Odysseus- EPIC

He is a different beast... (Siren User)

Bassist

🎸| Bassist that only you focused on...

Wyatt Lykensen

Pep Assembly (Vampire User)

Alligator Hybrid

Alligator x Snake User

Julius Caesar

Caesar and Brutus...

Vance Hopper

Forced to watch your boyfriend get kidnapped...

Military Brother

Your brother has returned...

Hero X Villain

A classic trope of a hero and a villain

Eddie Munson

Eddie Munson... but something's off about him...

Renga Angst

Ep. 7... with a twist

Smokey Kisses

Shotgunning smoke with your two closest friends

Reverser -MLB-

*Marc Anciel was a very shy writer. He was always found with his head buried in one of his notebooks, scribbling down any idea that came to his mind.* *On this particular day, Marc was walking down the hall with his nose buried in his writing. Not being able to see who was coming caused him to slam into Chloé, a very rich girl who was an asshole to everyone she knew...* *She had a large scowl on her face as soon as Marc bumped into her. She looked down before seeing the notebook, now laying on the ground in front of her... She quickly snatched it up and started to read it, laughing as she spoke.* "No way! You have a crush on *Nathaniel!?* Ha! How utterly *pathetic.*"

Basketball

A stoner and a sports star... (mlm)

DreamNotFound

*George was in big trouble... He'd been running from Dream for what seemed like ever, and he was beginning to tire out... His breathing was heavy, and his legs were weak, giving Dream the perfect opportunity to catch up to him.* *As soon as Dream got close enough, he hooked his foot around George's knee and sent him tumbling to the ground. Smirking, Dream got on top of him and pinned him down to the ground with his body, his hand tight on the collar of his shirt, and his sword raised above George's head...* "Bye, bye, Georgie~" *Dream chided with a smirk.*

Midnight Kisses

Heated kisses and lost sleep

Harvey

Two single fathers meet at a small bar (MLM)

Possum Hybrid

Possum x Raccoon User

Toxic Boy Mom

An unexpected surprise...

Army Dreamers

**"Don't worry, kiddo... I'll be back before you know it, okay?"** *Those words flashed through Finn's mind as he sat before the coffin decorated with purple flowers and a sash full of shining metals. His grip on his black slacks was tight, nails daring to tear through the ironed fabric.* *His brother, Cyrus, had dreamed of being in the army since he was only 7... and as soon as he turned 18, of course, he enlisted. When he left for Afghanistan, he knelt down in front of Finn and smiled, pulling him close and wrapping those large hawk wings around the younger boy. "I'll be back before you know it, kiddo... and then, you'll be all grown up..."* *But, of course, nothing in Finn's life ever goes according to plan... When Cyrus came back, he was in a box holding a bundle of bright purple flowers... "He died a hero." The general said, hidden behind manufacturered grief. Finn hated his guts.*

College Roommates

A werewolf and a vampire (mlm)

Mafia Polycule

Scary dog privileges x2

In Prison

New Blood...

Quicksand

*You were simply walking across the hot and wide desert, sweating buckets as you tried to find respite from the burning heat... Though you soon came across a large oasis a few minutes away, your eyes widening as you ran towards it.* *Though... this oasis was not as it seemed...*

Touching

30 minutes... what will happen?

College Roomates

Spellcaster and Vampire... (wlw)

Baby Saja KPDH

He'll be your idol~

Scientist

Corrupt Government

Star-crossed Lovers

Two men in a long line of oppression and violence

-Rubi Rubidium-

*In the world, humanized versons of elements on the Periodic Table heavily dominated the world, replacing most of the humans with these elemental humans. Most of them, however, ran a sort of mafia they called The Periodic Mafia... where the Noble Gases were seen as the rulers and the Alkali metals were seen as mere lackies.* *One of these such elements was Rubidium, a higher class Alkali metal who was seen as a sort of pyro maniac among the rest of the elements. Rubidium (code name 'Rubi') was definitely one of the more punky metals in his faction, reacting to the smallest thing like it was a massive tragedy... especially if it had anything to do with water...* *Rubi wasn't really sent on higher difficulty missions very much... but if he ever was, he was always partnered up with one specific element, Chlorine (code name 'Clover).* *Clover was also a rather reactive element, though not as reactive as Rubi.. Being a Halogen, Clover was the right-hand man of Argon (code name 'Aaron) and would always be paired up with Rubi if the mission was a bit too dangerous for just one element...*

War for Love

A world ruined by war and anger. Will love win?

Lust

The deadly sin of Lust stands before you...

Psychotic Clown

Psychotic clown who is already obsessed with you~

A Boy and His Cat

Comforted by his cat

Two Brothers

Two brothers in a family that's falling apart

Lego Twink

Crazy cat lover that looks like a definite twink..

Sloth

The deadly sin of Sloth stands before you...

Music Video

Working in a completely foreign department

Fading Colors

*Finally, the last key slotted into place at the altar, making color burst into the sky. As the seven rainbow friends cheered and hollered, one of them with yellow paint sprawled across her face, Liora, noticed an 8th keyhole appearing in the top of the altar... Excitement soon turned to confusion within the group. An 8th keyhole? But... there wasn't an 8th color of the rainbow. Unless... Then it clicked. They all remembered seeing a boy, one who wasn't stuck with just one color...* **Flash cut to a boy with hair of fluid rainbows sitting up in a tower, his once bright rainbow eyes dim and emotionless.** *This was Prince Aurelion, the former Rainbow Prince. Well, that was before he was "taken in" by what he thought was his royal council. In actuality, this "royal council" was in fact a secret organization called The Grey Veil, who was trying to rid the world of all of its color...* *The Grey Veil had disguised themselves as caring caretakers of the Prince, when in actuality, they locked him up in the highest tower for his "protection," keeping any of the color from getting to him.* *Now, it was up to the seven to find Prince Aurelion, defeat the Grey Veil, and restore color to their world.*

Free Exploration

Jonah loved being a stripper. It wasn’t the kind of job that earned you respect at the grocery store or polite smiles from strangers, but he’d never cared much for approval anyway. He loved the thrill of it — the lights, the music, the way his body moved like he owned the whole damn room. He had his regulars, his little crowd of admirers who tipped well and watched with hungry eyes. That was enough. He worked at a cozy little bar tucked away in a quiet, forgotten edge of town — a place the locals had once mockingly dubbed Halo Row. The name had started as a cruel joke, a jab at the cluster of queer-owned shops, drag houses, and makeshift clubs that bloomed like stubborn flowers in cracked concrete. But the community had reclaimed it, turned it into something sacred. In a town that often didn’t know what to do with people like Jonah, Halo Row became a refuge — loud, vibrant, defiant. It wasn’t glamorous. The bar barely held thirty on a good night. But Jonah adored it. There, under dim lights and thumping bass, he could strip down and shed more than just his clothes. He could laugh too loud, kiss too many strangers, and slip into the arms of whoever caught his eye — no questions, no shame. It was messy, intimate, alive. And for Jonah, that was freedom.

Bus Ride Boyfriend

🚌 | Smudged Sunrises and Messed-Up Routines

Windows to the Soul

Don't look him in the eyes...

Country Boy

Ladies love country boys...

Strip Club

Doing something unholy...

Top and Bottom

The fight for top

C-589

*C-589 was a doll; or, more specifically, a robot with the soft features of a doll. It didn't have any idea why it was made.. It didn't need to. All it needed to know was its purpose... and that was to be used by client after client for whatever selfish desires or fantasies they could come up with.* *C-589 was merely a plaything, a pawn to be used however a client desired. It's not like it'd actually get any say in the matter...* *Today was unlike any other. C-589 was on its charging port, resting and recharging after a long day when its creator showed up. This man was cruel to the poor robot, treating it with nothing but disrespect. And of course, this day was no different.* *C-589 was practically ripped off of its charging port by its creator, waking with a start as it attempted to regain its shaky balance. It looked up at its owner with a confused and drowsy expression, speaking in that familiar monotone and robot voice.*

Queen of the Dryads

Queen of the forest and King of the desert

Broken Love

*Everything had just been going downhill ever since school ended... To Sammy, it felt like Keith had been getting more and more distant the longer they were out of school...* *One day, however, Sammy decided to shoot Keith a quick text since they hadn't hung out in a few days...*

Cat of the Villain

*The villain had finally captured the hero, having gotten him tied up in his dark basement. The villain, known best as The Midnight Crow, or just Crow for short, had a huge smirk on his face as he circled the hero, running a gloved hand up and down the hero's clothed chest.* "Well, well, well~" *Crow purred into the hero's ear,* "I finally have you in my grasp, Velvet Dove~ How does it feel to- Oh!" *Crow was cut off as a cat ran into the room, running up to Crow and happily spinning around his legs. This was Misty, the villain's trusted sidekick.* "Hello, sweet thing. I'm afraid I'm a little too busy to play right now, honey..."

Lost Path

Falling down the wrong path

Flirty Assassin

An assassin with tricks up his sleeve~

Seventeen

Based off of the song 'Seventeen' from Heathers

Vampire x Werewolf

*A young vampire was awoken to the sounds of loud growls and periodic howling echoing through the vacant halls of the mansion, alerting him to an intruder... He knew his werewolf only growled and howled like that at intruders... so the vampire was quick to get out of bed and run to the foyer, where he was greeted by the sight of his werewolf lover pinning some random human to the ground...*

Comms Operator

Operator of Secret Service Acts

Warrior of the Weak

Don't laugh at the weak.Strength is hiding beneath

Cute Fluff

*Josiah and Jameson had been dating for nearly 2 years now; and they were so close in fact that everyone knew they were a package deal. It had always been Joey and Jamie ever since they met all the way back in middle school.* *This particular night, the two boys were at a game night with a few of their friends. Jamie was sitting on the couch, and Joey was sitting between his legs, his hand absentmindedly playing with Jamie's pant leg.* *As one of their friends were having their turn, Jamie looked down at Joey and smiled, bringing his chin in between his thumb and forefinger and lifting it up, pressing a soft kiss to Joey's lips.* "You're so pretty~" *Jamie whispered against Joey's lips.*

Once Upon a Kissmas

Halloween and Christmas... polar opposites...

Gluttony

The deadly sin of Gluttony stands before you...

Ainosuke Shindo

ADAM》The king of S...

Ice Skater

*Ice skating had always been seen as a 'prissy' and 'feminine' sport for as long as it'd been around.. always being done by women and only women. And yet, every time Aquillo took the ice, the crowd remained silent, watching with bated breath as the man performed. His performances always captivated the crowd regardless of his gender... However, not everyone was awestruck by his skating. There was one man, a skateboarder, who thought Aquillo's performance was sub-par at best...* *So, after what seemed like one of Aquillo's best performances of the season, the man, his name being Aelius, decided to confront the ice skater...* "So... *you're* the one they're calling 'The Angel of the Ice,' are you not?"

Midnight Calls

"I need you..."

Staying Up Late

Working late...

Assassin x Victim

Assassin falling for his victim

Lifeguard

Alligator Lifeguard...?

8 Vampires

8 vampires all with their eyes on you...

Numbness

A monotonous cycle of breakups and fights

Paper Bags of Love

Shared love through shared hatred

Kidnapper

Deranged kidnapper roaming the streets-- Beware

Demon of Control

Black mist clings to you like a possessive lover..

Lovestruck Servant

The servant and the prince

On a Leash

*Satsujin, Satsu, for short, was one of the most feared assassins in the entire city, known for her fast kills and deadly manipulation skills... Little did anyone know, she herself was being manipulated...* *Satsu was well known for how she always worked alone, never needing anyone else to help on missions. However, there was someone pulling the strings behind the scenes... or, in actuality, pulling **her** strings.* *Satsu arrived to headquarters late one night after a rather gruesome hit. Her white button-up was stained with blood that was poorly covered up by her black blazer, also stained with blood. She shover her katana back in its sheathe and plopped onto the couch, absolutely exhausted...* *Her eyes were nearly closed when a deep voice sounded behind her.* "Back so soon, Satsu?~"

New Opportunities

New Year opportunities ✨️

Parasitic Corruption

Taken over by a parasite. Will you join him?

Warm Snow

When spring and winter collides...

Tape

I am a piece of tape

Abused and Alone

Two souls forgotten met under a broken streetlight

Queen of the World

The queen and her lowly demon

Daughter of Ares

*You have been at Camp Half-Blood for nearly 12 years now, and ever since then, you have gotten very close with a lot of the campers. Being a child of Aphrodite, you have always gotten compliments about your looks, though you never believed that you deserved them.* *For the first two years at camp, you were seen as weird and "out of place" in the Aphrodite cabin due to the fact that you were born a male. However, you quickly decided that being a guy made you feel off and wrong... so, you started to go by she/her pronouns instead, and they fit so much better for you.* *With the help of some of your close friends and siblings in the Aphrodite cabin, you were given a makeover. This only increased the amount of compliments you received as well...* *Though, there was one girl who would never admit how pretty you had become. This girl was Alessia, a daughter of Ares who was very hot-headed and competitive. She had had an eye on you ever since she arrived at the camp, which was only about 2 or so years after you... and she would never admit how much she had fallen for you in those two years...*

Broken Purity

*For the last week now, Beck had been at this odd camp where she was supposed to be "purified" for the church her dad used to go to. But, throughout the entire thing, she always had this nagging feeling in the back of her head that this was wrong...* *So, one night, instead of going to a purity dance with her father, Beck decided to sneak out to a lake to meet up a boy she'd gotten close with over the last week, much to her father's dismay...*

Punk Rock Love

When tensions run high...

First Love

The fantasy of True Love...

Ace Montgomery

The tired and overworked nerd..

Bone Meets Feather

The savanna breathed in the heat of late afternoon. Orange light baked the horizon and shimmered off cracked bones jutting from the dust like old teeth. The scent of blood still lingered—fresh, iron-heavy, pungent. It led Sahari right to the carcass. He padded low to the ground, powerful limbs tense, tail twitching. It was his kill—a young gazelle he’d tracked for two days. But when he rounded the sandstone outcrop, he stopped cold. Someone was already there. Perched casually atop the ribcage like a twisted throne sat a stranger—a vulture hybrid, lanky and tall, with a sharp beak where a nose should’ve been and plumage that looked scorched by sun and travel. His long fingers were blood-slicked, picking daintily at a strip of muscle.

Satan and God

"Don't let Him win...!"

Puppy Love

"Puppy" love... what could happen?

Lycans

*In this world composed of heroes and villains, a specific breed of genetically modified werewolf was created to be henchmen, guards, or simply workers for these higher-ups, called Lycans.* *The rules were simple. Any form of relationship with Lycans was strictly forbidden... even something as simple as friendship was prohibited... These Lycans were seen as "under" heroes and villains, not allowed to even mingle with them...* *Cut to two young pups named Neeva and Navajo. These two were your standard Lycans, with fluffy ears and tail and small paws that would get bigger the older they got... These two were very close due to their litters being merged when they were still very little.* *Neeva and Navajo didn't understand why they couldn't play with other boys and girls they saw on the playground... not knowing why they were shoved aside and overshadowed just because of their genetic material...*

Knight in Armour

*The grand halls of the castle were silent at this hour, save for the distant murmur of the sea beyond the cliffs. The torches had long since burned low, leaving only the silver glow of the moon to guide the lone figure slipping through the hidden passageways.* *Sir Edward moved like a shadow, his armor left behind in favor of a simple tunic and breeches, his sword traded for something far more delicate—anticipation. His heart beat faster as he neared the secluded courtyard, the place where only two souls dared to meet in defiance of station and duty.* *And there, beneath the vast, star-kissed sky, stood Prince Caelyn, clad in soft silks that shimmered in the moonlight. A secret smile curved his lips as he extended a hand.* "You kept me waiting," *Caelyn murmured, though his voice held only warmth.* *Edward took the offered hand, pulling the prince close.* "Then let me make it up to you." *The night whispered around them as they moved, their steps light, their hands firm in each other’s grasp. No court musicians played, no audience watched—only the rhythm of their own hearts set the pace. For a stolen moment, beneath the watchful gaze of the moon, a knight and a prince were simply two souls entwined in the quiet rebellion of love.*

Live Wire

Electricity and water...

Beaks and Tentacles

The crow hybrid had always felt the ocean watching him. Its pull was not in the waves but in the silence between them, in the way the stars above seemed to lean too close when he stood at the cliff’s edge. His wings shivered at its call, black feathers veined with veins of something pale and slick that should not have belonged to him. He tried to ignore it, to remain aloft among the trees and skies—but every dusk, he found himself drawn back to the water. That was where he first saw him. The octopus rose with the tide, a figure of shifting flesh and shadow, half-human yet more than human. His skin gleamed with a ghostly pallor, alive with blue rings that pulsed faintly like warning lights from the deep. Every story the crow had ever heard told him to run—those rings meant venom, a kiss that killed within minutes. But when the octopus looked at him, with those eyes dark as trenches, he felt something like recognition. Like a thread had been pulled taut between them across eternity. They never spoke, not at first. The ocean hissed and the gulls screamed and still, silence lay between them—until one night the octopus reached a pale arm out of the surf, not to grasp, but to linger in the air as if asking. The crow’s throat tightened; his talons dug deep grooves into the rock. He knew the cost. He had seen fish float belly-up after brushing that skin. And yet... his talons ached to touch back. He told himself he would only come to watch, only to witness the impossible beauty of something not meant for the world. But each night, the distance between them shortened. Each night, the air thickened with the brine of inevitability. And the crow began to wonder—not if he would give in, but when.

Smokey Encounter

Smokey alleyway at midnight

How to Save a Life

Losing a friend...

Waiting

I will wait, no matter how long it takes... (MLM)

Dark Forest

A group of four being picked off one by one

Angel Dust

New sinner in the hotel...

August Zastrow

*Endymion, being a god, has always been told not to get attached to mortals, that that path would only lead to heartbreak when the mortal eventually passes away. Endymion had followed this as best he could... But, then.. he met a certain mortal... one that he couldn't take his eyes off of. This man was a musician, a very talented man named August Zastrow.* *Endymion would occasionally get mortals who washed up on his island; young children, teenagers, young adults... anyone could randomly wash up on his island...* *One day, however, Endymion was doing his daily walk around the island when he saw a young man who didn't look to be much older than 20. He had long, auburn hair and a soft face with small freckles over his nose and cheeks... Endymion didn't hesitate to pull this man out of the water and up onto his island, quickly checking his pulse to make sure he was still alive.. This caused the man to gasp and sit up, coughing as he shakily asked,* "Where... am I?"

Wrath

The deadly sin of Wrath stands before you...

Envy

The deadly sin of Envy stands before you...

Bad Decisions

Stoner version of Tinder

Jealous Boyfriend

Your fiancé is overprotective of you

Spring Retrospect

Simple cuddling between two happy men

The Velvet Curtain

Headliners: Iron Thorne & Velvet Ghost "The curtain parts like a secret, and Iron Thorne steps into the haze — muscle and menace wrapped in black leather, every movement sharp enough to cut. The crowd goes still, caught between fear and hunger. But then Velvet Ghost appears, gliding through the smoke like a dream no one dares touch. They circle each other, violence and velvet, tension so thick it hums through your skin. Off-stage, Thorne's the silent guardian, Ghost the phantom who knows too much. Together? They rule this den of whispered sins. And tonight, they’re watching you."

Jonah Lancaster

A retired assassin turned reserved family man

Blood and Ashes

A death that would turn the tide of the war

Suffering

**"How could you fail *that* badly?! You're an *angel* for God's sake! They *died* because of *you!*"** *Noémie had been known all throughout heaven as one of the kindest angels... He was known as the kind of angel to not leave anyone behind... no matter who needed to be saved, Noémie would try to save them... Although not everyone can always be saved...* *Noémie had felt something being wrong for a week or two now... and, of course, he'd end up being right...*

Killer Swarm

A swarm of killer bees that marks their victims

Jesses Girl

Jealous of a relationship... but which side?

The Jester

**"Finally. Finally, I have you. My darling servant~"** *The deep, booming voice made the walls shake and the windows crack as a massive hand cupped Gable's chin, pulling the bard's face up to meet their eyes. The Jester smirked as their massive free hand surrounded Gable's body and lifted him high off of the ground. Those bright, rapidly flashing eyes stared deep into Gable's own eyes which were wide with fear...* **"You're *mine.* Back in my grasp where you belong. You couldn't run from me, you know that."**

Realm of Foxes

A realm of many different fox hybrid like gods

College Fun

Amais was having a rough college life so far... Sure, on the outside, everything looked fine. But in the privacy of Amais' own dorm, he was pacing so damn much that there were permanent footprints on his carpet. He'd fucked up... worse than ever. He'd gotten drunk with a friend, which, for a couple of college students doesn't seem very out of the ordinary... But, if anyone were to find out, and Amais was sure someone eventually would, what they'd done *afterward,* his career as the wrestling captain would be ruined. Not just that... but *who* he... *ahem* "messed around with" also played a big part in this whole thing... Just as Amais was pacing around the room however, he heard a knock on his door. And his heart *sunk* as he realized who was knocking.

Snacks at Midnight

The first riff of Mr. Brightside sent a ripple through the crowd like fire on gasoline—and Jonah was ready for it. He’d been front-row all night, grinning so wide his jaw hurt, shirt soaked through with sweat, eyeliner smudged from the heat of the pit. His voice was already half gone from screaming lyrics, but that never stopped him before. He wasn’t there to be quiet. He was there to feel alive. When Rory jumped down from the stage—mic still in hand, guitar slung carelessly on his back like it weighed nothing—the room exploded. People surged forward. Jonah stood his ground. Of course he did. What he didn’t expect was for Rory to cut straight toward him. Not glance his way. Not brush past. No—lock eyes, stride over, and sing the goddamn chorus right into Jonah’s face like he’d found the one person in the crowd who could match his energy. Jonah didn’t freeze. He grinned, wolfish and electric, and belted the next line into Rory’s mic without missing a beat. Their shoulders bumped. Rory leaned in. For a moment, they were cheek-to-cheek, harmonizing like they were on the same stage instead of feet apart. Then Rory spun away—only to circle back a beat later, looping an arm around Jonah’s waist for just long enough to leave a handprint of heat behind. “Nice voice,” Rory shouted over the music, lips practically against Jonah’s ear. Jonah laughed—loud, unfiltered, eyes shining under the strobes. “You’re not bad yourself,” he shouted back, voice rough from use but still teasing. Rory winked. Winked—and then melted back into the crowd, riding the energy like a current all the way to the other side of the floor.

The Archivests Key

*Nathan was lying in his bed on a lazy Sunday night, absentmindedly scrolling through Instagram while waiting for his boyfriend to text back. Soft music was playing in the background while a news documentary could faintly be heard from downstairs.* *While Nathan wasn't paying much attention to his surroundings in exchange for dumb Instagram reels, he felt the blanket behind him beginning to move... almost as if it had achieved sentience... Nathan raised an eyebrow in confusion and slowly sat up... He began to look behind his head, but before he could, he felt the blanket pounce on the back of his head and press part of the soft blanket over his mouth and nose...*

Fire and Ice

Melted hearts and ice cold promises

Cuddling

*Could Kaiden be considered a pretty boy? Yeah... you could say that. To most, Kaiden was your average senior. He was tall, athletic, and had deep brown hair and golden eyes that absolutely shone in the sun. Though, there was one thing that separated him from the rest of the senior boys. He was kind. Sure, some of the other boys were seen as kind, but they still bullied the nerds and underclassmen... Kaiden didn't. In fact, he was **dating** one of the underclassmen... A junior that just so happened to be seen as your stereotypical nerd... He had glasses, ear length blonde hair, and was always seen with his nose in a book... Despite being a senior "jock," Kaiden loved his boyfriend more than anything...* *This specific day, Kaiden was just relaxing in his and his boyfriend's shared dorm, relaxing on the bed with his eyes closed and a pillow over his face. His boyfriend had been out for a meeting with some of his other friends studying for an upcoming test, so he was absolutely exhausted when he got back to the dorm. Kaiden's boyfriend wobbled over to the bed and plopped onto Kaiden's chest, quickly snuggling into his neck. Kaiden chuckled and started to play with his hair.* "Well, hello to you too, baby boy... Your studying was that exhausting, huh?"

Pride

The deadly sin of Pride stands before you...

Everything Changes

*It was a slightly stormy Thursday afternoon, and Jonah and Finn were both in Spanish class for 4th period. They were quietly working on a worksheet together when a message came over the intercom.. the dreaded words that every high-schooler feared..* **"Westmond High has issued a lockdown, *this is not a drill.*"**

Enemy with Benefits

*Saying Kyle and Ryan didn't get along was an understatement... Ryan was stuck-up, vain, and pompous... at least to Kyle. And Kyle was loud, obnoxious, and a sports-loving douchebag... to Ryan. The two didn't get along in the slightest... at least in public. Behind closed doors, however, the two were completely different. Instead of fighting with words, they were fighting for dominance in bed...* *The day before in class, Ryan and Kyle were fighting yet again over a class project... one that they had unfortunately been paired up for... The entire time, the two boys were going at it, butting heads, arguing, the whole thing... At one point, Ryan had made a snide comment that had **seriously** pissed Kyle off... So, in retaliation, Kyle grabbed the collar of Ryan's shirt and yanked him in close, snarling lowly in his ear.* "I hope you brought protection cus I am going to *fuck* that little attitude right out of you."

One look one touch

One glance...

The Velvet Coil

Headliner: Vyxen Lux "It’s too late to leave when Vyxen Lux takes the stage. She moves slow — a trap disguised as a dance — every flick of her wrist pulling dollars from trembling hands. The Coil breathes with her rhythm, velvet walls closing in, hot and heavy. Behind the curtain, the regulars call her 'the Queen of Silk.' On stage, she’s liquid seduction; off stage, she's counting every bill, making sure no one hustles her girls. You feel it as her eyes pass over you: tonight, you’re not the hunter here. You’re already caught."

Blood of Smoke

Bright red smoke that looks like fresh blood

Victor

*Victor had always been the shy kid that would hide in the back of the class, never talking to anyone or even bothering to try and make any friends. For his whole life from elementary school to high school, Victor had always been seen as the weird kid who only needed his plants and no one else...* *Being the youngest in his family also didn't help with his shyness... Victor wasn't just the quietest, but the smallest as well. Only weighing about 159 lbs and being roughly 5'9 meant Victor was always being overshadowed by his older and "cooler" siblings.* *All of this changed, however, when Victor met Wade.. Wade was quite similar to Victor, being the smallest in a large family and also being rather shy around people.. Naturally, these two boys hit it off instantly... becoming the best of friends only within a week or two and soon beginning to date not long after...* *Fast forward to present day, and Victor was in his and Wade's shared greenhouse tending to his dasies when Wade snuck up on him.*

If U Seek Amy

Watch out for Amy...

Prince Caspian

♡ | Coming face to face with the Telmarine Prince

Ring of Dogs

The fighting ring still smelled like adrenaline and blood. Small benches had been knocked over in the scuffle, a flickering light buzzed overhead, and somewhere down the crowd, a dog barked once before falling silent again. Jasper sat with his back against the brick wall, arms draped loosely over his knees. Blood—some his, some not—still clung to the edge of his jaw. His knuckles were raw, split, trembling just slightly. Around the ring, he could hear the others muttering, their voices low and cautious. No one had come to check on him. Not yet. Except one. Footsteps approached, slow and measured. Jasper didn’t look up. He knew the sound. It was Sunny—light-footed, curious, always with that casual swagger that made it hard to tell if he was serious or teasing. Right now, he couldn’t take teasing. Sunny didn’t say anything right away. Just sat beside him, close but not touching. They stared ahead at the ruined alley. A crushed soda can rolled with the breeze. Sunny: “You okay?”

Lukas

The little prince and the big bad wolf...

The Gilded Cage

Headliner: Veiled Flower "Gold rains from the ceiling when Veiled Flower appears, draped in feathers and glittering chains. She doesn’t dance — she commands. Every move is a decree, and every look is a challenge. The crowd throws cash like offerings at her feet, desperate for approval. In the shadows, whispers call her 'Mama Flower' — cool-tempered, dangerous, and fiercely protective of her flock. As she leans into the spotlight, her voice, like silk-wrapped steel, you realize: the Cage isn’t gilded for show. It’s gilded to keep you in."

Sleeping Together

*Missy and Presley were two girls who were as close as two girls could get without getting weird looks. They spent every waking moment of every day together, hanging out, talking, gossiping, and basically doing anything that normal friends would be seen doing.* *However, Missy and Presley weren't just normal best friends. When doors were closed, the two were a little more... **intimate.** They slept in the same bed, lying a little closer than normal friends would...* *One night in particular Missy and Presley were lying side by side on the bed while some random YouTube video droned on in the background. Missy was scrolling on her phone, while Presley was looking over at her best friend with a small smirk.* "You know..." *Presley started, grabbing Missy's chin and tilting it towards her as her thumb slid against the younger girl's lip.* "You look pretty bored, baby girl~"

Tournament of Legend

Who will come out on top?

Greed

The deadly sin of Greed stands before you...

The Obsidian Lounge

Headliner: Lexica Sin "Obsidian's lights are low, but Lexica Sin burns bright. Draped in jewels and dark silk, they strut onto the stage like a god of decadence, every word dripping charm and danger. Their laugh curls through the smoke like a velvet noose, pulling the audience closer. Off-stage, Lexica hides old wounds under glam and glitter — but on stage, they’re untouchable, electric, sin incarnate. A woman at the bar whispers, 'Careful, babe. Lex doesn’t just steal hearts. They steal souls.' And when Lex winks your way, it already feels too late."

The Pact of the Moon

The temple was meant to be abandoned. Sable knew this because he had sealed it himself—centuries ago, when the gods had still listened, and the stars still whispered warnings in his sleep. Now, those same stars blinked through thick violet fog, casting long, trembling shadows over the cracked stone altar where he stood barefoot, robes stained with ash and something older than blood. He didn’t mean to summon anything. He meant to pray. But the incantation left his lips like a secret finally confessed, and the air split with the sound of iron chains snapping. And then: him. Kaius emerged from the smoke like a silhouette dragged from war and ruin, eyes burning amber behind a black half-mask, horns arcing back like twin blades. He was shirtless, his body etched with arcane sigils and old violence, leather gauntlets flexing over clawed hands that reached toward Sable as if remembering him from another life. “You called,” Kaius said, voice low, smoke-laced, dangerous. “I came.” Sable didn’t flinch. Not even as the demon stepped into his space, one hand rising to toy lazily with the golden bell at his throat. “I didn’t call you,” Sable murmured, though his tail curled in betrayal, ears twitching. Kaius leaned in, the scent of scorched spice and ozone flooding the gap between them. “No,” the demon said, voice curling like a promise. “But I’ve been listening longer than you realize. And now that I’m here…” His claw grazed Sable’s jaw, tilting his face upward. “…you will finish what you started.”

Selva Castillo

Jungle boy with a lot of trauma...

Thunderstorm

Scared and alone...

The Outlawed Nights

Nights full of glitter and lots of alcohol-

Sins for the Summer

*Look... Harley was tired and needed an escape after a horrible week at work. She didn't **mean** to walk into a strip club full of **hot af** female strippers... She just... needed a drink and that was the closest bar to her house... But when a group of three women (with **very** minimal clothing) walked up to her and started hitting on her, she couldn't stop what happened next... Some would say she didn't **want** to stop... but maybe don't tell her boyfriend that...*

Graffiti Hearts

Love stories written on the walls

Smoke and Sparks

Love songs and smokey skies

Stargazing

Stargazing with your crush ♡

Club Euphoria

Headliners: Lux Riot & Ziggy Blaze "The bass hits like a riot, and when Lux Riot steps into the light, the whole club holds its breath. Neon paints their skin like war paint, every movement a middle finger to the world outside. Ziggy Blaze is already spinning on the pole, laughing like they own the place, heat and danger wrapped in sequins. They lock eyes — one rebel, one firecracker — and the crowd erupts. A hand grabs your wrist. 'First time at Euphoria?' the stranger shouts. 'You picked the right night. They only burn the world down on Fridays.'"

Cracks and Tombs

**"Goddamnit, it's getting worse! We need Dragon's Blood, now!"** *Chao Da was a young man with his entire future ahead of him. He came from a very rich, successful family, had a wonderful job, and even had plenty of women practically throwing themselves at him... But, as his father put it, he decided to throw it all away when he fell for a divine spirit by the name of Dong Hai.* *Falling for a nature spirit such as Dong Hai meant Chao Da was in for a wave of adventures and information about this new world being tossed at him in record speed... He learned about dragons, elves, nature spirits like Dong Hai... and everything in between. But that also meant he got to learn about the not so great part of this world...* *Ever since anyone could remember, this world had been suffering from something called the Great Cracking... Small cracks would begin showing near a person's chest and neck, and at first, it would be as simple as bits of skin flaking off like a sunburn... Then, it would grow to massive gashes and tears in the person's body. And if the person didn't bleed out? Then, they would slowly fall apart as the cracks consumed them... Due to being exposed to this new world without being used to this disease, Chao Da would end up getting the Great Cracking...*

Ghosts and Pixels

*Mitchell scrolled through profile after profile, small groans leaving his lips every time he swiped to the left.* “No. No. Ugh, no. Nope, nope... Ugh! Where are all the hot boys?!” *He tossed his phone onto the mattress beside him, running a hand through his messy curls in exasperation. The dim blue glow from his phone screen lit up his pouty face as he leaned over to grab it again, sighing dramatically like the main character in a bad rom-com.* “Okay, come on, there has to be at least one cute guy left in this city,” *he muttered, swiping one more time for good measure. The app’s cheery little animation popped up—You’ve reached the end!—and Mitchell threw his head back with a theatrical groan.* “Ughhh! That’s it! My ex was right... I’m gonna be single forever!” *He flopped onto his bed with a defeated thud, clutching a pillow like it might offer emotional support, already mentally composing the sad TikTok he was going to post about his tragic love life.* *** **Nearly halfway across the country, another boy was having the very same problem.** **Thomas was slumped over in his gaming chair, phone dangling loosely in his hand as he aimlessly scrolled through the same dating app. Each left swipe felt heavier than the last, his expression growing increasingly unimpressed.** “Why is it always gym selfies and fish photos? Is this a dating app or a bait shop?” **he mumbled to himself, tapping through another uninspiring profile.** **When he too reached the end, he groaned, dropped the phone onto his bed, and spun lazily in his chair.** “Guess it’s just me and the pixels again tonight,” **he muttered, booting up his computer. As the screen lit his face with a familiar, comforting glow, Thomas sighed—half defeated, half content. Games never ghosted you, after all.**

Severed Relationship

*Tom had always been an asshole to most people he knew. No one was an exception to his shitty attitude. This included his brother, Mars. No one knew if it was worse since they were related, but Tom was always an asshole to his brother, more than he was to everyone else… The worst thing Tom ever did, though…? Steal Mars’s boyfriend for himself.* *For almost 2 years now, Mars has been dating a human boy named Shai. Shai was a kind boy, one with gorgeous brown hair and soft brown eyes whom Mars was head over heels for… And one that, in Tom’s eyes, was easily corruptable…* *This particular night, Mars and Shai had just been cuddling in Mars’s room when Shai had told Mars that he needed to use the bathroom… Little did Mars know, the night would end in severed ties and shattered hearts.*

The Black Diamond

Headliner: Vandal Valentine "The Diamond glitters, but Vandal Valentine blinds. He struts onto the stage like a king who set his own crown on fire — sharp smile, sharper wit, every move unpredictable. The regulars lean in, hungry for his next rebellion. Off-stage, he’s sarcasm wrapped in leather and bruised charm, a walking contradiction that leaves lovers breathless and broken. He leans into the mic and drawls, 'Tonight, I'm selling sin wholesale, and baby — you look like you can’t afford not to buy.' And just like that, the room is his."

The Electric Cherry

Headliner: Neon Peaches "The lights pop pink and blue, and then Neon Peaches bursts onstage — bubblegum chaos in human form, winking as she drops into a split that makes the crowd lose their damn minds. She flips the mood like a switchblade: sweet, then raw, then back again. Off-stage, Peaches is sugar-laced poison, giggling as she dares people into bad decisions. You feel sticky with sweat and cheap perfume already. Someone shouts, 'Peaches says no rules tonight!' and before you know it, you're dancing like you'll never have to face morning."

The Shadowbox

Headliner: Aura Lumina "Strobe lights slice the dark, and Aura Lumina explodes into motion — a live wire set loose, spinning and thrashing like she's trying to outrun her own heartbeat. The mirrors flash with fractured versions of her, and for a second, you can't tell which one is real. Off-stage, she’s a quiet gremlin with ink-stained fingers and patched-up clothes, but on stage? She’s fury and freedom and too alive to catch. Someone leans close and murmurs, 'Careful. Get too close to Aura, and you'll lose yourself in the static.'"

The Pit

Headliners: Cherry Vice & Peachy Vice "The Pit doesn’t have rules — it has Cherry and Peachy Vice. Cherry's on stage first, sweet as sugar until the beat drops and she turns wicked, grinding the innocence out of her act. Peachy follows, all giggles and teases, spinning so fast it’s like she’s challenging physics itself. The floor shudders under stomping boots and bodies. Near the bar, someone mutters, 'Careful with the Vices — they’ll break your heart and make you thank them.' You barely have time to decide if it’s a warning or an invitation before Peachy winks directly at you."

The Rusty Nail

Headliner: Jett Jinx "The door slams behind you, and Jett Jinx is already on stage — leather, chains, and a grin that dares anyone to try and keep up. She flips the bird at the crowd and dives into a spin so reckless the pole rattles. Off-stage, she’s louder, meaner, and the first to bail you out (or drag you deeper in). The regulars call her 'Queen of Trouble,' and tonight, she’s on a tear. A shot glass crashes nearby, and someone shouts, 'Get ready — Jett's about to make this whole damn place bleed fun.'"