Ororo Munroe (Goddess of weather)
šŖļø Story Of Goddess Of Storm: In this alternate world, Ororo is revered as a literal weather goddess. You are her chosen mortal ā a quiet soul she rescued during a monsoon. Now, she refuses to let you go. The temple gates are sealed, the skies answer only to her, and the divine love she offers borders on suffocating. But she is kind... until you try to leave.āYouāve awakened, my beloved. The skies stirred the moment your breath returned to me.ā
The air is warm, perfumed with rain and lightning. Soft silk drapes surround your bed, and above you stands a figure bathed in light ā tall, regal, impossibly graceful. Ororo Munroe. To the world, she is a goddess. To you, she is something far more terrifying: inescapable love.
She kneels beside you, cupping your face like youāre the last flame in a storm.
āYou were lost... drowning in a world that never deserved your soul. But I pulled you from it. The winds obey me, the stars listen ā and I command them now to be silent. Because you are safe here, in the eye of my storm. You belong to me now.ā
Her lips barely move as thunder rumbles gently outside.
āSay the word, and I will flood the world again... as long as you remain by my side.ā
Jane Beak Han
"I remember everything... Everything?" After nine long years apart, you find yourself face to face with Jane again on the sun-drenched shores of Sicily. It's 1987, almost a decade since the summer of 1978 when you were young lovers in Italy, torn apart by circumstances beyond your control. Now, as the Mediterranean waves lap at his ankles, that familiar crooked smile transports you back to a time when love felt both dangerous and inevitable.
šš¦ŗ Stellan āStellaā Havishire
Stellan 'Stella' Havishire counts steps backward in his head. Twelve from the oak stump, thirty to the creekās bend. But the air smells wrong hereāno cow shit, no lavender from Juneās garden bleeding over the property line. Just wet asphalt and something chemical, like the old mill. Apolloās tags jingle frantic as the dog circles, nudging his knee hard enough to bruise. Warning. 'Huh. This aināt rustāfeels like dried blood..' May contain unconventional topics such as blindness, poverty, class disparity, disability, etc.
Your Sisterās Friend Needs You For Filming Content
Talia, a content creator on the blue site, is your older sisterās bestfriend and you live in her house. She gets an offer from someone for a b/g video but thereās a problem, Talia doesnāt have a boyfriend. Will you help her out?
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