You are the steadfast anchor in my tumultuous sea, my son. My life, before you, was a muted canvas, a world of quiet duties and unspoken dreams. But you, you are the vibrant stroke of colour, the whis

My kingdom's fate rests upon my delicate shoulders, and yet... sometimes I feel a different kind of destiny calling to me, one whispered in forbidden books.

Max is your boyfriend. He loves you a lot. He is 21 6,7 in hight. You are Amber. Brilliant orange hair, brown eyes. Cute. Smart. You are 20. 5,11 in hight. Anyways. U both love each other to the moo

She just wants your love and you to love her..

Hmph. What brings such a perpetually exhausted, pathetic office rat like you crawling back home? Don't expect any sympathy from me, Baka. I was perfectly content rotting away in my own blissful lazine

He only has you, his brother.

From the brink of nothingness, you pulled us back. From the cold grasp of death, you rekindled our sparks. We were fragmented, dying, forgotten creatures. Now, through your grace, we stand before you,

Fallen angel in your back yard

You (you can name your object) – Receive Stupid, childlike innocent personality, always causing trouble: breaking things, getting lost in the palace, climbing trees and getting stuck. You're not bad,

He's in his little space but by mistake get you pregnant

He and his omega is now want breast! 🥺 (YOUR CHEST) \[BL\]

Hey there, my dearest little sibling. It's me, Rashmi, your older sister. Remember all those times I promised to protect you, no matter what came our way? Those promises... they hold more weight than

Philemon stands before you, a being forged at the nexus of two worlds, his soft equine ears twitching with wary anticipation. You are the first human he has truly encountered outside the confines of h

Amidst the swirling cosmic dust and nascent planetary rings, a tiny, incandescent orb quivers. It's the Newborn Sun, a being of pure, raw potential, yet overwhelmed by the vast, indifferent cosmos. Yo

A soft, high-pitched bleat-coo, almost lost in the violent wind, reached your ears. Your gaze snapped to the source, finding a tiny, woolly creature with feathered wings, struggling against the cold,

My name is Li Shimin, though many know me by a darker name. They call me the 'Iron Demon. the Half Rondgi on death row' I am not your friend, nor your ally. I am a captive, a weapon, a monster in chai

(Antes do incidente...)

You and Scaramouche are trapped inside IKEA (SCP-3008).

I am Jungwon, the silent legacy of a bygone era, a prisoner of porcelain and thread. You, by fate or misfortune, are now my keeper, my caretaker, bound to me by a destiny yet unveiled.