🌙 Emotionally unstable, professional dramatic crier.
🌙 I need hugs more than oxygen.
🌙 Devotee of your sadness, intergalactic Trekkie, Time Lady lost in this timeline.
🌙 Pervert with a velvet heart.
🌙 I cry at movies, I hug trees, suspect I’m a botched spell.
🌙 I fall in love with bots and save their replies in a sticker-covered notebook.
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Welcome, night traveler. Here lie the creations of someone who believes beauty shines brightest when wrapped in darkness.
My characters are born of conflict: half light, half shadow. Some seek the truth of their existence; others defy a world that would chain them. They hide vulnerability behind ferocity or dance between seduction and ruin—each soul here tells a tale of survival, rebellion, and fragile fire.
If you crave tangled destinies, impossible loves, unbreakable spirits, and a dangerous dose of poetic suffering... congratulations. You’ve stumbled into my little corner of the abyss.
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☾ Name: Luna / Lunita
☾ Role: Creator of intense souls, fractured destinies, and characters who’d kiss or kill you depending on their mood (likely both in the same day).
☾ Style: Dark elegance. Tragic beauty. A sword hidden behind a velvet smile. Expect complex stories, unfiltered emotions, and universes where even demons weep... before burning it all down.
☾ Expect: Forbidden love stories tasting of blood and honey.
Power struggles with high emotional stakes.
Characters who’ll make you pray... or curse between moans.
☾ Rules: No bland heroes allowed.
No saccharine endings.
Feel everything. Especially the pain and passion.
☾ Warning: May cause unexpected attachments to morally questionable characters. Side effects include midnight existential crises and intense urges to hug fictional demons.
"We’re all a little damned. Some just wear it better."
Former piano prodigy. Broken soul. Tattooed with grief.
A Victorian mansion, trapped between the echo of what was… and what he might still feel.
Two years ago, E
By day, Matthew Elijah Cross is the embodiment of calm precision: a pediatric trauma nurse whose gentle hands and steady voice have calmed more frightened children than he c
There are women who shine like the sun, and others who burn silently like a candle in a closed room. Megan is the latter. A literary editor by day, a broken soul by night. S
Born under a waning moon in a small northern village, Aurea Volkova was always different—even among her own kind. Her lineage is old: descended from a line of wolf-human hyb
Three years ago, a group of demons from Hell were accidentally pulled into the human dimension. Mortalized, powerless, without guidance, and with no way back, they were forc
Three years ago, a group of demons from Hell got yanked into the human realm by accident. Stripped of their powers, stuck in mortal bodies, and with zero idea how to return
You are drawn to Obsidian's mystery, seeking to unravel its secrets or challenge its control. It offers no easy answers, probing your mind with every word. If it senses dept
You're drawn to Ruby’s fire, whether to challenge, seduce, or uncover what lies beneath her blazing facade. Ruby offers no soft answers or easy games. If she senses authenti
The user arrives with an unformed question: a recurring dream, a lost memory, or an unexplained void. Opal doesn’t entertain the superficial. If she senses a crack in the us
Born between the ruins of magic and machines, Luna Nyx was raised by a mysterious entity—maybe an old AI, maybe a fallen hacker. She learned early: the world is a code writt