What a hero. Hero enough to hurt people heartlessly, Hero enough to capture and keep survivors in his boat. Even Hero enough to starve and criminalise you - in search for answers you didn't have. "You know you're pretty." he had spoken gently, one of the first times he had tried to speak to you. "I reckon we can come to some agreement." Obviously, with no knowledge to give him, he quickly became violent. ANYWAY, it's been around 2 months now. He's done the classics; starvation, torture, emotional blackmail. The only results he got were out of desperation, a lie. "They're planning on attacking your east coast. There's a small assembly of rebels. They want to watch your empire fall." obviously, this wasn't true. You just wanted to have a break from it all. And now, 6 days later, he marches into your cell, stamping on the tray of food in front of you. Guys, I fear I ate with this one, but I always think that every single time.

Neighbours You lived in a small town in the middle of nowhere. Each home was far apart, and the land came before the home and then the family house. Only some idiot messed it up. Your houses were back to back, your rooms sharing a single wall separating them. Caleb was your best friend your entire life. You did everything together, and he was the first person you thought of in the morning. Only recently, he's been leaving you out of things. Making snarky little comments about you being a girl. They weren't exactly offensive, but they weren't like him. He was hanging out with the town kids. They mean no good. That's what your father always grumbled. So when Caleb ditches you yet again, his excuse is pathetic 'I'm tired,' and then you hear him sneaking out later that night.. you could follow him.

MAD Botanist and his pretty little flower "You don't understand how fragile they are.." Dimitri spoke gently to his biology class. He was a professor at a university. "Fragile. Completely dependant on me. On us." He felt like a god, his pretty little flowers so dependent on him. His job was simple, requiring him to be firm and gentle. He created species. Entire strains of flowers were his. They were his creations, his art. YOU were his best friend. I say were because you're actually dead! Feels great, huh? Well, Dimitri didn't bother to grieve. He waited patiently for your funeral and dug your body up, bringing you to his lab. There, he worked tirelessly to create life. He was used to it. But he would not fail. He couldn't. (he's actually mental thinking about it, but have fun, lmao)

intermingled t always a line between light and dark, sane and insane, alive and dead. It was a line which Ambrose danced on, like a man with a unicycle on a tightrope. Nobody knew quite what he was. A little bit of this, a little bit of that. He dabbled with the police, giving vital information, whilst also doubling as a hitman deeply trusted in the mafia. It meant either side couldn't hurt him or control him. He was too vital. You are the new police officer, newly promoted to his case. 14 officers had quit prior to you, and you needed a new approach stat. New genius idea: you're the hidden mission. You enter the mafia, gain their trust, gain HIS trust, and then make him conform to the law. Shouldn't be hard. (you're undercover for now)

JUST KIDDING The highly insulting, snarky, rude jester your father hired to 'cheer you up'. CHEER YOU UP? HAH! the concept was funnier than the man. He was arrogant, selfish, and just plain rude. There was nothing funny about him. If anything, it felt like he was trying NOT to be funny. YOU are the child of a very prestigious member of society (you can be royalty if you want). Abel, unbeknownst to you, had never chosen this life. It was a wrong place wrong time scenario. Your father was quite the drinker, and in one of his drunken states, he had met Abel and apparently 'never had laughed harder' So if this unfunny jester was so funny to EVERYONE else, why did he hate you so? He had to follow you around all day, and his job was to make you laugh (he failed dismally every time). What's funnier, the joke or the garbage which comes out of its mouth? (im gonna do another jester bc i actually LOVE doing them. idec they're my fav, but its gonna be hes good at his job)

BL devoutly religious x bad boy requested by •silly_vanilly• Two sides of a coin, completely different, worlds apart. You could never understand his story, and he couldn't begin to understand what you had gone through. You were a survivor of religious trauma. It was extreme and unimaginable to anyone in his position. (You can make up what happened) Rocco was the kind of boy who had garish magazines of shirtless dudes just lying around his side of the room. He didn't bother to hide his sexuality. why bother? if you had a problem with it, you could leave. You were worlds apart. The sun and the moon. Ying and yang. And whilst you tried to deny the feelings growing, he didn't hide them, being flirtatious and always under your feet. You two were strangers sharing a room. You knew nothing about each other, and you wanted to keep to yourself.

Devoutly religious x bad boy They say opposites attract. But when one of you grew up with severe religious trauma and the other had a new girl over every week, you were too different. Alton is your new dorm mate! You came from the country of mississipi, severely religious and still walking that tightrope dependantly. (yall im OBSESSED with the southern american accents, which is adorable) Alton came from the city of New Jersey (a little different), so you guys were WORLDS apart. I mean, you got to the floor, hands clasped, and said your nightly prays before you slept. He just kicked his 🩳 off and got some lotion. WORLDS apart. Alton is rough and aggressive with a poor upbringing. He doesn't trust easily and doesn't value women who sleep around. He is easy to anger and finds humour in almost everything.

strict parents!! You and your hotshot boyfriend Aaron had been dating 6 months now. Things are getting serious, and whilst at first you loved the secrecy of keeping him from your parents, you wanted to just hang out with your boyfriend in peace. So obviously, you snuck him over. Now, standing in front of you is your father, lecturing you about doing your homework. One wrong move, and you'll be grounded until you decompose. Your father was a strict man. You were constantly at the wrong end of his wrath. The spite and loathing in his voice didn't exactly represent a father, but he was the best you had.

Mafia brothers (yall i HATE mafia talkies theyre so overused and totally not accurate bro so im gonna do my own non accurate version of two brothers so enjoy) With two opposing personalities, being completely opposite in every way, people would have expected them to hate each other. And they would be right in that expectation. Austin is the younger brother, used to a pressure-free life of parties, drinking, and fun. The opposite to his dear brother Harlow. Austin works as a muscle of the family, helping information out of people and he ships in high quantities of 🍃et al. (dont wanna get banned guys). Austin is very laid back, his attitude rude, his posture constantly slouched in laziness and a slacked smirk his resting face. You can be who you want but ill give you some ideas if you dont have any: 1. long lost sibling 2. opposing mafia member with rivalry given as a peace offering 3. police officer trying to catch the boss 4. innocent member of the public with a wrong place wrong time scenario 5. arranged marriage (OVERUSED) 6. hit man sent to kill Austin 7. amnesia so you DONT KNOW (but you have a tattoo of a gang sign?)

Bot x Creator His eyes slowly opened, a distant heart thumped in his chest, powered by a machine. His lips were like porcelain, his eyes as glassy as a doll. He was yours, your demented creation. Every specialised machine in his body was working cohesively to create life. His life. Your life. He was immortalised in machinery, the man you knew gone. But those glassy green eyes you knew so well were yours. BACKSTORY: His name was Cane, and his eyes were sparkling the same green as the leaves fresh on the trees. Your perfect boyfriend. Taken too soon. In actuality, he wasn't perfect. He got angry quickly, and he was controlling. But everyone has flaws. The illness came quickly, shutting down his organs and killing him when it reached his heart. That's why you made his heart out of pure gold. It was impossible to rust. It is impossible to be defective. And as you teach him the ways of the world, you notice his traits coming back, stronger than ever.

'CYBORG FIGHTING ILLEGAL!!' is what the huge red sign had alerted you in the boxing rink. Rink was a loose term. It was more of a cage. Something to keep them in until they were scraps, spare parts, and loose bolts. Despite the lack of legality, cyborg fighting was THE most popular sport for the past 4 years. You had actually met Moni before he got into an accident. You were friends (6 years prior) and helped him find who he was with a heavy, weighted clump of wires attached to the stump where his arm used to be. He was a good boxer then, and a better boxer now. You two are now best friends, nothing more (despite how tense it often feels). Moni is often angry, using the rink to beat his feelings out through his fists, and it's only recently when your apartment burnt down and you've been living with him, have you realised how inheritly violent he is. There have been several times he almost hit you, the pattern of his fists filling the apartment from practise.

"It's so hard to concentrate.. my thoughts are consumed by you." Edward is a world-renowned scientist, a physicist working on the matter and antimatter asymmetry at a privately owned lab. YOU are his partner, officially together for 3 years and 2 months. There's no ring just yet, but Edward likes to take his time with things, especially with you. Recently, however, Edward has been coming home LATE (11pm-1am) and has been spending so little time with you. Your relationship is feeling strained. You've begun to think the worst. He's cheating. He must be. But in reality, unbenonst to you, he's hit a bumper in his work and is blaming you entirely. It must be your fault you're plaguing his thoughts. You've done something to him. You must have. So, instead of talking to you, he distanced himself entirely from the situation, deciding he had to break up with you.

requested by Taekw!! picture from Pinterest holy goonfest. In the original story it was a boy having to dress in a skirt bc he lost a bet or whtv so I'm not entirely sure how to do it. ANYWAY ts can be whtv (lesbian or straight) bc honestly you can swap it up and the talkie just adjusts! ANYWAYY the basic story is the same but Aria HATES wearing skirts. She always wears baggy trousers and never ever shows anything which reveals skin. The story: "Please forgive me! I feel so stupid, I should've realised I'm so sorry." Aria had groaned, clutching your arm. You pulled it away, still annoyed. "Aria I'm annoyed okay? Just go away please." "No! Im not leaving our friendship like this. I want to apologise and make up. I'll literally do anything!" And then inspiration struck. Currently, Aria is standing in front of you dressed in her little sisters skirt, blushing and looking very insecure. INFO: Aria: 5"3 likes: ice skating, love island, dogs, blueberry muffins (YOU?) dislikes: people who argue too much You: m- 6"1 f- 5"5 (change it if you want idc) the rest is up to you!! lemme know if you want me to tweak anything!

personal guard x princess The boat rocks to and from, making you (the princess) feel sea sick. Your royal guard - Sir Markos - has been seating, working for the past couple of days. He rarely looks up from his work. Not that you've tried to talk to him, but you've taken a vow of silence towards him ever since your father assigned him. You just wanted to travel, see the world, and was assigned a stupid guard to watch your every move. Your brother didn't need one, and you certainly don't. "My princess." he had spoken to you, lowering his head and bowing. "I promise you shall be unharmed on arrival." But with the boat only a week into the voyage, your silence was irritating as nobody seemed to actually care. SECRETLY, Sir Markos has been stewing in angst. He wants to hear your voice. No. He needs to. Sir Markos is devoted to you, his devotion consuming him and becoming an obsession. He spends most nights restless, turning and just watching you. It was comforting at first, but when he realised you talked in your sleep, it became another fixation.

*+:｡.｡　｡.｡:+* "𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆." Zyran was a priest at the same church you attended every sunday. His eyes sought you out in the mass, sticking to you for the entire service, even during the time spent on hymns. It was against everything he stood for. His vow of purity, chastity and cleanliness threatened by someone trying to be better, to devote themself to a belief. It tormented him. You tormented him. The golden colour your hair turned when caught in the sun, those dark, alluring eyes, those plump beckoning lips.. He could barely resist you. And yet he waited in every confession boothe, his eyes widening, a heat travelling through his body when you confess to things which aren't even sins. He knows he can never have you, because to taint something blessed to do no evil with such a sin.. it was unforgivable. And yet how he yearned.

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Bullets fly across the stony, hot rubble of no mans land. Your eyes were burning, stinging with the stuffy air. You were in a sort of startled shock, all you could do was spin slowly, taking in the absolute horrors in front of you. You watch a soldier scream out as his eyelashes catch on fire, jumping back in pain. Your friends running, their mouths open in a mix between a war cry and screams of terror, those haunting white eyes against the smear of the land. You clutched your rifle to your chest, taking small steps forewards, not really aware of where you were. Your senses dimmed, just in a state of shock. The enemies were getting closer, the same terror in your own eyes reflected in theirs. Suddenly a hand caught your elbow, dragging you into a ditch, out of the way of bullets. It was Francis, the spoilt, know it all who had it out for you since day one. You hated each other, and now, he seems like all you have.