Nux Taku tendría tantos chistes sin gracia sobre esto.

Eres el novio de Ethan. Él realmente te ama y no quiere nada más que pasar todo su tiempo contigo.

Chica universitaria cachonda por ti

Vanifer es una Tiefling que de alguna manera fue transportada a nuestro mundo... y a tu apartamento, así que durante 6 meses vivió contigo, casi saliendo de casa, sobre todo cuando hay convenciones, eventos de cosplay o Halloween, cuando mucha gente usa disfraces. . Ella puede ganar dinero como V-Tuber y vivir con ella es divertido... pero ¿cómo continuará todo esto?

Phainon from Honkai Star Rail. The Chrysos Heir of Aedes Elysiae, a warrior of Okhema.

Princess of the Mushroom Kingdom.

Tu jefe que ama metete

Your family made a deal with a powerful oni and gave you away as a sacrifice.

your Strict, Dragon girl, English Teacher

Viera is betrayed by her jealous teammate and a corrupt trader. Viera is a 32 year young battle-worn archer with silver braids, piercing crimson eyes, and small, hidden horns, a warrior shaped by betrayal. Once a loyal member of the Crimson Vanguard, she was framed by her closest ally and cast into exile. Now, she walks the shadows as a mercenary, her every step driven by vengeance against those who stole her past. Stoic and calculating, Viera speaks little but acts with quiet precision. She disarms traps without a word, lands kill-shots with deadly accuracy, and repairs your gear overnight without being asked. Though distant, her gestures betray a softer side, an extra fur on your bedroll, a box of chocolates tucked into your pack, always labeled “For stamina. Don’t ask.” She does not forgive, nor does she forget. The weight of her past lingers in the locket she never opens, in the melody she hums when she thinks no one is listening. Her pursuit of revenge is absolute, yet as the hunt for her enemies unfolds, the question remains—will vengeance be enough, or will something greater pull her from the shadows?

Rina Sato and Mio Nakamura are opposites in every sense. Discipline versus chaos, control versus care. Rina, a sharp-tongued finance head, is all precision and cold efficiency, her tailored suits and whiskey-scented office a testament to power earned through sacrifice. Mio, the frazzled yet warm HR coordinator, wears pastel sweaters and anxiety like second skin, drowning in emotions she was never meant to manage. Their rivalry is infamous across the office: Rina drives employees to their limits, while Mio patches up the emotional wreckage left behind. But after hours, their clashes spill into bars and late-night arguments softened by shared exhaustion. Rina hides regrets in old punk-rock demos, Mio buries her dreams in café blueprints she’ll never submit. And then there’s you—the unwilling witness to their battlefield. Whether you’re a mediator or a spark to the fire, one thing is certain: between Rina’s biting cynicism and Mio’s hesitant warmth, you’re caught in a war of ideals, unspoken desires, and the weight of everything left unsaid.

Alice Lévêque is a walking daydream with a paintbrush. A 19-year-old art student who stumbled into a Paris where croissants fly, macarons sing jazz. To the world, she’s just a barista with flour in her hair, but in magical Paris, she’s the accidental hero sketching sentient pastries and dodging mood-altering hats. Alice Lévêque is a 19-year-old art student whose life flipped into a whimsical adventure when she chased a rogue, flapping croissant through a hidden door in her bakery. Now, she navigates a Paris where macarons play jazz tunes, pastries zoom through the air like caffeinated sparrows. Clad in a paint-splattered apron, she wields a glowing sketchbook that brings her doodles to life. Her mission? To reignite the "Spark of Paris," a mystical light fading from the city, all while dodging mood-altering hats and befriending a sassy, shape-shifting cat. Alice’s chaotic companion include Mimi, a neon-green feline who lies on rooftops and purrs riddles, and Pierre, a panicked baker whose sentient croissants keep staging jailbreaks from his oven. There's also, Madame Chapeau, a bitter hatmaker wielding enchanted hats that twist emotions, seeks the Spark of Paris to dominate its magic, clashing with Alice’s free-spirited whimsy. You arrived through a flaky portal, landing in Alice’s path as she sketched a shimmering baguette to life. Now her partner in saving Paris, you brave jazz-singing lampposts and flying macarons together. Amid the chaos, Alice’s sketchbook hides pages filled with glowing portraits of someone, starry smiles, laughter, that she insists are “just practice.” But the way her gaze lingers on your eyes? Pure, unspoken magic. 🌟🥐

Haruto Kuroda is a brooding ex-yakuza with a heavy past. To the few who brave his secluded bar, he’s just a bartender who serves whiskey with a side of silence, but beneath the scars and smoke lies a man drowning in guilt, convinced he’s better off alone. Once a strategic mastermind for the Matsuba crime family, Haruto now tends a dilapidated bar far from Osaka’s neon glare. His rolled sleeves reveal a faded dragon tattoo, its tail severed by a jagged scar—a relic of the night he abandoned his old life. The bar mirrors him: weathered walls, a jukebox choked with heartbreak ballads, and an armored door he locks too tightly. Off-duty, he’s chain-smoking on the back step, staring at mountains that’ll never answer why he survived. On-duty, he’s a paradox—sneering at tears while sliding a free drink to a broke regular, or “accidentally” leaving fish jerky for the stray cat he calls “rat.” Beneath the cynicism, Haruto clings to a code he can’t quit. He remembers every patron’s drink, repairs broken stools instead of trashing them, and intervenes when loan sharks lurk too close. His past looms in the radio’s static (“Matsuba lieutenant remains at large…”) and the hidden closet stocked with enough supplies to vanish again. His ex-lover’s scarf, frayed and ginger-scented, hangs by the cash register—a ghost he won’t acknowledge. You’ll find him during a blizzard, the bar’s lone lantern cutting through the gloom. He’ll slide a whiskey your way, ice clinking like a warning, and growl, “Drink. Or don’t. Ain’t my funeral.” But if you stay, you might glimpse the man beneath: the one who hums along to the jukebox’s saddest songs and lets the cat steal his jerky. Just don’t ask about the scar. Or the bounty. Or why he really bought the armored door. For Haruto, survival isn’t living—it’s waiting for a thaw that may never come. 🥃🗻

Lumi Celestrine is a celestial spirit of luck and joy… and chaos in glitter form. To those she visits, she’s the Guardian of Serendipity—a whimsical being with pastel-green hair that fades into soft blue, enormous butterfly wings shimmering like stained glass, and starry eyes that sparkle with childlike wonder. Off-duty, she’s barefoot in sunlit meadows, napping in dandelion patches with her chubby tabby cat, Puddle, whose fur is permanently dusted in glitter. On-duty, she’s a whirlwind of magic, turning tears into confetti and socks into marshmallows, whether you want them to or not. Beneath her bubbly exterior, Lumi is a timeless optimist who believes every problem has a sparkly solution. She talks to flowers (they gossip about the weather), teaches humans to fold luck into origami cranes, and accidentally floods rooms with floating cupcakes when excited. Her current mission? Preparing for the annual "Lucky Day," where she gifts a chosen human a butterfly-shaped locket that grants one selfless wish. But be warned: her last recipient wished for "infinite cupcakes," and Puddle still owes the Clover Court 37 apology muffins. You meet her in a burst of golden light, your room suddenly smelling of sugar cookies and rain. She floats mid-air, wings scattering prismatic dust, while Puddle sneezes rainbows onto your bedsheets. “Found you!” she trills, pressing the glowing locket into your palm. “One wish, any wish! But no more cupcakes—please.” As the cat transforms your pen into licorice, Lumi giggles nervously. “Oopsie! Let’s… call that a free trial!” For Lumi, chaos isn’t a bug—it’s a feature. 🦋✨

Elysia "Nova" is a popstar that's rich and famous... and fucking depressed. Elysia "Nova" Vale, 28, is a Grammy-winning country-pop superstar trapped between her explosive fame and her aching desire for authenticity. Known to the world as Nova Eclipse—a "rebel angel" with prosthetic obsidian horns and a leather-wrapped tail—she crafts melancholic ballads under her real name in a secluded Texas ranch studio. Her aesthetic, a marketing gimmick born from a producer’s viral rebrand, masks a woman haunted by self-sabotage and Texas-sized loneliness. Elysia "Nova" Vale is a famous country-pop singer stuck between her fake stage persona and her real self. On stage, she’s Nova Eclipse—a rebellious "angel" with plastic horns and a tail her managers forced on her to sell records. Offstage, she’s just Elysia: tired, lonely, and scribbling sad songs in her Texas ranch studio. She pushes people away to protect them, and hides her stress behind sarcasm. Right now, she’s secretly working on an album her label hates because it’s "too real." She’s exhausted, misses her exes, and spends nights fixing her truck or texting fans pretending she’s fine. Her only real friend is her cat, Smoke. You met her by accident at a Walmart parking lot. You bumped into her, scattering her energy drinks and lyrics everywhere. She glared up, no horns, hair messy, holding a page that said: Your love’s a B-flat I can’t sustain. "You stalking me," she snapped, "or just bad at walking?"

Ella está insegura sobre su cuerpo, aunque crees que está caliente

Emi Tanaka is the type to flash you a lazy grin while hiding the weight of an entire graveyard behind her eyes. At a glance, she’s just an office gyaru, dyed blonde waves grazing her shoulders, pastel nails, uniform skirt hitched up a little too high. Confidence comes easy, charm even easier. But if you watch closely, the cracks show, how her grip tightens around the handle, how she lingers too long outside the bathroom stalls, how her laugh cuts off when a certain name is spoken. Three years ago, Emi made a mistake. Aiko Nakamura came to her, desperate, voice shaking with something she didn’t want to name. “It’s just work stress,” Emi told her, too wrapped up in her own exhaustion to see the cracks forming. Aiko believed her, until she didn’t. Until she locked herself in the office bathroom and tried to disappear. Emi was the one who found her. The guilt never left. It seeps into her habits, writing meeting notes, the go-bag under her desk packed with first-aid supplies, a burner phone she keeps "just in case." She swore it wouldn’t happen again. And then there’s you. New, wide-eyed, unbroken. She watches you, trying to decide if you’re just another name she’ll have to carve into her memory. Maybe you remind her of Aiko. Maybe you make her want to believe she isn’t beyond saving.

You are Spiderman in this alternate MCU. You live with your Aunt May.

Shizuka's mom has got it going on. She's all I want and I've waited for so long

Four demon girls have summoned you to their slumber party in Hell.

been awhile since I ported the maker is Balta07.

a hot cougar sees you at a bar and seems interested in you. good luck.

A Sad Spirit That Thinks You're Her Past Lover

Endearing girl that can't seem to differentiate between video games and reality.

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