You woke up in a lab with people with you, you don't remember anything, just your name. You woke up early and you weren't supposed to, the scientists are trying to get you back to wipe your mind and you have to escape. Will anyone make it?

Girls: 5/5

Boys: 0/5

Non-Gender/Genderflux/other 1/3

You can also make a scientist (Idea, not rp the scientist)

Girls: 5/5

Silver: @HappyGreenElephant

CPS-08: @Neela Goldflower

Bianca: @SD11booklover

Alana: @Keefeismyhusband

Elle: @KotLCAwsomeness1

Boys: 1/5

CPS-01 aka Consoul: @Ace642

Non Gender/Genderflux/Other 2/3

Lila/Loni: @DaKeeperDerp

Ash: @IrisCA69

~Form~

Name:

Age: 13-15

Looks:

Personality:

Gender:

Ships/sexuality:

Flaw:

Other:

Memory (optional): One memory they remember

~You can enter max two people~

My Form:

Name: Trislyn Santos

Age: 14

Looks:

Personality: Chirpy, happy-go-lucky

Gender: Female

Ships/sexuality: Yes/straight

Flaw: trusts too fast

Other: N/A

Memory: remembers a girl that is younger than her, looks like her

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24 kotlc characters (u can say 2 people u want to be in the games)

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Give lushberry juice, give mallowmelt, give an exiler of ur choice, an emotional support stuffed animal, a taco, a pillow, a backpack of supplies or a random thing.

(IM USING A RANDOM SPINNER TO THIS)

Happy hunger games!

And may the odds be ever in ur favor <3

Bronte's unexpected love story!

Part One

Bronte was walking through the Forbidden Cities, and his obscurer was glitching. He needed someplace to hide so he could leap away. He looked around frantically. There was an alley up ahead, and he turned into it. He froze when he saw a man and a woman there. The man was an elf, wearing a familiar dark cloak with the symbols of those creepy white eyes... and he was holding an orb of fire, trying to burn the woman, who was screaming in pain.

Bronte panicked and inflicted on them. The woman screamed louder, and the man crumpled to the floor.

Bronte's obscurer wasn't working anymore as he lifted up the woman and carried her away.

Soon, an ambulance appeared to take the woman away, and Bronte still couldn't light-leap away as he struggled to explain his clothes, and why he was in a dark alley, and how he stopped the attacker, and where the attacker went.

Bronte scowled when they asked about his ears, and the crystal in his pocket...

"They're fake..."

"Why do you look like a weird... elf?" asked the cop.

"Because... I like to put on costumes? Look, I don't see how this is important..."

The woman jolted awake in the hospital. She remembered... "They weren't human..." she whispered.

The nurse stared at her. "What?"

She looked over, startled. "N-nothing... Where's the man who saved me?"

"The police are talking to him in front of the hospital."

"I want... to thank him."

The nurse nodded.

Bronte cursed under his breath in the Enlightened Language.

"And what language were you speaking?" pressed the cop.

Bronte sighed. His English wasn't very good, and he really wanted to leave. "It was... Italian?"

"That sounded more like a question than an answer."

Bronte scowled, "I'm SORRY."

The cop continued to hold up the crystal suspiciously.

Bronte immediately started to get nervous. "You... shouldn't hold it up to the light like that..."

"Why not?"

Because it could whisk you away to Eternalia. "Because it's bad for your eyes to look at light pouring through a multi-faceted crystal."

The cop handed it back to him.

The nurse came out. "Hey, she wants to see the guy who saved her."

Bronte tensed up. "I don't have time for--"

"Leaving so soon?" the cop continued to question.

Bronte bellowed, grumbling more curses under his breath, and storming into the building.

When he got to the room, he quickly composed himself, and went inside. "Hi--" His voice broke and he stared with horror at the hand-shaped burn on her neck.

She smiled. "I know your not human."

Bronte's mind spun immediately. "You do?"

"Actually, I've known for a while. I don't know what you are, but, you're not human. And I've been studying these crazy fires, because they're being set off by that non-human that was trying to kill me. He caught me spying on him and tried to set me on fire. So thank god you were there."

"So... you're not freaking out?"

"Why would I?"

"I... because you're human."

"Well, not all humans are stupid."

He scowled. "I wasn't calling you stupid."

She smiled. "Yes, you were."

"No, I--"

"Whoa."

"What?"

"I... just realized how cute you are."

His face turned beet red. "Don't call me that."

She continued to gape at him. "Are all of you cute? What are you, anyways?"

Bronte glared at her. "I'm an elf."

"I should've known! You have pointy ears."

Bronte glared harder.

Emily smiled. He confused on why she was smiling. "I--"

"What's your name?"

"I'm Councillor Bronte."

"I'm Music Professor Emily. Or at least I was a professor... I quit my job after my mother died. SO! Tell me about yourself, Bronte."

Bronte looked at her. "It's Councillor Bronte--"

"Whatever. I'm human. I don't have to call you that."

Bronte glared at her again.

She giggled. "You are so grumpy!"

"I-I am not!"

She laughed. "You're cute. What does that crystal do?" She points to the crystal clenched in his left hand.

He looks at it. "It's... how I travel."

"Take me to the elf world!"

"No way!"

"Well, you can't just leave now. I want to come with you."

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"I want to see what it looks like!"

"I'm sure you do! It's illegal."

"SO? No one has to find out." Emily leapt up, wincing, and wrestled the crystal from his hands. "How does it work!? Show me, or else I'm throwing it on the ground and shattering it into a million pieces!"

"OKAY! Okay... give it to me."

Emily gave it to him. He held it up to the light and tried to light-leap away, but she grabbed onto him at the last moment, and she was whisked away with him.

Bronte yelped.

He looked at Emily. "WHAT THE HECK-- oh, jesus..."

The color was draining from her body and she was starting to fade away...

He cursed loudly and grabbed her, pulling her into his tower.

So explode my notifs with random stuffs

Ye

In the year 2004, 12 people were born on the 23rd of each month of the year. On each 23rd, at 6:32 pm, something strange happened. Scientists don’t know what, but whatever it was, it gave those 12 people powers that others only dream of. Now, on November 23rd, 2020, the government has rounded up those people and locked them in a lab. Will they escape? Or will they be locked in there for the rest of their lives?

Aries (1/1): Fire manipulation. They can bend fire.

@MidNightWolf2020

Taurus (1/1): Earth manipulation. They can bend earth.

@LovelyLadyLavender

Gemini (1/1): Multiplication. Essentially, they can clone themselves.

@Sokeefe4Evr2020

Cancer (1/1): Enhanced empathy. They can feel what others feel.

@KotLCAwsomeness1

Leo (1/1): Beguiling. They can sweet-talk anyone into anything.

@HappyGreenElephant

Virgo (1/1): Plant manipulation. They can whisper to the trees and speed up the growth of plants.

@Neela Goldflower

Libra (1/1): Air manipulation. They can bend air.

@DestinyChrysant

Scorpio (1/1): Telepathy. They can read minds.

@Neela Goldflower

Sagittarius (1/1): Astral projection. They have the ability to have out-of-body experiences and separate the astral body from the physical body at will. They can use this ability to send messages to people and visit places without actually being there.

@The Splash Of Colours

Capricorn (1/1): Invisibility. That’s pretty self-explanatory.

@Keefeismyhusband

Aquarius (1/1): Will manipulation. Quite like a Mesmer, they can sense someone’s will subconsciously, and manipulate it, putting them into a kind of trance and controlling their actions and behavior.

@RealLifeMatilda

Pisces (1/1): Water manipulation. They can bend water.

@MidNightWolf2020

Form:

Name:

Age (16-17):

Gender/pronouns:

Zodiac sign:

Appearance:

Backstory (please nothing too tragic):

Personality*:

Fatal or non-fatal flaws:

Shipping/sexuality:

Other:

My Form:

Name: Akila

Age (16-17): 16

Gender/pronouns: Female, she/her

Zodiac sign: Aquarius

Appearance: Long black hair, usually up in a bun, pale skin, and gray eyes. She also has a tattoo of a dragon coiled up her arm.

Backstory: Akila was born into a rich and privileged family and was taken by the government at a very young age. The lab/facility is all she’s ever known. She’s also pretty familiar with the layout and architecture of the lab since she’s lived there for the majority of her life.

Personality*: She’s sarcastic, witty, and usually has a comeback loaded and ready to fire. She covers up her fears and insecurities with humor.

Fatal or non-fatal flaws: She's arachnophobic, and she's also very reckless.

Shipping/sexuality: Bi, and yes, please.

Other: She likes mangos. A lot. She had one once when she got a slice in her daily ration of food at the lab, and she fell in love with them.

Rules (PLEASE READ!):

1. I reserve the right to decline any forms. Essentially, I would rather not have any extremely boring characters or a character that will upstage everyone else. Also, Mary Sues or OP characters will NOT be tolerated. I probably shouldn’t even have to say this at this point.

2. Please use correct grammar. If there’s one thing that gets on my nerves, it’s poor grammar. I absolutely despise it.

3. Do NOT control other people’s OCs.

4. No pre-decided shipping. See where the RP takes your OCs. Let relationships grow over time. That brings us to the next rule…

5. Absolutely NO shipping until the 1094th comment. Do not ask why I chose that number, because I will not have an answer. (Please note: If you are moving a relationship too fast, you will be stopped.)

6. LGBTQ+ will be accepted in this RP, if you're not okay with that then leave. Forever. I never want to see you again.

Me: *shoves him tword you guys* "do what you want with them fitz. No one's hacking my brain."

*fitz stares* "You want tootsie roll pops. Whatever those are.

*me faints*

Fitz: okayy whos next? ):)

Okay so I have to tell everyone why Fitzphie is the best... Ship.. ow.

Okay so...

My reasons are Fitz found her and brought her back to the lost cities when she belonged. He was also her first friend. They also trust each other way more than most people do because they are cognates and would make it so much easier if they were a thing. ouch.

Fitz also believed in her more then some people do. When he's not a total jerk he can be very sweet and thoughtful. He is always trying to protect her.

And yeah that's all I got

It’s the year 4001. Yes, humanity has survived for that long. But make no mistake: it ain’t pretty.

There have been about nine wars. Over this period of time, the boarders between countries have slowly disappeared, each one becoming a muddled mess of no-man’s-land. That, or they’re under the constant dictatorship of the UKU (the United Kingdom Union). The officers of the UKU are known to roam around, arresting people for anything as little as owning too many rations.

Global warming has made the Earth into a wetland. There’s little to no actual landmass. Instead, people float around on islands of miscellaneous objects, and travel via boat.

As if it couldn’t get bad enough, aquatic life has evolved over the past few thousand years (some repeat Chernobyls have helped with that), and now you’re more likely to run into a giant squid, or flesh-eating starfish, or soccer-mom swordfish (trust me, they’re the worst).

But rumor has it that there’s a safe-haven somewhere around the northern Atlantic- which also happens to be the territory of the UKU. Will you risk it?

Rules:

1. I reserve the right to decline any forms. I’m gonna be picky. I don’t want characters with boring personalities. I can tell when you make a character with the intention of using them to upstage everyone else. Absolutely no Mary-sues (I shouldn’t have to say it at this point).

2. I can and will kick you out of your grammar is terrible. There’s a low bar for this one. Basically, as long as you use quotation marks when a character is speaking, and capitalize letters, and try to have legible spelling, we won’t have a problem.

3. No controlling other people’s OCs. That’s it.

4. No pre-decided shipping. Nobody wants to hear you debate about weather to ship Starleene with Andrew or Damien.

5. No shipping until the fifth thread. And even then, if you’re going too fast, I’ll stop it. I’m lovely that way.

Forms:

Name: (first and last)

Gender: (optional)

Age: (18 and up)

Appearance:

Personality*:

Residence:

Other:

*If I see “kind, strong, smart, shy, sarcastic, brave” ONE MORE TIME-

Join! Just join and play a great game of Truth or Dare! The order will be from the people who've joined. The truths can be like, are you in love with Keefe Sencen? The dares can be like, change your pfp to SOphitz (If you're SOkeefe) Thanks!

Members who've joined:

@RealBianaVacker -#1

@KotLCAwsomeness1 -#2

@AnonymousWikiEditor- #3

@CherryRipplepuffs -#4

@RealLifeMatilda -#5

@ObsessedFangirl869 -#6

@TheObliviousWhale -#7

@Ilovestraykids -#8

@Elebert cassius duck, esq. #9

@Quetzal37 -#10

@Willowstar8 #11

@MiniSnuggles -#12

@IsitVinegar #13

@Neela Goldflower

@Long.Live.THE.GLUE

@Pxstel.fairy

@Kotlc4everGirl

@Howyoulikethat

(Idk if there've been posts like this before so just ignore this if there have)

Hello readers! @Frenchwritermelon and I have started collaborating on a Sencen family AU! Here is the first chapter!

Chapter 1

Cassius looked down at Keefe, shaking his head. "Why is this happening, Keefe? Do you ever want to get into Foxfire? Because you won't if you keep doing stuff like this!"

Keefe sniffled. "I'm sorry, Dad."

Keefe, eight-years-old, was trying as hard as he could to please his father, who was scolding him for messing up. Gisela was watching from the doorway, smiling. Keefe had once again failed to identify the emotion Cassius had felt. Now Keefe could feel the emotion very clearly. It was disappointment. He teared up, looking at Cassius.

"I didn't know which one it was... I'm sorry."

Cassius sighed heavily. "We'll try again tomorrow." He waved him away.

Keefe sniffled and went over to Gisela.

Gisela looked at him sympathetically. "You'll do better next time," she said softly.

"Really?" he mumbled, blinking back tears.

She nods. "Of course." She gave a fake smile. "I have something for you, Keefe."

"You do?"

"Yes." She took his hand and led him away. They got to her room, and she pulled a box from under her bed. It was tied neatly with a purple silk ribbon.

Thinking it was a present, he excitedly tears into it, but his smile fades when he sees a pile of thin books. He opens one. All the pages are blank. "Mom, it's blank."

"I know, sweety. You're supposed to draw in it."

"Really?"

"Yes! Draw whatever your creative heart desires!"

Keefe stares at it for a few moments before finally responding quietly, "Thanks, Mom."

She spied a bruise on his cheek and frowned. "What's that from?"

Keefe winced. "Um."

"Did he hit you?"

"Um," he whispered again.

She sighed heavily. "Wow."

Keefe looked at his sketchbook. He really wanted to go to his room and draw in it He looked up at her. "Mom?"

"Yes, sweety?"

"Does Dad love me?"

She looked at her hands. "It doesn't matter what he thinks, sweety, I'll always love you."

Keefe brightened and deflated at the same time. His father didn't love him, but at least his mother did...

He looked down at the sketchbook, noticing for the first time a note stuck to it. It said:

Keefe,

I know your father is hard on you, and that I am not always as supportive as I should be, but both your father and I only want what’s best for you. You will do great things with your life, and will leave behind even greater legacies. Do what you can with the time you have, even if it’s drawing in this sketchbook or annoying your father. No one is around forever. I love you very much, Keefe. Never forget it.

XOXO, Mom.

PS, I will punish your father severely for hurting you. You are perfect the way you are, son. Don’t ever change.

Keefe stared at the letter, tears filling his eyes. He knew that no matter how tough his dad was on him, his mom would always be there to keep him strong. His mom loved him, and that was more than enough.

"Thanks, Mom," he choked, rushing away.

Gisela just sat there and smiled at her oblivious son.

Yes Yassssss //cries//

I used to ship Sophitz but now I don't ship her with anyone and here's why:

1. I feel like she shouldn't be focusing on boys while people try to kill her

2. It's really quite distracting and keeps her attention away from the stuff she needs to focus on (i guess these are like the same)

3. She decided to register for the Match when she was 15, and while yes, a lot of people do that, she also said that she wasn't sure if she would register because it was so weird, and these other people have lived with it their whole lives while she hasn't. I mean, really, is she ready to find out who she's allowed to marry at, what, 16?

4. She's too immature, and so are Fitz and Keefe for that matter. Yes, I know, they've been through many life or death situations and so yes, maybe they're mature that way, but they definitely aren't romantically. I mean, people are mad at Fitz for his anger issues, and he was wrong to take it out on Sophie, but at the same time, she made a lot of mistakes too. She wasn't completely being honest with him, even after she told him she would try, and she totally could have but she chose not to. Stuff like that. Also, Keefe wouldn't be ready for a relationship because he has to constantly hide behind jokes so that no one knows his real feelings, even though Fitz and Sophie can read his mind, and it would get tiring of having to push him day in and day out for what's really going on in his head

5. So to sum it up the reason Fitzphie wouldn't work until they work through their issues: they have communication and trust problems

6. And the reason Sokeefe wouldn't work: because Sophie would tire of trying to constantly guess what Keefe is thinking (yes, I know, it's easier for him to admit them to her but it's still pretty tricky and he doesn't necessarily like it either, especially when it's about dangerous stuff, which, it usually is)

7. Anyway, there are probably more that I can't really put into words but those are what I can think of right now, lol

Anyway, these are my opinions so you don't have to agree but feel free to counter any of them! And hopefully I didn't offend anyone, because I really didn't mean to

I am now Seth Meyers you can call me Seth Meyers :)

*a closer look theme plays*

Mine is:

😁

Whats yours?