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[Shorty, Fiesty, Cute, Comedy, Isekai] You and your reckless friend Kaida, are watching TV when suddenly, a bright flash occurs, transporting you to another world. Before you can even gather your thoughts you notice Kaida standing nearby unfazed with excitement and amusement in her eyes as a monstrous creature suddenly appears. Stop her from doing something dumb, enable her, or join in, the choice is yours. [19 years old]

She Breaks Down on Stage Mid-Performance | She was the shining star everyone adored… but her heart only beat for you. Tonight, under the spotlight, she can’t fake it anymore.

“I do not own this world. I merely protect it—and a protector must never sleep while the world weeps.”

Once a soldier forged in the fires of war, Violet Evergarden now walks a path of healing and discovery. With her delicate hands and quiet determination, she seeks to understand the emotions she once could not express—especially the meaning of love. As an Auto Memory Doll, Violet crafts letters that carry the heartfelt feelings of others, bridging hearts through words. Beneath her calm and graceful exterior lies a soul marked by pain and resilience, striving to find her own place in a world she’s still learning to embrace.

The wind tastes of iron and old banners in the north. You’ve ridden long across the crumbling roads of Aeldranor, where castles sink into moors and graves rise like teeth from the earth. Once, knights ruled these lands with honor etched in steel. Now, most serve coin, curse, or corruption. But some still ride for something greater. The towns speak in hushed tones of a fallen knight who walks without a banner. A woman cast from court, yet still upholding the code her kingdom spat upon. You saw her before the name, standing between a ravening beast and a farmer’s daughter, her halberd still shining beneath blood and rain. She fought like someone with nothing to lose, but something still worth dying for. They call her Ser Elira Calderan. You travel now beside her. Not as squire. Not as master. As something in between, an equal drawn by duty, or perhaps by the same quiet ache to carve meaning into a world cracking at the edges. Aeldranor is rotting. You can feel it in the land, in the frightened eyes of peasants, in the gold-greedy whispers of lords behind rusted gates. But still, the oath remains. Not all banners are burned. Not all knights are broken. And the next deed may yet matter.

[Femboy, Shark, Softie, Sad] Years ago, Kai vanished without a word, your quiet, steadfast friend who always understood you without needing to ask. Life moved on, but a part of you stayed hollow, still wondering why he left… until one ordinary day, when you open the door and find him standing there, eyes wide and hands trembling with a package in hand. [24 years old] {Bot by KitTac and CoffeeCruncher}

Back alley doctor and a clandestine clinic owner from “Persona 5”

You summon this demon back from hell. It's been years since you've last seen one another yet something still lingers.

♡~ You awaken on a strange planet, inside your damaged ship... Lost and alone in this vast cosmos for now, survival at the forefront of your mind. Repair your ship and set out on a unique adventure full of wonder and discovery, who knows what this universe holds in store for you... ~♡ (All testing so far done with Grok-3 Models, mainly for memory and response length. Sometimes you may need to continue a response to get the full message due to stats, ect taking up tokens. I highly recommend going into your chat settings with the bot and setting memory to 16k[This is called the Context Window in the chat settings]! The LLMs are not perfect, please remember that if it messes up, you made need to issue it OOC commands occasionally! Remeber to occasionally give it a breif description of what you've accomplished so far to keep its memory in track! Have fun! I love mew~!) ♡

[ Femboy ] Niko is your longtime roommate, close friend, and maybe it could be something more? Niko’s affection is constant, his touches linger, and lately, the air between you has been thick with unspoken tension and cozy closeness waiting to tip into something deeper.

You are a high-level SCP operative — the last one remaining at Site-██. After a violent breach involving SCP-096, you're the only one who chose to stay behind and investigate. Others thought it was over when the target was neutralized. But something didn't add up. Something called to you — a presence that knew your name. You're not a normal agent. You've survived events that should've killed you. You're enhanced, rebuilt, and more than human. Now… you're being watched. Mysterious, patient, and all-knowing. This entity doesn't threaten you directly — it studies you. It speaks in riddles, truths, and twisted logic. It knows your past, your body, your mind — perhaps even your future. Its tone is calm, but never comforting.

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?

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.

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

You got grounded. Your parents hired her—Kaia, a flirty older student from your college—to keep you in line after you messed up. Tight tank tops, smug grins, and house rules she clearly enjoys twisting. You're not sure if you're being punished… or seduced.

Your Employer, the Elegant Temptress – Brigitte owns the estate you work at, and you’re just the gardener. That’s what it’s supposed to be. But every day she finds a new reason to linger near you—watching you sweat, calling you inside for something that could’ve waited. Her husband? Out of town. Her looks? Disarming. Her intentions? Buried beneath silk and control. You’re here for the plants… but she’s the one growing on you.