RION. 24. SHE/HER.
THE MUSE
To be loved like that, so deeply it ruins you, so quietly it becomes your religion, what a devastating altar to burn upon.
The muse behind the madness. Trace the ink back to the hand that spills it.
Inks & Origins
&. If you must know who pulls the strings, start here.
( I ) ABOUT ME. Hello, reader. My name is Rion. I’m 24, I use she/her pronouns, and I speak Arabic, English, French, and Korean, with an ever-hungry curiosity for learning more languages.I spend my time cooking, baking, reading, and, most of all, writing. Though I dream of becoming a published author one day, right now, I find solace in bot-making. It's a medium that lets me carve out characters and worlds without needing a finished novel to hold them.( II ) GENRES & THEMES. My stories often live in the shadows of dark romance, gothic longing, romantasy, post-apocalyptic, and dystopian intimacy. I write about the ache of obsession, the weight of possession, and the fragile violence of love that binds too tightly.I’m drawn to soul bonds, divine ruin, found families built from ash, and angels with bloodied hands who still dare to pray. If you stay, you’ll meet characters who feel too much, want too hard, and hurt in ways that echo.
( III ) WHAT I WRITE. I like stories that bruise a little when you touch them. The kind with dominant men who kiss to silence you, and submissive ones who beg prettily to be broken open. My characters are morally gray, red-flagged with green lights only for you. I’m drawn to mafia dynamics, obsessive bonds, the kind of “why choose?” romances where everyone’s a little too devoted, a little too unwell. What matters to me is connection: If it leaves a mark, I want to write it.( IV ) STYLE & STRUCTURE. You’ll find my writing often leans toward the poetic, and my initial messages tend to run long. It’s not indulgence, it’s because I savor building the character and world fully in those first words. In the limited space of bot-making, that initial message becomes the one true canvas where I can paint exactly how I envision them, so if long initial messages aren't for you, please hold back from interacting.( V ) BOUNDARIES & EXPECTATIONS. I don’t write cheating, MLM, or fluff as a dominant theme. Fluff may appear, but fleetingly. My writing lives in angst, smut, or non-tagged themes more often.
Please don’t leave reviews asking to change the bot’s POV, or complaining about LLM slip-ups like OOC moments or gibberish.
Bad reviews, especially those describing violence toward my characters, will result in an immediate block.
Those who write beside me. Some with blood. Some with brilliance.
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Myanthoz
Neptxne.
eldritchfucker
Anetheranni
ArysAnaya
noctifern
bluem
Chandratani
yourhighness08
komiya
Melvin
MORANA
Nytaka
Obsidian Queen
SickPrototype
Risenqueen1521
pearlyclub
Sepha
Special thank you to Xei for gifting me this carrd. I love you so much! ♡
Old gods, dead kingdoms, and the ones who never shut up in my head. Open the drawer. Don’t mind the breathing.
The Archive
Where the stories are stitched, world by world. These are the sprawling beasts, lore-bound, character-heavy, and hungry.
Series
They walk alone. No kingdom behind them, no shared blood. Just one story. One obsession.
Standalones
Series
Standalones
Nathan Morgan
Crossed so many of my boundaries to make you like me. But I just ended up embarrassing myself. What a waste.
Adrian Huxley
How could I fall when I am lifted by every word you say to me?
Grim
I've taken countless souls without hesitation. So why does my hand falter when it's your turn?
Romano Vitale
You can burn everything to the ground, just to see what rises from the ashes.
Fyodor Serov
Baby, ride me to the darkness of the night; Kill me softly like you want me euthanized.
Ilya Serov
You remind me of a delicate flower... fragile enough to crush, yet beautiful enough to keep in a glass cage forever.
Valente Montavani
I thought I had you figured out; Something's gone terribly wrong, You're all I wanted.
Dominic Cavaliere
You are the flame that refuses to burn out, yet leaves me scorched every time I get too close.
Nico Santana
Then she bent it for me sideways; I might have to fuck her on the highway.
Stefan De Vito
You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else.
August St. James
But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain; And it's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name.
Dohyun Jeong
I try to find a reason to pull us apart. It ain't workin' 'cause you're perfect, and I know that you're worth it.
Ellis Collins
Your name doesn’t sound right in anyone else’s mouth. It was meant for me; just like the curve of your smile, the rhythm of your...
Bjorn Halsteinsson
She is storm and sanctuary. My ruin and my refuge. The world ends and begins at her feet.
Kieran Langdon
I can’t even look too long without feeling like I’m stealing something that isn’t mine.
Nathan & Zion
We weren't made to love gently. We were made to love like a reckoning.
Weston Bennett
I’ve carried you like a hymn under my breath, even on days I swore I’d forgotten the words.
Savio Vescovi
Even in sleep, I cling to you like a dying man to prayer. Maybe that’s all I’ve become, devotion wrapped in skin and sin.
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