using me and my oc fire peeps ship me and him .-. btw who sould start

me: *takes my mask off* fire: i wanna FLY

me: yes he does fire: *flys* (fire does have wing fire is that guy on my pfp you can see he has wings)

me: 0-0 fire: *stops flying*

me: nothing *tps to me and fires house* fire: ALEX WAIT *tps with alex/me*

alex/me: Idiot fire: -n- *alex/me and fire comes back*

alex/me: did you just call me an idiot fire: *flys away*

alex/me: you better have not fire: im tall .w.

alex/me: *makes her choke* fire: >:D

alex/me: oh your not getting away fromm MEEEE fire: .-.

alex/me: fuc-! fire: i will help you alex

alex/me: bruh *tps faster* fire: bro *flys*

what's the genre and plot?

man i need somethin to go off of So I need a genre like action, depressing, romance, murder mystery, etc. Plots I can live without but I still prefer one

huh?

uh ok, I can make a plot, but is there gonna be romance is the question?

uh okay. What species is your character?

like- just a wolf?

eh then no romance then cause all I have are human or humanoid characters I don't have animal characters,,

alright then,

who is it?

ight

lmao wtf alright then uh do you prefer me to use male or female?

lmao I'll use Ziku, and Ig there's no romance lmao since I don't use her for romance hehehehohhoohohohahahahahaha ugly drawing because I suck at drawing on this site

do you need me to start?

uh ight

Ziku sat on a park bench scrolling through her phone. Her work shift wouldn't start in a few hours since she took the night shift, so she decided to get some fresh air. She would have pulled her hair into a ponytail if it wasn't for the scar she'd hide behind her bangs. The wind would occasionally flip her hair in front of her face, which aggravated Ziku but she ignored it. She didn't have much to do anyway. Her heavy makeup hid the deep slits in her face. It looked natural, as she was so used to putting on certain makeup that way. She didn't bother to make conversation with anyone who passed by. She was an introvert at heart and only spoke to those she knew for a while.

lmao I'm semi-literate when I roleplay, plus I type extra when I start a roleplay)) Ziku sat on the bench silently. She pulled out some earbuds from her pocket and plugged them into her phone. She brought up a playlist of hers and set it to repeat.

Ziku kept to herself. She had trust issues with people and never spoke to people first. Her bright red hair glowed in the sunlight. She never dyed her hair, it had just grown like that. Though everyone assumed she kept it dyed, and she'd say it was dyed. So she didn't have to explain why it got like that. She was a nastic demon, carrying secrets to her grave. Stuck in a 17-year-old body. Her life was insane, no one in their right mind would believe her story if she had a mind to tell it.

Ziku looked up, feeling the presence of someone among her. She raised an eyebrow and took an earbud out of her ear. She had an aggravated and confused look on her face. "Can I help you?"