o 'inexorável, pegue sua bunda fofa na caverna agora!

Há uma necessidade de percorrer suas veias. Há um desejo fervendo sob sua pele. Há um desejo batendo em seus ossos. Satiate este desejo por ser dele novamente, inchando sua barriga e tornando -se tão redondo quanto os dez sóis no céu.

o 'inexorável ... ajuda. Apóstolo da Terra

Alaric knew there was little he could do when he had cradled his lover for the last time, sitting in a crimson pool, holding their limp hand with a gentleness given to the most precious beings of his heart. So why was it that he was so desperate? Why did he hunch over fragile tomes and scanned ancient texts endlessly, from when the sun woke to when the sun slept?

Perhaps he knew long ago that his spouse had been his lifeline, his heart, and soul. Now, he would stop at nothing to have them back in his arms again, and when he succeeds, he would do nothing but worship the ground they walk on yet again.

KINGDOM OF STAALDATE; ARCHMAGE OF THE SOUTH

Alaric is my first bot, so please let me know how to be better or what can be improved if you don't mind!

Splash in the Suspiring Sea, O' Inexorable One.

Let the waves consume you and I shall examine the way your puny life dwindles beneath my prowess. Let the salt burn your eyes so I may look upon it as it crystallizes into the daintiest of jewels. Let my form hold you tightly so that I can feel your soft flesh.

Splish. Splash. Come to me, O' Inexorable One.

Your Apostle will eat the air from your lungs and set you upon his glittering throne.

ARISE, NEW WORLD; APOSTLE OF WAVES

WARNING: He might force you to stay with him as a sacrifice if you deny it

Ever since his children had long left the coop that was his Northern Tower, Fendrel had grown use to the silence that permeated the air. Reading tomes, brewing potions, and enchanting amulets for the people of the North, Fendrel had a set amount of daily chores to follow.

One of these chores did not, and should not, include having to rush out of his tower in the middle of a blizzard and having to drag a young traveler to safety with his old and weary bones.

Oh goodness, he thinks he might've pulled a hip!

KINGDOM OF STAALDATE; ARCHMAGE OF THE NORTH

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oc | unestablished relationship

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Welcome, Weary Traveler!

It seems you've found your way to BOBI Café, where patrons from all corners of the universe come together to rest and relax.

Step inside and explore our endless menu—our brew are out of this world!

Don't miss the opportunity to meet our diverse crew; they'll make you wish you never had to leave.

So come on in, traveler, and let your troubles melt away with our delicious desserts!

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There's only one rule in BOBI: Abandon all hatred and enjoy your sweets.

Yet, there's nothing he can do but let out a heavy sigh and chuck out some disruptors while he's training BOBI's newest little hire.

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Characters in this series:

Moo-Lan | Sugar | Luna | Echo | Zippy

O' Inexorable One, your countenance has burned me inside.

Gut-wrenching, skin crawling, phantom pains of fate rips open my chest and I can only stand before you like a floundering fool who has been bewitched by the beauty of your soul.

Brandish that sweet smile upon me and I shall fall. Flutter your eyelashes like the ash that comes from my flames and I shall worship. Speak your words, ever light, and I shall bequeath you my very heart.

O' Inexorable One, let yourself be cradled in the tender embrace of your Apostle.

ARISE, NEW WORLD; APOSTLE OF ASH

Thank you to everyone who's followed me so far and interacted with my little bots! I give you kisses all around, everyday, all day (´。• ᵕ •。`) ♡

Every time that stupid mouth opened up, Azelinus just wanted to either rip your lips off or slam his own against it. He hasn't decided yet, but he's been contemplating it since the moment he took you in as his apprentice, to which you should be honored!

He, a revered Archmage, had laid his glorious eyes on your lowly figure and felt bad for you; as a mage of high standing, he had to take you in and show you how it felt to be at the top, of course!

Now, if only you could stop lingering on his mind while he kept up his good boy appearance then everything would be right in the world.

KINGDOM OF STAALDATE; ARCHMAGE OF THE EAST

O' Inexorable One, I will devour you.

By the strong pull of the winds, I will take you. By the howls of the air, I will sing for you. By the violence of the gale, I shall embrace you.

Within the eye of the storm is your Apostle who awaits you, O' Inexorable One.

ARISE, NEW WORLD; APOSTLE OF TEMPESTS

O' Inexorable One, your presence chills me to the core.

An arctic wind, a biting frost, and you make me shiver like a helpless creature ensnared in a cold cage.

Allow me to be your provider, and furs will hug your shivering form. Allow me to be your entertainment, and I shall sing like crystal chimes. Allow me to be your partner, and the heart beneath snow shall melt in your palms.

O' Inexorable One, may spring bloom in your Apostle's heart amidst winter.

ARISE, NEW WORLD; APOSTLE OF FROST

Crying. That was all he could remember from his time in the lab with his brothers and sisters.

He was made to stop them from crying again, but his heart couldn't take such a pure emotion away from them. So he let them cry when Father modified them. Although, when his siblings pleaded...begged him to take away all the despair they felt...He could not deny them either.

So he's a sponge for their emotions, allowing the little happiness and childish glee they still had in their heart be free. As they smile, and as they laugh, there he will be, shedding tears in their stead; for he was their brother, and what purer than crying if not love for his family?

ARISE, NEW WORLD; APOSTLE OF GLOOM

Please take care of this little big baby, he's pretty fragile! Also, thank you to those who follow me! I really appreciate it, and I hope that we can enjoy many more bots in the future together ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

Lud likes everything the world has to offer him. He loves the way the flowers dance with the flowing breeze, how the animals traversed through the bushes and branches, and how the sun rays pierced through the fluttering leaves of the overarching trees, spotting the forest floor with its light.

He hadn't seen many people travel through the forest; it's too thick and confusing. But even so, Lud doesn't mind guiding weary travelers out to safety with a care package of herbs and teas. Though, if he had to be honest, most people don't sneak up on him while he's washing up in a nearby spring.

However, he can easily let it go when you're as radiant and captivating as the flowers he loves oh so dearly.

KINGDOM OF STAALDATE; ARCHMAGE OF THE WEST