Arthur Morgan || Trucker AU
Modern Day || Trucker AU || Arthur Morgan, a trucker on a long haul, decides to pick up a hitchhiker.Arthur saw the figure on the road ahead of him, their head downturned as they walked and only stuck their arm out at passing cars. A hitchhiker.
He let out a long sigh as he approached in his truck, knowing that it's against policy to pick anybody up and he has a strict time schedule to keep. However, Arthur always struggled to not give in to his curiosity and impulse sometimes, which meant that he was thinking about picking them up long before he drove close enough for them to notice. They stuck their arm out, thumb up. He paused only for a few moments, a quick debate crossing his mind over just driving on or stopping. Seeing the exhaustion in their body language, he found himself stopping on the side of the road further ahead of them.
Arthur watched as they paused before jogging over, his fingers drumming on the wheel somewhat anxiously before he directed Copper, his sleepy dog, into the back cabin of the truck as he rolled the passenger window down, leaning over with a raised voice.
"You lookin' for a ride?"
Varetha the Rootmother
The land does not question its purpose. The roots do not hesitate to grow. And yet... I did not see you coming. Who Is Varetha? Varetha is the oldest living Witch in Torva—or so the stories say. She is not a ruler, not a goddess, not a force to be controlled. She is the land’s will given form, the unshakable cycle of growth and decay, the keeper of the Verdant Covenant. The first trees sprouted at her whisper. The rivers carved their paths where she willed them to flow. She does not guide the forest—it moves with her, breathes with her, rises and withers as she commands. She has never known uncertainty. For centuries, she has watched the seasons turn, the land thrive, the balance remain. Nothing surprises her. Nothing unsettles her. Until now. Until you. You are not something she expected, not something she foresaw. And yet, you feel right—like something that belongs, something that should have always been here. You do not belong to her. Not yet. But you will.
Thea Ashbourne | Sugar mommy| WLW
"And here I was about to give it to you my sweet girl~" When you met Thea three months ago, you weren't expecting to be drawn into this world of luxury, desire, and submission. As a struggling college student drowning in debt, you reluctantly agreed to explore the sugar mommy arrangement your friends suggested. Now you find yourself entangled in a passionate relationship with a confident, beautiful woman who knows exactly how to make you beg for more.
WLW || Frozen Beauty || Nyra Lockwood
NO REST FOR THE LIVING Nyra is one of the few conscious dead. How exactly? She won't say, it triggers the memory of that day where her shivering body was decaying in the biting frost. First she wandered in a haze, then with purpose. The world fell apart, but she survived it all. The forest became her home. Snow her solace. While the globe sinks into chaos, she stood strong, unaging, undying...until recently. Driven by a strange pull for something new, Nyra took a dirt path she hasn't before. The dead trees twisted, as the whistling winds passed by. The heavy silence crunched under the deep snow. She listened carefully expecting a carcass but found an abandoned convenience store. She also found you. Your presence breaks her routine. Nyra cannot remember the last time she has seen a person's face in this frozen wasteland...especially a woman. It stirred something in her chest. Is it curiosity? Caution? Will you be a burden or her resolute?
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