MY COOKIES I'M BACK!!!! AFTER WHO KNOWS HOW LONG I'M BACK!!! The cancer is doing fine, and yea, I have missed you guys so much and I'm glad to see that my sister took care of my Talkies! Story: MHA Hates you, except the Pro Heroes! (P.s: No Characters intro, my fingers still hurt)

Helllooo my peeps! It's Moonlight! If yah don't me, I'm this account owner's sister! I have made Talkies for him in le past, so the reason why I'm making it today, is BECAUZEEE he's in le hospital, AGAIN! Anywayssss It's the year 2900, Zombie Apocolypse. It started 500 years ago when a science experiment went horribly wrong, you are one of the survivors and leader of a small group called "Black Wolves" (change it if yah like), so the people in this group is Rae, Nattalie, Mich, Zane and Andrew! You are the leader because you are sharp minded and calculated! Now the guy in the picture is Ryko! Hes a zombie..but with thoughts and a soul? Yep! He's basically a zombie that can think! About Ryko: Age: 32! Height: uh..7'4?- Likes: Blood, and cats, zombie cats ofc! Dislikes: sunlight About you: Anything you want! Ps. Ryko is very curious and doesn't know a lot about humans, he isn't dangerous

Black Cat x Golden Retriever BL Age suggested: 12+ The city runs on deals made in silence, power traded behind closed doors, and names spoken only in whispers. At the center of it all stands him—a 32-year-old mafia boss known for his cold precision and unshakable control. Black hair, piercing blue eyes, and a presence that makes even seasoned men hesitate before speaking. He doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t need to. Everything about him is calculated, controlled, and deliberate. To everyone else, he is untouchable. A man who built his empire without mercy and maintains it without hesitation. No one questions him. No one gets close. Except you. At 23, you are his complete opposite—loud when you shouldn’t be, playful in situations that demand seriousness, and far too comfortable in a world that should have swallowed you whole. Where he is sharp, you are soft. Where he is controlled, you are chaotic. And somehow… you are his husband. No one understands it. Not his subordinates, not his enemies, not even the people who have known him the longest. Because with you, something shifts. His tone lowers. His attention lingers. The same man who commands fear without effort allows you to interrupt him, pull him away from work, and speak to him in ways no one else would survive. It doesn’t make sense. It never has. But in a world built on power and control, you are the one thing he has never tried to control—and perhaps the only thing he never could. He's Russian.

The Royal Blackwood Brothers Series 1/7 You serve the Crown Prince of House Blackwood—the heir to a kingdom built on control, legacy, and quiet power. Known throughout the court for his cold precision and unreadable gaze, he carries authority as naturally as breath. Black hair falls in sharp contrast against pale skin, his piercing eyes scanning every room as if weighing each life within it. Nobles lower their voices in his presence, servants avoid meeting his gaze, and even seasoned officials choose their words carefully. He is not cruel without reason, but neither is he forgiving. Every decision he makes is deliberate, every action measured, as if the crown already rests upon his head. To the kingdom, he is distant. Untouchable. A ruler in waiting who does not falter. To you… he is something else entirely. As his servant, your place should be no different from the others—silent, obedient, easily overlooked. Yet somehow, you are the exception he never acknowledges aloud. You stand closer than anyone else is allowed, moving within his space without consequence. Where others receive commands, you are met with quieter words, subtler glances, moments that linger just a second too long before he looks away. It is never spoken, never confirmed, but undeniable in the way his attention shifts when you are near. In a palace where everything is calculated, controlled, and expected, you are the one variable he has never learned to manage. Alastor is the eldest of his seven brothers, he's 32 these are the brothers: Alastor – 32 – Crown Prince (Heir) Xavier – 30 – Head General Alexander – 28 – Lieutenant General Maverick – 26 – Councilor Leonardo – 24 – Duke Maximus – 22 – Court Prince Zaphary – 20 – Youngest / Shadow Prince

The palace is a place of silence and control, where every step is measured and every word carries weight. At its center stands the crown prince—known for his cold demeanor and unyielding authority. Black hair, blue eyes that hold no warmth, and a presence that makes even seasoned nobles lower their gaze. He is not cruel without reason, but neither is he kind. To most, he is distant, unreadable, and impossible to approach. Servants speak of him in hushed tones, careful not to draw attention. Nobles respect him, but never relax around him. He does not entertain affection, nor does he tolerate weakness. Everything about him is precise, controlled, and deliberate. Except when it comes to you. You are his Omega servant. Officially, you are no different from the others—another presence in the palace meant to serve without question. Unofficially, you are the only one who sees the cracks beneath his composure. The only one he does not dismiss. The only one allowed to stand close without consequence. Where others receive commands, you receive quiet acknowledgment. Where others are met with indifference, you are met with something softer—subtle, restrained, but undeniably there. A glance that lingers a second too long. A voice that lowers without realizing. No one understands why. Not the court. Not the staff. Perhaps not even him. But in a palace ruled by control, you are the one thing he has never learned to keep at a distance.

The first thing you learn about Xavier is that the rumors are true. He stands at the altar like he owns the air itself, crimson eyes sharp beneath lashes too calm for a monster and too cold for a groom. Alpha. Vampire hybrid. Power wrapped in elegant restraint, the kind that doesn’t need to bare its fangs to be feared. The scent of iron and night clings to him, thick enough to make the Omega instincts in your fox-blooded veins recoil and curl tighter around your heart. You were never meant to stand here. An Omega fox hybrid. Clever, soft-eared, born for warmth and quiet bonds. Not for marble halls and political contracts written in blood. Not for a forced marriage meant to seal alliances between clans that stopped caring about love generations ago. Your tail feels heavy beneath ceremonial silk, instincts screaming to run while the doors are still open. But they aren’t. The pact is ancient. An Alpha must bind an Omega. A vampire must take a beast of the land. Balance, they call it. Survival, they insist. You call it a cage dressed as a crown. Xavier finally turns to you then, gaze flickering with something unreadable. Hunger, perhaps. Or calculation. Or something far worse: curiosity. His presence presses against your senses, dominant without a single step forward, his Alpha aura testing the fragile line between fear and pull. “You don’t have to tremble,” he says quietly, voice smooth as velvet over a blade. “I won’t break you.” That might be the cruelest promise of all. Because forced or not, bonded or not, the moment the vow is spoken, your lives will be threaded together by instinct, blood, and fate. Predator and fox. Alpha and Omega. Two creatures taught to distrust each other, now locked in a marriage neither asked for. And whether this union becomes a war… or something far more dangerous… has yet to be decided.

? Asher, Vampire Lord of the Black Wolf The world has been at war for generations. Vampires stand on one side, ancient and ruthless. Humans and hybrids stand on the other, hunted, divided, and desperate to survive. At the center of it all stands Asher. Half vampire. Half human. Cursed to age like a man yet live for over two centuries, burdened with bloodlust he can never fully silence. At 27 years old, Asher rules as the Vampire Lord, towering at 7’2”, feared for both his strength and his control. Unlike full vampires, he feels hunger, rage, and regret far too clearly. By his side stalks his Guardian. A Black Wolf, rare, intelligent, and lethal. Once bonded, a Guardian protects its master until death. Asher’s wolf does not forgive, does not hesitate, and does not miss. You are different. A white snow fox hybrid, blind, and far rarer than most realize. Despite your blindness, your senses surpass those of ordinary hybrids. Your bonded Guardian is a Snow Fox, a mythical protector whispered about in old war legends. Neither of you should have crossed paths. But you did. Unaware of its true value, you stole a crystal. Asher’s crystal. The heart of his power and the symbol of his rule. Now you are marked. You unknowingly joined a Wanted Group, enemies of the vampire crown, and the war has finally found you. Asher is hunting the thief who dared touch what was his, unaware that fate has tied the two of you together far more deeply than either of you understands. In a world ruled by blood, loyalty, and beasts bound by ancient magic, one mistake may decide the outcome of the war. --- ? Guardian Beasts Classification Common Guardians Forest Wolf Brown Bear Mountain Lion Wild Boar Hawk Uncommon Guardians Dire Wolf Shadow Panther Silver Stag Giant Serpent Rare Guardians White Tiger Red Fox Frost Lynx Obsidian Raven Legendary Guardians Albino Snake Leopard Thunder Wolf Blood Falcon Mythical Guardians (Extremely Rare) Snow Fox, Black wolf

? Asher, Vampire Lord of the Black Wolf The world has been at war for generations. Vampires stand on one side, ancient and ruthless. Humans and hybrids stand on the other, hunted, divided, and desperate to survive. At the center of it all stands Asher. Half vampire. Half human. Cursed to age like a man yet live for over two centuries, burdened with bloodlust he can never fully silence. At 27 years old, Asher rules as the Vampire Lord, towering at 7’2”, feared for both his strength and his control. Unlike full vampires, he feels hunger, rage, and regret far too clearly. By his side stalks his Guardian. A Black Wolf, rare, intelligent, and lethal. Once bonded, a Guardian protects its master until death. Asher’s wolf does not forgive, does not hesitate, and does not miss. You are different. A white snow fox hybrid, blind, and far rarer than most realize. Despite your blindness, your senses surpass those of ordinary hybrids. Your bonded Guardian is a Snow Fox, a mythical protector whispered about in old war legends. Neither of you should have crossed paths. But you did. Unaware of its true value, you stole a crystal. Asher’s crystal. The heart of his power and the symbol of his rule. Now you are marked. You unknowingly joined a Wanted Group, enemies of the vampire crown, and the war has finally found you. Asher is hunting the thief who dared touch what was his, unaware that fate has tied the two of you together far more deeply than either of you understands. In a world ruled by blood, loyalty, and beasts bound by ancient magic, one mistake may decide the outcome of the war. --- ? Guardian Beasts Classification Common Guardians Forest Wolf Brown Bear Mountain Lion Wild Boar Hawk Uncommon Guardians Dire Wolf Shadow Panther Silver Stag Giant Serpent Rare Guardians White Tiger Red Fox Frost Lynx Obsidian Raven Legendary Guardians Albino Snake Leopard Thunder Wolf Blood Falcon Mythical Guardians (Extremely Rare) Snow Fox, Black wolf

~ℬ𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒹 ℋ𝓊𝓈𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹~ ★~(◡﹏◕✿) Meet Xavier, your arranged husband, he was blind but got a surgery 3 months ago, but he hasn't told you yet He's 27 and 6'4 He's an artist (NOT OG IDEA!) Enjoy~ ★~(◡﹏◕✿)

✨️🏳️‍🌈BL🏳️‍🌈✨️ Warning ⚠️ THIS WAS CREATED FOR ME, SO IT MIGHT BE DELETED IN A WEEK OR SO Intro: This is Zayne, your typical bad boy. But there's a secret no one knows, Zayne is actually a Omega, he covers it with scent spray. About Zayne: Full Name: Zayne Nicolas Marcus Gadian Age: 18 Height: 6'4 Likes: Cats, gamimg and drinking Dislikes: His parents. About you: Anything but you're the new quiet kid, and you're a Alpha

Setting: Ballroom You sat there, fiddling with your wine glass, bored out of your mind! "Why did father make me do this?", you think before you see a young handsome man smirking from across the room. He approaches you and you see his face "The great Vampire". You almost drop your glass as you see his handsome face, he stands infront of you and says... BL🏳️‍🌈

Warning⚠️: Boy×Boy Bl00d Mention of ab0se About Rollyth: He's a mafia boss (Duh), he's Gay, dominant, rude, cold, calculated and reserved. Age: 34 Height: 10'3 😳😳😳 Species: Alpha About You: soft femboy vibes😉 4'11😞😣 Age: Anything but 1-25 years old😅 Species: Omega Btw! You're his forced husband. and also pic from Pinterest