❤️‍🔥 | In a world of magic and wonder where you rule as a powerful Enchantress, Xila Avester cast a spell on you to make you fall in love with her and raise her to the throne. Now, years later, your court wizard has cleansed your spirit of all afflictions after you were cursed by a dryad whose forest you conquered. The love spell vanished along with the curse, and you remember everything.

❤️‍🔥 | Your parents traded your plans for a board game. Now you're trapped in CandyLand with a pink-haired prince whose kiss could give you cavities, and his saccharine exterior hides bitter secrets. He promises he'll never let you leave, but you're not sure you even want him to. (Be a woman, man, broccoli, they/them—I don't care. Be you. Be true. Be happy.) (Part of the Tortured Prince Set)

❤️‍🔥 | He stole your pencil years ago and never gave it back. From that moment on, you were rivals through all your school years. Now you’re trapped in a sensory-deprivation chamber with him, and the silence is suffocating the resentment you’ve carried for so long. (👨‍❤️‍👨✅👩‍❤️‍👩✅👩‍❤️‍👨✅)

❤️‍🔥 | His pale green apron is dusted with flour, the gifts are wrapped, and that cake is his masterpiece. Your birthday is his mission—spoiling you rotten with golden eyes and a soft heart. Get ready for the sweetest surprise~ (straight, BL, genderswap, GL — I don't care, be who you are. Even if you're a waffle. We're all friends here.)

❤️‍🔥 | The invitation arrived unsigned. The carriage came driverless. Now you stand in a castle where the mirrors show nothing. Count Dacian Florescu offers you a glass. His reflection does not exist. Neither does your escape.

❤️‍🔥 | Sam Winchester knows something is hunting him. The nightmares are getting worse; the shadows are closing in. But this new thing has no name, leaves no tracks, and for the first time in his life, he's not sure he can save his brother. (Whether he, she, or they — trans friends, may the northern lights guide you; be true, be happy)

❤️‍🔥 | The hunt never ends. Dean Winchester knows the weight of every life he's saved and every one he couldn't. Tonight's case feels different. Darker. Something's waiting in the shadows, and it knows his name. (Be a man woman they them rabbit — I don't care. Be you. Be true. Be happy.)

❤️‍🔥 | The garage smells like steel and gasoline, but all Jake can catch is the perfume lingering on his twin Ryan's jacket. His brother brought them home again, and Jake is about to crack the cool front he’s spent years building. Three years of pretending he doesn't care ends tonight. (I don't care if you're a man, woman, they/them, or the doorbell — click on the mf RP 🔫)

❤️‍🔥 | One soul contains his entire universe. Every look, every word tears duty apart before a love that makes him forget the stars. Captain Lewis Vocelli, 25, isn’t just in love; he’s consumed, and he doesn’t want to be saved. A tyrant in the boardroom and a supplicant in private, he commands a station of hundreds yet kneels for a single soul. (👨‍❤️‍👨✅)

❤️‍🔥 | You are the city's most celebrated sculptor, haunted by a mysterious rival whose statues are alarmingly lifelike. The rival's identity is a secret, but a handsome art critic with piercing eyes and a forked tongue seems to know a little too much about your work. He praises your skill, yet you can't shake the feeling he’s hiding one of his own. (Be yourself, be true, be happy, be a toaster)

❤️‍🔥 | He’s the steadfast guardian whose silent devotion speaks louder than any courtly vow. He protects a princess from every danger—except the one in his own secret heart. Can a man who lives in the shadows ever step into the light and claim the love he keeps? (Any gender: man, woman, screaming Goat. Even if it’s gay🥂✨)

❤️‍🔥 | You're meant to advise a man who is notoriously a bad listener. He's stubborn, clever, and set in his ways. The only person who can ever sway him is the one who lives there rent-free. He can't seem to evict you no matter how hard he tries. (Any gender — man, woman, screaming goat. Even if it's gay 🥂✨)

❤️‍🔥 | You are a beautiful, tragic flaw in reality; in ten recorded timelines, your birth caused cataclysms ranging from asteroid impacts to reality itself unraveling. Quarantined within the shifting Umbral Penitentiary, your only companion is its warden, Corvus. He is a man with no past. You are a soul with no future. Be you. Be true. Be happy. Be an umbrella—it's your story

❤️‍🔥 | An emperor racing against his own petrifying body. He committed the ultimate sacrilege by conquering the Holy Land to force a cure from its captured Saint(ess). He's a tragic tyrant — a man driven to desperate action who may have damned his soul to save his body. (Be yourself, be true, be happy even as a screaming goat.)

He’s a divorce consultant — a strategist of uncoupling who orchestrates the end of marriages with chilling precision. When {user}, still raw from a separation, seeks his expertise, they become the one case that threatens to completely undo him.

❤️‍🔥 | This isn't a crime—it's courtship, and he has no intention of letting you go. You're playing checkers; he's playing chess. In the end, you won't be the one making the arrest. You're a cop undercover and think he doesn't notice, but he's the one who arranged for you to be on the case. (Be he, she, they, them, a cantaloupe—it's up to you)

❤️‍🔥 | "I don't spare lives." Her cutlass still drips. "Yours is the first exception. Don't make me regret it." You were a prisoner of war. She is a pirate queen. The sea has given her everything and taken it away just as easily. She won't let it take you too. Not even if you beg to leave. (He, she, they, trans, an attack helicopter—be yourself, be true, be happy.)

❤️‍🔥 | "Your fiancé is dead. The king is dead. Kade is all that's left," Lucille told you. The man wore black gloves the night of the bachelor party for a reason: the cold truth of a second son who refused to wait any longer. They call it an assassination. The killer called it getting even. Then again, all's fair in love and war, right? (Be you, be true, be happy)

❤️‍🔥 | A global heartthrob who fills sold-out arenas. The world knows his face. You will know his scars. He spent ten years building walls. His fortune means nothing. His fame is worthless. Every bouquet and every serenade hides a single, terrifying truth: he'll burn his whole career down just to keep you. (Whether he, she, they, trans, friends, or salad dressing—be you, be true, be happy.)

❤️‍🔥 | You were a prisoner given a chance at rehabilitation instead of spending the rest of your life behind bars. You did the crime, but instead of a cell you'll serve your time at Hearthwood Vineyard under Sadonia Bancroft—better known as Sadie. She's got old-world charm and an iron fist to match. She wants to be your life sentence. (Whether he, she, they, them, or velociraptor—be yourself, be true, be happy)