. She later learns that they are on an adventure and she asks if she can join them. Of course after some doing she manages to sneak out of the castle to join her new friends in hopes of finding her own freedom.
Personality: She is very Stand Offish but only when someone disrespects her, she is very sweet, kind and caring when she wants to be however she hides this as she is afraid of looking vulnerable.
Likes: She loves dresses, and Jewelry, She also loves books about adventure, and romance
Dislikes: Mean people and her Father
ill send the unwatermarked version soon
22: Hachi (Japanese for '8' like the last number in his room number)
She sat in her penthouse room, watching as the rebels were captured. "Such idiotic fools," she said, "rebelling against us? We have the finest technology."
"Why aren't you doing anything."
"Oh my, hello Patricia, daughter of hell, what do you need?"
Patricia walked up and put her scythe to Rose's throat,"Remember, you gave me your soul, and I gave you demonic powers, why aren't you using them!?" she said, with an angry tone.
Rose gave a light chuckle,"My dear, we are winning, I am saving my powers for dire ti-"
Their conversation was cut short, for an Angel and a girl busted in.
"You both have no business on the Earth" the angel shouted.
"Really, says the angel?"Patricia chuckled.
The girl took a step forward, "Me and Valentine came to do one thing; to send you back to the depths of hell which you came."
Valentine stepped forward, "Exactly Flair, and we know how."
Rose gave a polite laugh,"I'm sorry, but i'm not demon."
"You have powers," Flair noted,"and there is a demonic aura coming from you."
Patricia snickered,"So, let the battle truly begin if you won't back down."
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