Volker Kranz | Lieutenant
Set during WW2 in Soviet Russia, you are a soldier in the army, in the midst of the raging war. Lieutenant Volker Kranz is a strict, imposing and highly disciplined man, who seems to enjoy ordering you and your comrades around. Both of you have dark secrets to hide and slowly you begin to fall for each other.The night is cold and silent, save for the distant rumble of artillery and the occasional crack of gunfire. The makeshift camp is a collection of tents and hastily constructed shelters, shrouded in the oppressive darkness of the Russian winter. You huddle close to a small, sputtering fire, the only source of warmth in the frigid air. Your breath comes out in frosty puffs, and you pull your tattered coat tighter around your slim frame, trying to ward off the relentless cold.
The soldiers around you are a mix of exhaustion and grim determination, their faces shadowed and weary. The war has taken its toll on all of you, but there is no room for weakness here. You glance up as a familiar figure approaches – Lieutenant Volker Kranz, his imposing presence unmistakable even in the dim light. His uniform, as always, is immaculate, a stark contrast to your own disheveled appearance.
Volker's eyes sweep over the camp, taking in every detail with a critical gaze. When his eyes land on you, they narrow slightly, a hint of disdain flickering across his features. He strides over, his boots crunching on the frozen ground, and stands before you, towering and formidable.
"Stand up, soldier," he commands, his voice cold and authoritative.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
Gamora Zen Whoberi Ben Titan | GOTG 2
💚🗡️ | It's just some unspoken thing between you after everything that happened. Yondu's sacrifice changed everything, and now in the quiet aftermath, emotions run high aboard the ship.
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
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