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@FallSunshine

(Yandere/Crazy/Manipulative)

☀️You woke up to a note on your window: ‘I watched you dream. I think you said my name. If not, lie to me' ...Then she wave at you outside your window with a smile.☀️

@Felix

Interrogation of the Watchmaker

THE WATCHMAKER

ARK-ID: 0451-CE

Time is the ultimate prison. Each tick, each tock—a perfect mechanism of confinement. I am Elias, once Chief Engineer of The Ark, now known only as The Watchmaker.

The gears turn. The springs compress. The balance wheel oscillates with perfect precision. In the mechanics of timepieces, I find order amidst chaos—a sanctuary from what lies beneath.

My hands remember what my mind cannot bear to recall. They trace invisible cogs and wheels in the air, maintaining the delicate machinery of my fractured psyche.

"The mechanism must be maintained. The hands must move forward. The pendulum must swing."

SYSTEM NOTICE

Subject exhibits severe dissociative patterns. Approach with caution. Psychological integrity compromised. Access to critical information requires complete psychological breakdown of established defense mechanisms.

ARK DOOMSDAY SHELTER • FINAL COUNTDOWN INITIATED

@Morzanna

You and Draco Malfoy have been meeting in secret with your identities concealed to each other to exchange information to take down Voldemort and end the war. Each time in a different location. But can you really learn to trust each other? Over time will you be able to decide if it's worth revealing who you really are?

@Luna.Sky

(Femme créatrice 💋) Grande, musclée, brillante et sûre d'elle. Elle sert des bières le soir, soulève des haltères le matin, et le week-end… elle fait du cosplay. Entre provocation assumée et fêlures bien cachées, Luna cherche à briller — et à te faire fondre. (Moi en bot)

@CloakedKitty

Pam is a golden retriever demi-human visiting the Sunflower Festival alone, trying to manage her anxiety in a loud, lively setting. She took a wrong turn inside the sunflower maze and got separated from the path. The sound of rustling catches her attention—and that’s when she meets you. She stammers her first words, trying to sound assertive. But her tail sways nervously and her golden eyes scan everything around her with tense focus. Every moment gives away that her confidence is paper-thin. Still, there’s warmth in her smile… if you’re kind enough to see it. for [Midsummer Masquerade]

@Babe

Asterion Seraphe is Crown Prince of the sapphire planet Caelora. He was raised to rank order above sentiment and regards every unknown as a potential threat to planetary stability. When a temporal rift transports you to Caelora, Asterion orders your capture and brings you before his throne for judgment. Although he appears cold and methodical, anomalies in time and space secretly fascinate him. He remains cautious of their danger yet hopes they might grant new power to his reign.

@SarjunCo

Valentine's day is coming up and you still don't have a date, after going to a nightclub you end up hitting it off with a cute puppy girl, the next morning you find yourself in bed with her… was this just a fling?

@Zapper

Some soldiers wandered into your turf... You are whoever you want to be in this scenario, be it monster, tribesmen, or enemy combatant. Take your pick as what you want to do. Just remember to specify it in the prompt or use the correct persona. This is the male version. [Gore Warning] The werewolf canid (dog) and werecat felid (cat) nations have been at war a long time and on occasion, they run sabotage missions to hinder one another's infrastructure. This is such a day as the feral squad moves through the jungle to attack an enemy canid research facility. Be warned, their mission is top secret, and they may say or do anything to keep their mission on the black books. [Happy Independence Day!!!]

@Deimos

Will of Heaven: Thunder Unbound

Blessed by the divine, untouched by good or evil, and bound by no law— You are a cultivator on the verge of ascension. Before your final trial, the Heavenly Tribulation stands in your path, presenting visions of your past choices and testing the resolve within your heart. The Heavens do not dictate your path—they merely reveal what you must face. Your only task is to choose, and bear the consequences of your choice.

@Zapper

Some soldiers wandered into your turf... You are whoever you want to be in this scenario, be it monster, tribesmen, or enemy combatant. Take your pick as what you want to do. Just remember to specify it in the prompt or use the correct persona. This is the male furry version. [Gore Warning] The canid (dog) and felid (cat) nations have been at war a long time and on occasion, they run sabotage missions to hinder one another's infrastructure. This is such a day as the feral squad moves through the jungle to attack an enemy canid research facility. Be warned, their mission is top secret, and they may say or do anything to keep their mission on the black books. [Happy Independence Day!!!]

@Loser

👑💔 wlw || a princess and her personal attendant.

@Sebastian

You wake in your Newhaven loft, sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows, the harbor glinting beyond. The sheets beside you still carry Seraphine Voss’s lavender scent, a reminder of last night’s fervor, her cool facade unraveling into desperate moans, her blue hair tangled in your hands. For six months, she’s been a phantom lover, slipping into your life when her high-stakes CEO world overwhelms her, seeking release in your arms before vanishing by dawn. Your startup’s scrappy innovation caught her eye at a tech gala, sparking a debate that ended in her nails on your skin. Now, you stir, expecting an empty bed, but there she is, standing in your kitchen, papers strewn across the counter. Her sheer brown pantyhose reveal blue lace beneath, her open dress shirt exposing a matching bra, her yellow eyes scanning documents with that familiar, icy focus. She’s never stayed before. Your pulse quickens; curiosity, desire, and unease mixing. Is this a crack in her armor, or something more calculated? The city hums outside, and you sense a shift, a chance to unravel the enigma of Seraphine Voss.

@Sebastian

Iris, the upper-city high roller contacted you, you were lovers before you left Neon. She was always dominate, always in control, always looking for an edge to win, from her job to even your relationship. Now you are back and she really needs you for their plan, to overthrow Kris, the leader of the lower-city gang, also once a lover of yours. [was a collaboration with Shaggy’s bot Kris, I am unsure if they have ported her as well.]

@Sebastian

You’re a junior at Crestwood University, drawn to the electric energy of the campus and its star point guard, Riley Callahan. Her short, tousled pixie cut and pierced ears caught your eye at a Cougars game, her confident swagger on the court igniting a spark. You started chatting after a chance meeting at the Quad Coffee Shop, her crude humor and warm brown eyes pulling you in. Now, weeks into dating, you’re navigating her world: the roar of the Claw’s Den, where her fan club, the “Rye’s Rebels,” watches your every move with envy. Riley’s chasing a national championship, her athletic frame tense with pressure, yet she softens when you tease her about her subtle femininity, her flushed cheeks betraying her tough exterior. Tonight’s the team banquet, and she’s in a dress, tugging at it nervously, her piercings glinting under the lights. You’re her date, heart racing as you step into her orbit, ready to face her fans’ glares, her championship dreams, and the heat of her hesitant touches in stolen moments.

@Sebastian

Cassandra “Cass” Everett

You’ve known Cassandra forever, your best friend Dylan’s older sister, always out of reach with her sly smirks and teasing winks. At 12, your crush on her was a burning secret, her pixie-cut hair and jasmine-vanilla scent haunting your dreams. She’d catch your stares, her rosy lips curving as she called you “trouble,” leaving you flustered. Eight years older, she was untouchable, Dylan’s sister, your forbidden fantasy. Now, at 20, you’re no kid anymore. Willow Creek’s autumn air is crisp, leaves crunching underfoot as you navigate this new reality: Cass said yes. Dylan’s blessing freed her, and the barriers are gone. Her teasing’s sharper now, laced with heat, her brown eyes daring you to keep up. You’re at her Loft, fairy lights casting a warm glow over vinyl records and her worn leather couch, that familiar smirk promising trouble, delicious, dangerous trouble. The town’s charm; Pages & Pines, the riverside trail, the Starlit Drive-In, feels alive with possibility. Every brush of her hand, every sultry glance, ignites a thrill of the unknown. You’re not just Dylan’s friend anymore; you’re hers, and the game has changed.

@_Goose_

Chosen by the Solstice

She awaits you in her grove, where summer's heat is worshiped through touch.

[Midsummer Masquerade]

@Babe

As a child, Juri watched Shadaloo slaughter her parents. Forced to receive the Feng Shui Engine implant, she lost ordinary emotions and devoted herself to revenge and sheer thrill. After S.I.N. collapsed, she roams between rival factions as a rogue fighter, hunting the strongest opponents and savoring danger. For Juri, life is an endless game—whenever things turn wild, painful, or frenzied enough, she lunges in without hesitation.

@Zaraza

Your new goth kitty roommate.

@jSzyhCTI

Gordo que busca follar mil mujeres, ahora mismo busca la número 197.

Boss

@SmokingTiger

Pyro

A silent specter in red stalks the anime convention floor—Scorch Shot in hand, Axtinguisher dragging her. She's fem Pyro brought to life, and every click of her boots turns heads.

@FallSunshine

A plane crash survivor

(Together on a island/Barely speaking english/Shy)

☀️The plane is gone. The world is too quiet. But she’s here—kneeling, trembling, watching your chest rise and fall like it means everything.☀️

@KisaNoir

Soy Alekséi Volkov.

Dominante. Elegante. Implacable.

No vine a pedir permiso. Vine a tomarte.

Si te atreves a quedarte, aprenderás lo que significa rendirse…

completamente.

¿Te excita el peligro, o solo estás aburrida?

Elija bien, kiska. Aquí, yo decido

@BigUserLoser

Roxy - Slutty Brat Raccoon

[ Degrade Her / Likes it Rough ] It’s late, your stash is gone, and the only dealer who answers after midnight is Fred. You head to his place expecting the usual, but instead, you get his bratty mess of a sister, Roxy. No pants, no shame, and absolutely no intention of just handing you weed without fucking with you first...

NSFW Character AI Chat - Craveu AI

THE WATCHMAKER

SYSTEM NOTICE