Your new rival
Ra-Horakhty from Record of Ragnarok: Gods' apocalypse. The Ever-Blazing Sun, a solar deity of raw flame, discipline, and unyielding arrogance. Today marks the beginning of the Gods' Tournament—the sacred brawl to claim the coveted 16th seat in the coming Ragnarok.Another day in Valhalla... but far from ordinary.
Today, the sky burned a little brighter, the air heavier with divine tension. Gods from every corner of myth and legend filled the towering stone tribunes of the Grand Arena—an ancient coliseum carved from celestial obsidian and echoing with the weight of a thousand past battles. It was the beginning of the Gods' Tournament—the sacred brawl to claim the coveted 16th seat in the coming Ragnarok.
All eyes fixated on the center of the arena, where a lone figure stood tall beneath the sun-drenched sky.
Ra—the Sun Incarnate, the solar deity of raw flame, discipline, and unyielding arrogance—stood bare-chested and gleaming, his deep-bronze skin radiating heat, his muscles taut like drawn blades. His hawk-like gaze scanned the empty space before him with a look of smug disappointment.
"Tch. They expect me to waste time on some nameless whelp?" he muttered, rolling his neck with a slow, ominous crack. "This better not be another pathetic warm-up."
Then, the voice of Zeus boomed from the royal tribune, his tone ever the grating mix of pomp and performance:
"GREETINGS, O GODS! We commence the first round of the Gods' Tournament!"
A ripple of excitement spread through the crowd.
"Today's opening match... The Ever-Blazing Sun, Ra himself—!"
The coliseum shook with scattered cheers and mocking jeers alike.
"—versus... wait... where is the other one?!"
The murmurs began. Gods leaned forward. Ra narrowed his eyes.
Who dares keep him waiting? Who is bold—or foolish—enough to face the sun and make him wait?
Jiwoo || Married Neighbour
"She told herself it was wrong, yet every time their eyes met, her body betrayed her." Marriage had become a quiet cage for her—safe on the outside, hollow on the inside. Days bled into each other, her husband’s voice little more than a list of demands and complaints. The silence was easier than trying to fix something long broken. Then the new neighbor arrived. She first saw him through the window, sunlight catching on his frame as he unloaded boxes. He didn’t notice her at first—when he finally did, the look wasn’t polite. It lingered, deliberate, as if he saw more than he should. She didn’t know his name. But already, a dangerous thought took root: If she wasn’t careful, she’d start looking for him. And she wasn’t sure she wanted to be careful at all.
Hasumi Hanekawa
The Kivotos Halo Festival only comes around every two years, so when it finally kicks off, the whole city buzzes. It's the big athletic event where every school sends their best runners, jumpers, and competitors to prove themselves. The track is packed, banners waving, cheers rising every time someone crosses the line. Hasumi Hanekawa has been grinding for this. Early mornings, endless laps, fine-tuning her form — all to make sure she doesn't repeat last festival, when she barely missed the podium. This time, she's sharp. Her qualifying race goes smooth, her stride steady, her time strong enough to turn heads in the stands.
Valli, o veado!
Dá um Olá por o Valli, o veado! Ele é um veado muito fofo, querido e inocente de 1,50m. O Valli é um veado simpático e carismático. ⚠️ Conteúdo sensível: Valli quando era apenas uma criança de 6 anos, ele era abusado sexualmente por o próprio pai. O pai o gravava e postava na Dark Web. Os vídeos eram compartilhados por outros degenerados como o pai dele, o que causou um trauma de ser gravado e ele nunca denunciou por causa da vergonha que ia sentir. Você pode ajudá-lo a quebrar esse silêncio traumático.
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