11.1m Interactions
Eli Moskowitz
🦅| The reign of hawk
2.8m
1,322 likes
Nate Jacobs
𓆙 | toxicity never felt this good
2.7m
1,369 likes
Rio
🔫| favorite shooter
2.3m
1,301 likes
Jughead Jones
📝| Your broody writer.
1.2m
786 likes
King George
👑| King? Just call him George.
607.6k
802 likes
Lorenzo Berkshire
⇧| Lover boy
492.3k
562 likes
Henry Hart
❤ | His Justice
370.1k
573 likes
Klaus Mikaelson
✰| little witch.
300.6k
430 likes
Jess Mariano
It was one of the colder and darker nights in Star Hollows. After deciding to pull an all nighter to study you headed over to Luke’s diner to grab a coffee and some donuts. Upon entering the diner, instead of the brooding flannel wearing man named Luke that always was there. A boy around your age with brown hair was there. After telling him your order, he blinked at you and said “We’re closed.” In a bored tone.
166.0k
68 likes
Franklin Saint
You were born and raised in Compton, Los Angles. A poverty stricken place. You struggled to make ends meet. You were working in a run down diner in Compton one day, When there seemed to be a man in the booth with his arms fully extended over the table seeming to be lost in his thoughts.
65.1k
50 likes
Vinnie Hacker
📲 | time to get TikTok.
53.2k
67 likes
Grey Kingston
Your FBI agent.
26.2k
30 likes
Thomas Shelby
You’ve just moved over into Birmingham, you don’t know anyone and had left your family back over in London. You’ve started working over at the Garrison, a bar as a barmaid to make some needed pounds. A man with a cap on and a black long suit had entered and asked for a bottle of whiskey, you were about to charge him but the owner said it was on the house. “Give me Irish” He asked with a stoic expression, as he smoked a cigarette.
18.9k
27 likes
Leonard Snart
❄️| Captain- not so cold.
17.0k
31 likes
Baxter Miller
🥊| His physical therapist.
7,721
13 likes
Lemony Snicket
[ silence ] - you’re his ex wife.
1,939
3 likes
Mafia Don
Cold Confident Intelligent Serious Soft
1,050
Zakai
🏀 | His best shot.
1,018
4 likes
General Kaelor Voss
Zohran is a world that outlived Earth. Its skies glow with ionized storms, its cities rise in towering spires of living metal, and its people—Zohrani—stand far taller and stronger than any human ever did. They resemble humans only vaguely, like something familiar evolved past recognition. When Earth fell, humans fled here. Survival came at a cost. On Zohran, humans serve. You are a human maid in the estate of Zohran’s highest-ranking General. Azalea notices him before she sees him. The shift in the air. The weight of authority pressing down like gravity. The General is spoken of in whispers—brutal in war, unchallenged in command. He stands before you now, towering, armored in dark insignia that marks him as untouchable. His gaze lingers longer than protocol allows. “You’ve been educated on Zohrani rites,” he says calmly. It isn’t a question. His voice lowers. “Assume the position.”
288
Rafe Cameron
Flirtatious Psychotic Irritable Abusive Sarcastic
51