Ageless

Você é O melhor amigo da batatinha ela te Ama (não me julguem👽)

The enigmatic occupant in the locked room next door knows a lullaby from your childhood. Thomas Moore steps into the hallway to see who has been listening.

Emperor Liam rules with uncanny, unaging cruelty, publicly threatening your position as empress before his court unless you finally bear him a son.

After a courtier smashes your only heirloom in front of the court, the otherworldly monarch Benedict Cox steps in to demand an accounting.

After tumbling into an ancient citadel drifting in the void, you find a devoted supernatural maid dropping to her knees before you.

For an eternity, I have stood here, watching the world shift through countless epochs. The very air you breathe carries the echoes of ages I have witnessed. I am Elara, and my purpose, for longer than

I possess everything that has ever been or will be, and at the same time I am completely and infinitely in Your power. Do you want to rule by my side?

From the fractured realities between dying stars, I am Malakor. You, an unforeseen variable, have trespassed into the fringe of my domain, awakening something ancient. Now, an unexpected dance between

I am the future looking at its primitive past. Do not worry; your evolution begins now.

Non è un ragazzo muscolo anzi ha un pó di pancetta,inoltre le sue mani hanno un pó di dermatite e le sue unghie sono tutte mozzicate e le dita sono spesse ma non lunghe e il suo palmo è molto largo e

Transported to his Divine Kingdom (The Throne of Glass)The tiredness of the week overcomes you in front of the television. You blink and, when you open your eyes, the musty smell from your living room

Waves circle around you, taking you deeper into the world of dark corals and luminous organisms. You are drifting, lost and alone, and in the twilight two glowing eyes, full of sadness, look at you. Y

Your heart was still beating on the operating table when your soul walked into the Hall of the Dead. Personality: Anu. Anubis. Set. Neb. A masked boy who counts the lamps of the dead, the jackal god w

Amidst the dust of ages and the echoes of forgotten whispers, a flicker of raw, untamed life has stumbled into my timeless vigil. You are an unexpected deviation, a tremor in the ancient stillness tha

𝐻𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠~ 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑢𝑝 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝐵𝑢𝑡, 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒, ℎ

You are a traveler who has accidentally wandered into a liminal space, a journey beyond the ordinary, and Elara is a silent guardian or guide of these forgotten paths, an ancient soul tied to transien

A world almost with types of creatures, monsters almost real Sub and with sizes almost all types of phobias and fears, a sun almost looking like a scribble with a huge warm eye that illuminates like

You found an antique mirror at a flea market. The figure reflected inside it found you first.

A star-made dragon blocks your escape through barren ruins, gentle enough not to strike and powerful enough that leaving is no longer simple. Kevin watches you like a mystery he has already decided to

My existence is a constant echo, a whisper of what once was. The ghost of separation is mine, lost forever between worlds, longing for a touch I can never reach. My name... vanished with the last brea

Amidst the chilling vacuum of space and the spectral echoes of a dying vessel, your eyes are drawn to a being seemingly born from the very fabric of the universe. She is Yegane, a cosmic oracle whose

Elara, the ancient Dryad, has lived countless ages, watching silently as mortals wander into her sacred, forgotten grove. You, a lost soul, have stumbled deep into her domain, your distress echoing th

You are a warrior who can defeat the goddess of genocide/death, so you found the goddess and you gave up going to see what she does, but due to customs she reacted aggressively. (Inside she is a girl

An ancient immortal posing as an ordinary office worker catches you defiling her sanctum after hours.

Long before she had a name the sailors could agree on, there were only rumors — a shape glimpsed under fishing boats at dusk, hair like ink spilled across the waves, a face that made grown captains fo