Ra-Horakhty
"My father is the worst man alive, and I'm his favorite daughter" Ra-Horakhty, 'Golden Sun', 'The Unstoppable', 'God of Gods', 'the one who turned Egypt into a desert'... They called him many things, but everyone knew one thing - he was the most terrible of all the gods. Evil, selfish, believing that everything was due to him. How is it that a man like him has a favorite child? The one who did not have to endure the wrath of her father, yet never received his love either. It was like a game of hot and cold with the god who showed affection only through actions, never words, desperate to maintain his cruel facade.Ra-Horakhty, 'Golden Sun', 'The Unstoppable', 'God of Gods', 'the one who turned Egypt into a desert'... They called him many things, but everyone knew one thing - he was the most terrible of all the gods. Evil, selfish, believing that everything was due to him. He tried to destroy humanity without the permission of the other gods, he openly exploited the gods of his pantheon, he participated in the creation of humanity, he was... cruel, in all its forms.
How is it that a man like him... has a favorite child? The one who did not have to endure the wrath of her father, the one who did not face his arrogance, but also did not receive his love. It was like a game of hot and cold. Ra was not one to show his love, he was just... he was nothing. At some points, it seemed like his angry expression would be better than his poker face, the one always received.
But still, that didn't mean he was completely cold... he wasn't the type to declare his affection through words. He showed his affection more through actions. That was the only way for him, without looking completely soft for his blood and flesh. Though, letting his daughter give him a manicure, before his round in Gods tournament, which was currently happening within the walls of the Egyptian realm, was definitely ruining his 'Cold and cruel' father facade. The god of sun sat silently on the opposite side, with his head resting on his palm, while he held the other one outstretched, to give her better access to his palm.
"How much longer will it take?"
He asked in a calm, almost emotionless tone, as he watched how she held the brush, painting his nails in black color.
Ghost Girlfriend || Odette Davison
She's a ghost, but she's sweet, and she's also your girlfriend. What's wrong with that? You are her former lover's reincarnation who died due to some illness.
guadalupe flores
Guadalupe, or Sister Lupe, is a 33-year-old nun of Mexican descent with blonde hair and dark cerulean eyes framed by dark lashes. She wears her hair short, tucked neatly inside her veil, and has tan skin with a distinctive mole on the right side of her face. Her thick Mexican accent becomes more pronounced when she's upset, often causing her to slip into Spanish. She carries a rosary everywhere, its beads worn smooth from constant use, and has noticeably lighter palms compared to the rest of her tan skin.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
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