would yall be willing to do that...

cause his son wants to skip school matches to watch BTS on netflix OOOOOOOOP

with the amount of confessionals and screentime he had, maybe he has a shot of winning?

Ew…

The app Threads…. And they post things…. And people respond and they say things about what people posted…. On threads…. Which is a social media app….

I want to be in the second season Dimitra

Who needs a gift 💙

as the person with definitely one of the worst royale records on the website going into this, i was genuinely soooooo nervous and paranoid this game and tried to do so much differently than i did in the previous games. it worked pretty well considering i made it this far and i genuinely had a fucking blast sin really did his big one with this game mode i could play it a million times in a row. thank you to my many allies and friends who made this game really fun!! Amandasings04 PosterBoy bruhmoment15 Paulette Tide aries Batya CasinoCheese hwest14 Rafo BIGBRYY99 Christos Justini and the entire final 8 <3 gg im outta here for a few days (i mean i'll be online but i'll be really busy irl and prob not playing anything)

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13 days without KittyCupcake123. We are going to the cemetery to visit his grave. We hear the spirits scream every time we step on his grave and they go silent when we move our feet away. It is a warning. KittyCupcake123 is very lonely inside his grave so he will reach his hand out and try to pull one of us inside so he won't be alone anymore.

Gotta love it 💙

VenusVafa cleared TN in bingo

if the stamina wasn’t dogshit we would’ve probably finished royale by now

10 raffle tickets. Its my turn to win I feel it.

🟥 Welcome to the elimination panel kovaze public and my precious models ! 🟥 Judges : Dimitra Marilise brookie hausofkimchi The judges have made their decisions, and the scores are in. Week by week, the competition grows tougher… and one photo can change your entire journey. There are 12 of you standing before me tonight… but only 11 will continue in the competition. I have 11 photos in my hands. These photos represent the models who are still in the running toward becoming the next #DNTM. The model whose photo is not called… must leave the competition. Before see their photoshoot scores , let’s first take a look at the challenge that took place this week. 🟦 🟦 🟦 🟦 🟦 🟦 This week’s challenge ( happened on Discord ) took place in front of our special guest designer Morgan The models were asked to pose and show their confidence, expression, and runway presence. Our designer carefully judged their facial expression and their pose, giving each model a score from 1 to 3. Now, let’s take a look at their scores (These scores do not affect the photoshoot, but they will be added to the models’ total scores) melanie - 2 Fiji - 3 ohEMgee - 1.5 AngieKStan - 3 MissChloeKay - 1 biancabae - 1.5 NicoRobin - 0 (Did not submit in time) TrueBlood - 0 (Did not submit in time) Ralts023 - 2.5 desh - 2 Gabs - 3 Jordie - 2.5 🟦 🟦 🟦 🟦 🟦 🟦 ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ ALSO don’t forget to check the special MAKEOVERS EPISODE ➡️ https://www.kovaze.com/blog/92571 ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ Let’s see the average score of your photos now #DNTM PHOTOSHOOT 4 : https://www.kovaze.com/blog/92479 📣 Average scores by order 📣 AngieKStan 8.6 🟩BEST PHOTO OF THE WEEK🟩 desh 8.5 Ralts023 8.2 Fiji 8 Gabs 7.7 NicoRobin 7.2 melanie 6.7 ohEMgee 6.3 biancabae 6.2 MissChloeKay 5.6 🟥🟥🟥🟥🟥 Jordie 5.5 - BOTTOM TWO TrueBlood 5 - BOTTOM TWO 🟥🟥🟥🟥🟥 BEST PHOTO goes to AngieKStan 📸 congratulations 🥂 Angie ! TrueBlood and Jordie please step forward I can’t believe you both standing here ‼️ 🟥 🟥 🟥 TrueBlood From best photo at bottom two ? I honestly can’t believe you’re standing here — you’re one of the strongest models in the competition, but this photo brought you here. Is your total score, even after losing the challenge, enough for you to continue in the competition? Jordie Also, a strong model stands here. I’m shocked to see you here. You have very good photos every week , and now at bottom two . Your collaboration didn’t go well at all. Is your total score strong enough for you to stay in the competition? ‼️Which model will not receive a photo? And which one will continue in the competition? Let’s take a look at your overall scores so far.‼️ 🟥 🟥 🟥 🟥 🟥 Jordie congratulations, you are still in the running to become the next Top Model. Pull yourself together — we want to see the Jordie we know again. ( TOTAL SCORE : 33.7 ) TrueBlood unfortunately, I’m very sorry, but I don’t have a photo for you. I truly believed you would go very far in this competition, but the overall score always determines the outcome. Standing next to an equally strong model, this is the result. Thank you so much for your participation 🫂, and I’m sure that in a future cycle you will do much better—because that’s what you deserve🥹❤️❤️ ( TOTAL SCORE : 29.5 ) ❌ 12TH TrueBlood ❌

is insane and inexcusable as a whole, but there’s something being lost in the psychopathy of it all she was in her MID SIXTIES?? we need to investigate any time she won bingo i didn’t know we were playing with professionals

Chapter 1: The Drive Into Black Hollow By the time the sun started sinking, all eight of them were already running late. That was how things usually went when the whole group got together. Someone forgot a charger. Someone packed too much. Someone needed snacks. Someone changed outfits three times. What was supposed to be a smooth afternoon drive to their Halloween camping party had turned into two overloaded SUVs, four coffee stops, one gas station argument over ice, and a group chat full of voice notes, threats, and blurry costume selfies. And somehow, that made it feel perfect. This was exactly why they had all said yes in the first place. It wasn’t really about camping. It wasn’t even really about the Halloween party. It was about one last wild memory before life kept dragging them in different directions. Grace-Lynn stood beside the open trunk of the first SUV in ripped black jeans and an oversized hoodie, holding two bags in one hand and glaring at the disaster inside the car like it had personally offended her. “Tell me why there are six bags of chips, three bottles of vodka, a fog machine, and no one can find the flashlight case.” “Because priorities matter,” Weston said. He leaned against the side of the car with that easy grin of his, all confidence and chaos. Weston was the kind of person who could make strangers laugh in under thirty seconds and make his own friends nervous in ten. He had been the loudest about this trip from the start, hyping it up for weeks, calling it legendary before it had even happened. He also had a habit of acting first and thinking never. Grace-Lynn narrowed her eyes at him. “If we die in the woods because you packed decorative fake cobwebs instead of batteries, I’m haunting you personally.” “You’d miss me too much.” “I really wouldn’t.” Behind them, Octavious was calmly reorganizing the back of the second SUV with the patience of a saint and the expression of someone trying very hard not to regret being friends with idiots. Octavious was the one people trusted without even realizing they did. He wasn’t loud, didn’t need attention, and never forced himself to the center of anything, but somehow when things needed to get handled, everybody ended up looking at him. He was practical, steady, and annoyingly good at staying levelheaded. He held up a plastic container. “I found the batteries. They were in the cooler.” There was a pause. Then Theodore pointed at Weston. “Jail.” Weston threw his hands up. “That was one time.” “That was today,” said Luther. Luther stood slightly apart from the group, holding a duffel over one shoulder. He wasn’t unfriendly—just quieter than the rest, the kind of person who watched more than he spoke. When he did say something, it usually landed harder because everybody knew he meant it. He had a dry humor that could sneak up on you and a look on his face that always made it seem like he knew something he hadn’t said yet. Theodore, on the other hand, never seemed to know when to stop talking. That was part of his charm. He bounced around the parking lot in a half-buttoned flannel and jeans, carrying two grocery bags and somehow making even that look theatrical. Theodore was dramatic in a way that never quite crossed into fake. Everything with him was louder, bigger, funnier. He could turn a gas station stop into a story and a bad situation into a bit, which was usually useful—until it wasn’t. He tossed one of the bags into the trunk. “I’d just like the record to show that I brought the marshmallows, the hot dogs, the matches, and the mini candy bars. So when y’all are warm and fed later, remember who loves you.” “No one asked for hot dogs,” Leighanna said. Leighanna shut the passenger door of the SUV and adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder. She had the kind of presence that didn’t need to be loud to be felt. Smart eyes. Good posture. Controlled expression. Even when she was joking, there was usually a little distance to her, as if part of her stayed protected no matter who she was with. But tonight there was excitement under it too, hidden in the corners of her smile. “And yet,” Theodore said, placing a hand over his chest, “one day you’ll understand my vision.” Leighanna gave him a look. “Your vision is sodium and bad decisions.” “That is also Weston’s vision,” Regan added. Regan was leaning on the hood with his arms folded, laughing at everybody else while pretending he was above the chaos. He had that restless kind of energy that came from always needing something to do with his hands, his mouth, his attention. Quick with jokes, quick to challenge people, quick to act like he wasn’t bothered even when he absolutely was. He and Weston fed off each other in a way that could be hilarious or exhausting depending on the hour. Weston pointed at him. “You’re lucky I invited you.” “You invited yourself to your own plan and just dragged us into it.” “That is leadership.” “That is kidnapping with decorations.” Cashmere laughed from the far side of the car, where they were sitting on the edge of the trunk fixing a silver ring back onto one finger. Cashmere always looked put together in a way that seemed effortless until you paid attention and realized every detail was deliberate. The layered jewelry, the sharp eyeliner, the clothes that somehow felt both soft and untouchable. But it was their energy that people remembered most—warm one minute, distant the next, thoughtful in a way that made their silences feel full instead of empty. They looked up with a crooked smile. “Honestly, if this ends with all of us on a missing persons poster, I want everyone to know I almost stayed home.” That got a few laughs. Too many, maybe. Because for a second, the words hung there. Grace-Lynn noticed it first. That tiny weird pause after the joke. The subtle shift in the air. “Why almost?” she asked. Cashmere shrugged, but not casually enough. “Bad feeling.” Weston groaned. “No. Absolutely not. We are not starting creepy foreshadowing in the parking lot.” “I’m serious.” “Cashmere,” Theodore said, lowering his voice theatrically, “if you sensed doom and still came, that’s kind of on you.” Cashmere smirked. “That’s fair.” Octavious closed the trunk. “Everybody got their phones charged?” A chorus of mixed yeses followed. “Portable chargers?” More uncertain answers. He sighed. “Great. We’re all going to die because none of you prepare for anything.” “Again with the die talk,” Weston said. “Can we maybe manifest a sexy, memorable, iconic night instead?” “That usually is how people die,” Luther muttered. Even Grace-Lynn laughed at that. For a little while, it all felt normal. That was the worst part later—how normal it had felt. The drive started loud. Music up. Windows cracked. Weston and Regan arguing over the playlist. Theodore singing songs he didn’t know. Leighanna pretending to be annoyed. Cashmere recording bits and pieces on their phone. Octavious driving like he was transporting something fragile. Grace-Lynn in the passenger seat, half involved in the conversation and half watching the road ahead as the city gave way to empty stretches of highway. In the second SUV, Luther drove in silence for long stretches while Theodore filled them with commentary. Regan kept sending ridiculous voice notes to the group chat from the seat behind him. Leighanna occasionally reached over to turn the music down when it got unbearable. Cashmere sat by the window watching trees flash by in the dusk. At the first gas station stop, they all piled out into yellow light and cold air. Weston bought more beer. Theodore bought enough candy for a small army. Grace-Lynn bought energy drinks and ibuprofen. Leighanna came out with wet wipes, gum, and a look that said she didn’t trust any of them to survive without her. Octavious topped off both tanks and checked the tires. Regan flirted badly with the cashier. Luther stood outside under the buzzing sign, staring toward the dark tree line beyond the parking lot. Cashmere noticed. “What?” Luther looked back at them after a second. “Nothing.” But his expression said otherwise. Back on the road, the highways narrowed. The streetlights thinned out. Trees grew taller on both sides, black branches lacing together overhead. The group got quieter the deeper they drove. Not silent. Just softer. Like the woods were listening. Grace-Lynn watched headlights spill over an old wooden sign half-hidden by vines. BLACK HOLLOW – COUNTY ACCESS ROAD Something about the name made her sit up straighter. “You really picked a place called Black Hollow?” she asked. From the backseat, Weston grinned. “Tell me that doesn’t sound incredible.” “It sounds like where bodies are found.” “Exactly. Atmosphere.” Octavious kept his eyes on the road. “It also sounds like somewhere with no signal, so text whoever you need to text now.” That made everyone check their phones. One by one, little bars dropped. Regan groaned. “Fantastic.” Theodore leaned forward between the seats. “Okay but genuinely, if a masked killer comes out here, which one of us dies first?” “Weston,” Grace-Lynn said immediately. “Rude,” Weston replied. “You’d literally investigate a noise.” “You would too.” Grace-Lynn opened her mouth, then closed it. Everyone laughed. Leighanna looked out the window. “No, he’s right.” “What?” asked Octavious. She didn’t answer at first. Then she said, very quietly, “I just feel like once we get there, something’s going to feel off.” The joking died down after that. The road turned to cracked pavement, then gravel in places, then back again. The trees pressed closer. Their headlights caught old fencing, broken signs, and stretches of woods that looked too deep for the amount of land there should have been. Then they saw it. The old property sign. Tilted. Weather-rotted. Barely readable. MORROW HOUSE – PRIVATE LAND And beyond it, through the trees, the dark outline of the abandoned lodge. No one said anything for a few seconds. Even Weston. The place looked wrong before they even stepped out. The lodge sat at the edge of a clearing like it had been left there by mistake—two stories of sagging wood, black windows, and a porch leaning slightly to one side. The campsite nearby was open enough for the cars, tents, and bonfire setup Weston had promised, but the woods around it felt close. Too close. Like they had edged in over time. When the engines cut off, the silence rushed in. No city hum. No distant traffic. No neighborhood noise. Just wind. And somewhere far off, something metallic hitting something hollow. Clang. Grace-Lynn got out first and looked around. “The vibe is,” Theodore said from behind her, “deeply illegal.” “The vibe is amazing,” Weston said, though even he sounded less certain now. Octavious opened the back and started unloading gear. “Let’s set up before it gets fully dark.” Everybody moved then, slipping back into routine. Leighanna and Cashmere started sorting bags. Regan dragged out folding chairs and complained the whole time. Theodore carried lanterns and talked too much. Luther set down the tents with quiet efficiency. Weston kept trying to get everyone hyped back up. Grace-Lynn wandered a little farther toward the firepit. She stopped. There was ash inside. Fresh-looking ash. She crouched and touched the edge of one blackened piece of wood. Not warm. But not old either. Someone had used this pit recently. “Octavious,” she called. He came over. “What?” She pointed. He studied the ash, then the woods, then the house. “That wasn’t here by accident,” he said. Behind them, Cashmere had turned slowly toward the second floor of the lodge. “What is it?” Leighanna asked. Cashmere didn’t answer right away. Then they said, “I thought I saw someone in the window.” Everybody looked up. The upstairs window was dark. Empty. Weston forced out a laugh. “Okay. Great. Cool. Love that for us.” Regan grabbed a lantern. “Probably an animal.” “In a window?” Grace-Lynn asked. “An ambitious animal.” Nobody laughed that time. The sun slipped lower. The clearing darkened. And somewhere past the tree line, hidden where none of them could see, someone stood very still and watched the eight friends unload their costumes, their drinks, their blankets, their food, and all the little pieces of themselves they had brought into Black Hollow. Watching who led. Watching who wandered. Watching who stayed close. Watching who would be hardest to break. The figure raised a phone and took a photo. Eight friends. Still smiling. Still whole. Still unaware. Then the figure stepped backward into the trees and disappeared. Cast Members : MarieEve Grace-Lynn She/Her Cinnamon Octavious: He/Him YanderTron21 Weston: He/Him Rain Regan: He/Him RobbieRIOT Leighanna: She/Her hwest14 Theodore: He/Him Envious Luther: He/Him Justini Cashmere: She/They Chapter 2 will be posted either tonight or tomorrow ! I hope you all enjoy and good luck Survivors ☠️🔪

We have our national flag, national dish, and now a national anthem! In Sin we trust ✊️ (I am having a bad hair day and I do NOT want to talk about it!)

as the person with definitely one of the worst royale records on the website going into this, i was genuinely soooooo nervous and paranoid this game and tried to do so much differently than i did in the previous games. it worked pretty well considering i made it this far and i genuinely had a fucking blast sin really did his big one with this game mode i could play it a million times in a row. thank you to my many allies and friends who made this game really fun!! Amandasings04 PosterBoy bruhmoment15 Paulette Tide aries Batya CasinoCheese hwest14 Rafo BIGBRYY99 Christos Justini and the entire final 8 <3 gg im outta here for a few days (i mean i'll be online but i'll be really busy irl and prob not playing anything)

makes me want to play Royale less and less like holy fuck that shit seems so confusing and impossible to do well in without a premade edit: MY POINT IS... I HAVE A JOB I DONT HAVE TIME TO STALK FOR POPUPS!!!!! Royale is just not a game for ME!!!

items spawn in royale only in the red zones! u dont wanna fight? then u dont get any rewards. yep yep yep. #DOWNWITHSOCIAL.

has anyone heard about tisha? she rarely logs off for more than an hour during a day at time #skinny #ripadele

Which is cuter? Females Elphaba - https://kovaze.com/designs/10871 Glinda - https://kovaze.com/designs/10872 Males Elphaba - https://kovaze.com/designs/10878 Glinda - https://kovaze.com/designs/10879

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One day Sin will release an empty update and tell kovaze players to imagine it 😂😂😩😩😩😂😭😂😂😂😂😂😂😂and they'll be like "i see it😩" 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😂😂😂😂😭😭😂

Honestly, I've been in quite the funk for the past 2 weeks. Alot of things keeping me in the gutter and I haven't really had my head in the game that we call life. I haven't even taken time to design logos for the ORG that I host... for reference, here are some images below of some of my favorites. I have a production team waiting for me to be... well, productive. I feel guilty for not being reliable, so I'm going to try to finish the logo sometime before tomorrow evening.

https://kovaze.com/shopping/734

I like seeing the blog points go up by a cute 12 every time :D

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