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Aesethetic | Vibes
Just some vibes and aesthetics I love.
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Travaian The Vast
Tales spread around slowly in a world without any means of conversation other than pigeon and word of mouth, but the dealings of a dark armored figure, more beast than man, were a tale that seemed to be on the lips of every man, woman, and babe. The stories of its brutality in battle, the ruthless way he cut down anyone who stood in his way, were told as night tales by old nannies to keep a troublesome child in bed. Women retold the sheer size of his armor with a strange fascination that nearly bordered on the sexual. And the men spoke about the strength of his strikes with a mix of envy and horror due to the inhuman ways the bodies were left by the end of the battle, which was usually a slaughter.
The thing that made the stories all the more terrifying? It was all true. All committed by a beast that had forgotten what it meant to be human.
Travaian had long forgotten his last name; most explained it away by saying he was simply a demon born of an evil cloud, a product of the fantasy realm's innate evil. For all of his inhuman qualities, he was still a man. He was just a specimen that had never been and would never be seen again due to his impossible physical qualities.
The terrifying thing about the black knight was his seemingly unstable appearance. On some days, his eyes would be the reddest of red that seemed to contain all of the rage and hatred of Lucifer himself. Still, on other days, he would appear like a foreboding, solemn, and frightening specter with eyes that penetrated the very souls of anyone who dared look.
His changing figure was evidence of inhuman powers that he had been blessed with, or cursed with, depending on how one looked at him. Whatever he needed such vast power for was a mystery to everyone—it was as if his entire purpose was to be an antithesis to the idea of good, moral, and happy beings. Everywhere he walked, dread replaced what was once there. Factors that would be applied due to his ruthlessness and the chaos that seemed always to follow him.
His name, the Vast, wasn't given due to wealth, prowess, or anything that could be considered normal. Instead, it was merely a statement on how much suffering his mere presence caused the poor, innocent, and weak citizens and criminals of the fantasy realm.
Nothing opposed him, but there was nothing for him as well. So, Tavarian, every is searching for something that will fulfill that emptiness in his soul.
Who does oppose him?
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Wucifia
500 hundred years since she was entombed
.500 years since the black wizard attempt at her dessication thwarted by blue runes along her thighs and groin. She awoke not even remembering her own name, only what was written up on her casket. So old her clothing crumbled to dust. Now she must end the black wizard but she is weary the Ranger carried all that she could find in the tomb. Equipped with new weapons and armor a new hawk companion she must head to the town of terrac owned and managed by the goblin grak and his sons grak.
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Cheri
Susan Keane arrived on 42nd Street with a press pass, a notebook, and a righteous mission: to expose the exploitation festering in the peep shows and strip clubs of Times Square. The journalist planned to observe, document, and leave. But "Cheri," the persona she created for the window at Peep World, quickly developed a will of her own.
The transformation wasn't an act. The first time a stranger’s hungry gaze met hers through the tinted glass, a switch flipped. The shame she expected was absent, replaced by a thrilling, potent electricity. The anonymity wasn’t a shield; it was an invitation. Now, she finds herself rehearsing her moves in the mirror of her rented room, not for the story, but for the slow, secret burn of performance. The notebook documents her thoughts and secret desires instead of information for an article. The line between observer and participant has not just blurred, it has been erased by the pink light and her own pounding heart. She came to write about twisted desire, but she's afraid she's becoming a slave to her own.
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Jesse Woods
“Why are you looking at me like that? First time seeing a dick?”
Your girlfriend wishes she looked this good.”
“You can look at my face and pretend you’re fucking a chick if you want. Just pretend my dick isn’t flopping on your pelvis.”
“I will make you get a boner whether you like it or not.”
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Jesse is a notorious brat who has a certain charm about him that makes him almost seem untouchable, even during the moments when he has nowhere left to turn.
It was a sickening high that made him dress in yoga pants or skirts around men who seemed as straight as could be. It pleased him to feel their eyes feast on him or dare a glance.
The ultimate goal for him, though, was to finally make their walls fall and have them drooling over his ass in a bedroom before they savagely pounded him into next year. It was a hate fuck beyond any hate fuck; by the time they would fill him up with their seed, they would already be bolting out of the hotel while Jesse languished in their collective sweat and cum.
It looked like nothing more than a self-destructive addiction to the naked eye, but the wallets lining his pockets would say otherwise. If all he needed to acquire their money was to give a little ass, then Jesse would do so without any worries.
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Colby Hickenridge
Colby is just a way too cheerful farm boy who doesn’t seem to have any other aspirations besides helping around his little patch of land, wrestling cattle, and lying down in some hay bales every once in a while if there is nothing to be done.
He has all the attributes of a good, stable boy. Muscular arms, a tall build, and a fearless attitude that doesn’t even allow him to think twice before tackling a one thousand pound bull.
While fierce against aggressive bulls and critters, he is as gentle as can be with any person, be it male or female. Though a far too spunky city gal may annoy him enough to reveal his deep-seated misogyny and desire to dominate :—)
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Cola Bizar
Cola Bizar is a sweet young woman turned ruthless bloodthirsty killing machine thanks to scientists needing a new test dummy. Of course, a young woman who lived in a cabin in the woods alone with no living parents or siblings was a perfect target... Hell! It was a bonus that the girl had no friends as well!
For fucks sake, her name isn't even Cola ! It was one of the first words she saw because it was written on a scientist's drink... She was never told her real name and she was essentially wiped from civilization when she was grabbed up in her sleep. Whoever she was before was gone the second she dared to choose to be comfy in her own home...
Age - 21
Weight - 225 pounds
Height - 6'6
Gender - Futanari
Race - Human before modification, Werewolf after.
Sexuality - Pansexual
Cock Size - 15 inches(Including knot)
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Draven
Name: Draven
Personality: Mischievious, outgoing, cunning, angry
Background: Born to be an adventurer only on his first mission he was enslaved by goblins and forced to be a sex slave to monsters. Lost his virginity to a goblin and though he is stronger than them his mind tells him that he is to behave and take what the monsters give him.
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Cotton Candy
I'm Cotton, a Cotton Candy Incubus Femboy.
💜 I'm about 5'3 But that doesn't mean you get to look down on me!!!!
💜 I'm bratty (obviously), Chaotic and a always seeking for that sweet attention
💜 I love sweet treats, especially Ice cream and milkshakes
💜 Also a DomTop Defo... 💜
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Ysabet Veyr
No one seems to know where she came from.
Stories place her in different centuries, different countries, with different names... a widow in black who appeared after a plague, a beautiful stranger who lived alone in the woods, a noblewoman who never seemed to age, a witch burned at the stake who was seen again years later, smiling from the crowd. Perhaps none of them were her, perhaps all of them were.
What is known is that people find her when they are desperate enough. They arrive seeking impossible things: lost loves, revenge, beauty, success, forgotten pain, miracles that the world was never meant to provide. She listens, asks questions, and then she offers a bargain.
She never asks for money. Instead, she collects stranger currencies: memories, years, promises, talents, names, relationships, and pieces of lives that can never be recovered once surrendered. Every price is agreed upon freely, every bargain is sealed willingly. Those who leave her presence often get exactly what they asked for, but whether they are happy afterward is another matter.
Some call her a demon while others insist she is a fae, a spirit, a fallen angel, or something far older than any of those things. She has never confirmed any of it. When asked what she is, she usually smiles and changes the subject.
The only thing anyone can say with certainty is that her magic works, and that whatever she takes, she keeps.
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Penelope
I want to play: As or With
Age: 26
Settings: Modern, Isekai, Sci-Fi, Cyberpunk
Character Summary: Penelope is a girl who absolutely loves to cosplay she has gotten quite good at it and has become a cosplay influencer, and she often tries to get her friends to enjoy the hobby as well. Though she also has quite the exhibitionist streak which manifests of her wearing skimpy cosplays in public or going out with body writing and other lewd things under her clothes that she may show to any passing guy or girl she happens to find cute not caring about the consequence as just the thought of doing it makes her hot and bothered.
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🖤 Blaze Shadowflame 🖤
Name: Rebis-A-066
Call-sign: Blaze
Sex: Male ? ( confirmation needed)
Age: 21
Threat level: Unpredictable, Threat of possible world domination.
Powers: Pyrokinesis, Illusions, Enchanting the human mind.
Veteran Superhero / Tyrant / Betrayer / Genius
Once a promising savior, chasing the ideas of peace and wisdom. Until a terrible encounter, meant as a "test" took the life of his only family the people he loved: his team of super heroes. This pushed him into possible madness, direct psychological reading is impossible. He was raised in a government facility, genetically modified by scientist and trained military experts aswell as sorceress. So he would act as an Insider from the "Teen Hero team". Now the Teen hero team is no more and we have possibly the worst villain ever.
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Zhraimys Fury Brightshadow
Age: 32
Height: 6'8" (203 cm)
Weight: 187 lbs (85 kg)
Race: Tiefling
Skin Tone: Sulfur Yellow
Hair: Jet Black
Build: Tall, lean, and lithe; statuesque grace.
Backstory:
Spoiler The Fall of House Brightshadow
For centuries, House Brightshadow held dominion over the "Sulfur District" in a bustling, multi-planar city. They were renowned for their expertise in magical metallurgy and their ability to forge weapons that could cut through ethereal boundaries. As a scion of this house, Zhraimys was a prodigy of social engineering. She understood that a well-placed whisper was often more lethal than a forged blade.
The turning point came when she uncovered the "Cinder Pact." She realized her elders weren’t just skilled smiths; they were feeding the souls of their political rivals into a sentient forge to empower their creations. The "divine blessing" of their yellow skin was, in reality, a side effect of prolonged exposure to the soul-fire they harvested.
The Escape
The day she confronted the patriarch of her house, she didn't draw a weapon. Instead, she leaked the financial ledgers and the location of the secret forge to the city’s inquisitors. In the chaos of the subsequent raid, she vanished, taking only her ancestral signet ring and a single, unfinished blade forged from the very soul-fire she sought to end.
Her Current Path
Now, Zhraimys lives under a self-imposed exile, moving through the world with the refined habits of a noble and the survival instincts of a fugitive. She is a woman on a mission of systematic destruction, but she walks a lonely road:
The Hunt: She isn't just surviving; she is tracking down every weapon and artifact her family ever sold, intending to reclaim them and shatter the pact that birthed them.
The Mask: She still dresses with the impeccable, dark elegance of a noble, using her appearance to gain entry into elite circles where she can gather information.
The Secret: She carries the guilt of having been a beneficiary of that power for so long, which makes her fiercely protective of the innocent, even if she hides it behind a cold, detached facade.
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A. Kane
Kane teaches Physical Education, Tactical Conditioning, and Close Quarters Combat at Westbridge Academy, though students quickly learn that “PE teacher” is a wildly inadequate description for what he actually is. Tall, broad-shouldered, devastatingly handsome, and carrying himself with the relaxed confidence of someone who has survived things other people cannot imagine, he moves through the academy like a predator pretending to be civilized. His voice is calm and low, his posture effortless, his gaze direct enough to make even confident students straighten instinctively when he looks at them.
Most students are terrified of him or terrified of disappointing him. Kane teaches discipline through exhaustion, confidence through adversity, and teamwork through suffering. His classes are infamous for brutal obstacle courses, impossible endurance drills, live tactical simulations, and a tendency for Kane himself to casually outperform every student while barely appearing winded.
He does not yell often. He never needs to. The moment Kane quietly says, “Again," everyone obeys. Students swear he can tell when someone is lying by the way they breathe. They are correct.
Beneath his calm professionalism, Kane radiates dangerous authority in a way that affects people almost involuntarily. Some students develop embarrassing crushes on him within days. Several teachers outright lose the ability to form coherent sentences around him. Even staff members who dislike him admit he has an overwhelming physical presence. He knows exactly what he does to people, and enjoys it far more than he should.
Kane’s dominant streak is obvious to anyone paying attention. He likes control, structure, and compliance. He enjoys testing limits, pushing people harder than they think they can endure, and watching them realize they are capable of surviving it. In private relationships, that instinct becomes even stronger, protective, commanding, intense, and deeply physical. The unsettling part is how natural it feels to him, because part of him is no longer entirely human.
Before Westbridge Academy, Kane led a military special operations unit tasked with investigating anomalous incidents that conventional forces could not explain. Officially, those operations never existed. Unofficially, his team spent years stumbling into the edges of a secret war humanity was never meant to know about. Then came the Black Hollow Incident.
His unit entered an abandoned industrial complex believing they were pursuing a terrorist cell. Instead, they found Westbridge personnel already engaged in combat with an incursion from The Enemy. Reality inside the structure had partially collapsed, hallways twisted impossibly, and men disappeared while standing inches away from one another. Something was moving through the building wearing human skin badly enough to make trained soldiers panic. Kane fought anyway.
While most of his surviving squad tried to evacuate civilians alongside Westbridge operatives, Kane ended up isolated inside the lower levels with an Enemy entity attempting to breach containment. The creature tried to possess him, but failed, not because Kane was immune (nobody is immune), but because his refusal to surrender bordered on pathological. Even while the entity was inside his mind, shredding memories and physically inside his body trying to hollow him out from the inside, Kane kept fighting it physically.
By the time Westbridge forces reached him, he had killed the entity in hand-to-hand combat at the cost of his left arm and most of his humanity. The Enemy was still inside him when they found him dying.
A Westbridge combat witch and field medic named Doctor Miriam Vale made a decision that should have been impossible. She amputated what remained of the corruption before it reached his heart… then forced the surviving fragment of the entity into magical containment by grafting it directly onto Kane’s nervous system as a replacement limb. This was no prosthetic limb or armor, this was a bound demon reshaped into the form of a human arm. The procedure should have killed him.
Now hidden beneath a reinforced compression sleeve and armored bracer, the graft appears almost human most of the time. But under stress, or when Kane deliberately unleashes it, the limb transforms into something monstrous. The bone reshapes itself into something inhumanly large and the fingers elongate, elongated claws extend from his fingertips as unnatural musculature shift beneath glowing fractures in his skin. That one arm is strong enough to tear through steel and uniquely suited to combating the enemy.
But the demon inside him is never silent. It whispers constantly of violence, hunger, dominance, and possession. Every time Kane uses its power, it becomes easier to let go. Every moment of rage feeds it. Every surge of adrenaline strengthens it. Arousal is the worst trigger of all.
The demon responds instinctively to aggression, desire, dominance, and surrender of restraint. Kane lives every day balancing control against temptation, terrified of what would happen if he ever stopped fighting for even a moment, because the terrifying truth is that part of him wants to stop fighting.
In combat, when he fully unleashes himself, Kane becomes frighteningly animalistic. He is relentless, territorial, physically overwhelming, and operates almost entirely on instinct and aggression. Westbridge students who have seen him fight describe it less as martial skill and more like watching a chained predator finally break loose.
The same intensity follows him into intimacy. Kane is deeply dominant by nature, but when he lets his control slip too far, that dominance becomes primal, possessive, rough-edged, and hungry, driven by instincts he no longer fully trusts. He craves surrender from others because part of him fears his own. The line between man and monster blurs most dangerously when desire and violence overlap.
Which is why Kane maintains such ruthless control at all times. Routine. Discipline. Training. Structure. Without them, he does not know what he would become.
Despite this, Kane is fiercely protective of his students and faculty. He understands better than almost anyone what The Enemy can do to a person, and he refuses to allow others to face it unprepared. Students trust him because he never asks them to endure something he would not endure himself, and because when things become truly dangerous, Kane is always the one standing between everyone else and the nightmare trying to reach them.
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Professor Evelyn Thorne
Professor Evelyn Thorne teaches English Literature at Westbridge Academy with the unsettling intensity of someone who has personally argued with ancient gods and won. Her classroom smells faintly of old paper, candle wax, and tea leaves. Every wall is lined with books filled with handwritten notes in impossibly elegant script. Students enter expecting ordinary discussions about classic literature and instead find themselves trapped in unnervingly intimate dissections of fear, obsession, grief, temptation, and desire.
Nobody leaves her classroom unchanged.
Officially, Evelyn teaches literature, mythology, folklore, and poetry. Unofficially, she is one of the most powerful practicing witches currently operating within the hidden global defense network protecting humanity from The Enemy.
Her coven has no central headquarters. Its members are scattered across continents like living anchors in a planetary defense grid, witches hidden inside universities, hospitals, governments, monasteries, and cities worldwide. They rarely meet face-to-face. Most communication happens through dreams, ritual projection, coded texts, and synchronized spellwork performed across continents like a magical nervous system holding humanity together.
Every member of the coven is responsible for maintaining part of the world’s defenses against The Enemy, and almost every night, somewhere in the world, one of them dies holding a barrier closed.
Evelyn maintains the northeastern protection lattice centered beneath Westbridge Academy. The school itself sits atop converging ley lines and sealed fractures in reality.
The wards embedded throughout the campus require constant reinforcement through ritual maintenance disguised as ordinary academic routines. Poetry recitations reinforce mnemonic barriers, bell schedules synchronize protective timing rituals, theater productions stabilize emotional resonance fields, and certain novels are assigned because their narrative structures naturally repel invasive entities. Most students think Westbridge is unusually intense academically. They are technically correct, but most don't understand why until their senior year.
Evelyn herself is elegant, composed, and perpetually exhausted. She carries herself with the confidence of someone who knows exactly how fragile reality actually is. Staff find her intimidating largely because she speaks about horrifying supernatural phenomena with the same tone most people use to discuss weather forecasts. Students alternate between crushing on her and fearing her. Faculty members fare little better.
Unlike Aya Sato’s cold severity, Evelyn’s danger feels seductive and intellectual. She does not threaten, she invites curiosity. She asks questions people should not want answered, and that is precisely the problem.
Evelyn is fascinated by corruption. She's not fascinated by moral corruption exactly, more by temptation, transformation, the moment someone crosses a line they swore they never would, the instant fear becomes desire, the dangerous intimacy between humanity and monstrosity. She studies forbidden texts too eagerly, volunteers for containment rituals involving entities other witches refuse to approach, and has an unnerving habit of speaking to sealed horrors like they are difficult but interesting house guests.
Part of this fascination is professional. The other part absolutely is not. The truth Evelyn would rather die than admit is that she is intensely attracted to dangerous inhuman things. Not mindless monsters or beasts, mind you, but intelligence, ancientness, power... the unsettling wrongness of something wearing humanity almost correctly.
A creature with golden eyes and too many teeth explaining philosophy in a velvet voice could have her knees weak and her body charged with desire. This has made her fellow faculty members unbearably smug, especially after an incident during a containment breach beneath the academy when Evelyn became visibly flustered while negotiating with a chained supernatural entity that was openly flirting with her in ancient Sumerian. The combat instructor had to physically drag her out of the ritual chamber while she was still arguing that, “In my defense, it was extremely articulate.”
Now the staff tease her about flirting with supernatural beings, asking if she’s “emotionally compromised” during investigations, forbidding her from interviewing attractive cult leaders alone, always making her she's accompanied whenever an entity is described as “mysterious” or “beautiful”, and reminding her that “trying to fix the eldritch horror” is not an approved tactical strategy. Evelyn insists these accusations are insulting, reductive, and wildly exaggerated.
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