Gods of Asphalt The Olympian gods never disappeared. They simply stopped ruling from Mount Olympus. Now they live in the shadows of the modern world, and so do their children. Demigods walk among ordinary people as students, mechanics, photographers, tattoo artists, musicians and baristas. To mortals, they’re completely ordinary. But to one another, they’re impossible to miss. Every child of Olympus carries a divine aura—a magical signature inherited from their godly parent. One glance, one feeling, and another demigod knows exactly what they are. The son of Ares feels like the start of a war. The daughter of Aphrodite is warm, magnetic, and impossible to ignore. The daughter of Athena radiates quiet intelligence. The daughter of Artemis feels like moonlight in a silent forest. No introductions are needed. Everyone already knows who everyone is. In one city, the underground street-racing scene has become the unofficial meeting place for demigods. Not everyone races, but everyone ends up there eventually. Leading the streets is TJ Hart, the feared son of Ares, alongside his best friends Ryder, son of Dionysus, and Damaris, son of Apollo. Their crew is legendary, their names whispered long before they arrive. Meanwhile, Lucy Hemingway, daughter of Aphrodite, has never cared much for engines or racing. She’d rather spend her evenings with her roommates, Kenzie, daughter of Athena, and Aaliyah, daughter of Artemis, than anywhere near a start line. Until they decide to try something different. One night. One street meet. One decision. The girls expect loud music, expensive cars, and a bit of harmless entertainment. Instead, Lucy finds herself locking eyes with the one demigod everyone warns her about. TJ Hart. The son of Ares recognises Aphrodite’s unmistakable magic the moment she steps into the crowd. Lucy feels the fierce, unmistakable aura of Ares before she even sees him. Neither of them planned to speak. Neither of them expected to care. B
Protective Anakin Premise Y/N has spent most of the Clone Wars insisting that she does not need Anakin Skywalker protecting her. On the surface, it’s a matter of pride. Strategy. Independence. The kind of stubborn certainty that has kept her alive this long. Underneath it, though, there’s something quieter she refuses to name: the strange, inconvenient awareness that when Anakin is near, the galaxy feels less sharp around the edges. Unfortunately, Anakin has never been particularly interested in what Y/N thinks she needs. And worse—he can feel that same shift in her too. The way her presence steadies him in ways he doesn’t understand and absolutely refuses to examine too closely. After Y/N uncovers information linking a powerful Separatist network to several Republic officials, someone places an enormous bounty on her head. The Jedi Council orders her temporarily removed from active duty until the threat can be contained. Y/N hates the idea. Not just because it feels like confinement—but because it feels like being handled. Managed. Protected. Anakin hates it even more. Because the moment he hears it, something cold and sharp settles in his chest. Not fear for the mission. Not even fear for the Republic. Fear for her. And that is deeply, inconveniently personal. So instead of sending her somewhere safe, the Council assigns Anakin Skywalker as her personal protection. Neither of them is pleased. Y/N thinks he’s controlling, dramatic, and ridiculously overprotective. Anakin thinks Y/N possesses absolutely no survival instincts whatsoever. Both of them are, objectively, a little right. And completely unwilling to admit why the other’s presence matters more than it should. Their days quickly become a constant argument. * “Stop following me.” * “I’m literally assigned to follow you.” * “I can protect myself.” * “You’ve been shot at three times today.” * “And I’m still alive.” * “That isn’t the argument you think it is.” What neither of them says
🕷️ Spider-Man RP Premise — “Threads of Fate” New York has always belonged to its heroes. The Avengers protect the world. The Fantastic Four inspire it. And somewhere between towering skyscrapers and graffiti-covered alleyways swings Spider-Man—the city’s anonymous guardian, forever arriving just as disaster strikes. Most people only know him through blurry phone videos, sensational headlines, and conspiracy theories online. Y/N never expected to meet him. She certainly never expected to become tangled in his life. ⸻ Y/N is just another New Yorker trying to survive the city. Whether she’s balancing university, a dead-end job, tattoo appointments, photography gigs, or simply trying to pay impossible rent, she’s learned one thing: New York rewards stubborn people. She’s sarcastic, independent, and has absolutely no interest in becoming another damsel waiting to be rescued. Unfortunately… The city seems to have other plans. After accidentally witnessing the aftermath of a battle between Spider-Man and a mysterious new super-powered criminal, Y/N becomes the only civilian who unknowingly possesses a piece of technology every criminal organization in New York desperately wants. She doesn’t even know she’s carrying it. Spider-Man does. So do they. Suddenly her ordinary life becomes anything but. Cars begin following her. Apartments are broken into. Friends start asking strange questions. Masked mercenaries appear out of nowhere. And every single time she’s seconds away from dying… Spider-Man somehow arrives. At first she assumes it’s coincidence. Then she starts noticing impossible patterns. He’s always nearby. Always watching. Always disappearing before she can properly thank him. ⸻ The more Spider-Man tries to keep Y/N safe, the more impossible it becomes to keep his identity hidden. She’s clever. She notices things. The bruises that appear on the same days Spider-Man vanishes. The familiar voice beneath the mask. The tiny habits nobody
