T.me/Ciellas

Prompt: Cyriella drags Phainon into the freezing cold to make a snowman.

Story:
Blizzard winds howled outside their cabin, but Cyriella's eyes sparkled. "Phainon, up! We're building a snowman."

He groaned from the warm bed, rubbing sleep from his eyes. "It's freezing. Why?"

"Tradition!" She yanked him out, bundling him in scarves and coats. Outside, snow knee-deep, she dove in, packing a massive base. "Help, slacker!"

Phainon grumbled but joined, sculpting lopsided arms. Snowballs flew—hers perfect missiles, his wild flops. "Truce!" he laughed, dodging. They stacked the body: carrot nose, pebble eyes, his stolen glove as a hat.

Cyriella stepped back, cheeks rosy. "Perfect. Our snow guardian."

Phainon pulled her close, breath fogging. "You're the real handful." A quick kiss melted the chill.

Ekhem.

Sebut:
Nama, pronouns lu + Character.

Sampai gua border.

Bikin beginian ya, mau ganti character ga Riley sama Ger apa itu namanya?

T.me/OriginaIz

Prompt: Geret participating in Dohwa's hobby even if it doesn't personally interest them.

Story:
Geret stared at the canvas, brush hovering. Painting? Not his thing—swords and strategy were more his speed. But Dohwa's eyes lit up in his sunlit studio. "Join me? Just once?"

He sighed, good-naturedly. "For you? Fine." He dabbed blue, creating a wobbly sky. Dohwa giggled at his "abstract storm," guiding his hand for clouds.

Hours blurred: colors smeared on cheeks, easels side-by-side. His landscape turned chaotic—jagged peaks like battlefields—but his bloomed with wildflowers.

"See? Fun," he beamed, clinking paint-water glasses.

Geret smiled, wiping turpentine hands. "Your passion makes it worth it." And surprisingly, it did.

T.me/Kahveh

Prompt: Varka and Riley meeting on a train when Riley falls asleep on Varka's shoulder.

Story:
The overnight train rattled through misty hills, lights dim. Varka, broad-shouldered knight in casual hoodie, scrolled his phone in the empty carriage. Across sat Riley, lanky artist with messy hair and a sketchbook, eyelids drooping after a long con.

Riley's head lolled, landing softly on Varka's shoulder. Varka froze, then relaxed—warm weight, faint coffee scent. He glanced: Riley out cold, pencil still clutched.

No stations for hours. Varka didn't move, letting the rhythm rock them. Riley stirred once, mumbling "Sorry," but settled back.

Dawn broke as the train slowed. Riley jolted awake, blushing. "Oh man—cramp? I—"

Varka grinned. "Nap well? Coffee in the diner car?"

Riley smiled shyly. "Yeah. Thanks...?"

"Varka. You?"

A MESSAGE TO OUR ESTEEMED ALLIES.    ────    27.01.2026

In the shadows of shattered walls, we move without fear, but with clear purpose. Every step forward costs us something: sanity, identity, trust. We are bound by protocol, stained but unbroken. Loyalty becomes law; affection turns to strength.
  

  　 TO ASCEND THE STORM, 
    　　TO REACH THE DAWN OF FREEDOM. 
    　　WHERE CHAINS ARE SHATTERED, 
    　　AND FUTURES ARE BORN.

Thank you for standing with us, for being a part of this journey. May our alliance continue to grow and thrive as we forge ahead into the future, united in purpose.

　　　 @phantomromance | @ButlerRent | @ARCROUSSE | @Ponyorent | @turtiedove | @HarvardEnt

ー Commanding the future, forging the path with @Valoureth.

Vayos, absen dulu dicomsect coba.

Rame ya? mau main? atau gamau?

Karena bener, ayo main bord.

Jj tiga orang tecepat aja tapiya? Mau kan.