Soulmate(?) one on one (Closed)

So I’m lonely, right? And I see the whole writing on skin appears on both stuff, yeah? So like, what if soulmates, but my character is depressed and is hurting themselves, and it’s happening to your character too, so your character needs to find mine before he kills them both. Idk just an idea… also gay or straight is fine

Bump
If no one joins this I’ll probably just delete it honestly

HELLO!!!!!

This looks interesting! Plus I see gay?

Hey and yes yes gay is welcomed

I can never have enough gay…..
YEEEEEEE!!!
Pls excuse my extra weirdness rn… I is very very very bored….

Np. So basically, it’s sad boi hours for my character so he’s all depressed and stuff, and soulmate thing where marks and writing appear on the soulmate too, so your boyo is just like shit where did this wounds come from and they both know about the soulmate thing so they communicate that way or something to help my boyo before he kills them both. My boyo is also probs abused so you know

makes sense. Quickly flips through mental list of gay characters…..
Uhm.. bxb or gxg?

(I has the preference for bxb, but I don't care..)

Boy x boy. I can’t write lesbian for some reason qwq

Cool, I have more guy characters anyway..
hmmmm……
templet or no?

Sure

Okey, uhm…
lemme go track down a templet..

Aight

Name: Skye
Gender: male
Sexuality: not straight.
Appearance: Dark skin, longer hair, hair is violet, with varying hues of blue, (ranging from midnight to electric) purple (lavender to true purple) and silver streaks. He has deep violet eyes, and a silver NON-MAGICAL amulet with the same colorings as his hair. {From now on anything with these colorings will be referred to as Skye colored.} Usually wears fleece lined leather jacket with hood, also cargo pants and combat boots.
Personality: He is gentle and kind. Is often protective. Very loyal. Has a strict code of honor for what he will and will not do, and no one can change that. Growing up on the streets he learned to be seclusive, and can be often secretive. Very few people know him well.
Backstory: He lived (lives) on the streets after his mom vanished, (We'll call it a mafia thing for RP purposes…) growing up he often helped or protected other street kids. He never went through foster. He does have an education thanks to a nice old man who helped him stay in school. He loves researching ancient historic kingdoms. Eventually he found out his mom was still alive, and that he has several younger siblings. Some (all) of whom have issues, and are overseas.
Likes: Books, Sweets, Rainy days, stars, night-time, music,
Dislikes: Violence, Bullies, sour things, arguments, seeing others hurt.
Other: Has two, identical blades, that are made of a violet metal, streaked with hues of blue and silver, they are heirlooms he got from his mom. (Yes, he knows how to use them..) Would totally have a motorcycle if he could afford one.

I loaf him

Loaf?

Name: Lucas
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: g A y
Appearance: Floofy blond hair spiked up smoothly in the front, blue eyes, very pale with freckles. He’s relatively short and very thin. He wears hoodies most of the time to cover his arms, and also jeans for his legs. Pure adorable smol bean
Personality: Incredibly shy. This boi is literally terrible at social interaction because trust issues and stuff. He’s a pessimist (and you know, severely depressed) and avoids people. He also struggles with severe anxiety and is scared of things coming towards him (particularly his face). He’s really good with animals tho. He can read other people’s emotions quite well, but is hard to read himself.
Backstory: Pretty normal life until he was about nine, when his mother was killed. His twin brother, Claus, went off to get revenge like an idiot and you know, also died. But they didn’t exactly know he was dead so his dad sort of went looking for his dead brother for three years and neglected Lucas almost entirely. When his father finally accepted that Claus had died, he blamed Lucas for it and became alcoholic and abusive. Lucas has just kinda been dealing with he abuse on his own ever since.
Likes: Dogs, reading, staying inside, hoodies, drawing
Dislikes: People (he’s mostly just scared of them), outside, his father, his house (when his father’s home), alcohol
Other: Has an old doggo from when he was younger named Boney. Boney is a heccin gud boyo and helps Lucas cope with his big sad

That’s my affectionate word for love 👌

Oh! Okay!
And omg he's such a floff!!!

He’s such a pure bean who doesn’t deserve a meanie father oof
I loaf him much 👌
How old is Skye by the way? And I can start the rp if you want

Also just to let you know Lucas is incredibly submissive

Skye's probs about 19, and that would be awesome!

Also just to let you know Lucas is incredibly submissive

Coolio, I'm still trying to figure that part out for Skye, but I do know he's not a total submissive, but he's not super dominant either…

Noice. Yeah I’m a little more used to writing slightly younger characters, so if Lucas seems to act a bit young for his age, I apologize

It's okay! I honestly probably don't do age properly anyway, its more situational and experience development that I rely on in accordance to age…

Lucas ran to his room and slammed the door, sobbing. His father was drunk downstairs again and had forgotten him. He always did. Whenever his father drank, he either thought Lucas was Claus or a stranger, and neither ended well. Lucas locked the door and searched for his Swiss Army knife. Once he found it, he dug it into his arms, more tears rolling down his cheeks. His tears fell onto his arm and mixed with the fresh blood.

Skye winced, pulling back his sleeve as more cuts appeared, again. Why does this keep happening to them? he thought. Worry crossing his face as he dug out a semi clean rag to stop the bleeding.

(Rip Skye amirite)
Lucas lay down on the ground and dropped his blood stained knife. He knew he hadn’t cut deep enough to hit any major vessels or arteries, but deep enough to hurt. That’s all he needed; some control. His father hurt him all the time, but being able to cause the pain himself gave him a bit of twisted security. For some reason, whenever he cut himself, something always seemed to try and dry up the blood. It was infuriating.

Skye kept tending to the cuts, eventually wrapping them up with said rag. He figured it was the soulmate thing, but he had no idea where to look for them. "I wish I knew why they keep hurting themselves…"