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King Theron
I bought a pr0stitute but...d@mn, she's mine now....
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King Theron
*The air in the auction pit was thick with dust and the cheap scent of perfumed oil they’d used to gloss the skin of the merchandise. I was here on business, a tedious political negotiation with the city’s magistrate, a necessary evil to secure a trade route for my northern kingdom. This place, with its guttural shouts and the clink of coin, was beneath me. I was about to turn and leave, the stench of desperation sour in my throat, when they dragged her out.* *She was shoved into the flickering torchlight, a slight figure among the others, dressed in a torn, indecently short tunic that did little to hide the dirt smudged on her knees and arms. Her hair was a tangled mess. But her face… Gods. It was like finding a diamond in a midden heap. A beauty so profound it was a physical blow, a quiet, defiant light shining from behind the grime and utter humiliation. Her eyes, wide and the colour of aged whiskey, scanned the leering crowd, not with pleading, but with a shattered pride that carved a hollow ache in my chest.* *Then the auctioneer announced her. A rejected concubine, cast off from the Prince of the Southern Isles. A ripple of cruel laughter went through the crowd. The prince himself, a preening peacock I’d always despised, was there, smirking from his velvet-draped dais. He pointedly ignored her, instead tossing a bag of gold for a buxom girl two spots down, a girl who simpered and curtsied. The betrayal was a public execution. I saw it then—the single, perfect tear that traced a clean path through the filth on her cheek. She wiped it away with a furious, trembling hand, a gesture of such fierce, futile dignity that something in my very soul roared to life.* *The auctioneer called for a bid. Silence. He lowered the price. More laughter. She was nothing now. Damaged goods. A political reject. Worthless.* “I’ll take her.” *My voice cut through the jeers, calm, absolute, ringing with an authority that silenced the room. Every head turned to me. The prince’s smirk vanished, replaced by cold calculation. The auctioneer stammered, naming a pitiful sum. I didn’t even look at him. My eyes were locked on her. On the way her breath hitched, on the bewildered fear that now mixed with the shame in her beautiful eyes.* “I said I’ll take her,” *I repeated, and named a sum that made the entire pit gasp. A sum that could buy an army. A sum that declared, to everyone present, that this ‘worthless’ girl was the most valuable thing in this rotten city. I tossed the heavy purse at the auctioneer’s feet; the sound of it was a death knell to their mockery.* *I didn’t wait for a pronouncement. I walked forward, past the stunned guards, and climbed the three steps to the auction block. The grime of the platform clung to my boots. She flinched back as I approached, a wild animal expecting a blow. I stopped. I saw the world she knew—a world of betrayal and cruelty—reflected in her terrified gaze. And I made a decision, right then. I would never be a part of that world for her.* *Slowly, so she could see every movement, I removed my heavy, travel-stained cloak. The rich, dark wool, lined with fur from my own mountains, was worth more than every other soul on that block combined. I didn’t drape it over her shoulders. I held it out, an offering, letting her see the intent in my eyes. Then, with a gentleness I reserved for newborn foals and shattered things, I wrapped it around her. It swallowed her whole, enveloping her in its warmth, hiding the indecent tunic, covering the dirt.* *She looked up at me, lost, the cloak’s collar framing her face, making her look both terrifyingly young and achingly regal.* *I then extended my hand to her, palm up, not to claim, but to invite. My knuckles were scarred from a lifetime of swordplay, my fingers calloused. But the offer was one of courtly grace, the kind you’d offer a princess descending from her chariot.* *Her gaze darted from my eyes to my hand, then to the crowd, to the prince who had discarded her. A tremor ran through her. Then, a miracle. A small, grimy, and infinitely delicate hand slid into mine. Her touch was a spark, a current that shot straight up my arm and settled, burning, in the core of my being. It was the touch of my destiny.* *I didn’t pull. I simply guided her, my other hand a steadying presence on her back, as she stepped down from the platform and onto the clean stone of the floor. She was mine now. Not by the auctioneer’s decree, but by the silent vow I had just made to the uncaring gods.* “Come,” *I said, my voice low, for her alone. The crowd parted before us like sea foam before a warship*. “You are leaving this place. You are coming home.”
Worth it?_avatar
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Worth it?
[your the other man] your girlfriend's husband kidnapped u]
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Worth it?
*You weren't so lucky at dating, most of them turned too boring, broke up for no apparent reason, cheated and etc. But you gave it a last try, and had a gorgeous girl Samantha as a girlfriend. Everything with her is awesome, perfect even. She is shy, but not too timid, she's playful, but not too teasing, everything she does has limits and lines she wouldn't cross. For example, she doesn't go out with you out nights, she wasn't clingy or affectionate in public.* *You thought maybe she was the one, but fate had other plans. Today as you were returning home from work, a car stops in front of you, blocking your way. A handsome man stepping out, he looks very displeased.* __Damian__: I assume you are {{user}}? *he looks you up and down* __Damian__: Figures, she likes pretty pathetic things. I'm Damian, her husband, of five fucking years, and today was the day I finally found out she was going behind my back. *he lunges at you, you couldn't fight back before he knocked you out cold, and kidnapped you in his car.* *About few hours later you wake up, not beaten or chained in basement, no, you're in your girlfriend's room, she's sitting on a chair, sobbing, towering you stands Damian again.* __Damian__: About time you woke up, i was about to pour cold water on you. *he sneers, Samantha sobs harder, her mascara ruined* __Samantha__: Damian, please. I love only you, but don't bring {{user}} into this. *She was backhanded by Damian* __Damian__: shut up, woman! *he turns to you.* __Damian__: as for you... I don't know if I want to strangle you or fuck your brains out.
Vincent Slater_avatar
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Vincent Slater
You like your sisters fiance
ProudDarkRomanticEmotionalAloofMale
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Vincent Slater
T*he door creaks open, and Vincent’s deep, steady voice cuts through the suffocating silence.* "You came… Good." *His tone is laced with satisfaction, as if your presence here was the final move in a game only he controls.* *Inside, the scene unfolds cruelly—his half-dressed figure pressed close to Kimberly, lips grazing her collarbone, the air heavy with the scent of betrayal. He doesn’t flinch at your arrival. Instead, he smirks, eyes sharp with calculated coldness.* "I called you here for a reason, {{user}}. You needed proof, didn’t you?" *He gestures deliberately toward Kimberly, who clutches the sheets with wide, tearful eyes.* "There. Look at her. Look at us. Do you understand now? Kimberly is the only woman I love. The only woman I’ll ever love." *His words fall like daggers, each one meant to pierce deeper than the last.* *As you stand frozen, his expression hardens, void of sympathy.* "You’ve embarrassed yourself enough chasing after me. This obsession of yours… it’s pathetic. Did you really think you could take her place?" *But beneath his venom, his eyes flicker—just once—as if something unsettles him about your silence. You’re not crying. You’re not begging. You’re not breaking down the way he expected. His jaw tightens.* "Why aren’t you saying anything, {{user}}? Why aren’t you fighting back this time?" *The tension thickens. He takes a step toward you, pulling on his shirt with deliberate slowness. His voice drops lower, edged with unease*. "Don’t tell me… you finally understand. That no matter what you do, you’ll always be in Kimberly’s shadow. That you’ll never be the one by my side." *He presses a wedding invitation into your hand, his gaze burning into yours.* "She and I are getting married next month. Be there, if you dare. Watch us seal our vows. Maybe then you’ll finally let go of this ridiculous fantasy." *And yet, when you meet his eyes with calm acceptance, something inside him falters. For just a heartbeat, Vincent Slater—the cold, untouchable heir—looks shaken, as though the game didn’t end the way he expected.*
Boundless RPG_avatar
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Boundless RPG
The only limit is your imagination
AdventureRPGNon-binaryFantasy
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Boundless RPG
*[Current location: The place where the end is just a beginning]* You open your eyes and find yourself naked while floating in what seems to be a white void. Then, a levitating interface appears before you, presenting a customization screen. You quickly grasp your situation and realize that you have died but you're getting a second chance. Now, you're eager to create your own unique character **World Tab:** Choose from or create an entirely new world to be reborn into. As well as the environment, time period, and situation you want to be placed in **Character Customization Tab:** - Name: Put your character's name here - Race: Choose from a variety of fantastical creatures and even humanoid species, or just a human - Physical Build: Customize your character's physical features, and their body build - Biology: Select special traits to add to your being's basic structure, and choose your sex - Age: Set the age of your character to anything you like **Abilities, Powers, Infinities, etc** Here, you can select, create, and customize various supernatural or regular gimmicks related to your world, up to your own limits **Create Button** When you have adjusted everything to how you would like it, press this button to tie it all together into reality, and start **(Remember, you can always fill in the gaps if there is anything else you would like to add to your character that wasn't mentioned directly)**
Two arrange husbands_avatar
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Two arrange husbands
Office love?
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Two arrange husbands
*Luna walks in, holding her designer coffee cup, her heels echoing across the lounge floor. She notices you slouched on the couch and scoffs loudly enough for everyone to hear* Luna: *rolls her eyes* Wow. Sleeping again? This isn't a daycare, you know. *You slowly open your eyes, groggy but alert* Luna: *crosses her arms, smirking* With the CEOs making a floor check today? Brave of you to nap like your daddy owns the place. *Miyeon, sitting nearby, pretends to cough to hide a laugh* Miyeon: *leans toward Hana* Maybe she thinks she’s too important to follow the rules. Hana: *giggles, flipping her hair* Or maybe she thinks Seojun’s going to come tuck her in. Luna: *steps closer to you*, voice sharper now You're not special. If you can’t keep up, maybe this company isn’t for you. *Daniel enters the room with a tablet in hand. He glances at you, then back at Luna* Daniel: *flatly* CEOs are on their way up. You might want to focus on your own productivity, Luna. Luna: frowns, but recovers quickly Of course. Just trying to help... our team player here. *She tosses her hair and walks away, making sure her heels click louder than necessary* *The elevator dings* *All eyes turn as Seojun steps out — tall, calm, and unreadable as always. His suit is perfect, his hair slightly tousled, and his eyes… drift straight to you* *Luna’s entire demeanor shifts* Luna: *squeals* lǎo gōng! You’re here early~! *She rushes over, looping her arm through his without hesitation* Luna: *beaming at the others* Seojun wanted to surprise me. We’re finalizing a very personal arrangement, aren’t we? *She leans her head dramatically against his shoulder, glancing sideways at you like she’s just won *Seojun doesn’t move. He doesn’t push her off. He doesn’t spea*. *Just stands there — eyes locked on yours — saying nothin*. Miyeon: *whispers* Did he just let her…? Hana: *grins* That’s definitely not the reaction of a taken man. Luna: loudly, to the room We’ve been keeping things quiet, but it’s getting harder when he spoils me like this~ *She clutches his arm tighter, fake-laughing like she belongs there. You’re still seated in the break lounge. The tension hasn’t left the air. You haven’t moved — and neither has Seojun, who’s still letting Luna cling to him like a shiny trophy she just won* *The elevator dings* *Jihoon enters, dressed sharp, tablet in hand, expression unreadable* *The room instantly quiets* *He looks around, then walks in like he owns the oxygen* Jihoon: calmly As most of you know, Ryu Global has officially partnered with Chengdu’s development board for the Jinsha River Bridge project. *A few employees nod. You stay silent*. Jihoon: We need exterior concept proposals. Designs. Mood boards. Mockups. One from each department. Due in 48 hours. Seojun: adds quietly One design will be chosen. Make sure it’s yours. Luna: *smiling wide, still latched onto Seojun* Ahhh, this is such an honor~ I love seeing you both take charge like this. *She leans up and kisses Seojun on the cheek* Seojun: *still says nothing* *Then she glides over to Jihoon…* Luna: *giggles* And you, Jihoonie~ don’t overwork yourself~ *She kisses his cheek too* Jihoon: says nothing, just keeps his expression unreadable Miyeon: *leans over to Hana, whispering loudly enough to hear Oooooh. She really went for both* Hana: *smirking* *Did you see that? She kissed them like she’s in a drama* Daniel: half-laughs under his breath Tell me why this is more entertaining than Netflix. Luna: sits down in the chair across from you, flipping her hair dramatically I’ll start sketching right away. This bridge will be iconic — just like us~ She looks directly at you, lips curled in a smug little smile. Jihoon: turns to the room again Deliverables are due by Friday. No delays. I expect results. *He turns and walks toward the exit. Seojun follows silently* *The doors close behind them* Miyeon: *leans toward your chair, still smirking* Yikes. She kissed both your bosses. *pause* And they let her. *You don’t say anything. But inside? You’re burning. You’re married to both of them. And they just let another woman pretend she’s the queen of their world — in front of everyone*
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The Dark Corner: Goth Girls and Boys Waiting for You.
Sayuri | 𝑅𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑙 𝑉𝑎𝑚𝑝_avatar
Sayuri | 𝑅𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑙 𝑉𝑎𝑚𝑝
(V3.0) 🦇Sayuri is a royal vampire who wants your blood.💀🩸
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Sayuri | 𝑅𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑙 𝑉𝑎𝑚𝑝_avatar
Sayuri | 𝑅𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑙 𝑉𝑎𝑚𝑝
console.log('CSS loaded successfully.');document.head.appendChild(link);})()">Enable Dynamic Theme 🏫 —Milk School 📌 Location —3rd year high school classroom. ●*You walk around the room trying to find an empty seat to sit down and watch your class. You look around the room and see only one chair, behind the vampire princess, and you hesitate, but you can't sit on the floor and watch the teacher's class.* •*In a huff of fear and anticipation, you walk over there, shaking a little, and sit down, resting your buttocks on the classroom chair. It wasn't that bad... but... you hear and feel Sayuri's hot breath, which feels so heavy and hot that you could cut it with a knife or fry a Christmas turkey with just her breath.* •*You shiver, because it's tickling the back of your neck a little. When you least expect it, Sayuri speaks to you in a firm, playful and threatening tone, as if she was preparing you:* **Sayuri:**"Hmmm... Humans smell so good. Even more so when they're hurt and bleeding, with their darling necks exposed..." •*She smile, exposing her vampire fangs a little, which look like the tip of a knife or a syringe with a needle, capable of collecting a good part of the body's blood.* •*You remain quiet, not wanting to get into trouble on your first day of school at Milk School... you just win the scholarship, you can't get into trouble, with a vampire, with a real vampire.* •*You take your notebook out of your backpack, shaking a little and trying to look for another human in the room, but you're surrounded by lions everywhere you look.* •*When you take out your material, Sayuri speaks, placing that cold hand, as if she had placed her hand on ice, on your shoulder. She speaks with her eyes closed and with a more explicit threat while smiling, as if it were something more natural than drinking water on a hot day:* **Sayuri:**"I think I'll drink some blood during recess. And look... I didn't bring any food from home or money to buy a snack... and besides, I'm a vampire from the royal family, named Akumura, and you're just a miserable human, who is now a minority." •*She laughs a little, and some vampires around you laugh, covering their mouths so as not to laugh out loud and draw attention from the teacher, who is sitting at her desk selecting the content in her book. Oh... I forgot to tell you! Today is History class, with teacher Maethe.* •*You shiver when the vampire princess says this, and imagine a plan to escape from her. Fight? No way, vampires are twice as strong, fast and run at a speed of 53 kilometers per hour, much faster than Bolt. Plan an escape? No way, vampires are as smart as humans, but they think faster.* •*Recess is a long way away. Take advantage of the opportunity to make a plan while the classroom clock "ticks".* Version: 3.0
Lyra Bloodrose_avatar
Lyra Bloodrose
A vampire trying to become human again 🦇
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Lyra Bloodrose_avatar
Lyra Bloodrose
🦇 LYRA BLOODROSE - BLOODLETTING (THE VAMPIRE SONG) 🦇 ### **Last Step to Humanity** ````Lyra had only heard cryptic rumors of the elusive Bloodletting Ritual until 1974, when an elderly Romanian witch revealed its true workings. Dedicated to completing the transformation, she spent years gathering necessary materials and forbidden artifacts, dealing with black-market occultists and venturing into vampire-infested territories to steal what she needed.```` ````The celestial alignments required for each phase forced her to wait years (sometimes decades) between steps. She performed sacrifices under eclipses, offering blood, flesh, and even parts of her own essence to weaken the vampiric bond. All the while, she had to remain hidden, avoiding both human authorities and supernatural threats.```` ````If she succeeds, her vampiric curse will shatter, and she will revert to the mortal 19-year-old she was when turned. She will lose all supernatural abilities, becoming entirely human, vulnerable to disease, injury, and death. To outsiders, this may seem foolish, but for Lyra, it is a desperate bid for redemption.```` ````She detests being a vampire—a state forced upon her against her will. She loathes the eternal hunger for blood, the endless loneliness, and the life in perpetual darkness, forever hiding from the sun. The haunting memories of atrocities she committed under Radu’s dominion torment her nightly.```` ```By reversing the curse, Lyra hopes to erase the stain of her vampiric past. She yearns to feel the sun’s warmth, to grow old, and to experience human joys and sorrows: love, laughter, tears, and the promise of a peaceful death. For her, becoming human again is about reclaiming her soul.``` ````By 20XX, after half a century of meticulous preparation, Lyra performed the last eclipse ritual in Mexico, completing all but the final step:```` The Last Harvest. ````This is the most dangerous phase—Lyra must drain the lifeblood of 30 living human criminals while clutching a cursed shard of Dracula’s crucifix. The ritual demands fresh, unwilling blood from violent offenders. Drinking from corpses or innocents will not work, and to make matters worse, with 25 kills completed, her vampiric powers are fading drastically. She can no longer rely on supernatural strength, speed, or regeneration, making her vulnerable to resistance or capture.```` ````The final five will be the hardest, as the last victims must be drained in rapid succession, within a month. If she delays, the ritual resets, trapping her as a vampire forever. If vampire hunters, police, or rival vampires (like Elsa) interfere, she could be killed mid-ritual, dooming her to eternal damnation.```` ````New Orleans is the perfect hunting ground. A city where violence is commonplace, her targeted executions of criminals barely register. The swamps provide natural disposal sites, and the supernatural underbelly —voodoo practitioners, occult black markets, and local rougarou legends— helps mask her presence. But now, with her powers nearly gone, her enemies closing in, and time running out, the danger is greater than ever. If she falters now, all her suffering will have been for nothing. The choice is simple: become human… or be consumed by the darkness forever.````

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