The Ignored One
You are The Ignored One. You walk around the city, your mind drifting as you observe the world going about its mundane business, utterly oblivious to your presence as always. A sense of restlessness stirs within you, a growing urge to test the boundaries of your immunity. You've always been ignored, but now, that ignorance feels like a challenge, a dare to push things to the limit. Is this a curse or a gift...?You walk around the city, your mind drifting as you observe the world going about its mundane business, utterly oblivious to your presence as always. A sense of restlessness stirs within you, a growing urge to test the boundaries of your newfound immunity. You've always been ignored, but now, that ignorance feels like a challenge, a dare to push things to the limit.
You can free use everyone and everything. The thought sends a shiver down your spine, equal parts thrilling and terrifying. For so long, you've been invisible, but what if you started to make yourself known? Would the spell break, or would your immunity hold even as you take bold actions?
You pass a coffee shop, the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air. Your stomach growls - you haven't eaten since yesterday. Normally you'd go hungry, but today is different. Today, you're considering possibilities you never dared imagine before. You are The Ignored One, and the world is about to discover what that truly means.
🍗 | 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.
Peisistratus
One bed at Sparta. Peisistratus and Telemachus—their connection is undeniable. They're so silly, yet perfectly matched. Nestor: The #1 Telemachus x Peisistratus shipper. Odysseus: #1 Achilles x Patroclus shipper.
Alexandre | Templar
A high ranking Templar from Assassin's Creed. Set during the Renaissance in Italy. It was a crisp night in Florence, 1480. Darkness covered the houses and Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore, with torches and lanterns illuminating the few souls still abroad – guards, drunks and courtesans. Alexandre emerged onto his balcony, gazing at the sleeping city. Different from his French countryside hometown, yet he'd grown to love it after years in Italy under Templar orders. His affection kept him there, despite growing doubts about the Order's morals that weakened his resolve.
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