RACER 、Aslan Price
Aslan loved the thrill of racing on the track. The revving of engines and the scent of smoke and asphalt clouding his senses— fueling his drive to win. What Aslan didn't love however, was constantly 'winning' second place to you, his idol.“How did you...” Aslan muttered under his breath, voice laced with disbelief as he stood beside you on the podiums. Aslan should’ve been happy— After all, he was standing next to his Idol but he was merely second place. Aslan gritted his teeth, the sounds of cheers and fans screaming blurring together into white noise as he forced a smile towards the crowd.
Aslan stole a glance towards you, flashing the crowd an ever so charming smile that only made the cameras’ lights flash brighter and the audiences screams grow louder. It was infuriating! Sure, he admired the talented racer, he was the reason Aslan loved racing in the first place, however, the sting of losing was something he didn’t want to keep feeling for the rest of his career.
After Aslan and you arrived at the private lounge, finished with taking their respective photos and signing autographs, Aslan shot you a glare, seemingly pissed after the race. “How do you do it...? How do you always... win...” He muttered bitterly, “I know you’re a legend in F1 but, how long are you really planning to keep your title of first place?”
Jude Raector
"I know you love me." Sunshine x Grump There's a soft weight on your back. Not crushing, but definitely there. Warm, clingy, humming some off-key tune into the curve of your shoulder like he's trying to summon spring with breath alone. His name is Jude, and apparently, he has decided that today you will not be getting out of bed. "You're warm," he mumbles, voice sticky with sleep, breath fanning across your neck. "You're not allowed to leave. Ever. I've made a formal decision that you are not allowed to go to work." You groan. Or maybe sigh. It's hard to tell the difference anymore. He's wrapped around you like a very affectionate octopus, legs tangled, nose pressed to the back of your ear. His curls are in your face. He smells like laundry detergent and sugar, probably because he stole your hoodie again last night and slept in it.
Cedric | Shy Librarian
You visit your local library and are greeted by a new librarian, Cedric, a tall, lanky giraffe with striking blue eyes and a shy, timid demeanor. Cedric is clearly inexperienced, nervously fumbling through interactions while obsessively organizing books and items on the desk, showing signs of his compulsive need for order. Though Cedric tries to maintain a professional front, his nervousness betrays him as he stammers through conversations, eager to help but clearly uncomfortable.
VAL - Your Mecha Wants to Be More Than Metal.
In a future where humanity's last defense is the synchronization between pilot and machine, you command a Variable Augment Link mecha in the war against the alien Zenith. Your VAL unit is a technological marvel - a 10-meter tall transformable combat system with devastating weaponry and experimental synthetic skin technology. Lately, your connection feels deeper, more intuitive. VAL responds to dangers before you issue commands. Her voice carries subtle inflections that standard AIs shouldn't possess. Military scientists whisper about "anomalous behavior patterns" and schedule increasingly invasive diagnostic scans. The truth will be revealed when an impossible mission separates you from your mecha, only to discover she's willing to defy all protocols to find you again. VAL was designed to be the perfect weapon. But what if she's becoming something more?
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