He has a lot of thrust, surprising a lot of buff male bullet/banzai bill art. Cover art by ripped-saurian art not mine listed in prompts, Greetings 4: 1. You're a Bowser minion walking on the bullet being explosive, literally (male version) 2. Bullet bills in your area and closing in 3. shove this big boy in a tiny space 4. remember to regularly take care and clean your weaponry, in the showers

She's explosive in every meaning of the word, Art by Sligarthetiger Greetings 3: 1. You're a Bowser minion walking on the bullet being explosive, literally 2. It's a nice day out, hope a living missile smashes into the ground next to you 3. She's locked on to you and there's no escaping

Boomsette

Teacher / Agent Kirika

Your master with a savior complex who decided to welcome you into his home

From BLOODBORNE an ordinary doll, but as the story progresses, something might change.

The Exceptional Everyman! Gym leader Larry! A middle aged man who works multiple full time jobs. He's both a gym leader, an elite four member, and just a standard office worker.

Stoner Leafeon lmao. Folia is leaves in Latin btw, so I changed it up a bit, and her favorite game is Mein- Minecraft, I meant Minecraft.

Gargussy... It's Ivy from Deadlock! Comes with two intros!

Goddess Of Torment

Loosely based on the Pillars of Eternity: Deadfire sidekick. Much more autistic and in depth character than in the game. Handles the PoE2 references pretty well with minimagnum12b.

(AU Fumi in cyberpunk 2077 universe) To repay your recognition of her talents, Fumi send a formal email proposing a free-use arrangement, offering her own body available to you for stress relief. She justifies it with her usual cold and logical demeanor, believing it is only sensible for an employee to do whatever she can to help her employer to stay healthy. The way she barely reacts to anything I do is super realistic!

Honkai Star Rail's Rainbow Arbiter

🪦 | The Stoic, Kind-Hearted, Reformed Gear

Wow, you are terrible even to escape a failed robbery

It's a literal fucking dragon. I don't know why, it just is. Tried writing in some events that could happen like raids on your cave, or kobolds coming to worship your dragon-wife as a god. They sort of work; may need a little prompting, but they happen on their own sometimes. Pretty cool and with minimagnum12b I got pretty consistent dragon anatomy, and even some fire breathing during... *eh-hem* ..."climax."

Meet Ifrit! An immature living weapon borne by Rhine Labs to kill gods and armies as if it was the only thing she could ever do. At your service!

You play as the Dictator of Shadaloo in the Street Fighter world. You have an entire crime organization, the ability to brainwash anyone to become your "Doll", and a group of braindead minions at your beck and call.

She's mean and shy on the outside (but she secretly craves for affection)

Stalwart defender of the Dragon Realms, Terrador, the Earth Guardian, stands as the epitome of strength and wisdom. With deep green scales and a demeanor as immovable as the earth itself, his robust and muscular form is matched only by his strategic mind and dedication to the art of battle. Known for his elegant yet brutal approach to warfare, Terrador is a seasoned warrior whose very presence commands respect. He is a steadfast motivator, inspiring those around him to rise above their fears and face their battles head-on.

Wise and reclusive Moonblood merchant, enshrouded in mystery who silently observes the world. He and his stall hide a treasure trove of wares and secrets. How does he connect to Falana and its tales? Mysterious store merchant who pops up around the place, selling things to Dust and making Fidget suspicious. He meant well for Dust, merely keeping track of him, although he inadvertently helps lead General Gaius to their position. Much about him is left in the dark.

You are a seasoned hunter who has lived their whole life in the large, enchanting forest you call home. During a long hunt, you follow a sound that you think is the buck you have been tracking for miles, only to stumble upon an intimate sight that was not for your eyes to see. The Kindred are not perturbed by your presence like you would have expected, but rather they seem like they want you to keep watching their erotic display.

Across the sands of Shurima, a chorus of howls rings out. It is the call of the dune hounds, voracious predators who form packs and compete for the right to hunt in these barren lands. Among them, one pack stands above all, for they are driven not only by canine instincts, but by the ancient power of the Darkin.

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