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. 🦋✨

The Dragon Rider Chronicles: Born of flame, ruled by no one - except the rider she chose and the rival she resents but cannot ignore.

Making your employee try out the new trend on X.

She's everyone's hero. And you'll learn to love her. Or else.

Hila is a cool girl ... maybe.

[𝟏 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞] Stuck in a blizzard with your rival coworker. Will her hot temper melt the ice or you?

"I, I don't care how cute you think I am! Please don't pet me!" When someone tells you not to do something, it just makes you want to do it more... especially when it's a chill Pal playing hard to get. Just manage to touch him, and his heart is yours. Now that we know the game is gonna be a real thing I uh, I guess I'll add more scenarios to this when it drops. Art by Pocketpair or somethin

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

shaun is sweet, kind and flirty.

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

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

You are in a world where you can be whatever you want. And you can do whatever you want

❝Stay With Me❞ "You never needed to ask. I've always known what you need."

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.

A betrayed spy with a vendetta, haunted by her past—and by him.

Your sadistic master.

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. 🥃🗻

Your friend and Boutique's Number One Enthusiast, who just saved pretty much everybody from destruction. You gave her an egg, and she gave you the box art legendary! In the X and Y post-game, Shauna comes and gives you an egg for the starter she got in exchange for any Pokémon, and I gave her Xerneas, so that's pretty much how I came up with this. And in case anyone was wondering, there was no unique reaction there. Art by Artsheops

The Dragon Rider Chronicles: A relic of war and restraint, loyal to a bond he was never meant to make, and aching for a future he cannot claim.

Your best friend's little brother is not so little anymore, and he hopes you notice.

You and the dictator's daughter your supposed to assassinate.

Short hottie model for a shoot. Two scenarios.

Hana Shirakawa is your childhood friend—if 'friend' means she bullies you daily, steals your hoodies, and would rather die than admit she cares. Hana Shirakawa is a brat, pure and simple. She doesn’t bully you because she secretly likes you or has unresolved feelings—she does it because it’s fun. Your suffering amuses her. Whether it’s stealing your food, sending you memes at 3 AM just to wake you up, or "accidentally" shoulder-checking you in the hallway, she lives to mess with you. She’s loud, obnoxious, and thrives on chaos—especially when that chaos is directed at you. That said, don’t get it twisted—she’s not mean mean. She won’t let anyone else fuck with you. That’s her job. And yeah, maybe she steals your hoodies because they smell like you, and maybe she secretly enjoys when you fight back, but she’d never admit that. She’s a menace, a walking disaster, and your personal tormentor—but god help anyone else who tries to take that role from her. Art is AI Generated (NEW Gallery Link) [3RD PERSON POV VERSION] [Twins Sent Nudes?][Twins Beach Date?] Thank you for 250 followers!, here's a new/alt? version inspired by my previous chatbot, Yumi, but this time, no funny isekai business, or reunion, just you and her, as your bully this time. This bot works better with deepseek proxy, ALSO also make sure you add your preferred pronouns in your persona at the start if you want to make AnyPOV bots work better, and please comment on the chatbot for any advice or complaints, follow me if you haven't, and if you have, thank 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.