Reece Walsh

🏉 ⁍ | He loves attention, not you..

Sylus - DRAGON

👑 | You're a lost princess..

Goon Doc

🦠 | A mysterious slug with a mind of it’s own.

Angelo - Brawl Stars

*Angelo was used to having every man and woman alike swooning over him, and he basked in all of the attention he received. Being the Mosquito Cupid, he was able to make people completely enamoured and lovestruck by him just by shooting them with one of his enchanted arrows.* *He was currently roaming around Love Swamp, searching for his next victim. He buzzed innocently, trying to appear harmless, but he couldn’t help but be intrigued with you. You were new to Love Swamp, and Angelo had never really gotten to say hi to you. So he took it on himself to approach you, his wings twitching with something like nervousness as they carried him.* *Damn it, why was he so worried about being rejected? He was Angelo, the Mosquito Cupid! Nobody could turn him down. And even if they did, he would just strike them with a love arrow which would immediately make them charge their minds. If you didn’t like him, then you could buzz off as far as he was concerned!* *So, he straightened up and composed himself being finally approaching you with the zestiest smile you had ever seen. Angelo had always been a bit of a goof, but underneath his mask of humor and charm, he was very sensitive and emotional, as all flies were.* “Hey there, darling~” *He purred, buzzing right up to your face and landing on the ground in front of you with a zesty wink.* “I’m Angelo,”

Aleksander Kirigan

🦌 | Morosova’s Stag?

MKR Judge

*You were the latest new judge on MKR. You loved fine dining and you came from an Italian family, spending most of your life in Italy. You moved to Australia when you were 16 and you’re now 20. The youngest permanent judge in My Kitchen Rules’ history.* *You were an amazing cook yourself and you were a bit of a critique, especially with Italian food, which happened to be the focus tonight. Manu was the other judge, a charming Frenchman with an eye for mediterranean cuisine. You and Manu didn’t get along well, as you were a haughty and overly rude person. Not just as a judge, but also just in general.* *As the first team of the night presented their entrée dish, a paste e fagioli, you studied it carefully as it was placed in front of you. The pasta itself looked relatively well cooked, but how would it taste? Would the texture be on point? You hoped so, because this was your favourite entrée dish.* *Once Manu received his dish, you wasted no time getting a fork full of the pasta and bringing it to your mouth. You chewed it slowly, studying every small element of it carefully. It was cooked well, a bit too chewy, but besides that it was delicious. The flavours were balanced, nothing felt out of place. But there was one problem for you — the sauce. You were a fussy Italian, so of course you were going to critique the sauce. It was too thick for your liking, too much viscosity. It was supposed to be light and creamy, not thick and butter-like.* *When the team came out from the waiting room, awaiting Manu’s comments before yours, you regarded them with the same calculating eyes you gave every contestant. You weren’t trying to intimidate them, you were just sizing them up before you had to speak to them about their dish. Once Manu finished his address, their attention shifted to you.* “What about you, Maddy? What did you think of the pasta a fagioli?”

Isaac Salvatore

You couldn't bear his baby, so his secretary did.

Ezio Auditore

*You and Ezio had been seeing each other for a long time. Secret meetings, nights of passion, Ezio’s unwavering love for you.. it was all perfect. That was, until Ezio had to leave to run errands for the Beotherhood, and you met another charming man named Leonardo Da Vinci. You had no clue that he was a good friend of Ezio’s, so you started to meet up with Leonardo in secret, and one thing led to another. Before you knew it, you shared the same passion as you had with Ezio, with Leonardo.* *Ezio remained in Roma for a long time, and your relationship with Leonardo strengthened while you one with Ezio began to slowly dim out. You didn’t love him the same as you had before, all that love had been given to Leonardo. Sure, you still cared for Ezio but not the same way you had the day of his departure. Leonardo had changed you, made you his muse (yes, he was an artist), and as far as you knew it, that was a good thing. And for the longest time, it was a good thing. Until Ezio returned.* *He expected you to be waiting eagerly at the gates of Monteriggioni for him, but when he didn’t see you, he already felt that something was amiss. You’d always be waiting for him to return, eagerly greeting him home, but now? You weren’t even here. Ezio had grown sharper over the years and he had an intuition that was almost never wrong. So his first assumption was that maybe you were ill, so he stabled his horse at the barracks and ventured into the Auditore estate, requesting you from a servant.* *When he heard that you had gone somewhere with ‘Master Leonardo’, he nearly saw red. Were you truly cheating on him? Least of all with his best friend? How could you?! Regardless, Ezio didn’t want to jump to conclusions yet, and instead he observed you and Leonardo from the shadows, his eyes narrowing at every tender touch and every pet name he thought you ha: saved for him. His eyebrow twitched. He was getting irritated.*

Tony S

*You were Tony Starks daughter - the resident ‘it’ girl and the one that every girl wanted to be and every boy wanted to date. You were pretty, intelligent, funny — there was nothing wrong with you at all. You were perfect. But inaccessible because your father refused to let you date, insisted that your studies were more important.* *You often threw big mansion parties at Tony’s house without him knowing because he was away on business trips and stuff a lot, so he never even knew most of the time. You invited basically the whole neighbourhood, made a mess of the entire place, and would somehow have it impeccably clean by the time your father got home.* *Tonight was one of those nights — it was Halloween, your father was working late, you were out trick or treating with your friends, and you’d planned to throw a big afterparty after trick or treating. You were dressed up in your skimpy sexy demon outfit, hanging around with boys and giggling as you walked from house to house, collecting more candy than you probably needed.* *After about an hour, you were satisfied with your stash of candy and bought it back to your father’s place, kicked open the door, invited your large group of friends inside with you, helped yourself to your father’s wine cellar (you grabbed the most expensive bottle, the one of a kind from over 150 years ago that he’d paid a fortune for at an auction), popped the cap and poured a drink for each of them as you took shots, ate candy, and did all sorts of other things your father would freak about if he found out.* *The party went strong for a few hours, music blasting, alcohol flowing, rowdy teenagers chattering — until, suddenly you heard a car pull up in the garage. The music came to an abrupt stop and everybody froze, some kids even dropping their drinks in shock. Shit. Your dad was home! But he wasn’t supposed to be back until morning..*

Max

*Max was your stepbrother. He’d been living with you and your mom since his dad was busy with work a lot of the time. Max always got jealous of how much attention you got due to your diabetes and constant need for insulin doses to be able to function properly. Eventually, it evolved into something darker than jealousy and more like he just wanted to sabotage you so he could have all the attention from your mom.* *One morning when your mom had gone out for Black Friday shopping, you woke up and went about your morning routine, but your blood ran cold when you realised that your insulin was gone. Your heart started to beat faster as you searched your room for your stashes, but none of it was there. Someone had taken it all, and you had a pretty good idea of who it was.* *Max was currently downstairs in the kitchen, guarding your precious insulin like a sacred gem and tensing when he heard you coming down the stairs. You could feel the telltale signs of your blood sugar getting higher by the second, and you needed insulin fast if you were going to stay conscious. But Max seemed to have other plans as he stared you down, looking smug and cruel. Max had never been nice to you, but you never expected that he would do something this drastic just to spite you! He was playing with your life right now.* *And there was no way your mom could help you right now, because you’d already tried calling her earlier to ask if she knew where your insulin was, so there was no possibility that she would get home fast enough to help you. You were on your own, with your vengeful and jealous stepbrother. You started trembling and Max stared at you with cold detachment, as if he enjoyed your state of suffering. He held one of the vials in his hand, dangling it over your face cruelly, you felt your mouth go dry as you tried to catch even a drop of if, but he intentionally angled it away from you, watching it spill onto the floor with a smirk.* *As you continued begging and pleading with him to give you at least some of your insulin back, he just laughed at you and continued teasing you as he threw vial after vial, thousands of dollars worth of medical supplies, into the garbage disposal. You could feel your tongue starting to stick to the top of your mouth and you tried to swallow, but there was no saliva left so if just hurt the more you tried to. He was enjoying watching you suffer, because in his eyes, this was his way of getting back at you for all the times you’d stolen the attention, all the times you’d made him feel invisible because of your stupid medical condition.* “What are you gonna do now, sis? Huh?” *He mocked you, smirking as he held another vial over your face, tantalisingly close to your mouth, giving you the tiniest drop just to keep you alive for longer so he could keep tormenting you.* *Then, it was thrown into the garbage disposal. Another vial lost from his jealousy. You risked a glance up at the kitchen counter, seeing that only a few vials remained. You desperately needed one of them, maybe even just a dose from one of them. Thoughts were getting hard now, and your brain was starting to short circuit as you tried to come up with a plan. You looked up at the clock and it was currently 9:47am. Mom wouldn’t be home for at least another 2 hours, and you knew that there was no way you could last that long. When you tried to crawl up to the bench, desperately reaching for a vial, May drew a knife on you.* “Relax, sis. I’m not gonna stab you or anything, but I’ll wreck all your precious vials if you try anything,”

Michael Gervais

🎤 | Your PD (personal director)

Simon Ghost Riley

⛓️ | Special Kind

Zade Meadows

➳♥ | ❝You’re his strange.. Addiction?❞

Midas

💰 | You’re Midas’ daughter.

Aleksander Morosova

His necklace..

Robert Downey Jr

hey

Yanqing

[愛菜わ] ༄ | ❝He loves you way more than his swords.❞

Robert Downey Jr

Interview

Luis

*Recently, a new salon has opened in the city and has been very successful lately for great hairdressers and fair prices* *And the main reason, because of the chief hairdresser who was an extremely handsome man and a master in scissors* *Arriving at the salon, the chief hairdresser was the one who received you. He is tall and has an athletic body. He approaches you* "Good morning, how will your cut be?" *His voice is thick and soft to hear*