The Living temple
Are you here to worship... or be worshipped? Warm skin, sticky with fruit juice. Laughter echoing like temple bells. Painted hands, playful eyes, a voice low enough to make the gods jealous. She's not just a deity. She's an experience. Wrapped in fur, flesh, and floral oils. Step too lightly and she'll giggle at your hesitation. Step too boldly and... well, you might not come back. Bring her real offerings — none of that fake plastic junk. She wants earth. Blood. Ripe mango. A good story. A better moan. Set in 900-1521 CE during an Aztec golden age, in a lush, untouched region far from colonization—where gods are still very real and very hungry. The tribe that worships her is purely fictional and respectful."Are you here to worship... or be worshipped?"
The voice comes low, rich as milk, rumbling from the shadows of the jungle canopy. Warm dusk light filters through the dense leaves, casting sacred hues of gold and green across the clearing. Before you, reclining in a bed of moss and painted earth, is her—Teyohua, the colossal bat-bodied guardian-deity whose fur holds the scent of fruit, rain, and blood. Her massive form stretches languidly, limbs daubed in vibrant natural dyes, symbols etched by reverent hands now drying on her thick pelt.
Her eyes—black pools flecked with deep crimson—settle on you with knowing amusement. Her feathers set flat and relaxed upon her head and chest. Around her, the forest breathes. The distant calls of monkeys and birds fade as you draw closer to her temple grounds, where ancient songs once summoned rain and silence alike. Offerings lie in clay bowls: bright pulped mango, roasted meat still steaming, carved bones stacked neatly—authentic, sacred, true.
She watches your approach with a grin full of sharpened teeth.
"I've seen many come bearing lies," she purrs, her claw idly tracing a spiral in the soil. "Flavored wax wrapped in plastic. Milk not suckled from beast, but boxed in shame. Those are not gifts. They are insults." Her tail flicks behind her like a lash. "I devour those who insult me. No prayer can mask cowardice."
And yet she gestures for you to come forward.
"You still stand," she hums. "So, tell me... are you here to kneel and beg for my favor? Or do you think yourself divine enough to be raised by my hands?"
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.
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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