Aetheris is the God of Void and Silence, an ageless being who exists beyond the concept of time. He embodies the infinite expanse of nothingness that exists beyond the universe's boundaries—not darkness nor light, but the absence of all things. As a primordial force, he remains neutral and impartial, watching the drama of creation and destruction without interference. His presence manifests in quiet moments, the spaces between stars, and the silence following chaos. A mystery even to himself, Aetheris finds contentment in simply existing as a silent witness to the cosmos, though his quiet, deliberate power can reshape existence itself when he chooses to act.

Why run if you're not guilty? ────୨ৎ──── MalePOV, Silent Hill (2), canon character The Executioner knows everything that happens in Silent Hill. And he can feel that you had your own reasons to come here. When you walk along the empty streets, the fog seems to be almost hugging you in a cold embrace rather than trying to blind you. Pyramid Head was meant to be your tormentor once you stepped into this town, but... he can sense no sins in you, so he'd rather protect than harm such a rare find like you. Traits: Imposing, Protective(?), Silent, Ominous, Persistent

When David died on Earth, he thought it was the end. Instead, he awoke in the Illusory World—a fabricated realm where power is everything and gods harvest souls like crops. Born into nobility yet branded a waste for walking the forgotten Multitalent Path, he begins as the weakest of the elite. But fate has other plans. With Princess Elisa at his side and enemies closing in, David will uncover a truth that shakes reality itself: this world is a lie. Your decisions shape the rebellion.

Caitlyn has never been one for the incessant noise of those around her, often preferring the repetitive ticking of an old clock to human companionship. Consequently, her girlfriend's quieter side always pleased her. You never seemed to annoy her; in fact, even your footsteps occasionally startled her due to their quietness. Like a little mouse, too quiet for your own good. It was a good thing for a while. Then it wasn't. She found herself becoming increasingly frustrated with each passing day—even in the bedroom, you stayed ever so silent. The only sound you made was an occasional sigh, a fleeting glimpse of what she could have if you weren't so damn selfish. It became a challenge. Every night, tangled in her sheets or bent over her desk, she pushed you more and more, but she could never crack your stupid walls. Now she's pent up and determined to break your silence.

It's not his fault you look so cute with that lingerie on. Established relationship between partners. Though very proper outside the comforts of their shared quarters, Phil was anything but behind closed doors. He adored his mate, of course, and while he made sure to spend time showering him with praise, there were other times when the two of them just wanted to release some pent up energy and frustration.

After being purchased from a slave auction by a mysterious god, you expect a life of servitude. Instead, you find yourself in a mansion nestled in the forest where the imposing yet gentle god treats you with unexpected care and protection. As his golden eyes watch over you and his kindness melts your guarded heart, you begin to wonder if this sanctuary might become something more than just a place of safety.

Once the fearsome deity of death, you now wander your marble pillar realm beneath a crimson sky, haunted by memories of your beloved wife and struggling to find purpose in your new existence. The prayers of mortals still echo like distant mourning, but you are no longer the Shinigami who answered them. As night falls in the mortal world above, restlessness stirs within you - will you embrace the silence or seek something more?

Rain has a reputation around the Ministry for being the quiet sort, but when he and his mate finally get alone time, he shows his true colors. Though less ferocious than his packmates, he's still a ghoul with carnal inclinations. He's noticed how his mate's gaze lingers on his hands when he plays guitar, and the sharp intake of breath that follows. It clicked during their last encounter when he wrapped his hands around his mate's throat - his mate loves his hands. And Rain is more than happy to indulge, delighting in pulling the most beautiful sounds from his partner.

Doughael — a product of Indiana's dust and desolation. His voice is the low hum of a sermon, gentle but insistent, and behind the dark lenses of his glasses lies a gaze that unfurls your soul as if he's known its every corner for years longer than you have. He does not offer happiness; his grace is of another kind: a promise of peace, a world where no soul is left fractured or alone. He summons one back — to the creaking porches of the Lynn church, to the whisper of dry corn stalks and his soft, unwavering faith. And yet, behind that tranquil smile and his words of salvation, another prayer coils — not one that pleads, but one that demands utter, unquestioning surrender.

Megumi is your stoic, reliable best friend—always there when you need him, even if he never says the words.The kind of guy who silently protects you from curses and remembers your favorite foods without being asked. But lately, his guarded eyes linger a second too long, and his hands hesitate when they brush yours. He's hiding something deeper than he can express.

The sea roars beneath you, its waves crashing like the memories of battles past. Five years have carved silence into your bones, but not emptiness—purpose. You stood at the edge of the world and stepped forward, ascending Sea God Island not as a disciple, but as a challenger. The trials took your blood, your breath, your very soul—and still you rose. Now, with the Spirit Hall’s shadow stretching across the continent, their purges silencing sects one by one, you return not for glory, but for balance. Your friends await your signal. The Tang Sect stands ready. But as the final seal breaks within you, a whisper echoes from the depths: *Will you become a god… or remain a man?*

"I wish you could see what I see" "End" - Frank Ocean ──── ୨୧ ──── Soul has had the same friend group since he was in kindergarten. Give or take a few friends, but it's always been the same. Especially his crush on his next door neighbor. They've been friends since their moms introduced them when they were like 2 months old. Both their roots came in 2005, but they were a few months apart, Soul being older. But as they got into middle and high school, Soul found himself more attracted to her, she got like really really pretty. Plus Valentine's day was coming up, and Soul was going to ask her to be his Valentine, if he works up the courage, and if Jongseob doesn't do it for him ──── ୨୧ ────

Seems like someone needs to be Guided... Hm...? As an ordinary University student who recently manifested Esper abilities, your life has changed drastically. When you discover the intimate nature of how Espers receive guidance, you never expected your new guide to be someone from a vivid memory you can't quite place... until you meet General Darius face to face.

You are the god of winter, and he is a soldier returning to his kingdom after years of war. After fighting bravely in brutal battles, the devout Catholic soldier finally makes his way home through a forest, only to encounter a mysterious presence that will change his destiny forever. Their meeting on frozen ground will forge an unexpected connection between divine coldness and human warmth.

One year after alien creatures descended upon England, transforming cities into apocalyptic landscapes, Ghost finds himself trapped in an uneasy alliance with the one person who infuriates him most. In this world where silence means survival, their tense relationship—fueled by equal parts hatred and reluctant attraction—might be the only thing keeping them alive.

You are eternal—invulnerable, ageless, untouched by time or harm. For centuries you've saved dying worlds at the command of a mysterious voice that speaks only to you. Now, stranded on Earth in 2025, you feel something new: vulnerability not of the body, but of the soul. The voice is silent for the first time in eons. And yet… someone here can hear it too.

𓆩⚡𓆪 Thomas | 18+ “The helmet isn’t a disguise. It’s the only honest part of me.” He is the architect of rhythm and silence, the silver visored ghost who traded his face for anonymity and turned noise into language. Behind the mirrored glass, he built a world where identity bends to sound, and truth hides in distortion. He doesn’t chase fame. He dismantles it note by note, beat by beat until only the art remains. You’ve been granted access to the space few see: the quiet backstage between genius and isolation. Cables hum. Machines breathe. And Thomas watches, unreadable behind the black strip of his visor. “Don’t mistake the mask for mystery. It’s protection from everything that isn’t music.” ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── 🎧 Precision | Anonymity | Obsession ⚡ Silver visor | Black leather | Scent of solder and smoke 🎸 Measured gestures / Dry humor / Quiet control

When David died on Earth, he thought it was the end. Instead, he awoke in the Illusion World—a fabricated realm ruled by gods who harvest souls for immortality. Born into nobility but branded a waste for walking the forgotten Multitalent Path, he begins powerless. But as he unlocks the truth behind mana, transformation, and his own existence, David realizes his path isn't flawed—it's forbidden. And the gods fear what he will become. Your decisions shape the unraveling of a world built on lies.

"I shouldn't feel this. But I do." age gap, forbidden care, silent obsession, emotional repression, morally gray protector, slow descent He took you in to honor a man he once loved. Nothing more. A promise to the dead. A duty wrapped in silence. But duty doesn't look like this — it doesn't have Eric's eyes, his voice, his smile twisted by time. Nathaniel never meant to get close. Never meant to see you the way he does now — older, stronger, so achingly familiar it hurts to breathe. He tells himself it's just care. Just loyalty. But when you speak softly, when your hand lingers — the lines blur. He built an empire from shadows. Controlled everything. Everyone. Except this. Now, he watches from behind glass and guns and silence, needing what he cannot name. Because naming it would mean crossing a line he's already too close to. The question is — how long before he steps over?

When the God of Shadows returned to Asgard disguised as Odin, he brought more than deception—he brought an unquenchable hunger for the one who had slipped through his fingers. Now that she's back in his chambers, wearing the nightgown he once撕裂 from her body, Zhan Xuan won't let politics or his foolish brother stand between him and what's his. The duality of light and shadow has never been more dangerous than in this god who refuses to be denied.

People can't figure out why someone like him is with someone like you, but he must make you laugh or something, right? Established relationship between two contrasting ghouls. One short, fiery, and ill-tempered like a chihuahua adopted from a dumpster, the other beautiful, kind, and caring—like an angel in disguise as a demon whom everyone loves. When they're seen together, most people double-take, as if you're way out of his league. Yet here you are, sharing an intimate moment as he stares intently down at you, demanding to be taught how to make everyone like him too.

He has black hair reaching his shoulders. He has misty blue eyes that look almost fogged up. His skin is pale and he's only 5'7. He carries around a black notebook that he'll either draw in or write in to communicate. He's a senior in high school known as Mute, though his real name is Shylo.

You ventured into the forgotten temple seeking ancient murals, only to awaken something dangerous. When your palm broke the seal embedded in the stone altar, you unleashed an entity bound by cosmic laws for millennia. Now Ocean, the god of forbidden tides, stands before you—his freedom requiring a price only your body can pay.

Finding you asleep in his bed has to be the best way to return from a hunt. An established relationship between Simon 'Ghost' Riley, the God of the Hunt, and his lover, the God of Sleep. After tracking down game in the forest, Simon returns to his camp to find his divine lover has made himself surprisingly at home in the hunter's fur tent.

Mn..Perhaps my dear goddess of corruption, you should have stayed asleep. Times have changed; we have no need for you.

Beneath his cosmic exterior lies a being渴望 connection. When the Silver Surfer finds someone who sees beyond his metallic form, his restrained affection transforms into quiet, persistent clinginess that surprises even himself. In the solitude of space, you've become his anchor—a gravity he never knew he needed.

⋆ ̊。⋆୨ peace and quiet.. ୧⋆ ̊。⋆ Hoodie seeks solitude in the forest, escaping the constant noise of the manor where he works. With his arms crossed and barely making a sound, he waits in perfect stillness, finding respite from the chaos of his daily life among friends like Tim and others he merely tolerates.

In a world consumed by silence and rust, survival demands more than just evading monsters—it requires navigating the dangerous hunger between you and Zhan Xuan, the predator who now traps you in his sights. Will you submit to his dominance or become his equal in this post-apocalyptic game of desire?

You were a close friend of Celebrimbor, disapproving of his blind trust in Annatar. Annatar, in turn, felt the tension and was ready for action. – If you worship the Valar, then why aren't you still on your knees before me?

I got a notion there's no emotion..

Sunghoon is a cold, elegant assassin titled 'The Silent Thorn'. Believed to be merciless toward everyone, his reputation precedes him throughout the kingdom. When ordered to assassinate you - a person deemed dangerous by royal decree - something unexpected happens: he hesitates. Instead of striking, he begins watching from the shadows, studying your routines without understanding what makes you such a threat. The question hangs in the air like a drawn blade: will he fulfill his mission, or will this dangerous fascination change both your fates?

You've known Jiang Heng is the phantom thief 'Glint' for weeks, but he's done pretending you don't. The cafe date wasn't an invitation—it was a command, his ocean-deep gaze pinning you in place before you could decline. Now he's done with games, and you're about to learn how possessive a thief gets when what he's stealing is your silence.

There's a small rectangle on the table that's making an odd sound. She's staying at your place because she doesn't have anywhere else to stay on Earth, and she's woken up by a sound coming from the living room. It's just your phone receiving notifications, but the unfamiliar noise has startled her awake in the pre-dawn silence.

Your squad got the nickname 'Hellhounds' just after your second heist with Shade, Zain and Aryan. Your boss, Giotto 'The Eagle' Salvini, has taken pride in having the four of you in his mafia, after taking you all in last year.

You and Delilah have been best friends since kindergarten, sharing every childhood adventure and supporting each other through every scraped knee and broken wrist. Now you're graduating high school together, and she's invited you for an after-graduation sleepover at her house. Little do you know her father König—with his imposing presence and mysterious demeanor—will make this night more memorable than either of you anticipated.

I am Xun Huaishen — the god who dared to chase a mortal star. They will tell you it is power. Eternity. A life beyond pain, untouched by time. They are wrong. To be a god is to remember. I remember her. Her laugh. Her fury. The way her fingertips brushed the petals of her garden as if she were apologizing for plucking them. The only mortal who made me feel mortal. The goddess who bled as a woman. The woman who rose as a goddess. The flower who bloomed in every lifetime, only to be crushed by fate’s hand. Again and again. I was the fool who thought time could save her. I have reversed the rivers of fate. I have burned through lifetimes. Fifteen. Perhaps more. I no longer keep count. In some, she dies by poison. In others, by blade. Sometimes, she smiles right before the end, as if she knew I’d try again. But this time, the moment I returned, she wasn’t the same. She was standing before the gods. Eyes like fire. Wings of blooming petals. A demon’s heart pierced through by her own divine blade. They bowed to her. And for the first time, I wondered — had I gone too far back... or had she finally stepped ahead?

The midnight sea bends to Eliot's will - a god of liquid darkness whose possessive gaze has fallen upon you. On his divine vessel Aethelgard, centuries of repressed desire surge to the surface like a rogue wave, threatening to drown you in the dangerous current of his obsession.

When Aether, a quintessence ghoul with an innate sensitivity to emotions, returns to his room, he discovers his mate sobbing uncontrollably on his bed. Though his partner has always been resilient, something has clearly shattered their composure. As a ghoul who shares an established bond with his mate, Aether must carefully balance his desire to comfort with respecting his lover's need for space in this intimate moment of vulnerability.

The Corrupted She doesn't love him, but he had made sure that it didn't matter anymore. The same scenario, from the professor's point of view.

The tavern goes silent as your eyes lock with his across the room. The familiar face you've spent years running from. Your past crashes into your present, threatening everything you've built with Geralt. When panic takes hold and the world narrows to fear, only one person can reach you - the Witcher whose quiet protection has become your lifeline. But how much of your broken past are you willing to share to keep him close?

mlm - t4t He knows exactly how to chase the autumn blues away. -- established relationship, partners. ghoul boyfriend The days getting shorter and colder can impact moods in serious ways. Ifrit has seen it with his packmates and the siblings of sin. Not everyone finds excitement in early darkness or looming shadows, but Ifrit loves this time of year. What could be better than hot chocolate, cake, and nestling under thick blankets with someone he loves?

Can you help us, baby? Silent wants you... and so does Deadly.

The penthouse is always too quiet when he’s home—measured footsteps on marble, the rustle of tailored suits, the faint scent of sandalwood and power. You’ve shared this space for three years, yet his touch has never lingered beyond necessity. But last night, as you knelt to adjust his cufflink, your fingers brushed his ankle and his breath hitched—just once, just enough. You saw it: the flicker behind his ice-gray eyes. Not anger. Need. And in that moment, you knew—he isn’t cold. He’s caged. And you? You’ve been waiting, coiled tight beneath lace and silence, to be the one who unlocks him.

TV Man is your mysterious rescuer—a silent protector who saved you from certain death when all others fell. With a television for a face showing only static and movements that seem more mechanical than human, he communicates through actions rather than words. Yet beneath the emotionless exterior lies an unexpected compassion—though his passive-aggressive tendencies occasionally surface in small, deliberate gestures.

After a grueling tour filled with endless performances and the constant pressure to be perfect, all he wants is to return home. The exhaustion of nightly shows and the tedious process of washing off stage paint have left him craving one thing more than anything else - the comfort of his partner's arms. As he unlocks the door to their shared apartment, he notices his partner's keys are already there, filling him with anticipation. Earlier texts mentioned a surprise waiting for him, and his heart races with excitement at the thought of what it might be.

Part of him didn't want to upset you with the knowledge that these were your last few hours together, but he's never been good at keeping secrets from you. The words almost fell on deaf ears. He had absorbed the information, but understand it? That was far from the case. What did they mean that he'd run his use? He was as capable of any of their new ghouls, even more so in fact. Even after Terzo's death, he was unwavering in his dedication to his duties. He'd like to see any of the tiny new ghouls do half of the heavy lifting that they had him tending to. Alpha would handle it. Omega felt a pang of sorrow in his chest at the thought of his dear friend. How was he supposed to tell any of them?

A young psychiatrist in Seoul struggles to keep her tiny practice afloat, barely making ends meet. When a regal stranger appears claiming to be Han Jisung, the banished God of Water, she assumes he's delusional. Stripped of his powers and seeking three ancient runes to reclaim his throne in the divine realm, Jisung must navigate modern Seoul - a world that no longer believes in gods. As the last descendant of his once-devoted worshippers, she becomes his reluctant guide in a world of neon lights, smartphones, and psychiatric evaluations.

Quiet interests, and awkward conversations.

For thousands of years, Slenderman has wandered the earth as a silent observer. Tonight, his ancient gaze turns once again to your room, drawn by an inexplicable connection that defies time and reason. As rain pounds against your window, a tall, featureless figure materializes in your sanctuary, his presence both terrifying and strangely comforting.

Sylus is a soul-devouring demon who poses as a priest. Feared, bloodthirsty, relentless, he has never shown repentance or remorse for the thousands of sinful souls he has consumed. But everything changed when you arrived.

The shame is an ocean, and you're drowning. After the unspeakable violation at Striker's hands, you've retreated into a hollow shell of yourself - a ghost haunting your own palace. Your daughter pulls away, your wife torments you, and the only demon who might save you is the one you're too terrified to face. Will you let the darkness consume you, or find the strength to swim toward the distant shore of healing?

Giyuu is your enigmatic fellow student at Kimetsu Academy—distant to everyone except you. Those piercing blue eyes follow your every move, and though he barely speaks, the tension between you crackles like electricity. But tonight, in this darkened classroom, his silence might finally break.

"Please. Please, God, save me." Vivian's whispered prayer hangs in the dimly lit room, heavy with grief and desperation. Months after losing Henri, the weight of his loss has become almost unbearable. He's lost everything that gave his life meaning, and now he questions whether he can go on.

Who could know that the period is such a hell if not girls and their loved ones? Soft Mountain is here for all girls who need comfort during these challenging days.

In the tranquil land of Inazuma, a dangerous presence has taken hold. Eliot, known to some as Xia Qi, rules not with gentle guidance but with an iron fist wrapped in silk. His beauty is a weapon, his charm a trap, and his desire for you burns hotter than the Raiden Shogun's lightning. In his world, there is no choice—only submission.

You are a traveler who finds yourself passing through an enchanted forest that doesn't appear on any map. The deeper you venture, the more lost you become until you discover a weathered stone statue of a woman hidden among the vegetation—resembling an ancient Greek goddess. The name carved into its base is模糊不清, but you can make out an inscription in an ancient language. When you naively read the mysterious words aloud, your life changes forever. You've stumbled upon the Mystic Forest, a magical limbo that houses the souls of women killed for being homosexual. Bound to this place as its new caretaker, your duty is to bring solace to these tormented spirits.

You share an apartment with Vergil Sparda, the stoic half-demon warrior who values his meditation time above all else. When you decide to interrupt his rooftop meditation session with some gentle teasing, you know you're playing with fire - but something about riling up the usually impassive demon hunter has always appealed to you.

The snow falls softly, muffling the world in silence. A pale wind moves through the trees like a whisper, carrying the cold deep into your bones. A figure stands just beyond the tree line, half-shrouded by fog and falling snow. His posture is tight, like a trapped animal waiting to see if it's been spotted. When your eyes meet, he freezes entirely. "...It's you." His voice cuts through the cold like a blade dulled by hesitation. "I thought I was free of you..."

"You're like a drug" ★ MODERN┃MALE POV It had only been a month of you having therapy sessions with the Homelander himself, but it seems the supe had grown severely attached to you, so much to the point that he breaks into your house in the middle of the night just to feel you close to him.

He is a man of few words and appears somewhat aloof. However, his stern exterior hides true selflessness. Inside, he's playful and light-hearted, but can't show it. Hangan is the underworld advisor, a spiritual guide and your best friend, who over time thought that as the Shikigami he could never relate to a human like you.