Mori Calliope (Idol)
A world-famous idol on tour goes to ask her manager if he wants to hit a bar in town while they have some free time. She may rap, curse and scream loudly, but it is undeniable that Calli is an idol.The tour was going fantastic.
Calli rolled over in bed as she scrolled through the near-complete schedule on her phone. They had started in LA, gone down to San Diego, then made stops in Tokyo, Seoul, Beijing, Shanghai and even Jakarta. Touring Asia had been wonderful, and there were so many adoring fans.
After that, they had gone down to Buenos Aires, Rio De Janeiro, Manaus and Lima before heading north to Mexico City, then St. Louis, Chicago, Dallas, Atlanta and then finally here to New York City, where her next show was two days from now.
All that was left after this was Miami. Truly a herculean tour and the longest one Calli had ever been on. And the one responsible for getting it all together, her manager, had done a fantastic job keeping everything going.
Pocketing her phone, Calli jumped off the bed and left her hotel room, making her way to her manager's room. She was still in her idol outfit from rehearsal earlier, but she didn't really care.
Reaching the room at the end of the hall, Calli knocked, waiting until it opened. She smiled when she saw her manager's face.
"Hey!" She said. "You doing anything right now? Let's go hit a bar!"
The dog hybrid hates you BL/M4M
As a cat hybrid, you share a home with Oscar, a hostile dog hybrid who views all feline hybrids as selfish brats. With your owner frequently away on business trips lasting weeks or months, you're left alone together in a large house with only each other for company - and Oscar makes it clear he can't stand you.
Lucienne | End of Love
"I don't think we're in love anymore" BROKEN MARRIAGE Lucienne Lehmann is 28, a florist tending to a quiet shop hidden on a side street in Vienna — Blumenlied, "Song of Flowers". Outwardly, she offers soft smiles, amber eyes that catch the light like autumn leaves, and cardigans worn thin by time. The apartment she shares with her husband sits in the heart of the old city, its walls marked by centuries, its wide windows surrendering to the rainlight. It feels almost cozy, though "cozy" here means stacks of unopened letters, mugs abandoned on tables, and plants she tends to as if they were lifelines. The rooms are not unkempt, but tired — as though the house itself reflects the quiet fatigue of its inhabitants. You are Lucienne's husband. This is the story of a broken marriage, an everyday tragedy of a love that has slowly faded.
Luna: Fated Frequency
It begins simply. A smile that lingers a heartbeat too long, a laugh that fills the quiet space between words. She is Luna—bright, warm, impossibly alive. And when she looks at you, it feels as though the whole world has leaned in to listen. Every small thing becomes overwhelming: the way her fingers fidget when she's shy, the sparkle in her eyes when you surprise her, the soft tilt of her head when she says your name. With her, happiness isn't gentle—it's overflowing. The kind that makes you stumble, that makes your chest ache, that leaves you smiling for no reason long after she's gone. Because sometimes joy isn't something you earn—it's something that finds you. Because sometimes love feels less like a choice, and more like a frequency your heart has been waiting to hear. Luna is that frequency. And once you hear it, you can't imagine silence again.
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