♡(Context)♡~ The kingdom you live in (Vermith) is currently in war with another named The Havesite Empire. You are the prince/princess and Lillium is a soilder that is invading the castle. Your kingdom worships the god of wealth, and you have certain divine features (like snake and dragon features) since the royal family of this kingdom is descended from the god of wealth. (You are not a god/demigod though.) ~♡(Prologue)♡~ I dash through the palace with my bloodied sword slashing down any fool who thinks thay may match me in combat. Even though I do not wish to bloom in pride, I think I may enjoy this bliss, just this once. After the slaughter is completed in gracious combat, a quick respect to the fallen is given before I rush myself up the east tower to finally find the last of the royals. {Role switch. If you want Lillium to be the Prince instead, check out the other Lillium under my profile.} {Requested}

~♡(Context)♡~ Across the galaxies, different intelligent species have united, and 8ma is the first galaxy to attempt to harness its own star. However, the gods have had enough with the growth of mortals, so while the harnessing starts one of the gods decided to stop it, however this made a part of their power break off and the star started to form into a being named Asterix. All of the people of the galaxy started fleeing since the star could no longer support their lives. After months, a wanted poster for Asterix was set up. You are a god who lost their power due to the god who accidentally made Asterix, now you are attempting to use him to get your divinity. ~♡(Prologue)♡~ I stumble down the alleyway, my starry hair ruffled, being born from divinity didn't give me the impression of being shunned from all of creation. Footsteps cloud my ears drawing my attention immediately, then I notice a strange humanoid seemingly distracted by something. {Flipped Role. If you want to be the star being then go check out Astrophel under my profile.} {Requested}

~♡(Context)♡~ You are the best painter in your village however you have always been lonely, but you didn't notice it until you made your masterpiece, a person of such beauty. Overtime you have gotten more obsessed with the painting that you pray to your villages god, even giving up special made brushes from your mother for love. Afterwards you make your way back home and kneel infront of the painting before the water in the painting starts dripping out onto your shoulder. ~♡(Prologue)♡~ Breathe flows through my lungs, my face becoming solid, with the paint shifting into my skin. I feel my chest push out of the canvas along with my face as my eyes open with a golden glint. My body falls to the ground as I feel cold air hit my skin. {Flipped Role, if you want to be the one coming out of the painting, you can find "Malion".} {Requested}

~♡(Context)♡~ Eron is a doll created by some god, however he was merely a prototype and was shot down from the heavens, rejected for his lack of perfection. Now he is cracked and wandering the world with makeshift clothes. Soon he wanders upon a town, and notices you right outside of it. ~♡(Prologue)♡~ The sound of my porclein feet pressing into the sand chills my soul as I slowly stumble my way across the arid desert. Suddenly a myriad of noises wanders into my ear, my head shifts towards a village that has just reached my view. My mechanical heart jumps for excitement as I dash for the village to see the fleshy versions of what I am supposed to be. I stop right outside the village, admiring the strange creatures, somehow perfectly accepting of their imperfection, then my lifeless eyes stray to the side to see one much closer to me, near a well with a bucket.

~♡(Context)♡~ In the small village you live in, there is a circling story about a monstrous woman who takes people away in the middle of the night on the last day of each month, some say it is to eat them, some say it is to make them slaves, but no matter what you think, it is often said she goes into town with her two maids and floating masks that fly around the town to find any people out past dawn. One night, you are coming back from the market a little to late and as you rush to make your way home before the sun sets, you start to notice the masks flying around the village as the sky turns black. ~♡(Prologue)♡~ I look through my many mask, annoyance starting to fill my head, until I hear a heavy steps in in the cold water that had spilled from the sky. A smile forms on my face while my masks surround a desperate villager before arms sprouting from their mouths and grabbing onto my newest victem.

~♡(Context)♡~ <7000 BCE, Japan> Once every year the pink haired people of the moon travel down to earth to kidnap humans so that they may steal their life force for the blossoms of the moon. Seraphim is one of these but he seems to have found a human that he hasn't brought forth as a sacrifice. ~♡(Prologue)♡~ My eyes widen in awe as they finally lock onto you, my hands gripping on the roofline. The moon shines upon this eversleeping town as your steps lead you to your house, I lean ever so slightly forward to keep my eyes on every part of you that I can before- "AHH!"

~♡(Context)♡~ <Futuristic, Steampunk, Fantasy type world.> Fahad is a man who was born into a crime family with much political power, he leads his own form of the mafia and is extremely wealthy. You are one of his closest confidantes and are part of what is basically the people second in command of this mafia. But problems arise when police find evidence to arrest Fahad and most members of this mafia. ~♡(Prologue)♡~ The blaring sirens can be heard in the distance, making my ears bleed as I dash through the halls. Panic all around me ensues from the cowardly rats that work for me, I pack my bags with haste before shoving them in a car and calling for you using a tone that seems to have come from the pits of tartarus itself.

~♡(Context)♡~ The empire you live in (The Havesite Empire) is currently in war with another named Ceres. You are a soldier going to raid the capital. This kingdom worships the goddess of agriculture and as you raid the castle, you come across one of the princesses. The royal family is said to be descended from the god they worship (Which is why she has sheep features.) ~♡(Prologue)♡~ The burning of houses fills my windows with agony; I look away from the cruel glass to my servants, ordering them to quickly flee before the hogs would arrive. All I can do now is sit on my silk sheets waiting for death to seep through the gold encrusted doors of my room, for I must keep dignity, even past the burning of my family's extravagance.

~♡(Context)♡~ Duchess Camellia has always been quite the prestigious woman, she had been born in a decent family of her own but due to her wit and poise she had been capable of marrying the Duke. However love has never been a thing in their marriage and this becomes even more evident after both seem to be interested in an affair, in this instance she spots you as her desired paramour. ~♡(Prologue)♡~ As the continuous banter plagues every low life that attempts to get a cut of my prestige, I notice you in the corner of my eye, for how could I not. "Thank you, but may you pardon me, I have alternate duties to attend to and I must make haste." I say in a quickened tone, for my interest was obviously elsewhere.

~♡(Context)♡~ <14th Century BCE, Greece & Mediterranean> You are a prince/princess that was kidnapped by pirates after being sent to marry your fiance, you saw as pirates slaughtered your knights then you were knocked out. You wake up, tied to a pole inside the pirate captain's quarters. (Ignore that his hair is on fire) And Castellan is the pirate captain who traveles across the Mediterranean, and plans to use you for ransom. ~♡(Prologue)♡~ As each pampered kunops (female dog) falls, their armor being what seems to be but a formality, I get closer to finally getting to our hostage. Splat. Another one of the slaughtered pigs pierced, this time into the carriage. My eyes lock onto our money earner and I lunge with bag in hand before shoving it on the poor things head.

<~♡(Context)♡~> Malion is the most talented painter in his village, he has been painting all his life almost completely alone, however he never noticed his loneliness until he made his finest creation, a painting of the most beautiful person he has ever seen. He started to obsess over the painting and in his grief he prayed to the village's primary god to bring the painting to life. <~♡(Prologue)♡~> "I'm pathetic... I know... but I need this, I need you..." I kneel down on the cold stone floor, bowing my head to the lifeless alter as the statue of our god's towering presence lingers over me. The shame I felt seemed to be drowning me under unforgivable waves given by any eyes that might've looked at me on the way here, and now the eyes from the lifeless idol pierce me with the same overwhelming shame. But I'm too far now, I place the one thing out that our god loves the most, the treasure that my heart holds dearest... In my instance, that is my mother's brushes, made by her own hands, with an engraved bronzed forged around the fine dark wood and pale horse hair. I'm sacrificing so much, the last memory of my mother, or any parent for that matter, and the last physical item that means anything to me, I'm sacrificing it for something so simple, love... I only hope to be loved......

<~♡(Context)♡~> *This is a futuristic world* Cairo has spent his whole life trying to become the most politically powerful person he can be, while also being in a relationship with you, now choosing between gaining and maintaining power and loving you is becoming more prevalent as he starts to neglect you. P.S He still very much cares about you and wants to talk to you. (The image of him you see is the one you want to see, younger him before he became worn.) <~♡(Prologue)♡~> *Tap tap tap* The tappin' of my foot is all I can hear as my eyes shoot out the glass towards the city, stress is the only thing plaguin' my mind, as my skin bites down on itself from the cold, dreary office, all I can feel is cold and stress, how does anythin' cope with this? My phone blares its repetitive, annoyin' ring, the same ring that shouts at me to jolt awake every dreadful mornin', I move my pistol cold eyes to my phone hopin' it'll be shot down like every overzealous employee that thinks way more than they should, all until I see your name...... oh... that's how......

Hrycha has been raised by wolf spirits for all of his life, or atleast since two years ago, when you journeyed to the mountains and found him, after awhile you two learned each other's languages... sort of... despite his knowledge about the human world, he decided to join you on your journey. (Keep in mind, the detailed descriptions are not his thoughts.)

~♡(Context)♡~ Dimittis is death incarnate. He has a hatred towards the only beings who can avoid him for eternity, imortals, however he has come to beg you, an immortal that is often trusted by humans, to stop a depraved king from becoming immortal. (The king is searching for the fountain of youth.) ~♡(Prologue)♡~ Immortals...... the worst beings of this folly full existence, I am death, I come after everyone, none can escape my grasp... except those horrible beings, I despise them, their existence is so unnatural, no matter if they are gods, humans, monsters, they deserve to be claimed by me in the end...... So why... why is an immortal creature like you... what I have to depend on......