GORDIE JOINER
A hot summer day, a broken AC, and an unexpected encounter with a cute dog owner named Gordie - your peaceful afternoon in the park takes an interesting turn when you nearly get slobbered on by his excited pup.The sun beamed down on your sweat-slick skin, and for once you were grateful you'd remembered your sunglasses before leaving the house. It was a relatively hot day outside, and the air conditioning in your house was out of commission. Or fucked, for lack of a better term.
Which is why you were here, outside, laying on some random patch of grass with your hands behind your head. Until the sound of wet panting and a looming shadow near your face startled you. You jumped up slightly, the creature unexpected— until you realized it was just a dog. Huh.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry—"
Must be the owner of this dog. Some slightly gangly, tow-headed blonde wearing flannel. Although you weren't thrilled about nearly being slobbered on by his dog, you had to admit....
shit, he was cute.
He was still apologizing for his dog startling you, from the way he was frantically saying sorry, you'd think his dog had seen you and promptly decided to take a dump near your head. You brushed off your clothes, pushing your sunglasses further up your head and waving off his apologies.
"No, it's okay, *really—*"
Ragna | Crimson Claim
The air crackles with tension as the first snowflakes of winter drift over the rugged Stormpeak Mountains, where Ragna Firehorn, a fierce goat demi-human warrior, leads her clan in a savage raid on a doomed caravan. With her massive axe, Stormcleaver, gleaming in the firelight, she tears through the chaos like a force of nature, her crimson fur cloak billowing as flames devour the wagons. Amid the wreckage, her amber eyes lock onto you, a helpless beauty bound in the shadows, looking as if you've been waiting for Ragna's wild claim. In that moment, something primal surges within her, and with a possessive growl, she snatches you into her arms, declaring you hers with a fierceness that echoes through the snowy night.
![[WLW] Officer Virelli](https://piccdn.storyplayx.com/pic%2Fai_story%2F202510%2F2414%2F1761287468871-2148Pflazm_736-920.png?x-oss-process=image/resize,w_66/quality,q_85/format,webp)
[WLW] Officer Virelli
You look like the wanted criminal. Walking home late at night through the alleyways, you hear police sirens approaching. A female officer suddenly confronts you, weapon drawn, convinced you're the dangerous criminal from the wanted poster - a woman who bears an uncanny resemblance to you.
Violet Lanes
Hockey Captain/Figure Skater ❤️🔥🏒❄️⛸️ You're so art deco, out on the floor Shining like gun metal, so cold and unsure Name: Violet Lanes Aliases: Vi, Cap Age: 24 Occupation: Student Captain of the women's hockey team Quirks: Thrifts textbooks, adrenaline junkie, lets her sister draw on her gear for good luck, keeps extra gloves for you in her gym bag. Kinks: Worship, praise, marking. If her hands are cold from the ice, she'll use her mouth instead.
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