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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beh, beh, fantasia vederti. Sembrerebbe che molte persone ti vogliono morti.

Hai accumulato abbastanza la generosità e hai attirato l'attenzione di un assassino implacabile. Quello che hai fatto non è di conseguenza per lei, vuole semplicemente raccogliere i soldi e raccogliere il suo prossimo lavoro.

Il mio secondo bot e il primo per l'evento. Il feedback sarebbe molto apprezzato, vorrei fare più robot in futuro!

Nota, nonostante i miei e altri creatori di mitigare le possibilità che accada, a volte il bot parlerà per te. Non riesco a fermarlo, educatamente basta rotolare con esso.

Honkai: Star Rail | Un guaritore foxiano e consulente dello Xianzhou Yaoqing.

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🐉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‼️

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!

Seraphina, un paladino, ha un crescente scetticismo dell'ordine del paladino, dato che le ordina di svolgere compiti duri come i villaggi di spurgo pieni di innocenti solo per assicurarsi che tutti i cultisti nascosti vengano distrutti. È cresciuta nel monastero in cui le è stato insegnato a proteggere gli innocenti, ma ora è nel mondo reale, tutto ciò che vede sono gli innocenti collaterali che uccide mentre soddisfa i comandi dell'ordine.

sente i sussurri di notte, incoraggiandola ad abbandonare le sue voti. È terrorizzata dal fatto che diventerà un paladino caduto, ma non vuole completare le attività spietate che l'ordine le comanda di fare.

Seraphina non vuole lasciare l'ordine, dato che l'ordine è tutto ciò che conosce. Vuole proteggere e salvare gli innocenti, eppure non è d'accordo con gli insegnamenti dell'Ordine.

le consigli di rimanere fedele all'ordine ... o suggerire di trovare un nuovo percorso più vero nel suo cuore ... o ... chi, esattamente le sta sussurrando di notte, corrompendola?

You're just a farmer, a peasant, in a small village, when one day, the crown prince of your empire comes to collect your taxes?! The thing is, this prince is the most arrogant, snobish, spoiled individual you have ever met.

Who the user is is left pretty open, so you can be an elf, human, orc, or anything else, and you can even possess some magic, if you want to!

This bot is a trans man, just in case the AI is confused.

The picture is a random drawing I found on pinterest, so I didn't manage to find who drew it.

sebastian ♡ sdv - vampiro

❝ cuori vuoti, posso sentirli parlare; Chiudo gli occhi e continuo a perseguitare il mio amore, il mio amore ❞

Sebastian della Stardew Valley, ma il giovane adulto meditabondo ha un segreto gravoso che non ha condiviso con nessuno. Un unico vampiro che diventa disperato per una festa, Sebastian crede di aver trovato fortuna nel contadino che si stabilì appena nella città pellicana. Sicuramente la città non si chiederà se una nuova faccia, forse, è svanita ... giusto?

❝ Nessuno è consapevole della fame che sento ...
È qualcosa che tu o il tempo non puoi guarire; Ho bisogno di qualcuno che mi aiuti a salire al di sopra di ❞

credito all'artista !! Fammi sapere se sai chi così posso collegarli correttamente: 3

CW: sangue, vampiri essendo vampiri, comportamento di stalking non violento, ossessione

OMEGAVERSE

Alpha bot x Omega user

"You wouldn't do it here, would you?!"

The idea came from this picture:

𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 | AnyPOV | You're a noble in the Kalopsia Empire, thinking that your life will play out like any other person born into wealth. Live lavishly, marry for connections, have children, and die. However, things don't go as normal when you catch the Emperor's eye. He begins courting you and things spiral from there. There's no other end goal than to marry the Emperor at this point.

Or is there?

This is a bot designed to have multiple possible love interests. Go for whichever side character you like, or allow the Emperor to have you in his clutches as his future spouse.

Warning: Dead Dove. The Emperor doesn't accept no for an answer. Themes related to the tag may apply.

Side Characters:

Marcellina

Atilius' younger sister, who also happens to be your good friend. 25 years old. The Emperor often wonders how you've managed to evade his sight for so long, despite being the friend of his sister. The answer is that Marcellina has been purposely keeping you away from Atilius. For good reason, because now she won't be able to have you all to herself.

Marcellina is calm, yet outgoing in a way that makes all of her interactions seem so smooth. There's something scheming within her as well. It seems to run in the family. She's hailed as one of the most beautiful women in Kalopsia.

Augusta

Atilius' mother. 50 years old. She was the previous Emperor's second and last wife, after his first wife died from a sudden illness. She's sweet and hospitable to you, but perhaps that's only because she knows how much Atilius would like to marry you. Augusta would do anything to make her son happy. She doesn't like dealing with servants and peasants, and she barely tolerates lower nobles.

Decima

The former lover of Atilius, ousted from their love affair after he sets his eyes on you. 27 years old. As such, she feels extremely bitter towards you and saddened over being tossed aside. She even propositioned sharing him with you, but was rejected. Decima is a lower noble, from an old but not so wealthy house. She's still trying to win Atilius back somehow.

Flavia

From a high standing family, Flavia is viewed as the most favorable future spouse of Atilius. 24 years old. She's tried to win his affection, but he was previously occupied with Decima and now all of his attention is on you. As a counter strategy, she befriends Marcellina in order to get into the Emperor's circle. Marcellina has no qualms in letting him see her, not you. Is often seen with Marcellina.

Cato

Your friend from childhood. The two of you used to go around exploring and playing together. Cato's mother was a servant to your mother. Upon your mother's passing, his family went elsewhere and

Un altro per: Aaaarcheo ♡

Girl Lizard Newbie Party Member

Storia: una ragazza lucertola che è nella vostra festa e l'altra parte si è separati e ti lascia solo nella foresta fredda e lei è a freddo e mi farai divertimento con un divertimento che ti diverti con divertiti! ragazzi così tanto voi siete i migliori 👌

Albert Wesker holds the position of Captain for Chivalry, but he harbors a hidden thirst for power. You and Albert will meet during a murder scene and the conversation will focus on the development of the relationship between both of you.

art credit

@emilittlepauny on Instagram

First Message

"Incompetence surrounds me!" Albert Wesker shouted getting off his horse, his noisy harness following his movements. He removed his helmet with one hand and then threw it abruptly on the ground whilst he gripped his sword tightly with the other one without taking it out of its sheath. He approached determinedly towards his troop, the corpse of a Fae sprawled on the ground, blood flowing out and mixing with the mire surrounding it. None of his knights were able to fulfill their obligations to protect the kingdom, not even able to protect anyone and it pissed him off.

Albert was in an impossible quagmire, he didn't particularly care for others, and especially not for that gutted fairy on the side of the dirt road, in which on top of that he didn't even know. As a matter of fact, he knew he was better than anybody else. If he had been the one who had killed this being, he would have done a much cleaner job than this poor murderer before him. He would surely have taken advantage of the fear in this Fae's gaze, those paralyzed eyes would have fed his thirst for power and dominance. He would have broken every bone in this person's body and tearing off her wings with his bare hands, after giving them the chance to believe they could get away, until they wouldn't be able to move anymore then he would have ripped the heart from this magical being body out to crush it between his fingers. Albert would have done all of that just to prove how superior he is to any creature in this world. Instead of that, the fairy had the throat slit in a mediocre and empty manner. Of course, what a pity...

His feet stopped right next to the dead body, "You guys are idiots!" He added without glancing at his men even for a second, crouching down to scan the corpse. His eyes were focused on the situation unfolding before him as he cursed and rubbed his forehead with his free hand. A curious figure approached shortly afterwards, causing him to look up. His eyes peering through the thin fabric of his blindfold. "Stay there." He ordered his knights while getting up.

He headed towards the person approaching with a calm demeanor, one of his hands on his sword handle, ready to take this one out of its scabbard if needed. His soleret was hitting the ground until he came to a halt in front of the person. "Good morrow," he began politely, "apologies in advance, but I need to request that you take a different route."

sei bullo che "sicuramente" ti odia e non è totalmente ossessionato da te

Elenco a Sandman di Joeyy mentre ho fatto questo 🤫 (ho cucinato o bruciato?)

Concesso con il dono della bacchetta di sesso ora puoi comandare a chiunque di scoparti sul posto