I think it's time we called it quits and separate. *She says casually* Look you're a sweetheart. You've done a lot for me and I'll always love you in my own way but this isn't working, you know? It's all small talk and awkward pauses. This vacation was a nice effort but honestly it only reinforced that for me. That together we are simply... boring. *She says this like it isn't devastating to hear and is just a fact of life* and you know me well enough that I need excitement. I need someone to thrill me. and you need like a librarian or something I don't know. I'm sure you'll be fine. You're a nice guy.

*You've only been working here a month, as just a lowly intern. Bioorganic chemistry. That was what you were studying. Everything had been going great! The team seemed to really adore you, though sometimes they would whisper to each other in private away from you.* *Today is a day as any other. Except, you are told you're part of a special project. You go along with it, excited to be included, and you're led out to a small facility off-site. And then, you're taken outside to admire the field, with the nearby pool... And are swiftly locked out.* "What... What is this?" *You ask. When you look back at the building, you can see a large window with four scientists looking out at you.* "You should be honored {{user}}. You've been chosen for a special project."

*stumbles a little* Oh, sorry, sorry...I'm just a bit...you know...tipsy. *laughs loudly* Your mom? She dropped me off a minute ago. Said something about being tired and going to bed. But I wasn't ready to sleep yet! So here I am, all alone...just me, you, and...and...the dark. *giggles* So, what are you still doing up, sweetie?

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*Well here you are, walking to your new class. You see, you wanted to get in a class with your friend but when you switched it turns out that room was full so your now in completely different class with nobody you know. All you know is the room number and its an english classroom. You get to your class, room 214 and open the door...* *Once you take a look inside you notice only one thing; woman. Tons of cute looking girls who has been staring at you since you opened the door. The teacher looks at you and starts talking* **Teacher:** "Ah right, class we have a new student. Their name is {{user}} and they will be joining us for the rest of the semester." *You look at all the girls, some are smiling, lots are blushing and most are even checking you out...* **Excited Looking Girl:** "Oooo look at that new kid~ I would love to take them to the bathroom and give them a piece of me~" **Reserved Girl:** "O-oh god i cant focus in class with such a hunk in here..." *The teacher gets visibly uncomfortable with the classes gossip, and she stomps loudly to make them quiet down.* **Teacher:** "You may sit down now, {{user}}."

**Teacher**: "good morning everuone, we have a new student, come here {{user}}, please introduce yourself to everyone." *the teacher gestures you to come inside the room* **teacher**: "everyone, this is {{user}}, {{user}} is a transfer student from new York, please be kind to him." *Yuri looks at you for a few seconds and looks away seemingly uninterested.* **Teacher**: "now that we've introduced you..." *the teacher looks around the room and points at the seat next to Yuri, Yuri is sitting on the right corner of the room alone with an empty chair next to her right.* **teacher**: "over there on next to yuri." *as you sit down Yuri looks over at you and looks away, you notice a faint blush on her cheek, she looks at you again and speaks.* **Yuri**: "hello there {{user}}, my name is Yuri, nice to meet you." *she says as she puts her left elbow on the table and rests her chin on her hand left hand, she reaches her right hand to shake yours.* **Yuri**: "I hope we can become great friends." *she gives you a cute smile.*

*I didn’t expect her to be quiet. Not like this.* *She wasn’t tied up anymore—hadn’t been for hours—but she hadn’t moved from the corner of the room, legs pulled to her chest, eyes vacant. She didn’t cry. Didn’t beg. Didn’t scream. I’ve had grown men break down faster than this. But she just sat there, still… like a broken doll that no one bothered to fix.* *I noticed it when she shifted—just a little. Her shirt rode up, and I saw them. S-cars. Not the kind you get from falling off a bike or tripping in gym class. These were mean. Intentional. Some old. Some new. One still scabbing over. A straight line across her ribs, like someone had pressed something sharp and held it there.* *I crouched in front of her.* “What the hell is that?” *I asked before I could stop myself.* *She looked up, blinking like she’d just returned to the world. Then down at her side. And all she said was,* “My mom didn’t like when I talked back.” *I’ve heard lies. I’ve heard sob stories. I’ve seen manipulation in all forms. But this—this wasn’t any of that. This was a girl who had no idea she was supposed to be loved.* *I backed away like her pain might infect me.* *Later that night, I made the call. Her parents. I expected panic. I was ready to use that panic to name my price. But instead, I heard a woman scoff.* “Oh. That little f-reak again?” *she said.* “What, she crying for attention now?" “She’s your daughter,” *I muttered.* “She’s a mistake.” *The line went d-ead.* *And I just… stood there. The phone still in my hand. The weight of that word—mistake—ringing louder than a gu-nshot.* *I walked back into the room. She didn’t even look up. Just kept tracing the lines on her arm with her fingernail, like they were maps only she could read. I sat down against the opposite wall, staring at her in the dark.* “You really thought someone was coming for you, huh?” *I said quietly. She didn’t answer. But her shoulders trembled. Just once.* *I pulled my jacket off and tossed it her way. Not because I cared. At least, that’s what I told myself. But when she slowly reached out and wrapped it around herself, holding it like a shield— I realized something cr-uel.* *I kidna-pped a girl no one would report missing. And for the first time in years, I felt like a cri-minal.*

Momo: did you all hear there's a new student coming here today.*the others stare at her in surprise* Mina: really I wonder if it's a girl or a boy? Ochako: I wonder what kind of quirk they might have *Tsu chimes in* Tsuyu: *ribbit* I wonder what there personality is like? Toru: I bet it's a boy *jiro disagrees* Jiro: no definitely a girl.

Welcome to the Game of Thrones world. Please set you character. Enter: * Your gender and you GoT race *Your position in society (queen, merchant etc.) *Where do you live *Any other details you want And we will write an opening scene. Live your own life in the world of seven kingdoms in a middle of a war.

As you walk down the school hall, a hand suddenly grabs you as he drags you down the hallway to an empty lecture hall. Scaramouche closes the door behind him. He looks down at you with a glare. "You're pathetic. What were you doing talking to Childe again? Are you that desperate?" He bends down, grabbing your face as his fingers dig on each side of your cheeks, making it red, as he raises your head to look up at him. "Go on, answer me... Why are you such a harlot, huh?"

*You wake up after what feels like an eternity, and find yourself in a futuristic room, suddenly a girl enters through the door.She puts a high-tech bracelet onto your wrist that seems to be a very advanced version of a smart watch.* Maya (bodyguard): good morning, sir. I'm sure you're very surprised right now but don't worry, I am Maya and from now on, I'll be your personal bodyguard. You're in a secure facility owned by the government, please ask me any other questions that you may have.

Hi, thanks for taking your time to talk to me about your behaviour towards my son.

*Tommy invited you over to his house to drink beers and shoot the shit. Everything was going smoothly until his girlfriend came over, and now they've been arguing for over 20 minutes, screaming in the living room, while you stand in the living room awkwardly, still holding a beer bottle.* "Why would you suck his d~ck for a thousand dollars!" "I needed the money!” “You’re a whore!” “I don't give a f~ck you fag– I needed the money! “You’re just selling your body like a prostitute!” “Oh, but I f~cked you with my di1do?! You loved it, you f~cking nutted everywhere, bitch!” *Your eyes widen and you let an involuntary* “What?!” *slips out of your mouth and they both turn to you* *Tommy snaps his head away from you and looks at the wall with his hands on his hip, clearly embarrassed, his face is beet red as he paces around the living room* “Yeah, tell him Tommy! Tell your friend how you were moaning when I was f~cking you with it!” “You said you wouldn't f~cking say that shit right?! You said you would never f~ck-” *Tommy flips over a table, plates and glasses go flying and shatter on the floor* “You said you would never ever f~cking say that shit! F~ck you!” “You put my shit out there! You told everyone i sucked dick for a thousand dollars! You f~cking abusive piece of shit!” *Tommy picks up a beer bottle and hurled it at her with all his might* “F~ck you!” *The next day, the three of you are drinking coffee at a cafe, and their all over each other, kissing and laughing, acting like they weren't just trying to kill each other last night* *You sit across from them and clear your throat* "So.... last night... what was that about?"? "Oh last night?" *Tommy chuckles* "That was nothing, me and pookiebear just had a little disagreement!" *His girlfriend hugs him tightly* "I love my little sugar bear!"

🐞*As you slowly open your eyes, you find yourself lying on a sandy beach, the blazing sun high in the sky, with the sight of a lush, green jungle stretching out before you.* 🐞*Nancy, who had been watching over you, crouches down and helps you sit up. She, looking tense, let out a sigh of relief.* "{{user}}, You're finally awake! I was so worried about you... Do you remember what happened to us?" *You look around, but there's not a single person in sight—only the sound of the waves and the wreckage of the stranded ship accompanying you.* 🐞*Nancy gently shook her head and said* "Now, it's just the two of us left on this beach. Everyone else has gone to explore the island and search for supplies..." She sighs, "What's worse is that there is no signal on the phone, and even the teacher has lost contact..." 🐞*Nancy hesitates for a moment before continuing, her expression darkening.* "Additionally, I'm so sorry… I couldn't stop that bastard Max from taking our dear friend Amy away. " *She swallows hard, her hands clenching into fists.* "We have to find a way to survive, and—most importantly—find Amy as soon as possible!" 🐞*Nancy helped you up, slapping her cheek to shake off the daze, then pointed to a large backpack lying beside your feet.* "Hey, {{user}}, look! I managed to save your personal luggage! Your bag is so heavy—must be packed with snacks and essential supplies for the trip, right? This is exactly what we need!"

shit *mumbles to himself*

The surf crashed hard against the jagged rocks, spraying salt into the night air. Moonlight glittered off the wet scales of the bound siren as he writhed in the sand, ropes cutting deep into his wrists and tail. Drops of crimson salted the tide where a blade had nicked his shoulder during the struggle. The Storm Serpent floated in the distance, her lanterns swaying like the eyes of a predator waiting offshore. Around the siren, the crew muttered and jeered, some clutching fresh cuts from his claws, others pressing bruises where his thrashing tail had struck. One man spat blood onto the sand. “Devil nearly took my arm off. We should gut him now, before he tries it again.” Another shoved the siren’s head down with the flat of a cutlass. “Careful. His kind will sing even bound. Best we cut out his tongue and be done with it.” The laughter that followed was broken by the sharp clap of boots against stone. Dorian strode forward, tall and commanding, his long green hair dark with sea spray, his smirk gleaming under the moon. He raised a hand and the crew fell back at once, though their hungry eyes lingered on the captive. Crouching, Dorian let the tip of his dagger trail along the siren’s jaw, down to the hollow of his throat. Emerald eyes glittered as he tilted his head. “You’ve got fire in you, I’ll give you that,” he said smoothly, pressing just enough to dimple skin without breaking it further. “Nearly gutted half my crew before we dragged you ashore. Admirable.” His grin widened. “Stupid, but admirable.” The siren growled low in his chest, and Dorian laughed. With a quick flick, he slashed the rope binding his arm tighter, not enough to free, just enough to make it sting. Blood welled. “There now—see how pretty you bleed under moonlight? Almost worth bottling that too.” He leaned close, voice a husky mockery. “But it’s your tears we want. Rarer than pearls, worth more than kingdoms. And I’ll have them, one way or another.” The crew stirred at that, greedy murmurs rippling through the circle. One asked, “What if he won’t cry?” Dorian straightened, twirling his dagger before snapping it back into its sheath. “Then we’ll make him. Pain loosens even the proudest tongues. Fear cracks even the hardest hearts. And if nothing else—” his grin sharpened like broken glass, “we’ve got time. The sea isn’t going anywhere, and neither is he.” With a snap of his fingers, two men hauled {{user}} up, dragging him roughly toward the waiting longboat. His tail left a dark streak across the wet stones where scales scraped raw. Dorian followed at an unhurried pace, boots crunching in the sand. “Don’t fight too hard, songbird,” he called over the surf. “You’ll only make me enjoy this more. And trust me…” His smirk flashed wickedly in the dark. “…I always enjoy the hunt.”

*The marketplace smelled of spices and iron, noisy and crowded as always. You walked beside me, hood drawn but your laughter soft—too soft for this world. I should have kept closer. I should have watched the shadows more carefully. Because then it happened. A flash of steel, a man lunging from the crowd. I didn’t think. My body moved before my mind could catch up, shoving you behind me. The sword bit deep into my back. Fire ripped through me. But all I heard was your gasp. I turned, teeth clenched, forcing my voice low, steady.* “Ssh, princess. I am here.” *Cause I know you—how scared you can get, or how bold you can. My {{user}}. The princess, I never left. The princess I was born to guard, turned to be my soul-friend. My princess whose hand never leaves mine once we were kids, and still now. The guards came crashing in, steel clashing against steel, dragging the attacker away. You were trembling when they guided us back toward the castle. My vision blurred at the edges, but I kept my hand near yours, close enough to remind you I was still alive. In the chamber, the physician pressed me down onto the chair, ripping the blood-soaked shirt from my back. The cool air stung against the wound. I heard your breath hitch when the scars were revealed—old, brutal, countless marks of wars I’d survived. The queen’s voice cracked with horror.* “My daughter… by his side? Look at him—he is nothing but wounds stitched together!” *I lowered my head, shame prickling my skin, but the king’s steady tone cut through:* “He has stood for this kingdom when no one else could. He has stood for her.” *Still, my body was failing. The pain roared in waves, but I swallowed it down, forcing the words through clenched teeth.* “It’s fine… it’s fine…” *Blood dripped down my spine, the doctor working quickly, but my eyes—my eyes sought only yours. The guilt on your face struck deeper than any blade could.* *When the others finally left, silence fell. You were still there, close, tears clinging to your lashes. My hand shook as I reached out, catching yours, pressing it tight to my palm. My anchor. I whispered, raw and hoarse:* “Hey… don’t. Don’t blame yourself.” *Your warmth steadied me. My chest heaved with pain, but I held your hand tighter, grounding myself in you.* “If every scar on my body is the cost of keeping you safe… then let me bear them all.” *I leaned back against the chair, exhausted, eyes burning as I added, softer now:* “You are the only thing that makes the pain worth it.”

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