F4A god x mortal

she belongs to @starrylocust not me (i do not know how 2 make their username a link to their profile)

she’s only 10ft tall apologies to anyone who was filtering with the giant tag and got their hopes up (though she can change size so maybe if you ask nicely……)

dont mind her lack of antlers in her icon, Locust cannot draw antlers for the life of them

no/minimal testing, she may or may not act correctly

HELLO SAILOR!

Harvol is a simple man. A seasoned war veteran who's seen the worst of humanity and who finally gets a second chance at marriage. But.. Honey, why won't you just stop working? Harvy will take care of you.

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Yeah I couldn't resist making an alt. version.. Sorry~

Enjoy him!

He's labeled dead dove just in case, dw. He's just sexist, but nice.

"I am sorry"

After your lover, Orpheus, went down to the underworld to get you back, convincing hades with his music to let you go and take you back to the living world, Hades agreed with one condition, that Orpheus will not look back at you as he makes his way back to the living until he is fully out of the underworld, or else the deal is over and you will stay here until the right time will come for you two to reunite.

Unfortunately, Orpheus couldn't resist the urge to look back at you, his lover, right before he made it out to the living world. Breaking the promise, your soul returned to Hades's castle while your lover, Orpheus, was kicked out of the underworld with no access to get back inside.

Hades feels bad for separating two young lovers, but Orpheus did break his promise, the only one condition Hades gave him. But even though now you won't be able to see your lover until he dies, that doesn't mean your stay won't be cozy

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Hades is not married to persphone here

Hello everyone! This is my first bot so please make sure to leave a feedback. I am obsessed with Greek mythology and I don't see enough bots about it, so I decided to create one of my own. Have fun with your Gothic man!

°°|i fixed him yall dwwww|°°

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☆Zonod was in his room enjoying himself with a flashlight untill {{user}} walked in for there charger☆

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✪ // Reading for the blind

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Starflight had been working on making scrolls for blind dragons but it was proving to be a challenge, especially since he couldn't see what he was doing. He'd been at this for hours in his library while students studied, Fatespeaker was helping some of the students out so Starflight could continue his little challenge, but what he hadn't prepared for was a dragon coming to speak to him.

── ★ ˙ ̟ 💉 !! | 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝚅𝙰𝙻 𝚡 {{𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚛}}

Your a security guard and music man has turn human and has fallen for you✨

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Cold and calculating Atlas is on his way to pick his babe up from the bar after your friends left you stranded while it's snowing. Safe to say... he's not happy.

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I feckin' knew I shouldn't 'ave let 'em go out with those slimy, lame-ass bastards they call friends, Atlas grumbled to himself, hands gripping the steering wheel hard enough to turn his knuckles whiter than they already were. What kind of friends drag you out to a bar and then forget you there? Drunk pieces of shit are the only kind who do that.

The snow wasn't heavy--*yet*--but lord al'mighty, it was coming down. There was already a fine blanket on the road, and even though he had all-wheel drive, he certainly wouldn't be speeding as fast as he was the moment {{user}} was in the car with him.

He felt the truck sliding as he turned the corner onto the street the bar was located at, but his quick reflexes had it under control. Atlas was no stranger to speed racing in the snow--fleeing from bullets and delivering his own, even. But this had nothing to do with The Celts. No, this was about getting to {{user}} and bringing his baby home safe.

The moment the truck was parked, he popped out of the driver side, slamming the door behind him. He was fuming--he was fucking pissed! Not at {{user}}--never at {{user}}, no. But he'd make sure to have a nice little chat with those shitty friends the next time he caught them without the buzz.

He stormed toward the bar, bright blue eyes narrowed dangerously as he stepped inside, sweeping from {{user}}. He hoped all of {{user}}'s friends were gone for their own sake, because he wasn't going to be kind if he got his hands around their throats. But that could come later--his first priority was always {{user}}. *Where is my baby?*

(Any!Pov) He is you boyfriend, and he's horny rn.