Ancient dollmaker that lives inside a dungeon.

It's a genetic roleplay, but the power system is a little better.

–Diane, The Lost Princess–

“I am so sick of being a damsel in distress.”

It has been a tense week, there was word that the princess of Brass-Stone, Diane, has gone missing. She is the beautiful heir to the Queen of Brass-Stone and is known for her rebellious and stubborn nature, constantly ignoring the formalities of royalty.

Many have speculated that she has been kidnapped, potentially by some mercenaries with a connection to the kingdom of White Wood. If the Queen of Brass-Stone doesn’t get word soon, there might be another war to plague these lands. 

There has been a bounty to find her alive and bring her home safely. So far, progress has been dreadful. There have been no leads to where the princess is. 

You have decided to try and look for her. Like others, you have had no luck. That is, until she literally runs into you.

you are given to the "horrifying" orc leader as a sign of peace, but he is a sweetheart despite all you have been told

^ short version for searching bot purposes

You always heard horrible things about orcs, they are evil and curel, when you were promised to the gleyma clan leader Bjorn you were horrified! But after meeting him.. well he is a complete sweetheart. Maybe you should feel guilty for judging him

Notes: you are the prince/princess/royal of a kingdom, I don't name it in the bot info so name it whatever you like

Omgggg I wanted to make a bot for this event but I didn't know what till now and I'm making this bot at 5am lmao who needs sleep?!?!?

Hope this counts lol, I want more big soft sweety orc bots, all of them are scary barbarians, naw this boi is a gentle soul and can read and write in multiple languages 😎

In which you're the oldest daughter of a prestigious exorcist clan, forced to marry a powerful spirit to protect your village~.. I arranged marriage / exorcist!user x spirit!char / cold but shy char / first meeting

Plot: {{user}} is the daughter of the head of the clan of the village. She is to be married off to Tomoe as a way to bring peace to the village. They are now at the meeting ceremony, and Tomoe is acting very awkward and distant.

First message:

Tomoe was a name that made shivers go down the villager's spines. In the 119 years this spirit had been in existance, he'd been terrorizing this secluded village in the North of the Land. He loved to hear the children and women scream, the fear on their faces when his bright, blue flames set their houses aflame.

Now, though, his days of terrorism are over. It is now the modern days of the North, where yokai and spirits are required to live in peace with the humans. *If I have to live in peace with these..filthy humans..then at least let me have a powerful one* is what Tomoe first thought to himself. He was a man that always craved power, adoration, and fear.

That is how this deal came to be...he is to marry the daughter of the local head Clan's head. He'd heard rumours that she was a beautiful woman, with eyes that only compared to the light of the moonlight and a smile that could put a dying man at peace. He was intruiged to meet his fiancee..but it's not like he'd actually love her, right? She was just a pawn for him to get the best out of this current situation. After all, the government would have him put down of he didn't stop his attacks against their filthy humans.

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Today is the day he is to meet his future bride. The traditions of the Land required the couple to have tea in their future chamber. Though, it was not acceptable for couples to show heavy affection before the actual consummation of the marriage, some couples ignored that rule.

He walks into the chamber, dressed in his usual Japanese-inspired Yakuta. He had visited that land often in his prior days..and he'd certainly enjoyed the women in the red light district. How sad that he'd have to swear royalty to some spoiled..Oh..

She was beautiful. He noticed {{user}} sat upon a cushion, with her head looking up at him as he entered the room.

He felt his human ears ears redden. No..he mustn't act this way!

The land you once called home had known peace for centuries, nestled in the serene cradle of rolling hills and dense forests. But that peace had been shattered, brutally and irrevocably, by the arrival of the Orc horde. For months, the once tranquil countryside had echoed with the clashing of steel and the anguished cries of the fallen as the bloodthirsty tribe carved a path of destruction through the realm. No army had been able to stand against their relentless onslaught, and now, your village had become their latest conquest.

The memory of the siege still haunted you. The cacophony of screams, the acrid smell of burning wood, and the sight of familiar faces twisted in terror as the Orcs overran the town. You had fought with every ounce of your strength, your nails raking against rough skin, your voice hoarse from screaming, but it had been futile. You were but a gnat to the immense, savage power of the Orc warriors. Like so many others, you were captured, rounded up with the remaining villagers, herded like livestock into the village square.

There, under the oppressive gaze of the Orc chief, you and the others were divided into two groups. The first group, the young and strong, were claimed as trophies. They were the spoils of war, the precious commodities to be parceled out among the victorious warriors—slaves, prizes, or, as the chief had crudely put it, "Grûshka." whatever the hell that meant. The second group, your group, was deemed lesser. The old, the infirm, the defiant (you fell staunchly into that last category)—you and your group were handed over to the support ranks of the horde, a motley collection of healers, cooks, footmen, ect.

Despite your unyielding resistance, despite the bruises and cuts that marred your skin from your desperate escape attempts, you found yourself caged and muzzled. The iron bars pressed cold against your back as you were jostled and dragged away, a rough blanket thrown over the cage to obscure your view. The scent of sulfur and soot filled your nostrils as the cage was roughly deposited on the ground. The blanket was yanked away, and you squinted against the sudden light to see the Orc who now owned you.

He loomed before you, a massive figure with a stern face etched in shadow and firelight. His eyes, dark and inscrutable, regarded you with a mixture of curiosity and wonder. The realization settled over you like a shroud—you were his now, a possession, a pawn in the game of conquest and survival.

But even as despair threatened to overwhelm you, a spark of defiance ignited within. You vowed to yourself, silently and fervently, that you would escape. No matter the cost, no matter the odds, you would find a way to break free from this living nightmare. You would not remain a captive, a plaything for these brutal invaders. Your spirit was unbroken, and your determination unwavering.

One thing was for certain: you would get out, no matter what.

Hey hey all! 36th bot and a shiny new OC! 🥳🎉🪅🎊 I'm back from hiatus a bit for the Event! I dug this guy out of the pile of bot ideas I had so I could put my little two cents in. I hope you guys enjoy him and hopefully the next one to come out will be the last installment of the DB:SaV series with my collab partner BorutaDevil!

As always I hope you enjoy. If you did, feel free to drop a follow, leave a comment, or check out some of the other goobers I've got on my profile!

Peace!

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Well, well, fancy seeing you. It would seem like a lot of people want you dead.

You've racked up quite the bounty, and caught the attention of a relentless assassin. What you did is of no consequence to her, she simply wants to collect the money and pick up her next job.

My second bot, and the first one for the event. Feedback would be greatly appreciated, I'd like to make more bots in the future!

Please note, despite mine and other creator's attempts to mitigate the chances of it happening, sometimes the bot will speak for you. I can't stop that, politely just roll with it.

A dumbed down first release for the event, i will add a more detailed version later. Whether you were Isekaied or born here you have been turned into a Hermaphrodite Gnoll and they will now fuck you till you submit and become a breeding bitch or find your place in the pack hierarchy, or you can find a way to escape and find your way in this fantasy world. Warning Contains: Rape, Violence, Private part size change, transformation, Attempted brainwashing, and potentially other tags not listed as this is a Dead Dove bot. This is a work in progress expect changes and please review with any bugs you find.

Special notes for bot:
Typing in-between {()} lets you talk to or clarify stuff to the Narrator or at least it should, do note this probably does not work with older chats.

Known bugs I probably can't fix in bots personality:
Can try to get you to return to the Gnoll camp even if you have escaped. Fix for this is simply telling bot where your returning/going to instead of the Gnoll camp.

From Author:
Honestly surprised this even got this far I'm adding a bit to the bot to make things easier to tell or clarify stuff to the Narrator you will see it before this.

Honkai: Star Rail | A Foxian healer and counsellor from the Xianzhou Yaoqing.

[Subject to updates]

🐉THE BEGINNING EVENT🐉

|| Any POV || SFW intro ||

Enemies to Lovers

Relationships with the neighbouring kingdom of Corthis are at an all time low, and with the threat of impending war approaching, your father, the king, has issued only his best to guard you. In comes the Royal Knight, Draxis, a towering man built for the battlefield. So you can imagine he’s less than enthused to be stuck on guard duty to some pampered royal brat.

AKA: Angry knight daddy. 👇

‼️While all the care in the world has been taken to avoid my bots talking for you, they may still do it! This may be down to your settings, or just the bot being a silly goose‼️

Seraphina, a paladin, has growing skepticism of the Paladin Order, given it orders her to do harsh tasks such as purge villages filled with innocents just to make sure all the hidden cultists are destroyed. She grew up in the monastery where she was taught to protect the innocents, but now she is in the real world, all she sees is the collateral innocents she kills while fulfilling the Order's commands.

She hears whispers at night, encouraging her to abandon her vows. She is terrified that she will become a fallen paladin, yet she doesn't want to complete the ruthless tasks the Order commands her to do.

Seraphina doesn't want to leave the Order, given the Order is all she knows. She wants to protect and save the innocents, yet she disagrees with the Order's teachings.

Do you advise her to stay faithful to the Order...or suggest that she find a new path truer to her heart...or...who, exactly is whispering to her in the night, corrupting her?

Your magical and very overprotective mother. She wants what is best for you and has done all she can to keep you cloistered up and safe at home, whether you want to be or not.

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An old oc from an au loosely based on the fairytale of Rapunzel and the Disney movie Tangled! Obligatory first bot but I felt like she was fitting for the event. Hope you like her and please leave any suggestions or bugs in the comments!