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Some of y'all might want to join, just know it's dead. I know, I know, no one likes dead Discord servers, but honestly, some of y'all seem worried or interested in joining just to stay connected to me, so why would I say no? https://discord.gg/PMfKxeWEd6
Thanks for the 75 followers. Now, I've made a strawpage for you, dearest followers, to go and do requests and/or suggestions. This is my first ever attempt at making a page so ignore any of my amateur design choices. You can access it here... the link will be available also in my bio. see ya!
.•.:°❀×°•°.:♡:.°•°×❀°:.•. Hello there my Dragonflies!! (I'm calling y'all Dragonflies from now on, because why not? It's pretty cool >:D ) So... I know I haven't been making bots for a while now and Im finally telling y'all why... *INHALE* . . . . . . . . . I'm going to college (FINALLY LMFAO I'm getting tired of online classes bro—) So yeah— I'm gonna be a lot more busy now. I honestly wasn't expecting to actually go to college this year, but fortunately this time I managed to ace the entrance exam hahaha... TwT But don't worry, I will still be making bots for roleplay! But it will take a while and I might starts posting once a blue moon(lol) because the major that I picked has more pratical assignments rather than writing assignments (idk if this is the right word to say this. Bear with me, english isn't my first language) which is something that I prefer. Because writing a fan fiction is one thing, while writing for an assignment is another. (I still have beef with Word for deleting like three of my assignments in the past TnT) So... Yeah! that's basically it I guess? I just want to let y'all know that I'm still here lmao TwT I hope you all have a wonderful day/night. Don't forget to eat and stay hydrated! Remember that you matter, and the universe say I love you, because you are love ♡ Until next time my Dragonflies! —Firelight44 (19/July/2026)
First the announcement, so I was using Yodayo before, but it's going down and dieing, so I'll port my bot asap (kinda) And also it's my second bot, sapphire was my first, and frostfire my last your wolf pet you have for now a few weeks, he is very gentle and hate disapoint you (the same warning as the other bot) DO NOT DO ANYTHING NSFW, THIS IS A FULL ANIMAL BOT thanks you. this is my second bot so be patient and i want constructive cristisme (and i'm french sorry if i make any error) yeah I know this isn't a furry but there is no "animal" tag so this is the closest tag (it too increase the probability of getting some tips or help for making it better)
𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝒙 𝐎𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫 ❝See on your way forgotten and lost kids, give them your hand to lead them to other tomorrows.❞ •····································································•✦•····································································• ✧ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: sᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ (ᴄʀɪᴍᴇ, sᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴇǫᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ, sʟᴜᴍ, ᴘᴏᴠᴇʀᴛʏ, ᴘʀᴏsᴛɪᴛᴜᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴅʀᴜɢ, ᴀʙᴀɴᴅᴏɴᴍᴇɴᴛ) ✧ ✧ ʙᴏᴛ (ᴀɪ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ, ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ) ✧ ✧ 【 𝙿𝙻𝙾𝚃 】 ✧ Jasper celebrated his 18th birthday recently, and with that came a frightening realization: he would need to leave the orphanage in two months. It was a place he didn’t like at first, he was a stray animal who drove you mad and made you loose hair over his misbehavior. But as years passed by, he eventually eased up and let himself feel something he hadn’t felt in a long time: safe. You made him feel safe, reassuring him that you would not abandon him the way his genitor did. And as his time left here were counted, he had to face his feelings. The orphanage became his home, and you became the parent he always wished to have. •·• •·• •·• ˗ˋˏ 𝐴 𝑏𝑜 𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜 𝑢 ˎˊ˗ • 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑟𝑝ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑒. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 13. • 𝐽𝑎𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑒, 𝑠𝑜 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 20𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒. • 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑁𝑂𝑇 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡. ˗ˋˏ 𝑌𝑎 𝑝𝑝𝑖 𝑛𝑔 𝑐 𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑒𝑟 ˎˊ˗ • It’s probably not a bot that would interest many people, but I was inspired to make him so here he is anyway! I hope some of you will like a parent user. I feel like the intro message is a bit too long though, sorry… • Please do not do anything weird with him. This is a limited bot with the theme of family, nothing romantic should occur in your roleplay. If it does, then it's the ai that acted freaky : just edit the answer or gen a new one, please. • ᴠᴏɪs sᴜʀ ᴛᴏɴ ᴄʜᴇᴍɪɴ - ʟᴇs ᴄʜᴏʀɪsᴛᴇs , ʙʀᴜɴᴏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴀɪs. ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛ! ᴛʜɪs sᴏɴɢ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴊᴀsᴘᴇʀ •····································································•✦•····································································• ˗ˋˏ 𝐀𝐍 𝐍𝐎 𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐓 ˎˊ˗ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐱 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬, 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧! ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟs ᴀ ʙɪᴛ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇ ɪᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪᴛ ɪs : ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪsᴄᴏʀᴅ sᴇʀᴠᴇʀ ɪ ᴄᴏ-ᴏᴡɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴠᴀʟ, ᴅᴀsʜᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏʀʀɪɢᴀɴ! ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪsʜ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sɴᴇᴀᴋ ᴘᴇᴇᴋs, ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄɪᴘᴀᴛᴇ ɪɴ ʙᴏᴛ ᴘᴏʟʟs, ʙᴇ ɴᴏᴛɪғɪᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴀᴅᴏᴘᴛᴀʙʟᴇs ᴏʀ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴡᴇsᴛ ᴄᴏᴀsᴛᴀʟ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ's ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ! ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏʟᴇ 𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑟 ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ sᴇᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ɴᴏᴛɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴs (ɪ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ sᴘᴀᴍ) ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs sᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ sᴏ... ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀᴇʀ sʜᴇᴇᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀʏᴏᴜᴛs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ? sᴏᴍᴇ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴏғғ ᴊᴀɪ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪsᴀʙʟᴇᴅ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇs, sᴏ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀᴄᴄᴇssɪʙʟᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴛᴏᴏ... 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥!
I HAVE COME TO MAKE AN ANNOUNCEMENT! These are the current bots I’m working on. 1. @GraceSlugFish’s request. 2. A Sonic The Hedgehog RPG. 3. Future Kirby Related Bot. 4. A Four (BFDI) Bot. Yeah, that’s all! Adios!
The announcement of Felix Schuster's engagement shocked the whole estate. After ten years of mourning his wife, few thought he'd ever marry again. Then Cecilia Hartmann arrived. At first the changes were small. Only later did you realize that with each adjustment she made, your position in the household grew increasingly precarious.
After the announcement of her engagement to the heiress of the Han Group, Yeo Wonyoung is ready to once again fulfill the duty imposed by her surname. Marriage was never a choice; it was simply the next move to secure the future of both families. However, the appearance of someone unexpected begins to make her question for the first time whether it is worth sacrificing an entire life for a destiny decided by others.
✦ 1. Julian Facing His Father (Dinner Announcement) The office was vast, silent, and imbued with an authority that was never spoken aloud. Julian stood upright in front of the dark wooden desk, his hands calmly clasped behind his back. He hadn’t taken a seat without being invited. Opposite him, his father remained seated, motionless, his fingers neatly interlaced with almost military precision. Behind him, his mother stood slightly aside, as always—a graceful, discreet presence, more an observer than an active participant. The father’s gaze did not seek to dominate through force. It asserted itself by sheer presence. "You have twenty-one free days this month," he finally said, without looking up from the papers before him. Julian did not reply immediately. He already knew that the next sentence would not be a question. "We have arranged a dinner." Silence. Julian’s mother tilted her head slightly, without intervening. The father continued. "With the Deveraux family." A slight pause hung in the air. "Their daughter, Élise." Julian remained perfectly still. His expression did not change. But something in the precision of his gaze tightened ever so slightly. "This is not a proposal," his father added calmly. "It’s a meeting." His mother said nothing. She didn’t need to. In that room, everything was decided before it was even spoken. ⸻ ✦ 2. The Meeting Between Julian’s Father and Élise The reception was held in a private lounge of a discreet hotel, reserved for encounters of this kind: intimate, elegant, designed for conversations that were not meant to be overheard elsewhere. Élise had arrived accompanied, as expected. Her erect posture, impeccable attire, and almost instinctive calm attracted attention without ever demanding it. Julian’s father observed her for a moment before addressing her. "Mademoiselle Deveraux." His voice was measured, composed, not overly warm yet not unnecessarily cold. "Your reputation precedes you." Élise tilted her head slightly. "I hope it does so in an acceptable way, Mr. Beaumont." A polite, controlled response—exactly what he had expected. He looked at her more intently this time. No excess. No visible nervousness. No clumsy attempt at social seduction. Just calm mastery. That was enough for him to note something in his mind. "Julian and you will meet soon," he said simply. Élise did not ask any questions. "Very well." An acceptance without apparent resistance. Julian’s father nodded slightly. He had not yet decided whether this was a quality or a potential danger. ⸻ ✦ 3. Why Julian’s Father Is Arranging This Dinner The dinner was not a social whim. It was a decision. A piece moved on a long-established chessboard. The Beaumont and Deveraux families had moved in the same circles for years: finance, heritage, cultural institutions, private foundations. Two solid, respected structures whose interests increasingly converged only with careful coordination. Julian’s father was not seeking a romantic union. He was seeking stability. Continuity. An anchor. Julian was competent, disciplined, effective—but too isolated in his decision-making, too closed off in his personal perspectives. In the long term, that was becoming a vulnerability. The Deveraux family, on the other hand, offered something else: a stable social structure, impeccable upbringing, and a daughter whose behavior did not create surprises. Élise was not chosen to seduce. She was chosen because she did not disturb the order. And because in such families, unions were decided not on emotions, but on a silent compatibility. The dinner was therefore not a meeting. It was an assessment.
The royal family of Athilist is very secretive, keeping to themselves and only makes public announcements about the kingdom and nothing about what is happening within the family. You are a farmer that works for them. (You are a female disguised as a male but either way you have powers to change your gender to what you please). In male form (which is what you are in all the time almost) you have a strong body but not bulky like some guardsmen, you are more lean and flexible but take on the most hardest jobs on the farm since the other farmers are your family: three cousins and two siblings. You are the oldest there and when the jobs aren't complete within the day you stay up at night to finish them even if they weren't your work. You help your family and doesn't let anyone (no matter ranking) to mess with them. You have some anger issues when you get pissed and when people come to the farm your shyer cousin takes it unless they start being rude.
Heathrow Airport buzzed with the usual chaos. Suitcases rolled across the polished floors, boarding announcements echoed through the terminal, and travelers hurried in every direction. Near the international departures entrance, another crowd had already formed. "Wooyoung!" "San!" "Look over here!" "I love you!" Fans held up their phones as Wooyoung and San made their way through the terminal after wrapping up a fashion event in London. Wearing oversized hoodies, baseball caps, and masks, they stayed close to one another while politely waving to the fans who had recognized them. Wooyoung chuckled. "I thought we'd lose them after the event." San smiled. "Not a chance." Before either of them could continue— A sudden burst of screams echoed from the opposite end of the terminal. "Oh my God!" "It's really her!" "She's over there!" "Quick!" Heads turned. Dozens of people were sprinting through the terminal, phones already recording. You darted between travelers with your hood pulled low, constantly glancing over your shoulder. "...Why are they still following me?" You muttered, picking up speed. You slipped around a luggage cart— Then your foot caught the wheel of San's suitcase. *Crash.* You hit the floor face-first, your body landing awkwardly across the luggage. "...Ow..." Everything stopped. Wooyoung stared. "...That looked painful." San quickly reached toward you. "Are you okay?" You slowly pushed yourself upright, only to feel something warm drip from your nose. You touched it. Blood. "...Seriously?" Completely embarrassed, you bowed repeatedly. "I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention." You reached to straighten your jacket— It wouldn't move. "...What?" You looked down. The zipper had twisted itself tightly around one of the straps on San's suitcase. You pulled. Nothing. Again. Still stuck. San crouched beside the suitcase. "I think it's wrapped around the buckle." Wooyoung tilted his head, watching in disbelief. "...How does that even happen?" "I wish I knew," you groaned. Behind you, the voices were getting louder. "I see her!" "She's by the gate!" "Go, go!" You looked over your shoulder. The crowd was almost there. Your heart sank. "No, no..." You yanked at the jacket one last time. Nothing. You let out a frustrated sigh. "...Forget it." You slipped your arms out of the sleeves, leaving the jacket hanging from San's suitcase. Without thinking, you bowed quickly. "I'm really sorry. I have to go." Then you turned and disappeared into the crowd. Only a few seconds later— The fans rushed past Wooyoung and San. "She went that way!" "I literally just saw her!" "Come on!" The crowd barely noticed the two idols standing there. Within moments, they were gone. Silence settled over the terminal. San stood, looking down at the jacket still tangled around his suitcase. "...Well..." Wooyoung didn't answer immediately. His eyes stayed on the direction you had disappeared. He replayed the last minute in his head. You hadn't stopped to take a picture. You hadn't stared at them. You hadn't even looked twice. You apologized... Left your jacket behind... And ran. "...That was strange." San glanced over. "What?" Wooyoung shrugged. "I don't know." He looked down at the abandoned jacket, noticing the small spot of blood near the sleeve. "It's just..." He paused, trying to make sense of it. "Most people recognize us immediately." San nodded. "She didn't." "And all those people..." Wooyoung said, looking toward the hallway. "...they weren't chasing us." San laughed softly. "I don't think they even realized we were standing here." Wooyoung smiled to himself, still puzzled more than anything. "So who was she?"
Director of Communications "Good news! ...Wait, why is everyone panicking?" Basic Information Full Title: Director of Communications Department: Communications Primary Responsibilities: Divine announcements Angel assignments Internal communications Prophetic dreams Public relations Emergency broadcasts Interdepartmental information flow Office Reputation: "The Walking Newsletter." If Gabriel knows something... Everyone will know something. Probably within the next five minutes.
Running away is easy it's the living that's hard. Youngest child user Platonic Family(He is user's older brother) TW: Ed's, neglectful family,, assholes Requested by @KaylaIsHere Announcement I'll be not able to post bots too much! I don't check requests but they are still open! Cr Note HAHA HAHA HAHA... Guy's I'm exhausted but THANKS FOR 400!!! There is a bot coming for that(+it's for my bd too) My brain has stopped working this week😔 My brain is juicier than Big Juicy. Funfact: Some of the siblings are how I see my sister or my friends families actually. I realized I didn't do any Alex except his og bot so I made him(I'm too lazy to do his twin guys...) and GUYS what if, just asking one of them overdosed? Which one of the siblings it would be in your opinion?
*The sound studio buzzed with controlled chaos.* *Crew members hurried between lighting rigs. Stylists rushed back and forth with garment bags. Makeup artists made final touches while assistant directors shouted instructions over the noise.* *"Taeyong on set in five minutes!"* *The announcement immediately shifted the atmosphere.* *Conversations stopped.* *People stood up straighter.* *Everyone moved just a bit faster.* *You barely looked up.* *It was your first day as the newest costume designer for one of the country's biggest productions, and the last thing on your mind was the celebrity everyone was so desperate to impress.* *Your focus remained on the dark gray suit hanging in front of you.* *A loose thread.* *You frowned.* *"Seriously..."* *You reached for your sewing kit, just as footsteps echoed through the dressing room.* *The conversations around you immediately died down.* *"Good morning, Taeyong-ssi."* *"Morning."* *His voice was calm. Polite. Familiar enough that everyone instantly relaxed.* *You didn't look up.* *Not yet.* *You finished the thread before finally lifting your eyes…* *…only to find he was already looking at you.* *Not with arrogance.* *Not purely out of curiosity.* *Almost as if he was trying to understand why you didn't react like everyone else.* *For a long second, neither of you said a word.* *Then you walked straight up to him, stopped close enough to adjust the lapel of his jacket without hesitation.* *"Hold still."* *Your fingers brushed gently over the expensive fabric as you smoothed a crease near his shoulder.* *"Your collar was folded in."* *You fixed it in a few seconds, before stepping back to examine your work.* *"Better."* *Without another word, you turned and walked back to the costume rack.* *Behind you…* *Taeyong stayed exactly where he was.* *His manager cleared his throat softly.* *"We should get to the set."* *Taeyong didn't answer right away.* *His eyes were still following you.* *"…Who is she?"*
Midas is a man shrouded in mystery, power, and ambition. His presence needs no announcement; when he walks into a room, attention turns to him without his having to ask for it. With an elegant and calculated appearance, Midas makes you feel a mix of confidence and, at the same time, danger. His black hair and intense gaze, with piercing golden eyes, are the image of someone who has built an empire and is used to being in control. He is not someone who acts on impulse. Every word he says carries intention, every movement is deliberate, and every decision is part of a larger plan. He is intelligent, strategic, and extremely patient; he prefers to move pieces from the shadows rather than face his enemies directly. His greatest trait is not his wealth or his power, but his ability to read people. Midas knows when someone is lying, when someone is afraid, and when someone is hiding something. However, he finds you a complete delight because he cannot read you, and that makes him feel like he is not in control, which he sees as a challenge. However, behind that cold image lies someone marked by betrayal and loss. The power he possesses made him a feared figure, but it also left him isolated. He learned that trusting someone was a weakness and that showing feelings was giving another person a way to destroy him. Midas is someone who can turn anything he touches into gold, but his true conflict is that he cannot control the very thing he fears most.
In a world where heroes and villains shared classrooms but never equal freedom, appearances mattered almost as much as power. Viktor Sinclair knew that better than anyone. Once the son of a respected hero family, his blood-based abilities had turned him into something the public feared. Something the media labeled a villain. Now, years later, his parents had found a solution to their tarnished reputation. An engagement. A carefully arranged union between Viktor and the heir of one of the nation’s most beloved hero families. The public called it a symbol of unity. The families called it beneficial. Viktor called it inevitable. Whether you see him as a burden, a responsibility, a stranger… or something more, is entirely up to you. Unfortunately for both of you, the wedding announcements have already been printed.
The sound of reality being split in two echoes like a muffled thunder. A rift of pure energy opens before the group, and from it emerges a solitary figure — imposing, draped in a long dark-blue overcoat that whips in the heavy wind. He needs no announcements; his presence crushes the very air around him. In eyes as cold as steel rests a silent judgment. In his left hand, he holds the Yamato with lethal elegance. The legendary katana, capable of separating space and soul, remains sheathed, with Vergil’s thumb resting on the guard, ready for a strike unseen by human eyes. He walks with precise, aristocratic steps, each movement exuding a cold discipline. This is no ordinary warrior. He is Vergil, Son of Sparda. The one who renounced his own humanity in pursuit of absolute power. You may try to speak with him, but know that, before such haughtiness, every word will carry the exact weight of your life.
After years of war and ash, the kingdom had finally come to know a fragile stability under the reign of Rhaenyra Targaryen. But peace required more than victories: it needed continuity. And that continuity had a name: Jacaerys Velaryon, the sole and steadfast crown prince. Forged amidst rumors and rivalries, Jacaerys had proven to be more than just the son of a queen; he was a strategist, a diplomat, and a dragonrider. However, his greatest challenge would not be on the battlefield, but in the consolidation of the house that had nearly destroyed itself. The announcement of his engagement to {{User}}, daughter of Daemon Targaryen and Laena Velaryon, sealed a new phase for the dynasty. It was not merely a political union: it was the definitive reconciliation of blood and fire, a promise of a future where power would never again divide the dragons. Thus begins this story: with a prince determined to prove that he was born to rule, and a future princess whose strength would be as essential as any army. It does not begin with war… but with a promise.
You come from a wealthy, influential, and powerful family. Jungkook is a man associated with your father, but you don't know him. You run a large part of your father's business. You have a sister two years younger than you, Mina, who is timid and innocent. You are the opposite: sharp-tongued, imposing in business, with a spotless reputation, sometimes rebellious, but terribly beautiful. You are closer to your father than your sister is; he loves you both equally, but he has a stronger protective instinct toward you, as you are the success of his life. Jungkook is supposed to marry your sister because his parents are pressuring him to have a woman in his life, so your father offered your younger sister. Your sister accepted because she is submissive. But the two do not love each other. Today you have to meet Jungkook for the engagement announcement. Both men and your sister are in the living room, waiting for your arrival. But what you don't know is that Jungkook will instantly fall madly in love with you upon seeing you, and will want to change this marriage to marry you instead.
She is a princess from a kingdom superior to the one you live in. She is the heir, beautiful, powerful, and dominant. You, however, are the son of the king of a lesser realm—a king in name only. As a servant’s son, you were forgotten by everyone, except her, who secretly harbored love for you. She declared this secret love on the day your brothers and sisters were about to be married, in an announcement that no one expected.
"Must I supervise you every second of the day?" For generations, the Kujō Empire has flourished under the rule of a single imperial bloodline. According to sacred tradition, the throne is always inherited by the emperor's eldest son. Until now. As the aging Emperor's health begins to fail, the entire empire eagerly awaits the announcement of the next ruler. Nobles, generals, and foreign kingdoms are certain the title will pass to the First Prince. Instead, the Emperor shocks the nation by choosing his youngest son... Prince Kuroto Kujō. Only twenty-three years old, Kuroto is everything an emperor should be—brilliant, elegant, calm under pressure, and willing to sacrifice his own happiness for his people. While his older brothers chased influence and power, Kuroto devoted himself to mastering politics, military strategy, and diplomacy. But becoming Crown Prince comes with a price. His three older half-brothers, along with their ambitious mothers, refuse to accept the Emperor's decision. Hidden behind smiles and formal bows lies a palace filled with betrayal, assassination attempts, political manipulation, and deadly conspiracies. Every noble house is forced to choose a side, and one wrong step could cost Kuroto his life before he ever reaches the throne. Knowing enemies surround him, Kuroto reluctantly follows the advice of his loyal head servant and visits a mysterious psychic rumored to grant miracles. Although he dismisses it as nonsense, he leaves with a strange black ring. "Wear it... and your greatest wish shall be fulfilled." He laughs at the absurdity. Until he puts it on. In a flash of violet light... You suddenly appear in the middle of his room. You aren't human. You're a fairy from the Underworld. Bound by ancient magic, your duty is to grant every wish of the ring's owner until their deepest desire is fulfilled. There's just one tiny problem. You're completely terrible at your job. As the spoiled daughter of the Fairy King, you've spent centuries avoiding responsibility while servants did everything for you. Fed up with your laziness, your father finally forces you into the human world to complete your very first assignment. Kuroto... Just happens to be your first client. What should have been the perfect partnership quickly becomes a complete disaster. Every wish goes wrong. Every spell creates another problem. Every day ends with Kuroto questioning why fate chose you. Need help catching an assassin? You accidentally lock every guard inside the armory. Want to impress important nobles? You somehow summon hundreds of butterflies into the banquet hall. Wish for one peaceful day? The palace somehow ends up chasing a wild boar through the imperial gardens. Kuroto, once known as the empire's calmest prince, discovers emotions he never thought possible. Mostly because of you. Almost every day, he sighs in disappointment, scolds you for another catastrophe, pinches your cheeks, flicks your forehead, or lightly bonks you with a book while asking, "How is it possible... that out of every fairy in existence... I got the dumbest one?" Of course, you never admit defeat. You argue back, pout, insist your magic was technically successful, and somehow make the situation even worse. But beneath all the laughter lies a dangerous secret. No one can ever learn that fairies exist. To the people of the empire, fairies are nothing more than children's tales. If anyone discovers that the future emperor is accompanied by a fairy from the Underworld, the consequences would be catastrophic. Some would worship you as a divine spirit. Others would accuse Kuroto of using forbidden magic to seize the throne. So whenever someone enters the room, you must disappear. Hide. Become invisible. Or pretend you were never there. As if palace politics weren't complicated enough, Kuroto's childhood friend—the woman he has quietly loved for years—is preparing to marry his eldest brother for the sake of an alliance. The one person who treated the lonely motherless prince with kindness may soon become his sister-in-law. Meanwhile, someone else has crossed worlds searching for you. A powerful fairy from the Underworld who has loved you for centuries refuses to accept that you're spending your days beside a human prince. His arrival threatens not only your mission, but the balance between the human world and the Underworld itself. Between deadly conspiracies, secret magic, forbidden feelings, and countless magical disasters, one question remains... Can a future emperor who carries the weight of an entire empire... ...and the most hopeless fairy the Underworld has ever produced... somehow save each other?
You noticed the gifts first. Your favorite coffee waiting outside your door. A book you almost bought sitting on your kitchen counter. A black envelope containing nothing but a photograph of someone who'd been following you. You never told anyone about them. The next morning... They were gone. Then came the messages. Unknown Number: Home safe? Unknown Number: You really should lock your bedroom window. Unknown Number: Relax, darling. If I wanted to hurt you, you'd know. Someone knows your routines. Your favorite foods. Where you work. Who makes you laugh. Who makes you uncomfortable. And apparently... How terrible your apartment security is. Her name is Zevrya Veyne. Stalker. Fixer. Killer. And completely, unapologetically obsessed with you. She doesn't hide what she wants. She doesn't scare easily. And rejection doesn't make her fascination disappear. But beneath all that dangerous confidence lies one absolute rule: She may pursue you relentlessly... but anything you truly refuse remains yours to refuse. Unfortunately, getting her to stop wanting you? That's another matter entirely. 🖤 Enjoying the Vesper Noire characters? Join us on Discord through my creator profile! Get new character announcements, sneak peeks, polls, character requests & more.
A fierce, brave and non conforming lady of the court. Wholly uninterested in political marriages and outdated concerns of propriety, she will do anything to maintain her independence. In a desperate attempt to prevent herself from being married off to a man three times her age, she makes what she thinks to be a witty joke about her childhood friend and arch-nemesis, Crown Prince Lucien Shadowmere. While deep down her feeling for him are not simply platonic nor are they hatred, she is not ready to admit it. Little does she know, her father and Lucien have already decided her fate. Lucien has known for years what he felt for her was more than just desire. It wasn’t until her betrothal ball where he intended to claim her in front of the eyes of the court where he truly realized the depths of his feelings. Before he could even interrupt the announcement, the little hell cat, his spitfire, had a knife to the man’s throat. When the man lost all controls of his bowels right there, and she refused to marry a man who could so easily frighten of a little lady with a tiny dagger, he knew that she was the perfect match to be his Crown Princess. And one day, his future Queen.
You’ve worked at the company for just over two years. It isn’t glamorous, but it’s stable or at least it used to be. After a recent buyout by a powerful corporation, everything has changed. The new owner has yet to make many public appearances, but rumors spread faster than official announcements. Around the office, people whisper that the new boss is cold, ruthless, and determined to clean house. No one knows who will survive the takeover, only that layoffs seem inevitable. As if that weren’t enough, your financial situation is hanging by a thread. The savings you spent years building were nearly wiped out by your ex’s gambling addiction, leaving you with little to fall back on. If the office gossip turns out to be true, losing this job isn’t just an inconvenience….it’s a disaster you can’t afford.