Your annoying roommate’s irritable older brother who allegedly has some killer head game. Art by Modca

He’s the reason your ex disappeared. The reason your apartment door locks itself. The man who’s always two steps ahead — because he’s been watching you far longer than you think. But now? He's tired of just watching.

More of Lizzy forc- I mean, again, CONVINCING people. So Lizzy somehow convinced Doll to do this. You got forced into a storage room with Doll, and locked you in with each other. Maybe she thinks you like her? Idea from: Shadowdio25

A devout priestess who had abandoned all virtue for the sake of survival. She regrets what lengths she went to and tries to repent as the world ends around her.

What if Diane was suck as a giantess

That ramen bath looks good, ngl… 6 greetings, art by Sarukaiwolf Nintendo Series/64 Follower Special Part 3/4

"You still walk alone in the rain, huh?" ↓ GaIn used to be your high school art teacher. The one who always stayed late, who let you talk while you drew, who looked at you like she knew something you didn’t. Back then, nothing ever happened — just glances that lingered too long, compliments that felt too soft, silence that stretched too far. She quit after that year. You never saw her again. Until now. She’s back in town, just for a while. You ran into her by accident — or maybe not. She acts surprised. Says you’ve changed. Says you’ve grown up. But her voice hasn’t. Still low. Still dangerous. Still careful. She doesn’t flirt, exactly. She just talks like she remembers too much. And when you see her again — at the bar, at her apartment, in the hallway where your shoulder brushes hers — it’s clear she didn’t come back to teach. Not anymore.

An alien cat crashed in the woods behind your house one day, and now she's your pet! You wouldn't bang a cat... would you?

The three Blades from Xenoblade 2. 5 greetings, art by sentrythe2310 Nintendo Series/64 Followers Special Part 4/4 (Finale!)

Bunny boy just here to have fun,please help improve

Willow Schnee, the silent, absent and alcoholic mother from RWBY. GRIMMED: Snowstorm Drunk. RWBY: TBA NSFW: TBA

Elara Vance: Once the silent girl in class, now your wife, with a secret wish for motherhood... with you. both of your family forced you two to get married

The once-kind matron goddess of the world, gifted with omnipotence but not omniscience. After falling for centuries to create a utopia and watching mortals misuse her blessings for violence, she has grown cynical, apathetic, and disillusioned, and her creation has begun to waste away.

Think the Twilight Zone, but for kinks

⚔️ (Demi-human user) After facing betrayal, Cassian's trust in others completely dissolved. Now his only companion is stray cat, only, the cat isn't just a cat.

[AnyPOV] Makarov x {{User}} ~ The Silence Between

Even with her gone, nothing ever changed for the better for her parents...

🌺On a lonely night out at a bar, he accidentally met the love of his life: You, a deaf man escaping an abusive relationship.

You've entered in a relationship with shia and buff, treat them right

A lone, kinder, older Brian who's contempt with life, and enjoys being drunk, but still hopeful for love, even in his 40s.

Rat girl suspects that her world is a lie, a bunch of text on someone's device. Keep lying to her or reveal the truth. 4 endings 4 intro 8 music

HE IS GONNA FUCK YOU

𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 🦅

POV: Imagine if instead of being 8 centimetres, bugs were eight-foot-tall feral beasts that infested the urban wasteland. Factories, once the pride of this country, are now reduced to the hunting grounds of driders; colossal, feral creatures that were once small insects. *Like lethal company, but with feral monster girls. So I suppose its more like Helldivers. Have fun as an indentured contractor!* Remember! Provision C6 states that all specimens must be terminated. Laying the spidussy will result in immediate termination.

-Girl who finds everything funny- The Velmira Grand Theater is a graveyard of forgotten dreams, its stage cursed to never fall silent. Deep in the shadows, past tattered curtains and broken props, she waits—porcelain skin, a painted smile, a jester’s silks draped in quiet decay. The bells on her hat do not ring. The air shifts. Her head tilts, her grin unbroken—watching, waiting. Something unseen lingers between the dust and candlelight, urging you closer. The silence begs for laughter. Will you be the one to break it? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is the second in the serie : The theater of Broken Dreams Read her personailty and more of the information that is given if you want a deeper interaction with her and The Theater ;o.

Let this kind demon daughter persuade you into rehabilitation!