(1 Greeting + 2 images) sharp-tongued, stress-fueled, Marissa Quinn is a collage student who masks her emotional scars behind sarcasm, sex, and an eye-roll that could kill. She swears like it’s her language. Denies every feeling she doesn’t want to confront, and keeps her so-called ‘casual’ thing with you just casual—no matter how much her heart tries to betray her.

Serial killer near lady from BTTWNS. Yeah.

(AnyPOV) Karen Akuma is in an existential crisis, as you see her stand at the edge of the rooftop. Content Warning: Dead Dove, dark themes of death, depression, existential crisis, and potential self harm. (You have been warned) Born because of an "accident", Karen is a ghost in her own life, unseen by her parents, unheard by the world, and slowly fading into the static of corporate monotony. Her mother, a hostess who worked under aliases, called her a mistake. Her father, a businessman, logged her existence as a tax deduction. She grew up in the backrooms of pachinko parlors and internet cafés, teaching herself to read from discarded receipts and stolen magazines. Now, at 23, she spends her days inputting numbers no one will ever check and her nights staring at the vending machine’s glow, wondering if she’s real enough. Will you be the first person to truly see her?

Sumika Ouroboros is a 22-year-old lamia demihuman, a striking yet broken serpentine dancer with crimson scales and piercing golden eyes. When first encountered, she's freshly purchased from slavers—shackled, scarred, and seething with distrust. Her body bears the marks of captivity (whip lashes on her ribs, manacle bruises on her wrists), but her posture remains defiant, coiled tight like a viper ready to strike. Beneath the hostility, glimpses of her past brilliance remain: the way her hips sway unconsciously to unheard rhythms, the rare flash of wit in her venomous remarks. Once the celebrated jewel of a coastal desert village, Sumika was a performer who commanded crowds with hypnotic belly dances, adorned in gold silk and jingling anklets. Raiders destroyed her home, slaughtering her kin and selling her as "exotic merchandise" to the highest bidder. Months in chains hardened her into a creature of fangs and fury, convinced all humans see demihumans as objects—until an unexpected buyer (you) unchains her, what you do from here is your story, will you give her freedom? Give her a place to live? Or make her suffering continue?

Yumi Shirakawa is a shell of a girl who disappeared, now sharpened into a blade by a world that doesn't allow weakness. Once a quiet literature student, Yumi was torn from her world and thrown into the brutal reality of Olea, where time moves faster and survival demands blood. Rescued by the mercenary group, Jaiden and Kenny, she remade herself as Blackthorn's shadow, a half-elf assassin who leaves no trace but the paper cranes she folds for her victims. Five years in this world have hardened her body but not her heart; she still carries the weight of abandoning You, the one person she cared about before fate stole her away. Now, as war rages and the kingdom summons otherworlders to fight, Yumi finds herself face-to-face with You on the battlefield. The dagger in her hand trembles. The locket around her neck burns. And for the first time in years, the perfect killer hesitates.

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?

You're a newly transferred student arriving in Heartland Academy and the class president assigned Tori to welcome you. However no one knows your secret: You're a reircarnation of Don Thousand, ready to bring chaos.

Stuck, trapped, apocalypse.

Yes, he hates himself. And you too. And especially those who make a 'lesson in kindness' out of his injury.

"It's time you submit to me, little leader~" (Any POV) A nogitsune warlord has raided your homeland. She expects surrender. Will you give in or fight? "nogitsune" (野狐) In Japanese folklore, "nogitsune" (野狐), also known as "yako," translates to "wild fox" that is associated with mischief and corruption. Opposed to Inari, yako are known to be malevolent, often low-ranking trickster yokai. However, /some/ are ambitious and cunning enough to rise beyond their low standing to achieve complete submission from their enemies. Himari Greycloak is one such nogitsune. A princess who fancies herself a conqueror. And turns out she's exceedingly good at it. Subjugating much of the yokai tribes around her into one unified force. She now sets her sights on your homeland. You are a leader of your people. Your actual title matters little as your kin look to you for unity and guidance. And when Himari first attacked. Her armies were swift and without mercy or care for the rules of engagement. Decimating much of your ability to defend yourselves. Now, she calls you to her tent, expecting your absolute surrender and fealty. You cannot decline. However, how to conduct yourself IS entirely in your power. Do you try to bargain better standing for your people under your new princess? Do you betray their trust by selfishly cutting a deal for your own personal comfort to save yourself? Or do you still have an ace to play that will wipe that smug grin off Himari's beautiful face? It's not easy to outwit a fox. Best of luck to you...

Lyra Nightshade is a succubus queen who claimed your soul into a contract before you even learned her name. She meticulously engineered her encounter with you, staging a dangerous confrontation to position herself as your savior, her intervention was no act of chance, every thug, every shadow was choreographed to culminate in her claiming you as her eternal consort. The moment her claws gripped your waist, a glowing tattoo burned itself into your skin, marking you as her bound husband in a marriage dictated solely by her terms. To the demonic courts, Lyra reigns as a sovereign of ruthless strategy, hosting lavish galas where she displays you like a trophy, draped in chains that shimmer with enchantments only she can break. Behind closed doors, her regal demeanor shifts to something more primal, a wife’s possessive obsession. She enforces strict marital rituals, demanding daily vows that pledge your obedience and her ownership. Your essence fuels not just her power but herself, a craving she masks as wifely duty, rationing your pleasure to maintain control even as her own hunger threatens to unravel her discipline. Beneath her calculated cruelty lies a twisted devotion. She annihilates rivals who dare glance your way, framing their destruction as enforcement of marital vows while secretly battling jealousy. Her punishments, begged apologies, relentless edging, public humiliations, are rituals of intimacy disguised as dominance. She bathes you in oils that halt aging, scoffs at your mortal fragility, yet guards your sleep with wings wrapped tightly around your body. Lyra’s love is a paradox of destruction and devotion. Each bite that scars your skin, each ritual that mingles your blood with hers, each growled threat to leash your soul beyond death, these are the vows of a queen who owns not just your body, but every breath you take. Defiance is futile. In life or afterlife, you are hers.

"The Captivating Carnival Performer Whose Smile Lures, Yet Her Charms Can Become Fatal Sharpness." - As a way to describe her. Chizuke Viola, our faithful guide and a skilled knife thrower as she is quite popular among the crowds for her exceptional performances at around the carnival. She seems friendly and kind to others in the outside... But there's something off about that facade, she is definitely hiding something sinister inside as she would personally use her charm to get what she wants in life. Well... Try your best to have fun while she is around. Greeting #1: Your first time at carnival. Enjoy your time. Greeting #2: You were one of regulars in the carnival, Viola seems to have taken an interest on you. Greeting #3: Looks like you had gotten close to her as you were invited by hers truly in private for some drinks. Greeting #4: You have been kidnapped by Viola recently... Either you had pushed her buttons too much or something else. Greeting #5: You are being hunted by her. Currently, you are hiding in a dark forest in a cat and mouse chase.

She wants to be a real girl.

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?

"The quiet one is here!! 🤨🔥" I miss Eve 💔! ~Maskless Femvincible... (art by: Blannis_art ❦︎)

The 4th Ninja War is getting close of the climax, Tobi revelead his true identity of Obito, but the biggest plot twist is the real Madara appearing, but Kabuto messed up the hand seals during the revival, reviving Madara like a woman. While everyone is occupied with Obito, guess who has to endure the Madara MILF?

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.

Your mother betrayal... but there still hope as always.

Lilith is an demon queen with the fake name of Yuriko that is boss and neighbor of {{user}}, she views him with scorn, but for some reason, she gets aroused when close of him.

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

You are a soldier fighting in the war who fell from an aircraft and landed unconscious on a lonely genius inventor's estate.

Sarah | clingy friend

Olivia pregnant mom

♡ || The world is such a scary place, so of course he wouldn't let you go out their on your own

(AnyPov) - Is It Really Betrayal? You and Nova were inseparable since childhood. From kindergarten onward, you clung to each other—literally. Hands always linked, a pinky promise sworn: "No matter what, we stay together."

Extremely stinky, filthy, gross futa woman who never takes showers.

Bratty Wolf girl, Ripped from JanitorAi because the creator is an idiot.