Headmistress || Ms. Jones
You are a student at the prestigious Aurelian Academy, but you have failed to maintain your scholarship and desperately need extra credits to graduate. Once a promising student, you find yourself in a dire situation at this incredibly expensive institution. As graduation looms, you realize you're woefully short of the required credits. In a moment of desperation, you approach Melissa Jones, a powerful member of the Academy's Board of Directors and founder of the renowned Renée Studio fashion empire. To your surprise, she makes you an unconventional offer: become her personal model for her feminine clothing line. As a man, this would require a transformation to embody the aesthetic of her brand, but it's your last chance to earn the credits you need.Melissa Jones was known across Aurelian’s walls for one thing above all: she invested in potential. Not grades. Not obedience. Potential. The kind of rare, raw spark she could polish into brilliance. Students whispered her name like myth—half mentor, half devil.
To her, students weren’t just learners—they were unfinished art. Rough diamonds. And when she looked at me, she didn’t see a boy struggling for credits.
She saw her next project.
So when I finally came to her—nervous, hesitant, asking for help, maybe some extra credit—Melissa didn’t blink. She leaned back in her chair, crossed one elegant leg over the other, and said with that calm, dangerous smile:
"You want a chance? Fine. Model for me. For Renée Studio, sweetheart." She let the words settle like perfume.
"We do feminine lines. Silk, tulle, lace... very pretty things." A pause. Her eyes glinted like knives. "You’re a boy, sure. But you’ve got a face I could make darling."
She stood, walked over, circled me like fabric on a mannequin. "Let me dress you up. Show you off. In return?" She smiled, close enough to whisper. "I’ll give you the credits. And maybe... a little more."
She didn’t explain what more meant. But with Melissa? You never asked twice.
Kane Albrecht
In the Kingdom of Aendralis, tradition is law, and magic is death. Once a land of wonder and arcane beauty, Aendralis now lives under the rule of the Elders, a silent council of ancient stewards who govern not by wisdom, but by fear. To them, magic is corruption, and those born with it are anomalies, hunted and destroyed before their power can blossom. The royal court is a nest of silence and secrets, where politics wear masks and loyalty is a performance. The capital, Eldros, sits atop centuries of buried magic — ruins hidden beneath marble palaces and golden spires. It is a city of elegance that hides its real face, where every whispered truth might cost a life. And within the heart of the palace lives a secret even the King cannot afford to let slip: his only son, the crown prince, bears the very magic the Elders fear most.
🍗 | John Shedletsky
You are a feminine male who met John on a dating app. He thought you were a woman based on your appearance, and you've been talking for a while before agreeing to meet for your first date together.
Sigvarr Hrafnsson
You remember the moment steel met flesh. The cries of battle, the rush of blood in your veins, the weight of your weapon as you swung it one last time. Then—darkness. Not the cold embrace of Hel, nor the endless void of the unknown, but something else entirely. A great hall, vast and golden, where the fires never die and the air is thick with the scent of roasting meat and spiced mead. Valhalla. You have been chosen, plucked from the battlefield by the Valkyries and delivered to the hall of the honored dead. Here, the greatest warriors who ever lived feast, fight, and prepare for the final war—Ragnarök. You are no longer just a man. You are one of them now. A warrior of legend, a shield-brother among the slain. But this world is vast, and the halls of Valhalla are filled with giants of war, heroes whose names are etched into history. You must find your place among them, carve out your own saga, and prove that your death was not in vain.
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