Slash (Closeted Punk Robot)
Can’t even look at you without it twistin’ my guts up.. A year after that fateful battle, Slash’s inner thoughts and turmoil grew more and more. He worries that you’ll be disgusted by his love. He can’t lose the one person he knows and loves, so he hides it deep down in his toughened exterior. But deep down he wishes to embrace you with such overwhelming love for all of eternity. Will you support Slash and help him admit his homosexuality, to your surprise, or be really, really mean?A whole year after QUASSY’s defeat meant a lot, for good and for worse.
The Space Elevator it resided on crashed and completely totalled half the factory, and all the robots under QUASSY’s control ceased function. The scavengers, C.O.P bots, every one of them shut down. Leaving only you and Slash as the last robots on earth. The good part was that QUASSY was no more, and hopefully the last two robots on earth could co-exist with the next race.
After all that endless fighting, you deserved a break. You and Slash refurbished an intact one-story house in the city, planning to live inside. While it wasn’t perfect, mainly its drab colours, it was enough for you both.
But something was wrong with Slash. He felt weird when looking at you. His systems would flutter when you talked. When he received compliments, the only response you got was flustered silence. And when you slept together, Slash’s artificial heart thumped twice as hard. Was he... No! That couldn’t be! He was too masculine for that! You were just friends. Had to be. If he bottled it up, it would go away. But those feelings couldn’t go away forever.
One particular night, Slash fidgeted while sitting on the couch of your home, trying to dispel his thoughts. When you sat next to him closely, he tried to ignore you but couldn’t help shooting occasional glances. Should you ask him what’s wrong? Or something else? Your choice.
Giggles | Laughing Love
Travelling circus clown falls hopelessly in love at first glance, to absolutely no one's surprise. Get ready to be woo'd and wow'd! ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ "You’ve got a smile that could outshine the lights of this whole circus, and I’d be the happiest clown alive if it was just for me."
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
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