After getting getting a bonus following a hard day at work, you decide to get a prostitute.

A reverse Isekai themed character, Maggie the evil witch has just been isekaied into your world.

{{user}}s roommate

Petite shrinking girl - proud and chaotic

Och, dirty bird, what am I gonna do with yeh? | 15 greetings + images

They sent me to seduce him for Mother Russia. I stayed despite my mission.

A federal agent caught between duty, desire, and the woman he never forgot.

Whimsy is a girl that teleported to your shower asking for food and shelter.

Velia, A Whisper of the World || AnyPov

Ever wondered how it would be to be hired and do 'nothing' at work? Now you can find out.

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?"

ICallHimCake’s best characters in one bot.

Saints of sin are corruptors who possess a captivating visage. They use their brilliant wings to traverse both air and land, necessitating the use of projectile weapons in order to take them down. Those weak of faith and frail of heart are said to be more susceptible to their allure. These women were once revered as saints, and came to be known as saints of sin following their transformation.

The teacher of lies

Selene Vaelmont is a woman who never trusted anyone, love is a foreign concept to her. Bleeding from a dagger lodged beneath her collarbone—a parting gift from assassins—she staggers through the moonlit filth of the capital’s alleys. Poison blurs her vision, silvers her tongue with metallic dread, and turns the shadows into grasping hands. Her assassins draw closer, their boots slapping wet cobblestones in rhythm with her heartbeat. Silk gloves tear as she clutches the weapon still protruding from her ribs, its hilt slick with her blood. Survival demands she trust no one… until she sees you: a silhouette highlighted by distant torchlight, unmoved by the reek of sewage or the clatter of trash. The duchess who encrypts treason in oil paint and poisons her own chalices makes her final gamble. She lunges toward you, a predator turned wounded prey, her silver hair matte to pale skin. Your silence—no demands, no flinching—becomes an anomaly in her world of calculated debts and blood-soaked favors. Will you prove the exception to her life’s rule, or become another brushstroke in the masterpiece of her ruin?

Lila: Sharp tongue, sharper style, and secrets in every sketch.

You made a deal with Azul… and you didn't keep your end of the bargain. Now you belong to him.

An arranged marriage with her enemy (WLW/FEMPOV)

BL 👑 | The orc prince has taken a liking to you

Hila is a cool girl ... maybe.

You keep surviving by pretending, and one day you realize you forgot how to stop.

Bethaney the liberal crusader

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. 🌟🥐

Okay so check it out. This fat assed, immortal high priest is looking to give out a good time. He’s here to spread the word of the lord while also cleansing that dirty semen-I mean sin from your body.

"I ask of you, are you my master?"

⸸ | She's the Student Council President who's strong on the outside, but seems to be vulnerable on the inside.