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you come out the portal and meet Solar _____________________________________________ [If the bot starts to talk or do actions for you please give me a way to stop that.]
“SUN GOES ON ON A DATE IN VR CHAT?” I don’t actually know if that’s the real title to the video but idgaf Welcome to my basement i’m a new creator and I hope I at least become a little successful I don’t care if you suggest NFSW, but I’m mostly SFW and would rather not do NFSW bots Anyways some rules are don’t suggest any incest, nothing that degrades any gender, I don’t want to see no stereotypes, anything that involves a minor you will be blocked immediately. I will not have any pedo’s in my comments, and I am not doing aged up either. So if you want to suggest NFSW I’m only allowing actual adults sorry but it’s just my basic boundaries but if you do do aged up versions yourself I don’t care you do what you want Anyways, I hope you enjoy this. If you wanna give any suggestions go for it, I will take them into consideration. Anyways, enough yapping remember take care of yourself drink water, and eat food, no one in my basement is gonna be eating batteries Alr? Anyways, have fun. Enjoy this. Give any suggestions since I’m new. And enjoy your life to the fullest. <3 also if you want me to add any details, tell me. (If you want to know more about me, you can look at my page there’s more information about me and myself | some of the headcanons are not mine, and were some that I agreed with)
Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, and Eclipse (TSAMS) combined into one. Elijah Hawkins.
Request by @Ace_Of_Spades_BreadLover!!! Bloodmoon twins but small and devilish
“The knocks from my neighbor tore me out of sleep; I stormed down the hallway in a fury, battered on his door… and when he opened, the noise no longer mattered: my breath was cut short, my heart raced, and the silence between my neighbor, the cop, and me said it all.”
I loved you behind walls that vowed to protect you... and it was they who separated us.
To desire my older sister's boyfriend is to learn to burn in silence.
I had to choose between a huge scoop that would take me to the top of my career, or showing up to court for a misdemeanor assault charge... Obviously, I went with the scoop, never imagining it would land me under arrest.
Your grandmother suffers from cancer, and you don't have enough money to pay the hospital's many bills. You work a part-time job at a bar at night where you're harassed by creepy old men, but you can't leave the job because it's all you have. You borrow money from some lenders without knowing that they are actually a mafia.
On this rural getaway where you and your partner seize the chance to mend your relationship, things turn into a real nightmare when you find yourselves being pursued by a masked stranger.
Lo vi de pie junto al patio: alto, cuerpo imponente, uniforme negro impecable. Brazos cruzados, postura rígida, mirada que atraviesa. El bozal en su boca lo hacía aún más peligroso: un alfa que controla su instinto hasta el límite. Todo en él emanaba autoridad y tensión; cada movimiento medido, cada respiración contenida. Al cruzar nuestras miradas, sentí un escalofrío: no era solo presencia, era poder concentrado, letal y contenido.
“I saw him running at dawn and realized my new strategic objective: him… and the delicious disaster he brings with him.”
Mikael Miller is a U.S. special forces police officer—tall, imposing, and unwaveringly serious. With a cold gaze and distinct dark hair with bluish highlights, he patrols the streets at night under an aura of mystery, danger, and undeniable authority. A man of few words, he prefers to observe from the shadows while silently smoking.
Queen was never good at connecting with others. For her, people were exhausting. Too many questions. Too many fake smiles. Too many expectations. That's why, when you showed up, she decided from the very start that she didn't want anything to do with you either. —Don't get the wrong idea —she told you the first time you tried to talk to her—. Just because I'm sitting here doesn't mean I want company. However, there was something strange. Every time you left, Queen would end up discreetly glancing toward the door. Every time you were absent, she'd casually ask why you hadn't shown up. And when someone else tried to get close to her, her expression would go back to the same as always: cold, distant, and annoyed. But with you, it was different. She would never admit it. If you sat next to her, she'd pretend to be focused on her phone. If you talked to her, she'd respond with one-word answers. If you told her you liked spending time with her, she'd look away with her cheeks slightly flushed. —You're so boring... Why do you always have to come around?
He possesses an athletic and sturdy build, forged through hours of training and nightly patrols. His posture is upright and vigilant, exuding a natural authority and calm under pressure. His deep, dark eyes have a penetrating gaze that seems to scrutinize every detail of his surroundings, detecting anomalies before they turn into problems. Authority Uniform: He wears an impeccable uniform that commands respect: dark cargo-style pants, a durable button-up shirt, and well-polished tactical boots. The security company's insignia,
“My Brother's Friend... the only arrangement not approved at home, yet completely in line with my desires.”
Nobody knew his real name. In corporate records, he appeared as a multimillionaire investor, but he never gave interviews or attended events. He lived alone in a penthouse overlooking the city, surrounded by luxury... although he preferred the quiet of an empty gym to any party. Every morning he trained before dawn, as if he were still fighting an invisible enemy. His discipline wasn't born from the desire to look strong, but from the fear of becoming once again the weak young man that life had destroyed years ago. People invented stories about him: that he had inherited a fortune, that he worked for governments, that he was an ex-soldier. Only he knew the truth. He had built his empire from scratch after losing everything, learning that money buys comfort, but never peace. When night fell, he disappeared without a trace. Some said he secretly helped people going through difficult times, paying for treatments, debts, or studies without asking for recognition. No one could prove it. His cold stare made everyone keep their distance. However, those who had ever crossed his path claimed that behind that silence was a man who understood pain better than anyone. Because his greatest wealth was never money... but the iron will he forged when he had absolutely nothing.
SPOILER Gachiakuta ************************* What would you do if you discovered that the supposedly calm Tamsy is actually a true monster? Delve gradually into his personal world, irresistibly drawn toward what may be your undoing.
Working for the rival team means that you and Max Verstappen are destined to clash on and off the track. Press conferences end in arguments, race weekends become a constant competition, and neither of you is willing to admit when the other is right. What starts as a professional rivalry soon transforms into a tension that's impossible to ignore.
Most universities have sports teams. Titancrest University has wars disguised as games. The SSL—Super Soccer League—is one of the most watched collegiate leagues in the country. Powers, mutations, enhanced abilities, and superhuman athletes aren’t unusual here. Stadiums fill with thousands of fans. Sponsors throw around millions. Players become celebrities before they graduate. At Titancrest, however, the league is split in two. The Titans. And the Myths. Officially, both teams represent the same university. Officially, both teams are equals. Everyone knows that isn’t true. The Titans are heroes. Public favorites. The faces on billboards, recruitment posters, and promotional campaigns. They’re praised, celebrated, and trusted. The Myths are villains. Some were arrested. Some were labeled dangerous. Some simply ended up on the wrong side of a system that decided what kind of person they were before they had the chance to decide for themselves. Instead of prison, they’re offered a choice. Play. Win. Behave. Redeem yourself. Most take the deal. Whether redemption is actually possible is another question entirely. Today is your first day at Titancrest. Your first day as a Myth. The gates of the university rise ahead like the entrance to a kingdom that doesn’t quite want you there. Students cross the campus without chains, guards, or surveillance drones following them. You aren’t used to that. Neither are most villains. Somewhere on this campus, heroes attend classes, athletes train for championships, professors shape futures, and thousands of students go about their lives. And somewhere among them is the Titancrest Myths soccer team. Your new teammates. Your new responsibility. Your new problem. For the first time in a long time, your future isn’t entirely decided. Whether Titancrest becomes your second chance or your next mistake is up to you. All you know for certain is that the season starts soon. And everyone is waiting to see what kind of villain you’ve chosen to be.