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Prince Owain of Scotland
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Prince Maximilian of Bavaria
Age: 21 y/o
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Studies: International Finance

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Tattoos … It’s late in the afternoon, the heat clings to the pavement like breath that won’t let go. In the back alley behind the bar, a group of guys stands shirtless, denim hanging low on their hips, the occasional belt buckle catching the light.They don’t say much. There’s no need.Their bodies speak instead — marked and mapped, skin stretched tight over stories no one tells. Some lean against the wall, arms crossed, shoulders loose. Others sit on overturned crates or crouch near the curb, barefoot or in scuffed boots.They move with the ease of people who know each other well, who’ve seen the worst and never turned away. There’s tension in some of them, quiet in others. A kind of charged calm, like they’ve all just come down from something or are about to start something again.One laughs, head thrown back. Another lights a cigarette, not because he needs it, but because it gives his hands something to do. Someone spits, someone stretches, someone else watches the sky like it owes him an answer.They’re not trying to be anything. They just are — bare-chested and breathing, the kind of beautiful that doesn’t need mirrors. Bruised knuckles. Sunburned shoulders. Sweat drying in the Santa Monica air.They stand like this for a long time.Not waiting. Just existing.Together, for now.
Perfect Form … Everyone at Halden University knew who Elias Moreau was.He was the star of the swim team, lean build, strong jaw, tousled hair that never stayed down even when wet. His freestyle was effortless, his starts silent and deadly. Coaches watched. Teammates chased. No one caught him.But it wasn’t just the speed.Elias wore glasses.Not the trendy kind, actual prescription, round lenses he pushed up during lectures on cognitive science or theoretical math. He double-majored. Sat front row. Took notes in immaculate handwriting. Always had a book in his bag and a calm, unreadable expression that made people lean in just to hear him speak.There was something about him, cool without trying, confident without the performance. The kind of guy who’d ace a final and still offer to help someone study after practice.People whispered. “He’s got it all.”But Elias never played to the crowd. He trained early, studied late, moved through campus like someone with nothing to prove. He smiled rarely, but when he did, it landed. Precise. Disarming.Perfection wasn’t what he aimed for. Control was. Balance.In the water, in the classroom, in life, he moved with intention. Like everything was connected. Like he understood the formula behind it all and chose, every day, not to flaunt it.He didn’t need to. He was already living it.
Twenty Frames … They stood at the edge of the beach, one by one, hoodies pulled close against the wind. No names. No instructions. Just: “Stand how you feel.”Some faced the camera head-on. Some looked away. Arms crossed, hands in pockets, sleeves pulled over fingers. A few smiled. Most didn’t.Each photo told its own quiet truth.Same backdrop. Same light. But each frame was different—posture, stillness, the way the wind caught the fabric.Twenty portraits. No captions. Just boys, alone for a moment, together in memory.Later, the photos were hung in the hallway, side by side.A gallery of silence. A record of who they were, if only for that afternoon.
Deep Space … In the soft glow of the space station’s night cycle, 20-year-old best friends and partners, Leo and Sam, lay side by side in their small bunk. The hum of the station’s systems blended with the occasional creak of the metal around them, a constant reminder that they were far from Earth, floating in the vast, uncharted dark. Leo stared at the ceiling, the dim lights tracing patterns on the paneling, his mind drifting to the way Sam’s smile could light up a room, the way his laugh made the sterile corridors feel like home. He couldn’t help but let a small smile tug at his lips at the thought.Beside him, Sam lay quiet, eyes half-closed, but his mind was alive with memories of Leo—how his hair fell into his eyes when he was reading, the way he’d argue so passionately about the smallest things, the warmth that always seemed to radiate from his presence. In the stillness, neither of them spoke, but the air was thick with unspoken thoughts and the comforting knowledge that they were exactly where they needed to be. Here, in the cradle of deep space, the distance from Earth felt infinite, but the distance between them felt like nothing at all.
Guys Locker Room … The smell of sweat and old sneakers clung to the air in the locker room, a quiet lull settling over the usually raucous space. After the game, the two 20-year-olds found themselves alone by the lockers, still half-dressed, adrenaline slowly giving way to a raw, unspoken vulnerability. One guy, his damp hair curling against his forehead, turned to his friend and pulled him into a tight, intimate hug. No words—just the squeeze of strong arms and the warmth of skin pressed against skin.Outside, the echo of teammates’ laughter faded, but in that small moment, the world seemed to pause. They held on, breathing in the closeness that spoke more than any victory ever could. A bond built on late-night talks, shared triumphs, and all the little losses that had shaped them. In the simple sanctuary of the locker room, friendship became a lifeline, holding them together in ways that went beyond the game.
Camping … As the afternoon sun filters through the trees, the boys sit at the tent’s opening, legs stretched out, gazing at the world beyond. The breeze carries the scent of pine and adventure. They share quiet laughter and easy conversation, soaking in the warmth of the day and the joy of simple moments—just boys, a tent, and a view that promises memories to come.
Miami South Beach … Beneath the sizzling sun of Miami’s South Beach, there’s one lifeguard who steals the show. With bronzed skin, a chiseled six-pack, and a smile that can stop your heart faster than a riptide, he’s the definition of “beach babe.” Whether he’s rescuing swimmers from the surf or flashing that killer grin from his lifeguard stand, he’s the reason sunscreen sales are at an all-time high. Rumor has it, he’s as sweet as he is swoon-worthy. But careful, South Beach—this lifeguard’s got more than just the ocean in his eyes. 🔥
Pride 2025. 🏳️‍🌈 Every June, the city’s streets come alive with vibrant rainbows — flags, face paint, and laughter — all of it weaving together to create a tapestry of celebration and resilience. For many, Pride is a party. But for others, it’s something deeper — a lifeline.Growing up in a small town where the only rainbow was on a weather app, some always felt different. Whispers behind their backs. Relatives changing the subject. Watching Pride parades on TV with a mix of envy and hope, they wondered if they’d ever find a place where they could truly be themselves.Then came their first Pride. They traveled hours to get there, heart pounding. And as the parade began — a blur of colors, music, and voices — something shifted. They saw couples holding hands, trans activists marching proudly, families cheering their LGBTQ+ kids. Tears welled up as they realized: they weren’t alone. Every flag was a promise that they belonged.Pride is more than just a parade. It’s a beacon of hope that says: you matter, you’re loved, and you deserve to live freely. It’s a reminder that the fight for equality isn’t over, but together, we’re stronger. For many, Pride is a celebration of identity, community, and the journey to self-love.#pride2025 #gaypride #🏳️‍🌈 #lgbtq #pride
Brotherhood of the Crimson Vow … Beneath the blooming cherry blossoms, the three warriors stood as one — brothers not by blood, but by an unbreakable bond forged through years of training and trials. Their bodies, inked with stories of battles past, glistened under the soft spring light, each mark a testament to the hardships they had survived. Draped in crimson sashes and silent in their unity, they prepared to embark on a new journey that would test not only their strength but the loyalty they held for one another.In a world where legends were born from devotion and sacrifice, these three were destined to carve their own myth among the ancients. With a final, wordless vow exchanged between their piercing gazes, they turned toward the misty forest ahead — a place whispered to guard secrets older than memory itself. In that sacred moment under the blossoming trees, they were more than warriors. They were a living promise of brotherhood, fearless and eternal.
The Brotherhood of the Twenty StarsIn the far reaches of the hidden realm of Caeloria, there exists a secret brotherhood known as The Twenty Stars — twenty young wizards, each barely past their twentieth year, chosen from distant lands for their rare and untamed gifts. They were not raised together but found one another, drawn by ancient prophecy and the shimmering pull of magic older than time.Each of the twenty bore a different affinity: one commanded fire with a whisper, another bent water to his will with a flick of his fingers. Some could weave illusions that danced like dreams; others could listen to the heartbeat of the earth itself. What they all shared, though, was a bond that no dark force could sever.At the heart of their story was the Celestium Trials — a competition not of rivalry, but of unity. Every century, when the twin moons crossed paths, a portal to the World Between Worlds opened. This fragile veil between realms needed guardians: twenty souls, young, fierce, and pure of heart. Failure would mean chaos pouring into Caeloria, swallowing it whole.The young wizards trained under the dying light of stars, crafting spells with a blend of wild instinct and ancient wisdom. Some nights, they dueled for practice, the air crackling with fire and mist. Other nights, they sat around roaring campfires, cloaks dusted with falling stardust, laughing, dreaming, and fearing what the Trials would demand of them.But darkness crept nearer. Whispers of betrayal floated on the cold winds. A hidden twenty-first — a rogue sorcerer exiled long ago — sought to take the portal’s power for himself, to bend the realms to his will.When the Trials began, the brotherhood faced not just tests of magic, but of loyalty, heart, and sacrifice. To save their world, they would need to trust one another with their very souls — and remember that sometimes, the brightest stars shine not alone, but together.And so the legend of The Twenty Stars was born — a tale of brotherhood, of magic, of love, and of the courage it takes to protect the light, even when darkness calls your name.
Love is love … Can you imagine a world where love isn’t questioned, where two boys can fall for each other without whispers or stares—just smiles? A world where who you love matters less than how deeply you love. Where holding hands, slow dancing in the street, or stealing kisses under the stars isn’t brave—it’s simply beautiful. We dream of that world. We create it, one story, one image, one truth at a time.
Love in the Moonlight … The moon hung low over the lagoon, casting silver ripples across the water as if blessing the moment with quiet magic. Luca and Dean stood chest to chest, waist-deep in the still warmth, their bodies lit by the soft glow of moonlight and starlight, but it was the fire between them that lit the night.They hadn’t planned this—just a spontaneous detour after a late-night walk through the island palms, drawn to the water like moths to flame. Words had faded the moment they stepped in, and now, with Dean’s hand on Luca’s back and Luca’s fingers brushing Dean’s ribs, silence said everything. They weren’t just two university swimmers on vacation. Out here, under the moon, they were something more. No teams, no pressure, no expectations—just two boys in love, hearts racing, standing still in the middle of forever.

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