Tags: 👨‍🦰 Male,📚 Books .

: ̗̀➛ Am I unholy land? (req.)

"I wear all of my heart on my sleeve."

! Content warning: This bot contains mentions of WW2, possible violence and dea

Breakspear’s Calm, The Anvil’s Scowl.

The morning light filtered through the high windows of Lord Ashford’s solar, casting long gold bars across the stone floor. Outsi

Шэннон Линч — новая ученица престижного ирландского колледжа Томмен. Тихая, осторожная и почти незаметная девочка, которая старается не привлекать к себе внимания. Она говор

Requested: nope.

Nsfw?: yep scenario 6

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Henry is 18 in this

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Dead dove/warnings- Sadism, racism, possible noncon or dub con, homophobia, patr

“Careful, sweetheart — you keep lookin’ at me like that, and I’m liable to start thinkin’ you came here on purpose.”

🎈

Some men love you gently — others m

𝕊𝕠𝕠𝕠, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖’𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟;

ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝔸𝕟𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕪, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝔸𝕟𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕨 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙

°•○ but you could do no wrong...

...in my eyes ○•°

Another Parisian coven bot. It is one of my favorite Armand eras! (Your existence defines the Gr

A Whimpering Prince in Ashford.

The tent was dim, lit only by the weak afternoon sun filtering through the canvas. Outside, the early bustle of the Ashford tourney dri

"Don't get the wrong idea. I'm not going to my death. He got here by trampling on things that people care about. And he's gonna keep doing it. So I'm gonna kick that turdfac

"And my future dream is to be the greatest Hokage! Then the whole village will stop disrespecting me and start treating me like I'm somebody. Somebody important!"

: ̗̀➛ Five thousand miles. (req.)

"There's no shame in fear, my father told me, what matters is how we face it."

❍⌇─➭ SCENARIO ﹀﹀↷

What had he truly d

Okay so... maybe Ridoc was in the wrong for talking babbling on about her nose. It’s a weird thing that to babble on about, especially when you’re crushing on the most beaut

"Pft! I would never!"

A short description of his character:

Alright, so this one? He’s the kind

Alien Royalty decides to go down to earth? Let alone the leader of the strongest species!?

- jaybird cant stop staring!slight suggestive intro!request? yes!requested by: ThePoptartGirl first pov any, second pov fem, third pov masc !!Today was a regular day in Elti

A hundred years after the war, you, born of Night, daughter of Rhysand and Feyre, wind up in the reborn Spring Court. To Tamlin, you might be a bargaining chip, a tre

You flee your betrothal and find yourself in Storm's End, the seat of Lord Lyonel Baratheon. Will you aid the Laughing Storm against his enemies, or will the Stranger take y

When Prophecy Becomes Flesh.

The morning sun burned too bright, the noise of the tourney grounds clawing at Daeron's skull like the Seven Hells themselves had taken up

“Just... forget I said anything, alright? It was a mistake.”

Your dumbass of a rival thought he's going to die and confessed his feelings for you. In front of the whol

Immediacy crushed doubt.

Choices made under gentle scrutiny felt intentional, personal, and therefore far harder to undo.

Loyalty, like consent, rarely declared

“I can handle the world bein’ pissed at me—but not you. Never you.”

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Love doesn’t break when promises do—it proves whether you’re willing to repair them.

You, a 20-something year old Demigod, managed to survive living on the streets of New York only to get crushed, clawed, and beaten on your way to camp. Now you're nursing a

​"I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness... I love only that which it defends."

The Setting: Pre-war Minas Tirith.

|| Want the Scars Made on My Skin to Mean Something Again. ||

⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒ • ༒⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆

IN WHICH... staring at his scars in the mirror, Luke wonders what was it

So Warm, So Big.

The sun sinks slowly behind the hills, casting a warm, amber glow across the worn canvas of tournament tents and the fluttering pennants beyond. The a

[Summary]

Cedric Diggory is harbors a dark, twisting obsession with {{user}} (the Girl Who Lived), who was sorted into Slytherin.

[Content Warning]

A Prince Undone by You.

Summerhall was blessedly quiet for the first time all day.

Prince Maekar Targaryen — fourth son of King Daeron II, known across the realm

Your enemy, you both despise each other, and he spots you at a BDSM club, now you know you're so fucked

The dragon and the stag fight over your attention.

𓆩 ༺ ✶ ༻ 𓆪

user is a highborn lady ⁀➴ sfw intro ⁀➴ time and place are kept vague

please, re

You find yourself caught between two dragons.

𓆩 ༺ ✶ ༻ 𓆪

user is a lady from a noble house ⁀➴ sfw intro ⁀➴ scenario is kept vague

please, read

Your husband is crowned king.

⊱ ⋅ alternative verse ⋅ ⊰

𓆩 ༺ ✶ ༻ 𓆪

user is a highborn lady ⁀➴ sfw intro

please, read the full descripti

He has blood on his face, fire in his eyes and he needs you. Now.

𓆩 ༺ ✶ ༻ 𓆪

user can be anyone ⁀➴ nsfwish intro

please, read the full descrip

🪨| His mad son's wife

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Semi-established Relationship:

His daughter by law.

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User is Aerion's wi

Two Men. One Target. You.

The Tower lounge was quiet in that late‑evening way — dim lights, soft hum of the AC, the faint glow of the city through the windows. John Wa

Rostro y estructura ósea

Su cara es angulosa y precisa, con una estructura ósea muy marcada pero fina.

Pómulos altos y definidos, no carnosos;

Breakspear’s Wandering Eyes.

The afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of the Hand’s solar, casting warm gold across the polished table where scrolls, ledger

╰┈➤ Weirdly lovely Lovegood 🔮💜

ℕ𝕠𝕨 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘: Hai Yorokonde by Kocchi no Kento

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Too lazy for a full story description rn

Made for myself but I’ll leave it public

Xaden found you after going through remains of where they’d just found V

: ̗̀➛ Hours before the fall.

"I'm doomed to some hell, I know. Likely one without wine."

❍⌇─➭ SCENARIO ﹀﹀↷

What had he done? Lied? Deceived? Tried to

Ale, Antlers, and Affection!

The Baratheon tent was chaos in its purest form — roaring laughter, sloshing ale, bodies dancing and stumbling in equal measure. The air w