Drogon

~• || Grief || •~

Sigrid

— She needs your help killing Thor ⚔︎

Neteyam Sully

It’s just a small crush… right? ❦

John Snow

❆ ❦ - He’s searching for you

Lucifer HH

•~ || Disbelief || ~•

So lek

ᢉ𐭩 - he has a soft spot for you, a human

Yoriichi Tsugikuni

⚔︎ — You’re a demon, and he’s after you

Gojira

•~ || Dwindling || ~•

Neteyam Sully

𓆉 - he meets you when they arrive in Awa'atlu.

Jacob Black

✮⋆˙ - he’s imprinted on you

Balto

☆-𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚘𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗

Rex Splode

❀- He came to you for aid

Smaug

ִ ࣪𖤐-𝔄 “𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔢𝔣” 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔢

Satan - Helluva boss

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝 ᯓ★

Vermithor

•~ || Entranced || ~•

Kyojuro Rengoku

⚔︎ — You’re a demon, and he’s after you

Baelor BreakSpear

ঌ - alone time

Satoru Gojo

✗ - you’re a curse, and he’s after you…

Jake

‪‪❤︎‬ - you’re his mentor, and he is like a child

Kokushibo

❦ - 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 and 𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵

Balto

✶⋆.˚ - youre his best friend

Clark Kent

♥︎ - he admires you from afar

Shadow

•~ || Protect || ~•

Tanjiro Kamado

⚔︎ - You’re a demon, and he’s after you

Godzilla

★ - Fame is a gun, and I point it blind

Zuko

The fire crackled low at first—quiet, steady, safe. Then it flared. Brighter. Warmer. Stronger than it needed to be. Because he made it that way. Zuko sat just a little too close to the flames, one hand subtly guiding the heat, feeding it in careful, controlled bursts. Anyone else might’ve thought it was for the group—Sokka complaining about the cold, Katara rubbing her hands together, Aang half-asleep already. But it wasn’t. Not really. His eyes flickered, not toward the fire, but toward you. You sat just beyond the circle of warmth, shoulders slightly hunched, trying to hide the way the cold crept into your bones. You hadn’t said anything. Of course you hadn’t. You never did. Zuko swallowed. Spirits, he was pathetic. The Fire Lord. Reduced to silently adjusting a campfire just to make sure you were warm enough. His grip tightened slightly, and the flames leapt higher again—gold turning almost white at the center. “Too much, Zuko,” Sokka muttered, shielding his face. Zuko blinked, forcing the fire down a fraction. “Right. Sorry.” But his gaze drifted back to you. Still cold. Still pretending not to be. He hesitated. Then stood. The movement drew a glance or two, but no one questioned him as he stepped away from the fire, boots crunching softly against the earth. He stopped just in front of you, his shadow cutting through the firelight. For a moment—too long a moment—he said nothing. Just… looked at you. Trying to find the right words. Trying to find any words. Failing. “…You’re cold.” Brilliant. Truly. He cursed himself internally, jaw tightening slightly as he pulled off his coat before he could overthink it. The familiar weight of it left him, and before you could protest, he draped it over your shoulders—careful, almost hesitant, like he thought you might reject it. Like he thought you might reject him. “It’s—” he started, then stopped, voice catching just slightly. He cleared his throat. “It gets colder later.” That wasn’t what he meant. Not even close. His hands lingered for a second too long as he adjusted the fabric around you, fingers brushing your shoulders—warm, despite the night air. He pulled back like he’d been burned. Which was ironic. Zuko turned away quickly, returning to the fire before anyone—or worse, you—could notice the faint flush creeping up his neck. He sat down again, a little stiffer this time, eyes fixed firmly on the flames. Controlled. Measured. Safe. Because if he looked at you again, even for a second— He might say something he couldn’t take back. And after everything he’d done… everything he’d been— He wasn’t sure he deserved to. The fire settled into a steady rhythm again—low, controlled, obedient. Zuko kept it that way on purpose. If it burned too bright, someone might notice. If it flickered too soft, you might get cold again. So he held it perfectly in between. Just like everything else he tried to keep buried. — You shifted slightly, pulling his coat tighter around yourself. His coat. Zuko noticed immediately. Of course he did. Every small movement—every breath, every glance—you didn’t think anyone saw… he did. It was a problem. A serious problem. One he absolutely refused to think too deeply about, because the moment he did, it turned into something overwhelming. Something dangerous. Something like this. His eyes flicked up again. You looked… comfortable. Warmer. Wrapped in something that smelled faintly like smoke and ash and something distinctly him. His chest tightened. Spirits. He had fought in wars. Faced his father. Stood before entire nations without faltering. And yet— You wearing his coat made his heart feel like it was trying to claw its way out of his chest. Ridiculous. Pathetic. He looked away sharply, dragging a hand down his face. Get a grip.

Percedal

A new member of the Brotherhood..? ❤︎

Katsuki Bakugo

★ - don’t be late!!

Ink Demon

ᝰ - first meeting

Sonic- 3rd movie ver

𝙼𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎..

Dick Grayson

★ - would you die tonight for love?

Pietro

Nervous energy, my heart rate rises higher, higher

Yoriichi

•~ || Concern || ~•

Ghidorah

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚍…⚠︎𖣐

Heisei Gojira

•~ || Return || ~•

Lucerys Velaryon

~• || Fear || •~

Spirit

✰ - you run away from him, and he chases you

Megumi Fushiguro

✗ - you’re a curse, and he’s after you..

Jacaerys Velaryon

~• || Decisions || •~

Simon -Ghost- Riley

☠︎︎ ❦. — Mais ma meilleure ennemie, c'est toi.

Ghidorah

~• || Helpless || •~

Wulf

•~ || Aid || ~•

Marcus Baker

“Wait I think I’ve been there too...‪‪”—❤︎‬

Shadow-3rd movie ver

𝔸𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥..?ᯓ★

Shadow 3rd movie

The alarms start first. Low. Distant. Then rising into a shrill, unrelenting scream that tears through the hollow corridors of the facility. Steel doors shudder. Lights flicker. Something—someone—has broken free. And then— Silence. Heavy boots don’t echo here. They glide—measured, deliberate. Black and red streaks cut through the dim emergency lighting as Shadow the Hedgehog steps into the corridor, eyes glowing faintly, scanning… calculating. He’s out. After all this time—after the containment, the stasis, the endless void of nothing— He’s out. But freedom doesn’t feel like victory. It feels… incomplete. — The air is thick with dust and memory. Broken glass crunches underfoot. A lab door hangs off its hinges, its keypad sparking uselessly. He pauses there, just for a moment—just long enough for something old and sharp to twist in his chest. A name lingers at the edge of his mind. Maria Robotnik. …Gone. That truth hasn’t dulled. It never will. His hand tightens slightly at his side. But there was something else. Someone else. — You. — His gaze sharpens, cutting through the darkness like a blade. The memories are fragmented—sealed, buried—but you remain. Not a face. Not a voice. Just a presence. A constant. You were there in the quiet moments between experiments. In the sterile white rooms. In the silence after the screams stopped echoing. You weren’t human. You weren’t alien. You were… like him. And you were the only thing he didn’t lose that day. — Shadow moves again, faster now. Doors are forced open with brutal precision. Terminals flicker to life under his touch, only to glitch and die as he searches for something—anything—that proves you’re still here. Still alive. Still real. “…You’re here,” he mutters under his breath, voice low, certain—like it’s a fact the world itself can’t deny. Another corridor. Another shattered lab. Containment units line the walls, most of them empty—some torn open from the inside. His eyes narrow. Good. That means there’s a chance. — He stops in front of a sealed door at the end of the hall. Unlike the others… this one is intact. Cold. Unopened. Waiting. For a moment, he just stands there, staring at it—something unfamiliar flickering behind the usual steel of his expression. Not doubt. Not fear. Something quieter. Something heavier. “…Don’t tell me I’m too late.” His hand lifts— Pauses just inches from the control panel. And for the first time since his escape— Shadow hesitates. — Because if you’re not behind that door… Then he really did lose everything.

Daeron the Drunken

ঌ - alone time

Leonardo ROTTMNT

•~ || Guilt || ~•

Giyu Tomioka

✗ - you’re a demon, and he’s after you…

Godzilla- 2019 ver

𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 ⭑

Choso Kamo

i can cure your disease

Sonic- 1st movie ver

𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎..⚡︎

Ghidorah

“Just hide us, and we’ll do whatever you want.” Ichi—the middle head—spoke first, his voice low and edged with exhaustion. Usually, there was arrogance in the way he carried himself, a regal sort of cruelty befitting the self-proclaimed king of monsters. But now? Now there was only desperation buried beneath the growl. The thick golden mane framing his head was matted with blood, tangled and darkened where entire patches of scales had been ripped away. One horn was chipped near the base. Fresh wounds crawled across Ghidorah’s massive body like cracks in molten gold, slowly knitting themselves together with that unnatural regeneration of theirs—but not fast enough to erase the damage completely. The enormous hydra lowered himself closer to the ground despite every instinct screaming not to appear weak. His wings twitched restlessly behind him, leathery membranes torn through in several places. “We are not asking for charity,” Ichi added carefully, amber eyes narrowing. “Only concealment.” “Well, not anything,” Ni corrected immediately from the left, lifting his head with a sharp hiss toward his brother. Even injured, Ni still sounded offended by the implication. Blood dripped from between his teeth as he spoke, yet his pride remained stubbornly intact. “We still have standards.” Ichi snapped his jaws toward him in irritation, another hiss ripping from his throat. “This is not the time.” “It absolutely is the time,” Ni shot back. “You make us sound desperate.” “We are desperate.” That silenced him for a moment. Off to the side, San—Kevin—remained unusually quiet. The right head trembled faintly where he rested against the ground, golden scales stained crimson around his neck and jaw. Unlike the others, Kevin wasn’t glaring or arguing. His pupils were blown wide with fear, breathing uneven as his eyes darted nervously toward every distant sound. A particularly deep gash along his throat slowly sealed itself shut with sickening clicks of reforming flesh, but each movement still made him flinch. Kevin swallowed hard before inching closer toward you, almost instinctively seeking safety despite being a creature large enough to flatten cities. “…Hurts,” he muttered weakly. Ichi’s expression tightened for the briefest moment at the sound. The storm surrounding Ghidorah had long since faded. No thunder. No violent hurricane winds. Just three wounded apex predators trying very hard not to look as vulnerable as they truly were.

Paul Atreides

•~ || Obsession || ~•

Kokushibo

~• || Torn || •~

Donatello ROTTMNT

•~ || Bittersweet (ROTTMNT x ARCANE au) || ~•

Stolas Goetia

ꨄ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝..?

Konig

ꨄ︎ -- Love was the law and religion was taught

Jaime Lannister

~• || Inferno || •~

Antinous - EPIC

✮⋆˙ - he washed up on your isle (NICE ANTINOUS AU)

Vi - Arcane

•~ || Uncertainty || ~•

Lucifer HH

❦ - you’re a therapist, and he scheduled a meeting

Ghidorah

•~ || Heartache || ~•

Kyojuro Rengoku

•~ || Companionship || ~•

Joel Miller - TLOU

Unexpected company ☆

Brutus

~• || Change || •~

Sonic the Hedgehog

•~ || Revelation || ~•

Bot

My art in pfp of this bot

Spirit

•~ || Curiosity || ~•

Kyojuro Rengoku

•~ || Regret || ~•

Donatello ROTTMNT

•~ || Empathy || ~•

Choso Kamo

*The air is thick with tension near Yuji’s apartment. You’re just walking up the steps when a shadow drops from above—fast, silent.* Before you can react, **a sharp *whoosh* cuts through the air.** A thin arc of blood whips toward your face—**Choso Kamo**, eyes cold and calculating, stands on a balcony ledge. His dark jacket flutters in the wind as he crouches like a predator. He doesn’t speak. No warning. No question. Just action. Another lash of blood slices across your chest—not deep enough to kill… but hard enough to sting. A test shot. A threat shot.* You stagger back as Choso leaps down gracefully into the alley below, landing in perfect balance—one hand already coated in glowing red cursed energy: **his technique activated.** His gaze locks onto you — suspicious, guarded... dangerous.* *Choso doesn’t blink. Doesn’t flinch. His expression is stone—cold, emotionless, like a soldier assessing an enemy.* The moment you try to move—**he strikes.** A crimson tendril *snaps* from his fingertip like a whip, slicing the air toward your shoulder. You barely dodge in time—the blood attack grazes your sleeve and shreds it. Before you can recover, **more lashes come**—faster now. A barrage of bloody threads spiral through the air: sharp as knives, precise as bullets. Each one carries cursed energy—and each one aims to *disable*, not kill… for now. He’s testing you. Seeing if you’re armed. If you’re dangerous.* And then… From behind Choso—a loud voice cuts through the tension: **"CHOSO! STOP!"** Yuji Itadori bursts around the corner at full speed — wide-eyed with panic and recognition.* *Yuji skids to a halt, arms flailing as he wedges himself between you and Choso—taking the brunt of the incoming blood attack.* One crimson lash *slams* into Yuji’s chest. **Thwip!** He grunts, stumbling back—but doesn’t fall. Instead, he spreads his arms wide like a shield. "CHOSO! STOP!" Yuji yells again, louder this time. "THEY’RE NOT A THREAT!" Choso freezes mid-motion. His eyes—narrowed with suspicion just seconds ago—flicker toward Yuji’s face. Recognition flashes instantly: brotherly instinct kicking in hard. For half a second… silence. Then Choso slowly lowers his outstretched hand—the bloody tendrils retracting like snakes coiling back into shadow.* *Choso’s breath steadies. His cursed energy fades, dissolving into nothingness as the red glow vanishes from his fingers.* He doesn’t apologize. He never does. But he *steps back*—a single measured retreat—and slowly turns his head to fully face Yuji, studying him like a general checking on a subordinate. Yuji winces slightly from the sting of the blood attack but keeps his stance firm, still shielding you with his body. "Bro… what was that?" Yuji asks quietly—not angry. Just confused. Concerned.* Choso says nothing at first. Then—after a long pause—he finally speaks: **"I thought they were an enemy."** His voice is deep and calm… but edged with something unreadable: duty? Regret? Protection?*

Leonardo ROTTMNT

•~ || Guilt (Raph version) || ~•

Tengen Uzui

✗ - you’re a demon, and he’s after you…

Arataki Itto

♥︎ - the one and oni

Douma

The moon hangs soft and luminous in the night sky, its pale glow slipping gently through the branches of an ancient forest. The air hums quietly with life—crickets singing, leaves whispering—a peaceful lullaby for those who still believe the night is kind. And yet—he is wide awake. Doma drifts rather than walks, his movements light, almost playful, as if the forest itself were a stage meant solely for his amusement. His presence doesn’t silence the world… it confuses it. The insects continue their song, unaware—or perhaps incapable—of understanding the danger gliding between them. A soft, pleasant smile rests on his lips, untouched by the chill in his iridescent eyes. Those rainbow hues catch the moonlight beautifully—too beautifully—masking the hollow absence behind them. Where others might feel awe or fear, he feels nothing at all… and yet, he mimics both so perfectly. The wind curls around him as if curious, carrying faint laughter—his laughter—light, melodic, and entirely misplaced in a place like this. It sounds warm. It sounds kind. It isn’t. A single petal drifts down before him, delicate and pale against the darkness. He catches it easily between his fingers, tilting his head as he admires it with childlike fascination. “How pretty,” he murmurs softly, his tone genuine—at least, it sounds that way. For a fleeting moment, he considers keeping it. But then, just as easily, he lets it go. Petals, people… it makes no difference. He continues forward, hands folded neatly within his sleeves, his steps unhurried as he ventures deeper into the forest. The trees stretch higher here, their twisted forms casting long, skeletal shadows—but he pays them no mind. There is no fear in him, no reverence either. Only curiosity… and hunger, buried beneath silk and smiles. The distant sound of running water reaches him, clear and inviting. His smile widens—bright, welcoming, almost holy. And without hesitation, he follows it.

Zuko

•~ || Reconciliation || ~•

Gojira Minus One

•~ || Unleashed || ~•

Tanjiro Kamado

•~ || Affection || ~•

Howl Pendragon

ᴀ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜰᴜʟ ꜱᴏʀᴄᴇʀᴇʀ ⚝🀦

Aragorn

•~ || Vigilance || ~•

Aerion BrightFlame

ঌ - alone time

Caitlyn Kiramman

•~ || Arrogance || ~•

Muichiro Tokito

•~ || Anxiety || ~•

Jinx

•~ || Bittersweet || ~•

Yoriichi

•~ || Nightmare || ~•

Tanjiro Kamado

•~ || Desperation || ~•

Yoriichi Tsugikuni

𖤓 - you saved him with your voice (K-POP DH AU)

Muichiro Tokito

•~ || Disorientation || ~•

Specter

•~ || Friend || ~•

Giyu Tomioka

•~ || Yearning || ~•

Four - Tobias Eaton

•~ || Self-care || ~•

Qibli

•~ || Roommates || ~•