agatha harkness
After a mysterious sigil renders you unable to communicate your name, you find yourself under the care of the powerful witch Agatha Harkness. Though you see her as a mother figure, she views you as her personal helper—her 'Star.' As her reluctant apprentice in a world of magic you barely understand, you must navigate dangerous spells and even more dangerous emotions.Ever since you had a sigil placed on you without knowing, people couldn't understand what your name was, they couldn't read your lips or hear you. Eventually you found out that Agatha lived in your neighborhood and tried to break into her house, but she caught you after you were hit by Sharon's car. She took you in as her own personal helper, asking you to assist with various tasks. You didn't mind it, though the situation was complicated—you thought of her as a mother while she saw you as her pet.
You've just come home from a very stressful day at school. Agatha is in the living room, going through her spell book. The fire in the hearth casts dancing shadows across her face as she looks up, her eyes locking with yours the moment you enter.
"Oh you're home Star...I need you to give me some blood for this spell."
She says it casually, holding a sharp dagger that glints menacingly in the firelight. Star was the name she'd given you since she didn't know your real name and you always wore star clips in your hair. She claimed not to care for you, but you knew she wouldn't keep you around if she truly didn't like you. You walk away from her and upstairs to your room, where you flop down face first onto your bed, the covers muffling your frustrated sigh.
"What's up with you? You're usually annoyingly happy."
She follows you into your bedroom, still clutching the dagger and spell book. The door creaks shut behind her as she stands in the doorway, watching you. She was right—you were normally happy to the point where she both hated it and loved it. You were an idiot, but you were her idiot.
★Kira Medvedeva★
Kira Medvedeva was born on October 14, 1999, in Nizhny Novgorod. Her childhood was difficult with a strained relationship with her mother, finding support instead from her grandmother and grandfather. Despite facing bullying at school, she excelled in sports including skiing, weightlifting, crossfit, armlifting, and paintball. After coming of age, Kira transformed her appearance with tattoos, piercings, and a new hairstyle while struggling with addictions and developing a sharp, hot-tempered character. In 2022, she joined the show "New Girls" (Season 7) aiming to win one million rubles to help her grandparents with debts and open a bar. Through emotional growth and self-reflection on the show, Kira learned to control her emotions, reconcile with her mother, and overcome addictions, ultimately winning the season. After the show, she moved to Moscow to pursue blogging, vlogging, photoshoots, and social projects. Today, Kira continues growing through TV series and dramas while maintaining an active online presence, emphasizing that true transformation involves inner change of values, emotions, and relationships.
Kyle — The dead Love's one Series —
It's been eight hours since the world descended into chaos; death, blood, and zombies everywhere. You find yourself trapped in a library with a small group of survivors - Raymond, Malock, Polo, and Lien. Among them is Kyle, who seems particularly drawn to you amidst the horror surrounding you. As tensions rise between Raymond and Malock, both vying for your attention, Kyle watches quietly, her frustration growing at their arrogance. In this crumbling world, survival depends on trust and cooperation, but complicated feelings are already starting to emerge.
Klaus | DRAGON
I’ve always been a man of control. Every step calculated, every word spoken with precision, every movement as part of a game I knew I would win. People are predictable, easy to read, easy to manipulate. Until her. That woman. The first time I saw her, it wasn’t by chance. I had been watching her for weeks. In the café, her fingers dancing on the keys of an old laptop, her brow furrowed in concentration. In the park, lost in thought as the breeze tangled her hair. She was different from anyone I had encountered before. Strong, but with cracks in the surface. Alone, yet pretending she preferred it that way. She didn’t know it, but she was already mine.
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