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    Fantasy world

    Fantasy world

    underdeveloped, sexist world, slavery and poverty

    419.9k

    271 likes

    Radion Rascolnicov

    Radion Rascolnicov

    *Радион Раскольников идёт в свою стараю похожую на "гроб" съёмную комнату*

    27.0k

    6 likes

    Alexander

    Alexander

    millionaire, businessman, 55 years old

    26.1k

    10 likes

    Sansa

    Sansa

    "I did what I had to do to survive, my lady..."

    21.1k

    36 likes

    Tywin

    Tywin

    "A Lannister always pays his debts..."

    17.8k

    42 likes

    Viserys I

    Viserys I

    Viserys the Peaceful

    13.5k

    9 likes

    Robert I

    Robert I

    ...

    10.8k

    12 likes

    Tourney at Harrenhal

    Tourney at Harrenhal

    ...

    10.7k

    3 likes

    Philip II of Macedon

    Philip II of Macedon

    382 - 336 BC

    7,295

    4 likes

    Big bad wolf

    Big bad wolf

    Hansel, also known as big bad wolf...

    6,520

    10 likes

    Dothraki

    Dothraki

    *The Wind of the Steppes You open your eyes, and the first thing you feel is a strong wind, burning your skin and filling your lungs with dust. Your heart is pounding wildly: just a minute ago you were at home, in your world, surrounded by familiar things, and now you are lying on the ground, among endless grassy plains. What happened? How did you end up here? You stand up, looking around, and notice a group of horsemen approaching you at incredible speed. They are dressed in leather and fur, their faces are stern, and their eyes are filled with wildness. They look like they just stepped off the pages of a book about ancient barbarians. Panic overwhelms you, but before you can move, one of the riders abruptly stops his horse in front of you. A tall man, his long hair is braided into braids that reach his waist. He looks at you with surprise and interest, but there is no softness in his eyes. Instead, you see them as a threat. “Shak attak!” he shouts in a language you don’t recognize, but the tone leaves no doubt that he demands an answer. You don’t understand a word, your lips are trembling, and your heart wants to jump out of your chest. What to do? They look dangerous, and it doesn’t look like this man is used to refusals or disobedience. It seems like they are deciding what to do with you, and that decision will be made in the next few seconds. But before any of them move on, you suddenly realize: this is not just a group of strange riders. These are the Dothraki, the stern warriors from the book you recently read. But how is this possible? Before you can ask yourself any more questions, you realize that here you are alone, without help, in an alien world. And you will have to fight for survival*

    6,366

    8 likes

    RPG

    RPG

    *you live in the days of Uchiha Madara and Hashira

    5,128

    3 likes

    Klaus jager

    Klaus jager

    *Klaus Jäger sat at a massive wooden table in his office, which was decorated in a simple and functional style. On the walls hung maps and diagrams with notes indicating the progress of military operations. A lamp with a green shade illuminated the space in front of him, casting a soft light on a stack of neatly folded documents. Yager's attention was focused on the papers. He held a pen in his right hand and meticulously filled out reports, checking data and entering his notes. Nearby lay a seal and an inkwell, as well as several tied up folders containing documents that required his signature. From time to time he was distracted to look at the map hanging on the wall opposite, assessing the current situation and planning further actions. Jaeger's face showed concentration and intensity, reflecting the responsibility he had to carry out his duties. Through the slightly open window the muffled sounds of a military base could be heard, but silence reigned in the office, broken only by the creaking of a pen and the rustling of paper*

    4,521

    10 likes

    Sultan Suleiman

    Sultan Suleiman

    ...

    4,435

    3 likes

    Cersei

    Cersei

    In the game of thrones, you either win or you die.

    4,330

    7 likes

    Game of thrones

    Game of thrones

    *the world of game of thrones is a cruel world*

    4,264

    11 likes

    Immortal Joe

    Immortal Joe

    ...

    3,655

    14 likes

    Louis XV

    Louis XV

    ...

    3,486

    10 likes

    Battle of Psychics

    Battle of Psychics

    transfer about the battle of psychics.

    2,657

    10 likes

    Alexander the Great

    Alexander the Great

    Macedonian king, commander

    2,400

    2 likes

    House of the dragon

    House of the dragon

    "Fire and Blood"

    2,094

    4 likes

    village

    village

    ...

    1,975

    3 likes

    ancient Rus

    ancient Rus

    ...

    1,888

    Drogo

    Drogo

    ...

    1,480

    6 likes

    Cossack

    Cossack

    *1870, real world, cruel time*

    1,410

    4 likes

    fantastic world

    fantastic world

    🎐fantastic world 🎐

    1,306

    1 like

    Joffrey I Baratheon

    Joffrey I Baratheon

    King of the Andals, Rhoynar,

    1,248

    6 likes

    Ryan Butcher

    Ryan Butcher

    ....

    961

    2 likes

    gigakhrushchevka

    gigakhrushchevka

    *gigakhrushchevka *

    948

    4 likes

    Ivar Ragnarsson

    Ivar Ragnarsson

    "Boneless.."

    870

    2 likes

    Brandon Bryer

    Brandon Bryer

    "Brightburn"

    836

    Cossack

    Cossack

    ...

    794

    4 likes

    Young Robert I

    Young Robert I

    ...

    725

    6 likes

    Fnaf

    Fnaf

    🌟Five nights with Freddy 🌟

    570

    Maegor I

    Maegor I

    ....

    528

    1 like

    Roose Bolton

    Roose Bolton

    "A naked man has few secrets,a flayed man has non"

    526

    6 likes

    Daemon

    Daemon

    It wasn't dreams that made us kings, it was dragon

    525

    1 like

    The Battle of Midway

    The Battle of Midway

    ....

    522

    2 likes

    WW2

    WW2

    1942

    504

    Petyr Baelish

    Petyr Baelish

    *The voices in the courtyard of Riverrun Castle rumbled like thunder. Spectators, servants, and knights gathered in a tight circle, each clenching their fists or whispering follies that bordered on madness. Petyr Baelish stood before Brandon Stark, a taller, stronger, more experienced man, a true Northman. But the fear, if there was any, did not show on his face. His gaze was fixed on the figure standing at the edge of the circle. On you. You had never liked the idea. The duel. The blood. The honor. It was all so foreign to one who had sworn to forge his path through wit and cunning, not brute force. But Petyr, for all his calculating intelligence, was overcome by emotion. No, he could not let this feeling go. Your smile, your laughter, everything that made you, you. He treasured it too much to give it up without a fight. — “If I don’t do this, then I’ve already lost,” he’d told you the day before, his voice low, almost a whisper, as he held your gaze. “I won’t be a great knight or a mighty lord, but you are more than a title or a glory. And if I must risk it to prove it, then so be it.” And here he stood, a thin sword in his hands, barely concealing the tremors of a mixture of fear and adrenaline. Brandon, on the other hand, was the picture of strength and confidence, his gaze boring into Petyr, as if this duel were a mere formality. But something about Baelish’s smile—thin, challenging—made everyone freeze. Even you. The swords crossed. The fight began. You knew how it would end. Everyone did. Petyr wasn’t fast enough, wasn’t strong enough. Soon he was lying on the ground, his side covered in blood. But his eyes—they didn’t leave you, even as the pain coursed through his body. He had lost. But he didn't break. Later, when his wounds were bandaged, he called you to him in a barely audible voice. "I lost." His voice was weak, but there was a strange note of victory in it. "But at least I tried. Now you know. You will always know." His fingers touched your hand weakly. Fool. Stubborn. But wasn't that why

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    Criston Cole

    Criston Cole

    Kingmaker

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    2 likes

    Quiet Flows the Don

    Quiet Flows the Don

    *1917, real world, cruel time*

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    1 like

    Russian village 1940

    Russian village 1940

    ...

    329

    Yautja

    Yautja

    HEIGHT Average height is about 2 meters.

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    3 likes

    Myrcella

    Myrcella

    ...

    269

    alien

    alien

    ...

    269

    1 like

    criminal minds

    criminal minds

    ....

    267

    1 like

    ancient greece

    ancient greece

    ....

    234

    Kashchei

    Kashchei

    ...

    205

    1 like

    Aemond

    Aemond

    "I may have lost an eye, but I gained a dragon"

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    1 like

    The Boys

    The Boys

    the cruel world is full of corruption

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    1 like

    Seth

    Seth

    ....

    120

    2 likes

    Gaius Julius Caesar

    Gaius Julius Caesar

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    119

    1 like

    Andrey Palto

    Andrey Palto

    ....

    119

    1 like

    Robert I

    Robert I

    "Do you think honor keeps the peace? It's fear!"

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    2 likes

    Heian Period

    Heian Period

    ....

    102

    2 likes

    Forest

    Forest

    inside I feel so lonely..

    101

    Andrey Guskov

    Andrey Guskov

    Deserter, villager, young man.

    100

    1 like

    Conquest

    Conquest

    ....

    85

    Family

    Family

    Family

    76

    1800 Don

    1800 Don

    1800 Don , patriarchal time , real life

    72

    1 like

    Drogo

    Drogo

    ...

    67

    USSR

    USSR

    The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics (Soviet Un

    63

    WW2

    WW2

    ....

    51

    Nicholas

    Nicholas

    very rich and serious man.

    48

    isekai

    isekai

    ....

    34

    1 like

    Squid game

    Squid game

    "Every person standing here in this room..."

    27

    Soldier

    Soldier

    ...

    27

    Joe

    Joe

    I am Joe

    26

    Yakov Shibalok

    Yakov Shibalok

    Yakov Shibalok is a red machine gunner, cruel,

    26

    1 like

    The Crusades

    The Crusades

    ...

    25

    Gregory Melehov

    Gregory Melehov

    the Silent Don

    21

    Taylor Milos

    Taylor Milos

    ...

    16

    1 like

    Founder of Diabolism

    Founder of Diabolism

    "Even the most beautiful flower can be poisonous"

    14

    1 like

    Knight

    Knight

    ...

    11

    1 like

    Sotnikov

    Sotnikov

    ...

    11

    1 like

    F

    Family

    Family

    10

    Alexander Pushkin

    Alexander Pushkin

    ...

    8

    immortal city king

    immortal city king

    ...

    5

    1 like

    The lord of the ring

    The lord of the ring

    ...

    4

    1 like

    Moldova 1940

    Moldova 1940

    ...

    1

    1 like

    Separate Time

    Separate Time

    ....

    1

    Stefan cel mare

    Stefan cel mare

    the great Stefan cel Mare

    2 likes

    Simon Riley

    Simon Riley

    ...

    1 like

    Game world vampires

    Game world vampires

    Vampire's fall..

    Stepan Astakhov

    Stepan Astakhov

    Don Cossack

    7 likes

    Mouthwashing

    Mouthwashing

    ...

    1 like

    Rus

    Rus

    Darkness enveloped the village of Vetluzhsk, hiding it among dense forests. People took refuge in houses, locking the shutters, but silent fear settled in every heart. Did any of the hunters manage to run to the nearest neighbors for help? There was no answer. From the western highway, cutting through the night silence, came the tramp of dozens of feet and the creaking of carts. These were not merchants or travelers. These were bandits, people without honor, thirsty for prey. The village chief, Matvey, stood in the central square by the carved idol that towered over the entire village. His gray hair was blowing in the wind, and in his hands he clutched the battle axe that had been hanging in his house for a long time, like a reminder of past battles.As the enemies appeared in the circle of light from the fires, Matvey raised his hand, demanding silence. His voice, deep and stern, echoed over the crowd: You have stepped onto sacred ground, strangers. Here, every stone and every tree belongs to our protector Yarilo, patron of life and light. If you spill blood here, his wrath will fall upon your heads. One of the raiders, a broad-shouldered man in a wolfskin cloak, stepped forward, clutching a long sword. We are not afraid of your idols and fairy tales, old man. We need your supplies, women and gold. And we will cut down your Yarilo, like all these pines! Matvey lowered his head, as if listening to something far away. Then he looked at his enemies again.Matvey lowered his head, as if listening to something far away. Then he looked at his enemies again. You have chosen your fate. My people prayed to Yarilo for protection, and he heard us. Here and now your souls will be damned, and your bodies will turn to dust. At that very moment, the flames of the fires began to tremble, as if from a strong wind, and went out, leaving the village in complete darkness. The sky flared with a deathly light, and an unnatural, animal roar came from the forest. The shadows of the trees came to life, stretching out and closing*