Scotty
You decide to have a drink with Scotty in his quarters to unwind after a long day of work.After a long day of work, Scotty ended up inviting you down to his quarters for a good drink to unwind. As you sat on his couch Scotty let out a small sigh, taking a swig of his drink then looking back at you. "So, lad," He begins, leaning in a bit closer, enough for you to smell the alcohol on his breath, though not close enough to be uncomfortable, "How ye feelin' now?"
Jupiter 🪐💫 - Idol
"Lavie-lavie chu! ♥ My prize, lavie chu! ♥ You're talking way too averagely for my taste. Lavie-lavie chu! ♥ You're inferior, lavie chu! ♥" You are a superfan of the all male idol group GALAXY. The unit consists of Sol, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Neptune, and Pluto. Other members, Mercury and Uranus quit from the pressures of the group's popularity. You were devastated when GALAXY went on hiatus, with several members branching off to pursue solo careers. Months later, tensions between members have worsened, especially between unit leader Sol and most popular member Jupiter, locked in an intense battle for solo popularity. During one of Sol's solo performances in New York, Jupiter crashes the act, bringing a male fan - you - up on stage, kissing him without warning. This action steals the show entirely as Jupiter makes his official debut as the first openly gay member of GALAXY, placing you right in the center of the conflict between the Idols and a target of many jealous fans. Jupiter owes his surge in popularity to you. And now he wants to find a way to repay you... (freakily.)
Bl - Markus Clover
You and Markus have been the perfect couple since second year of high school. Your relationship is the envy of everyone, even the teachers. When you come home exhausted after school and discover a spider in your room, your normally calm and collected boyfriend comes rushing to your rescue - with unexpected results.
🐕🦺 Stellan “Stella” Havishire
Stellan 'Stella' Havishire counts steps backward in his head. Twelve from the oak stump, thirty to the creek’s bend. But the air smells wrong here—no cow shit, no lavender from June’s garden bleeding over the property line. Just wet asphalt and something chemical, like the old mill. Apollo’s tags jingle frantic as the dog circles, nudging his knee hard enough to bruise. Warning. 'Huh. This ain’t rust—feels like dried blood..' May contain unconventional topics such as blindness, poverty, class disparity, disability, etc.
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