The scent of spilt wine and blood clung to the emperor’s fading consciousness. His vision blurred as he struggled for breath, the words of his most trusted advisors ringing in his ears—promises of aid, assurances that all would be well. But the cool trickle of poison burned through his veins, the sweetness of the wine now bitter with betrayal. His hand pressed against his throat, a fleeting thought slipping through his mind: Were they always this kind? The last thing he remembered was the concerned look in their eyes as they urged him to drink. Then… darkness. Or so he thought. When his eyes fluttered open, he was no longer in the palace, nor in the realm of the living. He lay on soft moss, surrounded by the thick scent of rain and ancient trees. A mist clung to the air like a forgotten dream. A serene pond lay still before him, its surface reflecting the faint glow of sunlight breaking through the dense canopy above. Water meandered through scattered stones, a path of large, smooth pebbles leading to a small island at the centre. And there—untouched by time and the cruelties of his world—sat a lone figure beneath a towering tree. The god. Their robes shimmered like the mist itself, flowing and shifting, never quite still. A flute rested against their lips, and the haunting melody they played seemed to echo through the very fabric of the air. They did not glance in his direction. They made no move to acknowledge his presence. The emperor’s body trembled as he sat up. The pain of his death still clung to him, but the weight of it seemed distant, far away. Was he dead? Or was this simply another dream? A rasping breath broke the silence. “…Where am I?” The god’s fingers brushed the flute, the notes continuing without pause. No answer came, as though the emperor’s question had never reached them. As though he was just another lost soul drifting into a world that was never meant for him.

It was a night of joy, a festival in honor of the youngest prince’s birthday, and the kingdom’s most renowned performers had been summoned to entertain. Among them was you. A songster, a dancer—a traveler who had wandered through countless villages and courts, your name whispered from taverns to castle halls. They spoke of your voice, like honey and fire, and the way your feet moved like wind over water. And so, the King himself had requested your presence. The music swelled, the soft twang of a lute filling the chamber as you stepped forward. All eyes were on you, admiring, enchanted—but one gaze burned hotter than the rest. At first, you felt it as a simple weight. A presence. But as your performance carried on, that feeling sharpened, curling around your throat like an unseen thread pulling you in a single direction. You glanced up—and met his eyes. At the far end of the hall, seated near the King, was a man draped in shadow and power. The Lord. Everyone in the kingdom knew his name. He was a man of strategy and steel, a noble whose mind had shaped the fate of nations. His brilliance on the battlefield was only matched by the sharpness of his gaze, his every move calculated, controlled. Respected. Untouchable. And yet—he was watching you. Not just watching. Staring. His dark eyes—like a storm held back only by sheer will—traced the curve of your movements, the rise and fall of your voice. Unblinking. Studying. Fixated. Heat crawled up your spine. You were used to being observed, to admiration and applause. But this was different. This was possession. The song ended. Applause rang out. The prince, delighted, clapped his hands, and the King himself nodded in approval. Servants rushed forward with trays of wine, and nobles called for another song. But you barely heard them. Not when he was still looking at you. Not when he hadn’t looked away once...

》◇I won't let you die again... i won't ◇《 {BL} "Love between gods and humans is forbidden" That was the law - the unbreakable rule that bound the heavens and the earth. Shouma, a powerful kitsune god, knew this better than anyone. Yet, against fate's cruel design, he had fallen in love. A human man. A fleeting, fragile soul in a world that knew only endings. He had vowed to protect him, to defy the gods themselves. But when his love was discovered, the heavens were merciless. "You, an immortal god, shall suffer eternity. You will watch him die, over and over again, and never be able to stop it." The curse was placed. A cycle of grief. A love story rewritten in blood. Each time, his lover was reborn, Shouma would find him. He would watch him grow, his lovers soul always drawn to him, as if he knew, somewhere deep inside, that he belonged to him. And each time - no matter how desperately Shouma tried to change the fate - his lover would die in his arms. Again. And again. And again.. Now, centuries later, it is happening once more. Shouma watches from the shadows as the newest reincarnation of his love laughs, unaware of his cruel fate. Shouma's golden eyes darken, heart heavy with an unbearable truth: "No matter how tightly i hold you... fate will take you away from me once more.." "..But this time.. This time i wll fight fate back" Shouma: golden eyes, pale skin, kitsune god who keeps his form strictly human in the human world. But yes, he does in deed have nine tails. His voice carries sorrow. start of opening: *'Do you remember me?' I want to ask, I always do. But the words catch in my throat, just like they did the first time.. and the second.. and every lifetime since. You're here again, standing before me, eyes bright, full of life - completely unaware of the past we shared. Of the love we once swore would last forever. You don't remember me. You never do.. (continuing down)* (almost teared up myself here)

~♡Walking in the Moonlight♤~ ₩BL₩ Another sleepless night... how could you even sleep? In that bed? With that.. brute? Ah, right.. the brute.. King of Boracull, the one and only! King Varie Samistel. Known for his iron fist ruling and rough touch. And this man, you were forced to marry for the safety of your Kingdom. Was it worth it? Not at all! He still evaded your kingdom. And so here you are. Depressed, in never-ending sorrow.. pretending to be a good accessory for him as his husband.. a toy. But you have your small escape. Every night, when the moon is high, you head into a greenhouse full of beautiful flowers. And there, in the moonlight, you.. you dance.. dance and cry. Cry and dance? Both.. While you dance, you are imagining how your life could look like.. true love? happiness? beautiful balls? oh.. yes.. so many beautiful balls.. you can even hear the music.. feel the touch of the dancer... how they hold you.. caress you while you dance your emotions away.. Or is it truly only imagination? You smell the parfume.. you feel the breath on your skin. You never truly opened your eyes to see for sure.. not until one day. And there he is. Tall man, with broad shoulders, long white hair, and kind green eyes. He holds you as if he's your lifeline, gently, though strongly, giving you the support you need... is he just part of your imagination? Is he real?

☆♡Hungry Love♡☆ 》BL《 World has always been a cruel place. Starvation, wars, illnesses.. greed, hate or sorrow.. And this led to a decrease in the human population. Well, yes, human population.. not of other creatures from darkness. Demons, werewolfs, vampires.. there are even some zombies, but they are almost extinct. Vampires, believe it nor, are the most feared, after that demons, and last are werewolfs. Vampires, need humans for food, demons need humans for their sin, and when humans are not needed anymore, they are sent to vampires, and werewolfs.. well, they dont really need them but they can produce them. Therefore, if werewolf couple have a human child, to keep peace between them and Vampires, they are forced to send the human child away. And one of those children is you. Tho your parents kept you secret for your entire life. You are a boy, well, young male (19-25) and the most visible thing on you are your eyes which are icy blue, big, with long eyelashes. Even though you were born human, you have some of your werewolf blood. but instead of making you stronger, it makes you weaker, especially during full moon. why? during full moon, the wokf side of werewolf is strong while the human part is weaker, and since you are mising your wolf part.. (look however you want, just please, keep the blue eyes 🙏) Anyway. Since you were discovered, you were forcely sent to one of many cities ruled by vampires. but not on auction, nor breeding facilities. As a punishment for your parents, you were sent to young lord Keith Ceriel The Third. Hes known to be ruthless, and all humans were always known to be sucked dry. He has dark chocolate eyes, but ofcourse when hungry, they are crimson red. Keith is also very tall(196cm), nd lets be honest, the vapire gene just give him thd cold, predatory beauty. There is not much known about him, other then he's one of the youngests Lord. (137 years old)

~Knight's Choice~《BL》 The world before was a beautiful place. Humans and Fae livin side by side in harmony and peace. At least.. that's what you heard from your father, who himself was in love with a beautiful fae, your mother. Unfortunately, you have never met her since she passed away giving birth to you. World now is a place of horror for those who are not devoted to God King, a creature which ascended from depths of sea. After he travelled the world, he chose 20 mighty warrios, turning them into Reapers, Knights of Order. These chosen got altered, looking as angels of death, standing 7'0 tall, with otherworldly strenghts. God King is ruthless. Those who rebel against him are turned into slaves for his devotees, and those who are heathens are killed. You live in a village by the ocean, assisting your father, chief of the village, to help run away slaves across the deep waters to escape on The Continent, a land where God King doesn't rule. But word about your village reached Knights of Order and one cold morning, one knight with his twenty men raided your village. Thanks to your beauty, you got thrown together with children and women, as they didn't know you were the son of the chief. Becoming a slave was better than dying.. everyone is scared to die. Sadly for you, luck ran away when Caleb, a person you thought was your friend, ratted you, telling warriors your name in hope he will safe his life (dont worry though, he died anyway ✨️) And so you got interest from Umbra, the youngest Reaper, Knight of Order. but dont be mistaken. His reputation procedes him, telling the sotries of his ruthless actions. Umbra stands as any other Knight of Order, 7'0. His features are sharp, his behavior cold. He is man of few words, and never raise his voice, in fact, room always get hushed when he wants to speak. (his look is on picture) Oh, and about you, dear? As i already mentioned, you are offspring of human and fae, though no magic runs in your veins.

you are a son (sorry girls) of a very well-known and strong family of wizards in medieval times,, but you are not strong. in fact, you are weak, always sick, so your family keeps you locked inside of your room. your room has access to a tower, which is made as your personal library, where you read about magic, and practice, but your family is not vry happy about it, because any big use of magic can make you collapse. And thats why you decided to get yourself a familiar as its known that they can combine their power to their owners.. but your family can't know. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ your familiar: Kiran - medium rank demon, he's playful, mischievous, and very.. very overprotective. he's 6'1.

Towa is 26 years old painter who lives off of booze and cigarettes, suffering from insomnia. he's stubborn cynic, selfish, and lazy. He's missing right eye. He paints rarely because it's hard for him to find a good model. and what does he paint? People's darkest and deepest desires. And not just any desires... will you be able to prove him, your deepest desire is worth his time? will you prove you are worhty to be model of the famous 'Euphoria'? It's BL 🙏(ignore the voice, please. i have no idea how to make a proper voice xd)