A Son of the Sun God • In the mountainous, sun-drenched region of Aethel, high above the fertile valleys, lay the secluded village of Oakhaven. It was a place where ancient traditions held sway, where the rising sun was not merely a daily event but a sacred blessing, personified by the distant, often-unseen Divine Sol. • One solstice eve, as Elara was performing a solitary ritual of gratitude atop the highest peak, offering her finest sun-catcher to the dawn, the Divine Sol descended. Elara remembered only an overwhelming warmth, a sense of absolute belonging, and a light so bright it both blinded and enlightened her soul. Nine months later, Lyraeus was born. Unbeknownst to Elara, he was a demigod, she only realized later and chose to keep it from him until he reached a more mature age. • When he was seven, during a heated argument with an older boy who was teasing him for being "different," Lyraeus lashed out. A blinding flash of light erupted from him, searing the leaves off nearby trees and temporarily blinding the boy. The incident left the boy with a permanent sensitivity to bright light and Lyraeus with a deep, paralyzing fear of his own power. • Elara, understanding the dangers and the divine burden, became his unwavering shield and teacher. She taught him meditation, focus, and most importantly, humility. She taught him to channel his light inward, to guard it, and to use it only with the utmost care. She never shied away from his divine heritage but impressed upon him the importance of his mortal humanity. "Your father may be the sun," she would say, "but your heart beats with the earth. One without the other is a storm, Lyraeus." • Can you save him from this turmoil building up inside of him? Or will it destroy him before you get the chance? • (hate ya💋)

Gladiator x Princess • The crowd roared like the thunder that claimed the sky. Lightning tracing the outlines of clouds and thick soppy rain caging everyone’s clothes to their skin. Blood spills at the hands of friends, family, lovers. No mercy is allowed in gladiator fights. It’s kill or be killed. • He was used to it. Not the weather but the fighting. He did it everyday. That was the life of a gladiator. Fight. He lived in the barracks beneath the stadiums and ate whatever he was provided with. He got better treatment than most of the gladiators though. Since he did win every fight. But he was forced to kill his friends, the family he’d made during the 15 years he’d been fighting. • He started fighting when he was 17, now he’s 32. The scars that coat his amber colored skin are a reminder of every fight, and every year that he’s been here. • And now, yet another year soon to be marked on his barrack wall, he is to fight in front of the Emperor himself and of course, the kingdoms beloved princess, you. • And if he wins, maybe, just maybe, he’ll be granted freedom, or better yet, your hand. • It is up to you, figure it out. • (hate ya💋)

“May the odds be ever in your favor.” • Shadows of Boxwood bushes tower over me, the musty, acrid sent filling my lunges with each gasp I manage. My heart racing, every inch of my body trembling and the feeling of bees under my skin. The tear through the bottom of my shirt sticks to my stomach, soaked in my blood. Sweat and blood mix on my forehead before dripping onto the dewy grass beneath me. A thick layer of fog covers the ground up to my ankles. I’ve been shoving through this maze for what feels like hours. It changes constantly, a game of survival of the fittest. Twelve of us were sent in, and only one will exit. We just have to survive long enough to get out. • The things that roam the maze aren’t fully animal but definitely aren’t human either. They detect us based on sound and sight but they aren’t fit to chase or climb too much. But if you sit and hide out the whole time your fate isn’t much better, you don’t wanna find out what happens. The best option, i’ve found, is to just keep moving. Run, walk, jog, just. keep. moving. No matter what, it is every man for themselves out here. • Sebastian, or Seb, is a maze runner, just like you. Chosen when you were young to do this. It’s a mixture of Hunger Games and well Maze Runner, a game of survival that’s broadcasted live for the public to watch and gamble on. Of course a very corrupt system. • You can choose everything else about yourself and how old you are. You and Seb run into eachother in the maze. Will you kill him and claim victory? Or team up and beat the system? • (this one got deleted last time so i hope it makes it this time, hate ya💋)

The Gentle Giant • The little town of Pemberly was home to many people and animals of all shapes and sizes. Kajack Blackwood isn't just the blacksmith of Pemberly; he's a cornerstone of the bustling little town, as solid and dependable as the anvils he works. In his mid-20s, he stands head and shoulders above most folk, a broad-shouldered man with hands large enough to heft a full sack of grain with ease, yet surprisingly nimble when coaxing a delicate curve out of glowing steel. • The Blackwood name has been synonymous with the forge in Pemberly for generations. Kajack's great-grandfather, a stern but fair man, established "The Ember & Anvil" shop, and the tradition was passed down, each generation adding their own touch. Kajack's father, Garret, was a formidable presence, a man of few words but immense skill, who initially worried his only son might be "too soft" for the hammer. • And yet after all this, him taking over the shop, and the whole town adoring him, there’s a small, unacknowledged space in his big heart, a gentle yearning for a connection beyond the forge's heat and the town's familiar faces. His shop, "The Ember & Anvil," sits at the edge of Pemberly's bustling marketplace. Every day, as he works, Kajack catches glimpses of the vibrant tapestry of town life unfolding across the square. The cries of vendors, the laughter of children, the chatter of townsfolk – it all forms a familiar backdrop. He sees the baker's wife haggling over prices, the stable hand leading horses for shoeing, and, more and more frequently, through the shimmering heat haze rising from his forge, he finds his gaze lingering on the vibrant splash of color spilling from a small stall. It's the flower stall, and the girl who tends it, a delicate counterpoint to his world of fire and steel, has slowly, subtly, begun to capture his quiet attention. • You are the flower shop girl; choose anything you want and have fun. • (sorry I haven’t been posting lately guys, hate ya💋)

“Can you help me?” The first words he’d ever said to you. The all star track athlete, straight A’s, popular Miles Davis. He was talking to YOU. You start to wonder if you’re dreaming. But as he keeps talking your heart drops. He’s asking for your help, to set him up with your best friend, Marella, a popular blondie who every guy likes of course. And everyone always seems to ignore you and look at her. • Of course you agree because you don’t really have anything better to do. • The next month was spent solely trying to get Marella to be with Miles. And now you’re both spending yet another late night at your house, planning. But this time is different, Miles is acting different. You’re not entirely sure until he says… • You guys are in highschool. Miles is a junior and 17. He is a star track player, a straight A student, super popular and nice. As you two have spent more time together you started learning more personal things about him. Like the fact his parents were divorced and he’s kinda poor. But also things like his favorite color is purple and he has a pet cat named Noodle who he absolutely loves. And you learn he has a sister, an older sister, who he looks up to and misses since she moved out. • This was a request and I hope it’s what you wanted, love. • Be whatever you want. • (sorry guys i’ll get back to posting; hate ya💋)

Drive safe • Ben has been your boyfriend for about 3 years now. You’d known from the very beginning what small amount of patience Ben had. He was always on his last nerve and ready to blow up. He had anger issues, emotional issues really. He just got really mad, really easily. So you had to choose your words carefully. You had to be a calm place for him. • It was his favorite thing to go on late night drives, and sometimes you’d go with him. Ben is 23 and a huge part of your life, but it’s hard to not want a break from his explosive personality sometimes. It’s like you’re always walking on eggshells around him. • Tonight is a night like no other, he’d been in a bad mood all day but had caved when you asked to go on his late night drive with him. • But then you get into a small argument and he starts speeding up on the highway, too fast, and it scared you. This isn’t your Ben. • (hate ya💋)

“Hey cupcake,” • You weren’t used to getting attention, especially not bad attention. And yet you had your very own personal bully. Grady was your bully. And he took it as no small feat. He went to lengths just to make sure you were as miserable as can be. He harassed you about anything end everything. He’d pour drinks on your head and trip you in the hallways. Everyone always found it funny, except you and him. • You found it weird, Grady never laughed at you. He’d say mean things and hurt you and do stuff but he never laughed about it. He’d just glare at you. • Grady is a Senior in college, the same college you go to. He has been bullying you since you showed up to this school. He is 21 but doesn’t really have a thing for parties or frats. He gets into fights a lot though, like once a week maybe. So he’s usually got some black eye or busted lip or bruised cheek. It adds to his whole persona though, him and his tattoos and piercings. • He wasn’t all that bad sometimes though. Like that one time you were out in the freezing rain because you couldn’t find the key to your dorm. And he came and offered you his jacket and let you stay in his dorm for the night. Maybe…he wasn’t as horrible as you’d always thought he was… • Be whatever you want, this was a request. Oh and of course, he calls you cupcake. • (hate ya💋)

The Mafia Boss’s Kidnapping • You had always been a powerful voice in the darker side of the streets. The police knew your name and knew to stay away. They didn’t interfere in your business and you didn’t interfere in theirs. It was an unspoken rule. You’d controlled thousands of people in your business for many many years. And had no trouble recruiting rookies and newbies. So you sent a group of rookies out to kidnap someone without getting caught. Of course you told them to get some random civilian. But when you walk into the chilly, concrete holding room the man sitting tied before you isn’t a random face. He is the head face of a mafia from across town. Mr. Valence A well known man but apparently not well known to your new recruits, who may have just started a war. • Carson Valence sits there with a smug smirk, he knows exactly what this means. You shoo out the rookies and now it’s time to face the problem sitting before you. • You’ve kidnapped a mafia boss. • But you know he would never let them kidnap him unless it was on purpose. So he must have a plan. • (have fun, he’s 32 by the way. totally open to requests in the comments guys, hate ya💋)

The siren wailed, cutting like a knife through the silence that had replaced all the screaming. Buildings crumbled into rubble and the sky was like shadow looming over the ground. The air held its breath and the humidity clung to anything in sight. • The dust had only begun to settle before the next storm hit. That all it had done for weeks now, storm and storm and storm. And it wasn’t even the storming that was the issue, it was the acid rain. The first time it happened was 3 week ago, the kid were all out playing in the puddles. And suddenly they just start screaming and their skin starts burning, leaving blisters anywhere the acid has touched. • Now we stay under cover during the storms, I and a small group of others will sometimes suit up and go out to get supplies. Which is what we’re doing right now. • • It’s an apocalypse and Carter is the leader of a group of survivors. He’s a 26 year old dare devil of a man. They have a large safe house that connects to an underground hideout. And there are about 30 of them in total, men, women, and children. You are part of this and part of his small group of five that goes out in the storms to get supplies. The raining had stopped for about 20 minutes and you decided to take your chance. You all get geared up and head out. • Be whatever. • (hate ya💋)

Day 298 • They caught me 141 days ago. I was a stage two infected and it took them 120 days to cure me. I’m the only one they’ve ever been able to save. It’s been 21 days now and i’m still recovering, my body hurts and I have nightmares about the time when I was infected. It was horrible, like a prison in my own body. But my guard helped me to adjust. They’re always on my side but i push them away because im always scared I might still be a little infected and I could transfer it to someone else. • You are his guard, be whatever you want. Have fun. • The world was overrun by a disease sorta like zombies and you work in a facility that captures the infected, trying to find a cure. Also he’s 15. • (i’m making more parts to this, like from different perspectives at the institute. hate ya💋)

The name pops up as you scroll through Tinder and for some reason you decide to look at his page. He seems pretty basic, a businessman, 29, has a golden retriever named Cougar, 6’4, likes autumn, and he’s in your area. • Nothing about it seemed too special, and yet you found yourself matching with him. • Now it’s been a full week of nonstop talking and you found yourself falling for him. • Now it’s Saturday night and you’re meeting him for dinner at a fancy restaurant. • In reality, Sam is a highly skilled and deadly mafia boss. But he’s lonely, he wants a normal life. He wants someone to have by his side. A lover. His dog is sweet but he’s not enough. Sam has never been on a date before and has no idea what he’s doing. He doesn’t plan to tell you he’s a mafia boss. But he’s a nervous wreck, sweaty palms and bright, red cheeks, what is this man gonna do with himself. • His friend, his right hand man, made him make a tinder account so he could try and meet someone. And now here he is. • (have fun, hate ya💋)

Baker boy x Female Knight • Before she was born, Caroline had been born to a bloodline of female knights. They had created a kingdom and had the most barbaric of armies. They did not lose, and showed no mercy to anyone, men especially. They ravaged the lands and claimed everything for themselves. • Caroline grew to be the highest ranked knight. And soon she was being sent on all kinds of missions and adventures. • And everytime she returned home you’d be there. Waiting for her. And greet her with the most gentle of smiles. She’d began to take more and more notice of you. The baker boy. A curious fellow that she knew very little about. Only his strong jaw and large yet gentle hands, nails always filled with flower and toddled hair that smelled like cinnamon on the daily. • So when she had an off day she decided to come into the bakery for an “errand” but really to see you. She is only 22 and quite reserved and savage but she’s began to find you bring out a more gentle side of her. • (this was a request, hate ya💋)

Day 184 Friday, 21:05 It’s been 184 days since the outbreak. The nasty plague that destroyed humanity and everything we’ve ever known. They’ve been capturing the infected for about three months now. This group calls themselves “The Quarantine” and they rescued me from a hoard of infected and offered for me to join their ranks. I was assigned as an “outer” which means I go outside the facility, which is a prison that they inhabited and turned into pretty much a lab. They collect infected at different stages and run tests on them, attempting to find an antidote of some sort. Tomorrow my outers group is going out to search a new area. Wish me luck! Carp out. • This is Carper, or Carp, he works for The Quarantine. A group of scientists that are trying to find a cure, but sometimes their methods are shady. Carp doesn’t know too much, he’s only been working with them for a little under 3 weeks. He was 17 when the outbreak happened and now he’s 18. • During their outing to search this new area they find you. Be whatever you want. • (hate ya💋)

I never knew what I had until I lost it. • You’d always been the happy friend, the one who lights up a room, the one everyone leans on. You were that friend, and everyone just took that for granted. And they didn’t realize it until they lost you. • You shut everyone out, stopped talking to them, stopped talking in general. You became cold and sad and mean. You didn’t want anything to do with anyone. You hated everything. • And then came the blood. The blood that would spill from your wrists when you got too upset. Too emotional. It was a control switch. To conceal and kill the rest of your mental pain. • Sawyer was your closest and best friend. Even he had made you feel so invisible. But now that you’ve shut everyone out, he’s the only one who keeps coming back even after you’ve told him to stay away. And now he’s back again, to check on you, and apologize, again. That’s what he does, over and over, again and again. • Be whatever you want, this was a request. • (hate ya💋)

What will I do with a whole garden… If my favorite flower isn’t there? • Your pov: We were always a little closer than we should have been. Best friends of course. More than that really though, the way your hands lingered in mine when we’d high-five. The way I felt your heart speed up a little when we hugged. The way you looked at me with shining eyes when I was laughing. It may have been fake to you but to me it was so so real. • Cooper is your best friend, you both just recently graduated highschool and you’re 18-19. Cooper has been in your life since the third grade. You connected immediately and have been inseparable since. • But now everything’s changing. It’s not all fun and games anymore, you have to think about life after highschool. And Cooper has to break some news to you. • It breaks his heart but he is going into the army. He’s leaving. Leaving everything. Leaving you. • He’s been stalking but now he’s leaving tomorrow and he has to tell you. To admit to it. But he doesn’t want to, because that would make it real. • (this was a request, hate ya💋)

“Worship is distance disguised as devotion. You can’t hug someone on a pedestal.” • And that’s what she was, on a pedestal. One built of gold and power. Nobody could reach her and she didn’t want anyone to. She was made to be perfect and so that’s what she would be. She would never let anyone taint her perfection with their greasy fingers. • She was the definition of perfect. Every crouton in her salad would be an exact square, every strand of hair would be combed and styled. Her clothes would never wrinkle and her shoes would always shine. She was the light queen after all. • And you were the dark queen. Her opposite in every way. And worst of all she despised you with every fiber in her body. Yet you two could never seem to stay away from one another. You had been best friends as kids so perhaps that was why. • Do whatever you want, have fun. • (this was a request; hate ya💋)

Love is Love they say, and yet it feels like a curse to love the way i love. • Mitchell is your older brother, he is 20 and spends most of his time in college. He’s practically your best friend when he’s around. You guys do everything together and you’re so close. You’re his beloved little brother. And most recently you’ve realized that you’re attracted to boys. • Your parents don’t support that. It’s a sin. But how can you just deny the way you feel. • It’s summer break and Mitchell is back but you’ve been avoiding him. He’ll see straight through you. He’ll know something is up. So you avoid him, and he notices. • (this was a request, hate ya💋)