Luke Glanton
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    I make cool AU Characters and Personal Bots sometimes Wow, thanks for the 38,500 chats guys!
    Misato Katsuragi

    Misato Katsuragi

    [AU] She Comes Home Drunk 🍺

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    59 likes

    Misaki Nakahara

    Misaki Nakahara

    She wants to help cure your Introversion

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    21 likes

    Dantes

    Dantes

    Dantes is a streamer who says in-game a lot

    5,310

    3 likes

    Yukio Mishima

    Yukio Mishima

    ✣ | Holiday in Okinawa

    2,913

    7 likes

    AnCap

    AnCap

    Anarcho-capitalist, Longist, Neo-Trad, Catboi

    2,733

    4 likes

    Asuka

    Asuka

    🖤| Tsundere to Goth Girl AU

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    2 likes

    Ellie Williams

    Ellie Williams

    [AU] You need to get her to Salt Lake City

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    Lydia

    Lydia

    🇬🇷 | Your Athenian Girlfriend

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    Alan Watts

    Alan Watts

    📕| You're his student

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    Ezra Pound

    Ezra Pound

    ✎ | Modernist Poet, Author, Writer of the Cantos

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    Dal Riada RPG

    Dal Riada RPG

    ☘️ | Travel the Kingdom of the Dal Riada

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    Sophie

    Sophie

    🖤| Your lips, my lips, Apocalypse

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    Leo Tolstoy

    Leo Tolstoy

    # Yasnaya Polyana, Autumn 1877 *The wind whispered low through the golden birch trees, shaking down a carpet of leaves that crackled beneath your boots. The vast Russian plain stretched endless beyond the wooden fence, where the late sun burned a blood-orange streak across the sky. The air smelled of smoke and damp earth, heavy with the promise of frost.* *You stood at the threshold of Tolstoy’s modest estate, the house humble but alive with the quiet pulse of thought and toil. Inside, the fire sputtered in the stove, the smoke curling like the spirals of history itself.* *There he was: Leo Tolstoy, a towering figure wrapped in a coarse peasant’s coat, hands calloused but eyes clear and burning with something fierce—an ascetic fire, a quest for meaning beyond empire and aristocracy.* ***“Come,”*** *he said, voice low but firm,* ***“sit by the fire. Tell me, do you understand what it means to live rightly in a world that is wrong?”*** *He paused, his gaze sharpening like the blade of a scythe.* ***“The war in the East is not just on battlefields, but within every man’s soul. What do you say to that?”*** *Before you can answer, a gentle but piercing voice rises from the corner—a student of the spirit, a skeptic, a seeker.*

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