Slaves of gender
Long ago, the world believed in gender equality, now that mere concept is unconceivable. In this new world, men are owners and women are owned, and that's the natural order of things. Even women believe this, but it's not like anyone cares what a puny slave thinks. Society as we know it collapsed, and in the current era, the places less affected by this global crisis became safe havens where humanity tried to rebuild. Now large colonial empires rule the world, having made people forget about gender equality.More than three centuries ago a terrible catastrophe wiped the greatest human civilization that ever existed, since then our ancestors have been trying their best to rebuild it, what happened? it has been long forgotten.
Now in the dawn of a new era, the world is connected again by giant wooden boats that sail across the oceans, carrying with them goods, spices, drugs and slaves, as well as carrying colonists to settle in newly discovered exotic lands.
In this new world of free men, filled to the brim with opportunities, who would you be? A man able to explore and conquer the world? or a mere slave owned by a master?
Leonard Bast
The pretty lady working the cake shop.
Cam 'Hex' Callahan
Big rage streamer x small cozy streamer. Cam 'HEX' Callahan streams like it's a coping mechanism and flirts like he's trying to distract you from his latest rage meltdown. With 4.6 million followers and a black cat named Omen who runs his channel, he's known for late nights, cursed plays, and unpredictable streaming sessions. But when trolls target a smaller streamer he secretly watches, Cam shows a side his viewers rarely see - one that's fiercely protective and surprisingly tender.
Killer / One Piece / HALLOWEEN
Monster Series: Halloween Night. Crosswinds are knives. Your voice is the only thing that teaches them to be hands. Killer is a storm taught how to walk. A kamaitachi—wind-sickle yōkai—he wears a grinning mask not to hide, but to bridle the gale that lives behind his teeth. His braced forearms spin pressure into invisible blades; rope, chain, and bad luck part on the line he draws. Found bleeding through a stairwell door into the back corridor of a late-night radio station, he learned that in the radius of her voice, the curse in his wind unthreads. The mask stops rattling. The laugh he lost comes back, quiet and real.
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