[❌ DYNAMIGHT ❌]

I will fite every one of you

[lex]

mark

[bucky.]

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xxUsername: ~Scarlett~
xxName: Rowan
xxGender: Male
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Personality: Dark, tough, hardcore, angry,
kinda emo, aggressive, argumentative, pessimistic,
brutally honest, impulsive, anxious, indecisive,
rarely smiles- and if he does it's more likely an evil smirk,
too stubborn to admit that he's lonely, and very complex.

Likes:
~Cranberries [no reason, he just likes the sour taste]
~Skateboarding [his hobby, thinks it's cool]
~Rock Music [fits his personality]
~Extremely Dark Chocolate, 90% or higher [loves the taste, gives him motivation]
~Boxing [his second favorite hobby, helps him deal with his anger issues]

Dislikes:
~Wednesdays [feels like it's his unlucky day]
~Pasta [hates it with a burning passion for no reason really]
~Dancing [thinks it's stupid]

Hobbies:
~Skateboarding
~Boxing
~Reading Mystery Novels
~Exploring the caves near his home
~Admiring his hair in the mirror

Poem:
The thirst for blood
a servant of the night
a flitting shadow
longing for the dark hours

Silent and swift
poised to spring like a coiled snake
sulking in the pitch black
a venomous gaze, hypnotizing eyes
a sharp, raspy growl

An ancient beast of twilight hours
craving death and destruction
relishing in the taste of revenge
hungering the rush of breaking someone's heart
eager to fulfill it's destiny

It's gaze feels like eels slithering around your ankles
it's dark voice like a death omen
stripes like scars from shadowy enemies
wearing the darkness like an ebony cloak

It's victim chosen
waves of fear coming off it's prey
dark crimson staining the grass, eerily glowing in the moonlight
lifeless, glassy eyes, never to see again
the night creature has killed again

[Paints]

U҉̩̺̤̣͍̩̞̩͘s̛̼̼̠͟ȩ̪͔̖̙̥̙͕ͅr͚̣̭̩͔͎̜͈͡n͉̕͟a̧̛̩̥̰͚͜m͎̙̮͉̲̦͘é͕͈͖͇͙͈̝̩


Pleasureable Paints
N̡͕̝̥͙̕͡a̤̦̱̬͉ͅm̧̨̦̣̙̼͇e͜҉̼


Darko
G̣̱̜̮͕͜͡e̢̱̩̝̭͙͕̞ͅn̶̷҉̟̳͚d̬͇̗̝͇ͅe̫̤̫̠̘͔͖͚̼r̵͏̩͈͈͕


Male
P͡҉̩̟͚͈̣o͇̜̕͜e̡͙m̖̻̝ͅ


A̧̞ ̠͎̘̻̜̲̲̩̕V͉a̛̱͈̙̠͕̥͕̠͞m̨̺͔̬̣̟̮͞ͅp҉̶̻̹͇͖̗̝į̗̻̘̳̀͞r͏̜̦͕͕͍̺̗͈̹e̟̰̩̺̖̯s̵̷̮͔͘ ̷͇̪͡W͙̜̟i͏̙͇̰͈͈̯̪̮̟͜s̺͉̼̤̦̠͙h͕͎̯͚̜͙̭͇͡ͅ

Deep in the night
where creatures dwell,
Owls will hoot
and wolves will prowl

Deep in the woods
Or in a city chamber
Dark creatures crawl out of hiding
and awaken from their slumber

In the dead of the night
at the witching hour
Vampires will roam
and rule the tower

T͡h̶e͘ý ̸s̶ne̸ak̢ i͝nto ́house̡s
and ͝f̢e̸a̵s͢t̴ ͢u͟p̸ǫn b̸loơd
But there is the exception
who would never if he could

Darko the vampire
was of a different kind
For he could not drink blood,
he had a vegetarian mind.

He would get out of hunting
whenever he can
and hide in his coffin
rather than feed on a man

There he would hide
until the night was over
Curled up in a ball
until the time would rollover

Along would come the dawn
and Darko would creep out of hiding
Don his sunhat, sunscreen and coat
and sneak out of hiding

He would walk around town,
sure to keep h̵i͜s fa̷n̕gs hidden
and he would hand out supplies to the townsfolk
where the human kind had been bitten

He would nurse them back to health
so that they would not be like him
making sure they were all alright
from their soul, hearts and limbs/

And when the night approaches Darko
he slips into his hiding place.
The townsfolk don't know where he hides
its like he disappears without a trace!

There Darko waits for the sun to rise
while he wishes to go out to help the humans
but until then, here he hides
for when he can go out and do it again.



But...

D͘a̛͘r̸͠͡k̸̡o̵͜ ̧́͏h̸͠a̡̨d̡ ̕a̡͝͏ ̕͝f̶̧͞ŕ̕i̧̛e̷n͢͝d
W͜͡ho͟ fo̕͢l̸͟l̴͝o̵w͞e҉̶d̡̀͜ ͟h͜i͠m̵̢ e͠ve͜r̢y̴̨w̧h́ę̶ŕ̛e̵
̸̵i̛͡t̕'̴̕s ̡͏ḿ͘é͡s̴̶͟s͟a̢͠g͝e͟҉s̵̡̕ ҉̢͡w͜͢͏er̵e̕ ͘c̀r̵y͝҉ptic̕
̀b̶͢͠u̸̢t̡͡ ́̀͘i̕t̡̛͠ ̷͡d̵̕͞ì̸d͟n̴̸'͏҉t͡ ͢͞s̷͘e̷e̸͏m͠ ́͝͝t̨̨o c͞ar̡͘e̡.͢
̢͏
͏̨Ý̢e͠s ̷̛y͜o̷̸͝u̵͜ ͠he҉a̡r̶d̨̛͠ ̷̧m̴̢e ̸c̀͢ơ̧r͢͢r͞͏e͝cţ̢͞l̀̕͝y̴
̧I̶̛T͞ ̷wa̷̧s͡ ̶͘i̵t͏'҉̵s͏͠ na͡me
̀͠o̴̕͡r̨͞ w̢a̢̨͝s̵͘ i̧̕͘t͘ ̶͡a̢͡ ̴g̵̕͜e͏̛͟n̸d̢̛͠e̶͏͏r̡̨̕,́͘ ̴̸ma͡y̡̕b̢e͝ ̢a ̨m͞ò̴̸ǹs͡͠t̡́e̢͏r҉?
We͡l̷̢͡l.͘.̀.̧̛͜.͢



W̸̫̩̪̥̟̽̏̾̕h̷͇̘̣̞̖͎͉̑̃ͦͩ̄͐̓ͬ͘͝ͅà̢̤̰̥͔̒ṯ̲̘̼̪͗͡ ̶̖̳̩̥̟̂͋͊ͬ̃͗̓͋͐͝a̛̔͆͐̑̀̊͂͐҉̼̬̺͉͘ ̶̮̜̬̳̈́̏͠ͅs̰̙̽̉͘͡͡h̼͙̗̖̾ͬ͛̈͗͢a̟̰͖͓̭͙̜͉ͭ̃̽̾̔͝m̧͙̫͎̙͕͙̗̰̀ͯ̇͑e̠̻̮͇̻ͧͨ.̸̵̣̲̺̘̇̓ͨ̌́ͬ͂̀.̶͙̜̪̫̤̅ͣ̌̀.̖̘̙̜̽̾̀ͨ̽̅̋̚

[Tart]

momento vivere
just a moment there
Upon our hearts it lies.
A secret shown
Yet hidden from eyes.

I walk my strange and trodden path
The glances swing me as wrath;
Upon my strange and trodden path

Roses blood red in right
Blooming in the night
Vines in snaring, entombing.
Upon our savage plight

Throats constricted in pain
A stomach sour
Feelings of distraught haunt this hour

Name;; Laurent
Gender;; Male
Age;; 25
Occupation;; Librarian/Entertainer

[arcticlights]

Username:
Name:
Gender:
Poem:

res
this guy is a dream

[nymx]

mark

[kh.aotic]

marK
Shadow-glow

[maritime.]

Username: EverdaleDreamers
Name: Terosith
Gender: male
Poem:

wip

[MusicalDoodle]

Username: CHIBI_ANIMAL_SAVER
Name: Exinis
Gender: Male
Poem:
I have an eternity to wait
So why waste time searching?
I wander around the place
To find my one true love.
Someone who won't fear the dark I reside in
Anyone who'd have fun in the night
I've waited 100 years for them
I'll wait 100 more
But there's one question I ask
Over and over again
Does this person exist
Or are they a fantasy
So here I am now, no longer searching
Letting them come to me
When the time is right