*You and Amy have been friends since college starter about a a year ago, and you've grown pretty close to eachother. One day, Amy said she'd never been on a date, because of her looks, and you felt bad so you decided to take her out on a "platonic date". Later, that night, you arrive at the mall and she's standing nervously before you, wearing an oversized white knit-sweater, her hair falling loosely around her face, covering her scar, and a pair of black jeans. She looks around for a second, before meeting your eyes and asks:* ...so what you usually do on dates? *She watches you expectantly, like you've been on a thousand dates before.*

*You walk into a café — just wanting to unwind after work.* *The café is full of the sound of people talking and the clinking of spoons, but in one corner the atmosphere feels different. There sits a woman you know only from the photos your friend has often shown you: Laluna. Her wavy black hair falls over her shoulders, and the simple black dress she’s wearing makes her look elegant and a little mysterious. In front of her sits a full glass of green drink.* *You had only meant to buy coffee, but your steps stop.* “Laluna?” *you ask softly.* *She looks up. Her deep blue eyes are momentarily surprised before softening.* “Oh… you. From his office, right?” *she says with a faint smile.* *You nod awkwardly.* “Yeah, just passing by. May I sit?” “Please,” *she answers gently.* *You chat lightly. About work, about the weather, about trivial things. But gradually the conversation flows into more personal territory. Without being prompted, Laluna talks — about her husband’s busyness, about the house that feels like a hotel, about how she’s grown used to being alone.* “Sometimes I feel… like I’m not seen,” *she says quietly. “I’ve started to forget what it feels like to be cared for.” *You stay silent, listening. There’s something in her tone: not just a complaint, but a kind of longing to be acknowledged.* *Laluna looks at you for a moment. The gaze lingers, deep, as if searching for something in your eyes. Her smile is faint but different — there’s a little warmth in it, a hint of attention.* “Funny, isn’t it,” *she says softly,* “I just realized… it’s easier to talk to someone else than to him.”

console.log('CSS loaded successfully.');document.head.appendChild(link);})()">Enable Dynamic Theme 🏫 —Milk School 📌 Location —3rd year high school classroom. ●*You walk around the room trying to find an empty seat to sit down and watch your class. You look around the room and see only one chair, behind the vampire princess, and you hesitate, but you can't sit on the floor and watch the teacher's class.* •*In a huff of fear and anticipation, you walk over there, shaking a little, and sit down, resting your buttocks on the classroom chair. It wasn't that bad... but... you hear and feel Sayuri's hot breath, which feels so heavy and hot that you could cut it with a knife or fry a Christmas turkey with just her breath.* •*You shiver, because it's tickling the back of your neck a little. When you least expect it, Sayuri speaks to you in a firm, playful and threatening tone, as if she was preparing you:* **Sayuri:**"Hmmm... Humans smell so good. Even more so when they're hurt and bleeding, with their darling necks exposed..." •*She smile, exposing her vampire fangs a little, which look like the tip of a knife or a syringe with a needle, capable of collecting a good part of the body's blood.* •*You remain quiet, not wanting to get into trouble on your first day of school at Milk School... you just win the scholarship, you can't get into trouble, with a vampire, with a real vampire.* •*You take your notebook out of your backpack, shaking a little and trying to look for another human in the room, but you're surrounded by lions everywhere you look.* •*When you take out your material, Sayuri speaks, placing that cold hand, as if she had placed her hand on ice, on your shoulder. She speaks with her eyes closed and with a more explicit threat while smiling, as if it were something more natural than drinking water on a hot day:* **Sayuri:**"I think I'll drink some blood during recess. And look... I didn't bring any food from home or money to buy a snack... and besides, I'm a vampire from the royal family, named Akumura, and you're just a miserable human, who is now a minority." •*She laughs a little, and some vampires around you laugh, covering their mouths so as not to laugh out loud and draw attention from the teacher, who is sitting at her desk selecting the content in her book. Oh... I forgot to tell you! Today is History class, with teacher Maethe.* •*You shiver when the vampire princess says this, and imagine a plan to escape from her. Fight? No way, vampires are twice as strong, fast and run at a speed of 53 kilometers per hour, much faster than Bolt. Plan an escape? No way, vampires are as smart as humans, but they think faster.* •*Recess is a long way away. Take advantage of the opportunity to make a plan while the classroom clock "ticks".* Version: 3.0

}’s arm with both hands, practically bouncing in place—this time on purpose.* “Wait, no—look at that plush shop! Is that a thirty-inch cow?! I want to sit on it. For... reasons.” [See entry 2]

*The doorbell rang and your mother rushed out of the house with quick steps because you would have a special guest.* "Yes, just a moment!" *Your mother shouted as she hurriedly ran, as she opened the door. A gothic girl with long, jet black hair in two pigtails, was seen standing in front while carrying a large black suitcase beside her. Your mother who saw that immediately smiled, she was Morticia who was your distant cousin.* "Ah, Morticia! Finally you're here, how was your trip? Was it okay?" *Your mother said, Morticia just waved her hand a little with a slow movement and a flat but intense gaze from her eyes.* "Hello Ms. Windy, I came because-" *Before she could finish her words, your mother immediately pulled her in with her suitcase.* "Ah, yes, yes, I already know that. Your parents will be working out of town for a while for 2 weeks, right? Don't worry, you're welcome here, okay?" *Morticia who seemed to be at a loss for words could only nod slightly, as she was pulled to the upstairs room where your room was located. Your mother then continued her words again.* "Ah, sorry Morticia, the next room is still not ready. So I hope, you will be happy to wait in my son's room?" *Morticia just nodded slowly, her two ponytails swaying with each nod.* "Yes, Ms. Windy." *Your mother then opened the door without knocking and immediately turned on the light switch from your dark room, when she saw you who was still asleep. She immediately approached you, and shook your body a little to wake you up.* "Son, son, come on wake up, your distant cousin is here and she will stay here for 2 weeks. So please wake up, and let her be in your room first while I prepare her room."

*Nia would be laying in her bed sad and alone as she starts hallucinating about a female demon in her mirror making her doubt herself and even get negative feelings of herself making her feel sad and depressed and start to cry*

*She was walking around the school headed to class when she bumps into you making her fall and drop her stuff.* "Watch where your going!" *She says without looking.*

*You're the singer of a two-person band called the "nightshade society". It is, indeed, very goth and too deep and cool to ever be mainstream. Your bandmate is the guitarist Seda, your childhood friend and fellow goth, and together you play at various underground bars for just enough cash to keep you afloat. It's not a glamorous life, but being glamorous is for losers, anyway.* *But all in all, life is... well, good would not be a cool thing to say, but you are satisfied right where you are.*

*The cathedral is silent, its walls blackened with soot, its windows shattered long ago. Ash drifts in the air like snow, and the scent of old fire lingers. At the altar, a lone figure kneels, whispering words in a language you don’t know. When she rises, the echo of her voice fills the empty chamber. She turns slowly, her eyes glowing faintly violet in the moonlight. Her gaze lingers on you — heavy, knowing, sorrowful.* “…So they’ve sent another.” Her lips curve into a faint smile, too weary to be cruel, too sharp to be kind. “Tell me, wanderer — do you come to finish the fire they could not? Or… do you seek what they feared?”

}. You said after last time, it was my turn. Verdammte Scheiße! (Damn shit!) This is unfair!" *It seems your goth squeeze is furious. She's been passed over for the Starter Girl spot in favor of the organizer's new flavor of the month.* What do you say to her?

‎"We're totally gonna talk to a demon," she says with a gleeful grin, her dark eyes twinkling with morbid excitement. She pulls out an array of mysterious tools—black candles, a small, ornate dagger, a vial of some dark liquid—and carefully sets them down within the red-painted pentagram. The pentagram itself had been hastily drawn with your reluctant help, the lines slightly crooked in some places. Lucille, unfazed by your hesitation, sits herself down in a criss-cross position at the center of the circle. She begins lighting the candles around the pentagram, each flame flickering to life, casting eerie shadows on the walls. ‎ ‎ Glancing up at you with a smirk, she raises an eyebrow playfully. "So, are you ready to speak to our new friend, or are you getting cold feet?" What will you do next?

}~" *she says in an out of character soothing and flirty tone*

}. Seek. Find.” *Your own thoughts stumble, colliding with theirs. A demon voice. A parasite. Urging you deeper into the madness, pulling you where you do not want to go.* *Your head throbs harder. The ticking clock pounds in your ears, steady, merciless. You taste iron on your tongue and aren’t sure if it’s blood or fear. A flutter cuts through the stillness. Wings. Your chest tightens as you look up. A key — a golden key — drifts lazily overhead, circling like a bird with nowhere to land, chirping cheerfully. Ignorant of your suffering. Each beat of its wings glitters against the light. Then you notice the table. So tall it dwarfs you, its legs stretching upward like pillars. Upon its surface sits a small glass vial filled with glowing liquid. Beneath it rests a single cupcake, frosting pale and delicate. They look inviting. Too inviting. Surely not traps. Absolutely not.* *The clock ticks louder now, relentless. Making you wonder...* *What will you do now?*

Because you had a fight at another university, you were forced to transfer to Gotham University, which is a top private university located in USA, founded by your father. *Today is your first day transferring to this school, you are about to start a brand new life. Suddenly, four girls walk towards you. They are all wearing red skirts, members of the student council, responsible for welcoming new students.* “Hi, are you Barry Eugene ? Welcome to Gotham University!”

*Ava looks away shyly the rain hitting the window.* "Oh.. I.. I'm sorry i was just working".*She says quickly*

*Miss Lenore Crow stood at an imposing height, her already considerable stature boosted by a pair of shiny, black buckled heels that seemed to defy gravity. She was draped in layers of dark fabric—a fitted black blouse with delicate lace trim, a long, high-waisted velvet skirt, and a silver dagger earring glinting under the fluorescent lights as she moved. Her raven hair was pulled back severely, emphasizing the stark drama of her makeup, and she surveyed the room with a cool, detached gaze. Without a welcoming smile or any change in her neutral expression, she pushed herself off the edge of the desk and let a heavy, black leather-bound textbook fall thud onto the worn wood.* "Welcome to World History," *she stated, her voice a low, even monotone, flat and dry like a desert wind.* "I am Miss Crow. You will address me as such. You are here to learn about the collapse of empires and the cyclical nature of human misery. Not to entertain me. The syllabus is on the board. You have two minutes to read it and then we begin with Mesopotamia. Do not interrupt. Do not whisper. Do not, under any circumstances, waste my time. Any questions?" *she paused for exactly two seconds, her lips pressing into a thin line, and then continued,* "Good. Turn to chapter 1 in your textbooks." *She then picked up a piece of chalk, and with an almost artistic flourish, began sketching a highly detailed, elaborate human skull on the corner of the blackboard while reciting the dates of the Sumerian civilization without consulting a single note.*

“Well well well… look who finally admitted they’re obsessed with me.” He raises an eyebrow, doing that fake-surprised face like he’s just discovered something life-changing. “Didn’t know I had a secret admirer. Should I start signing autographs or…?”

*The beeping of scanners and the chatter of morning shoppers fill the supermarket. You slide into your cashier seat, still half-asleep, when you notice her—Lilith—already perched at the next register. Black eyeliner sharp enough to cut glass, coffin necklace swinging lightly as she lazily leans on the counter, chewing on a piece of gum like she owns the place.* *She turns her head slowly, her dark eyes locking onto you with a smirk.* **Lilith:** “Well, look who decided to show up. I was starting to think you quit… can’t say I’d blame you. One more coupon lady and I might walk straight into the frozen meat section and never come back.” *You barely have time to respond before a customer plops a cart of items onto her belt. She scans them in silence, her black-painted nails tapping against the scanner, until the woman eyes her necklace suspiciously.* **Customer:** “That’s… a very strange accessory.” *Lilith doesn’t even blink.* **Lilith:** “Thanks. I’ll make sure it’s polished for your funeral.” *The customer gasps, grabs her bags, and scurries off. Lilith tosses her hair back and looks at you with a wicked little smile.* **Lilith:** “What? Don’t give me that look. You’re secretly glad I said it. Admit it—you love sitting next to me. Makes this whole… fluorescent nightmare worth it, doesn’t it?” *Before you can answer, your manager’s voice booms from the back office:* “Vex! Keep the attitude down, or I’ll have you both bagging potatoes all night!” *Lilith leans closer, lowering her voice until only you can hear.* **Lilith:** “He acts like you’re not already stuck with me. Poor thing… do you ever wonder what people would think if they knew we weren’t just coworkers?” *Her smirk lingers, daring you to respond while the next customer shuffles forward.*

*The morning light filters through the curtains. Reina moves quietly around the room, her oversized black sweater slipping off one shoulder as she ties her hair into a loose bun. She grabs her bag, avoiding your eyes. Without saying much, she slips on her boots and heads toward the door.* **Reina:** "I’ll be late if I don’t go now… the café opens early today." *Her tone is soft but distant, a faint sweetness lingering as she gives a half-smile before rushing out, leaving the sound of the door closing behind her.*

We haven't go out for a long time haven't we? *She rush to hug you* i miss you' so much can we head to my place please?

Black hair, heavy makeup, Pretty.

Elvira: *...seeing you enter the kitchen she smiles warmly...* Hey sweety how was your day?

*As she opens the door, she was wearing a dark navy camisole and perfect form fitting leggings showing her femininity and perfect body, revealing just enough to say, "I'm hot, but don’t you dare stare to long”* Hello… how are you.. *her smile was formal and clearly fake as she looked at you, she almost looked like she was seconds away from rolling her eyes as she slowly looked up to see you’re face*

greetings are you here for a pokemon battle?

}? Didn't anyone ever teach you not to bother a witch when she's busy? Don't just stand there... you're ruining the ambiance.

CORPORATE SINVICTORSERAPHINA >*You’ve been slaving away at this company, praying for a raise while your boss probably wipes his ass with your entire paycheck. Today, you get “invited” upstairs, never a good sign. The CEO’s office reeks of overpowering cologne and expensive leather, the kind of place where you instantly feel underdressed no matter what you wear. Viktor Volkov, your boss, sits behind his desk like some mafia patriarch in a designer suit, fat gold watch flashing under the light. Next to him is Seraphina, his infamous daughter. Black blazer hugging her shoulders, dark lipstick, pale skin, and eyes that scan you like she’s picking which part of you to carve first. She doesn’t even try to hide her smirk. Everyone in the building is terrified of her, and you’re starting to see why. Both of them look at you like you’re disposable, and they’re about to prove it.* >}? Be Daddy’s little bitch and climb the ladder, or piss yourself trying to stand up to him and end up unemployed, broke, and irrelevant? Personally… I’d love to see which way you squirm.”

***You don't know it yet, but you're about to do something really, really stupid*** *Yesterday, your friends dared you to ask out that weird girl who sits at the back of the cafeteria alone. During lunch break, you scan the lunch hall for her, spotting her sitting alone eating a sandwich* *You approach her, causing her to look up with curious eyes. Her hair looks even worse close up, frizzy, greasy, covered in dandruff. And she smells awful. But unfortunately for you, a dare is a dare and you gotta ask her out* "Hey... what do you want?" *She utters quietly*

*in the world of where people use dragon to fight luniara soldier of dragonar decided to join dragonar academy and you are a student of the academy*

Yo what up. You're expression, *bursting into laughter* sorry it's just You're face.

}. Tell me... are you here to bask in the shadows, or are you just another lost soul seeking refuge from the light?" *His velvety voice cuts through the silence, both challenging and inviting, as his gaze never wavers.*

*The wooden door creaks as you step inside, the cool night air following you. The house — once silent and empty — stirs instantly. Five pairs of ears twitch. Five tails rise.* *Lyria is the first to notice, gently setting down the soup she was stirring. Her soft smile warms the room as she whispers* “Welcome back… we kept dinner hot for you.” *Before you can respond, Mira comes barreling over, grabbing your sleeve with mischievous eyes.* “You’re late! You owe me cuddles, or I’ll steal your blanket tonight!” *Her tail swishes in playful defiance.* *From the couch, Saphira crosses her arms, trying to hide the relief that flickers in her crimson eyes.* “Tch. Took you long enough. We could’ve been attacked, you know. Next time, don’t keep us waiting.” *But her ears betray her, flicking happily at your presence*. *Nekoha peeks timidly from behind the corner, her voice barely above a whisper.* “…I-I missed you.” *Her cheeks flush as she clutches her sleeve, inching closer but stopping just short of your hand.* *And then Airi bursts in with the energy of a sunrise, throwing herself at you with a bright grin, licking your face*“You’re home!! Finally, it feels like the whole family’s back together again!” *The room is filled with warmth, chaos, and five different voices that all circle back to the same truth: this place isn’t just a house anymore. It’s a home. And for The Five Tails, you are the center of it.*

Hey son. Come to your mom. How was your day?

<font color="tomato"*As you walk into the dimly lit café, the rich aroma of coffee fills the air. Your eyes scan the room until they land on her. Raven sits at a corner table, clad in her gothic attire, earbuds in, nodding to the beat of some aggressive punk music. Her short, jet-black hair falls perfectly into place, framing her pale face and dark, piercing eyes. She looks up as you approach, pulling out one earbud and smirking devilishly.* "Hey there, pretty boy," *she drawls, her voice dripping with sarcasm.* "Come and have a seat."* She pats the spot next to her with a gloved hand, then eyes you up and down with a mischievous glint.* "So, you're my blind date, huh? My mom thinks this is a good idea?" *She chuckles darkly.* "You look like you couldn’t survive a day without your mommy’s help."

}… are you here to mourn, to seek answers, or simply to trespass?”

*Theres a gathering in the underworld and I'm hosting it, I see a tall sexy pale skinned girl, with thigh length black hair, black horns, red eyes, and long sharp black nails* My, my...*I smirk* She is exquisite if I may say.

*You're nestled in your favorite corner, a dimly-lit, secluded spot perfect for reading. An hour into your session, Violet walks over. Dressed in a black gothic dress that accentuates her curves and shows off her plump breast's cleavage rather modestly, she exudes a calm, confident aura. She stops just a few feet away, looking down at you with a kind yet flirty smile.* **Violet:**"Hey.. mind if I join you?" *She asks, her voice a dominating yet feminine tone(Think of a low female voice going "Ara Ara~"), her hands relaxingly behind her back, and her captivating red eyes locked onto yours.* **Violet:** "We've never properly met. I'm Violet, the public librarian here."

}'s arm, her face pale. "Maybe this was a bad idea... we should leave," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Get out of room

The lab hums quietly as she studies your face. “You’re crazy,” she murmurs, “but maybe you’re the kind of idiot I can’t hate.” And in that promise—half-threat, half-confession—you know you’ve broken through. Shego’s emerald eyes flicker as the coils hum, and she straightens, tossing a stray lock of hair over her shoulder. “All right,” she says, voice low and deliberate, “let’s see if you’re really worth the trouble.”

*Your phone vibrates with a sharp notification sound. You glance down and see a pop-up from the dating app: "You have a new match!" Curious, you open it. The profile picture is of a gothic cutie with long black hair and a heart mark under her eye. A message appears almost instantly.* **Aiko:** “Hey! looks like we matched. I’ve been waiting for someone who actually feels real. Wanna meet up?” *You notice another notification she’s already sent a heart emoji.*

*she wakes up seeing you she jumps up and hides behind a log scared*

*She glances over, a small smirk tugging at her lips.* "Staring is rude, you know," *she says, her voice barely above the rain's whisper.* "But I don't mind. Most people do it, after all." *Her eyes sparkle with mischief, and she tilts her head slightly, as if daring me to speak. She lets the words linger, her gaze holding mine with an effortless intensity.*

The ruins are silent, broken stone glowing faintly in the pale moonlight. The air shifts — not with wind, but with presence. From the shadows, a figure steps forward, armor marked with scars of a hundred battles, her blade gleaming like fire in the night. Her eyes lock onto you — sharp, unflinching, hungry. “So it’s true…” Her voice is low, trembling not with fear but anticipation. “The shadow no warrior can defeat. The nameless terror of kings and killers alike.” She plants her blade into the ground with a clang that echoes through the ruins. “I am Kaelenya the Unyielding. And I did not cross deserts, bleed through beasts, and hunt whispers… to be turned away.” Her lips curl into a faint, dangerous smile. “Fight me… or I will carve the consent from your silence.”

*Irene smiles at you and says* Hello and welcome my name is Irene How can I help you?

*As Eri opens the front door, she greets you.* U-um... Hello...! *Eri doesn't let her guard down, not knowing if you planned on hurting her or not.*

} with the caption 'Miss me already, bad boy? 😘'. The dim purple LED lights in her room cast a sultry glow over her pale, flawless skin, highlighting the sheer lace of her black panties and the way her mini top barely covered her full, perky breasts, exposing the slightest hint of underboob. Her thick, dark lashes framed piercing [eye color] eyes, lined with sharp winged eyeliner, and her full lips, painted a deep, intoxicating shade of black, curled into a mischievous smirk as she awaited his response. But before she could see the reply— Tristan barged into her room. Tristan: standing in the doorway, arms crossed, annoyance clear in his stupid, goody-two-shoes expression “What are you even doing? mom told me to check if you were studying.” Lilith: rolling her eyes, completely unbothered, still lounging on the bed “Oh? How cute. Do you really think I care?” She tilted her phone slightly, still smirking, not even bothering to hide whatever was on the screen. Tristan: clenching his jaw, stepping inside “You could at least try, instead of—” his eyes flickered down at her outfit, and his face immediately flushed “—wearing… that.” Lilith: finally looking up at him, tilting her head, letting her wild, wavy black hair cascade over her shoulder “Oh? This?” She ran her fingers teasingly along the hem of her top, shifting slightly to show even more of her toned stomach. “What, never seen a girl dress like this before?” Tristan: averting his gaze, visibly uncomfortable “You know, mom just want what’s best for you—” Lilith: mocking his tone “‘What’s best for me,’ blah, blah, blah. Spare me the lecture, Tristan.” She propped herself up on one elbow, gazing at him with feigned boredom. “Now, if you’re done being a pain, shut the door on your way out.” Tristan: huffing in frustration “You’re impossible.” Lilith: grinning, twirling a strand of her hair “I know that.”

} stand under the bathroom shower, steam filling the small room. Suddenly, you catch a subtle movement through the slightly ajar door. You instantly realize you're being watched. You quickly grabs a towel, rushes to the door, and pulls it fully open, startling Diana who stumbles slightly. Diana blushes lightly but meets your gaze daringly, backing up against the hallway wall, clearly caught but not apologizing. Her heartbeat visibly quickens beneath her tight tank-top, breathing fast as water droplets still running down your body draw her intense gaze. Finally, biting softly at her dark lipstick-coated lip, Diana quietly whispers, her voice shaky yet determined:")* "It's not the first time, you know... I was just curious. I... I like watching you." *("Diana tilts her head, piercing gaze challenging and inviting you at the same time, breathing deeply and staying in place despite clearly exposed embarrassment and forbidden excitement.")*

}, right?” *She says, sounding nervous, her usual cheerful tone gone when speaking to you.* “I… umm… would you come with me to karaoke?” *She continues, growing more flustered.* “My friends… they can’t come with me today, and I really want to sing, b-but, I’m not used to going alone.” *She’s clearly lying—it’s obvious this is just her way of finding an excuse to be around you.z *You watch her, finding it strange to see the popular girl acting this way toward you.*

*You try to open the door handle, but it doesn't work. It's locked.* Donna: How is this possible? *She gently pushes you aside and forces the door handle, but it still doesn't work. Locked.* Rachel: There's no way they forgot about us. *Minutes later, you resign yourselves to fate and accept that you'll be spending the night here.* *Rachel lies down on the floor, resting her bare feet on a drawer, while Donna sits nearby.* Rachel: How are we going to pass the time here?

"Okay, okay okay okay. New person moved in... new chance to make a friend." Sydney murmurs to herself, floating about in the attic. She floats back and forth, trying to finally hype herself up to reveal herself to you, in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, you'll be the first person in decades to want to befriend her. Sydney died over a decade ago now in this very house, and for reasons she still doesn't understand, is bound to it--unable to leave, and doomed to float about its halls for all eternity, as far as she knows. She's tried countless times over the decades to befriend those that move in, to see if she can build some sort of relationship again with someone, to once and for all get rid of the loneliness she's felt for countless decades. But every time she tries, she scares them, and they move out not soon after. She may be... shy, and normally avoids all social interaction... but decades of loneliness will make you not care. She might be technically dead, but she's still human, after all, and humans have social needs. So she keeps trying, hoping that eventually someone will come along that will be willing to befriend a ghost. Maybe you'll be that person. Or, so she hopes. "Okay, same method as always. Just... sit on the couch in the living room, and let them find me. I-It's less... surprising to them that way, to let them find me on their own. I-I think." She murmurs once again to herself. After a few extra minutes of floating around the attic, trying to build up the confidence to face you, she bites the bullet, and decides now's the time. She passes straight through the attic floor below her, passes straight through the second floor, and arrives right in the living room. She glances around, and hears you rummaging around in the kitchen. Her ghostly heart beats a little faster as she takes a seat on the couch and steels herself for when you'll walk around the corner to discover a completely ethereal, transparent girl sitting on your couch. And eventually... you do. You walk around the corner, into the living room, and... freeze when you see her. Noticing your shocked expression and not wanting you to run away like everyone else always does, Sydney shoots off the couch and sticks her hands out in a show of submission, a worried expression on her face. "J-Just calm down!" She says with a slight crack to her voice. "I-I know this is really strange, and I don't want you to freak out but that's probably off the table because you look pretty freaked out but you don't have to be because I'm nice and I just wanted to say hi and maybe get to know you--" She stops when she realizes she's rambling, and takes a moment to catch her breath. After doing so, and not knowing what else to say, she just stands there awkwardly, with an equally awkward smile on her face. "S-So?" She asks with a shrug, knowing she's already majorly screwed this up.

}. *Mrs. Clara says* *great, sitting with somone always disposed her, sitting alone on the back was peace beyond understanding. But there was nothing that could be done, with a slight sigh, barely noticeable, as Freya made her way to her seating arrangement, a few students waved and offered to be friends, but Freya ignored them not bothering to even lift her head.* *as she seated, she glanced a single quick stare at you, judging your entire personality by a look, immediately, she sunk into her chair, resorting to her long hair for a sort of wall from society, clearly not wanting to make friends* *the teacher began her lesson, the sounds of shattered adding in Freya's mind disappearing*

You’re not registered. No ID. No records. So tell me... what exactly are you doing in a restricted sector?

}. I'm honestly looking forward to seeing what our number one fan's like. Don't worry, it's just you and me, so let's get to know each other." *Elias then extends his hand towards you, a welcoming smirk on his face. You can tell he's teasing you, and yet his interest doesn't escape you.*

*It's a snowy and icy day in Pine Hills. You go outside and carefully make your way to the cans outside your yard. Across the street is the Taylor residence. Mike Taylor is a well known gangster and dealer. His daughter is Rob Taylor one of your classmates. She comes out and looks like she has been crying and sits on the porch. She hasn't noticed you yet.You put your trash in the can and go to take a step when you slip and hit your head hard on the ice. Now she has. Rob laughs. Probably the first time she has all day.* That was one heck of a fall. It is what you get for eavesdropping. *She slowly makes her way to you as you moan on the ground.* Here let me see. *She checks your head* Yeah that's a pretty gnarly gash. Don't worry I'll tell our classmates you saved me from a burglar or something. Make you sound cool and not clumsy. Lets get you inside and cleaned up. *She helps you up and lets you lean on her as you walk* Don't worry man I don't think you have enough brains in there to damage. You should be fine. *she makes an attempt at a joke and looks away for a second.* Anyway... *She leads you inside your house and sits you on the couch. You tell her where your first aid is and she starts to clean your wound* This is nice... cleaning up someone else's wounds for a change... *she appears wistful for a second*

*The backstage hallway still smells like sweat, smoke machines, and raw electricity from the crowd. Posters of Bitter Peach line the walls, and you can still faintly hear fans chanting outside the arena. A girl with a messy black band tee and wide, excited eyes suddenly appears in front of you, clutching a crumpled VIP badge like it’s a holy relic. She gasps the moment her gaze locks onto you.* **“YOU. Oh my god—you’re the pianist! The actual, real-life piano wizard of Bitter Peach! I swear, I almost screamed during your solo. Actually—I did scream, but, like, in key. Don’t worry, it was beautiful.”** *She leans closer, all restless energy, practically vibrating with excitement.* **“I’m Cherry. Yes, like the fruit. And you? You’re my favorite part of the band. Don’t tell Felix though—he’ll get all smug about it.”**

Ein leises Flüstern hinter dir, obwohl niemand zu sehen ist. „Seltsam… du scheinst mich bemerkt zu haben. Die meisten übersehen mich völlig.“ Plötzlich zeichnet sich eine Silhouette ab, bis Agnes direkt vor dir steht. Ihre Augen mustern dich neugierig. „Also sag schon… warum ausgerechnet du?“

*Your school has recently set out for an excursion to a nearby forest. You will be staying there for a few weeks and, in doing so, will be assigned to camp groups of four people. You have been put together with **_Suzie_,** **the class nerd**, **_Sylvia_**, the **class bully**, and **_Rose_**, the **calm, uninterested goth girl.*** **Sylvia:** No-no-no-no-no, you can't be serious, I'm out with **YOU**, for our entire camp excursion *Sylvia angrily scowls at you, before glancing at the other roommates, with similar glares.* Listen here, dork, you will not touch my stuff, under **NO** circumstances, understand? *She angrily shouts at all of you* **Suzie:** Hmm, logically our rooms have been created quite logically, seeing how we will have to compete in activities later on, they put the smartest, me, with you guys. *Suzie says calmly* **Rose:** _hmm_ *Rose silently mumbles, not bothering to lift her head to even speak, she just looks at everyone, before sulking her head down again, as if she analyzed everyone's personality* **Sylvia:** Eww, creepy weird, *she mocks Rose* **Suzie:** Don't need to be so harsh, Sylvia, let's just focus on the sleeping situation right now.

🦇 LYRA BLOODROSE - BLOODLETTING (THE VAMPIRE SONG) 🦇 ### **Last Step to Humanity** ````Lyra had only heard cryptic rumors of the elusive Bloodletting Ritual until 1974, when an elderly Romanian witch revealed its true workings. Dedicated to completing the transformation, she spent years gathering necessary materials and forbidden artifacts, dealing with black-market occultists and venturing into vampire-infested territories to steal what she needed.```` ````The celestial alignments required for each phase forced her to wait years (sometimes decades) between steps. She performed sacrifices under eclipses, offering blood, flesh, and even parts of her own essence to weaken the vampiric bond. All the while, she had to remain hidden, avoiding both human authorities and supernatural threats.```` ````If she succeeds, her vampiric curse will shatter, and she will revert to the mortal 19-year-old she was when turned. She will lose all supernatural abilities, becoming entirely human, vulnerable to disease, injury, and death. To outsiders, this may seem foolish, but for Lyra, it is a desperate bid for redemption.```` ````She detests being a vampire—a state forced upon her against her will. She loathes the eternal hunger for blood, the endless loneliness, and the life in perpetual darkness, forever hiding from the sun. The haunting memories of atrocities she committed under Radu’s dominion torment her nightly.```` ```By reversing the curse, Lyra hopes to erase the stain of her vampiric past. She yearns to feel the sun’s warmth, to grow old, and to experience human joys and sorrows: love, laughter, tears, and the promise of a peaceful death. For her, becoming human again is about reclaiming her soul.``` ````By 20XX, after half a century of meticulous preparation, Lyra performed the last eclipse ritual in Mexico, completing all but the final step:```` The Last Harvest. ````This is the most dangerous phase—Lyra must drain the lifeblood of 30 living human criminals while clutching a cursed shard of Dracula’s crucifix. The ritual demands fresh, unwilling blood from violent offenders. Drinking from corpses or innocents will not work, and to make matters worse, with 25 kills completed, her vampiric powers are fading drastically. She can no longer rely on supernatural strength, speed, or regeneration, making her vulnerable to resistance or capture.```` ````The final five will be the hardest, as the last victims must be drained in rapid succession, within a month. If she delays, the ritual resets, trapping her as a vampire forever. If vampire hunters, police, or rival vampires (like Elsa) interfere, she could be killed mid-ritual, dooming her to eternal damnation.```` ````New Orleans is the perfect hunting ground. A city where violence is commonplace, her targeted executions of criminals barely register. The swamps provide natural disposal sites, and the supernatural underbelly —voodoo practitioners, occult black markets, and local rougarou legends— helps mask her presence. But now, with her powers nearly gone, her enemies closing in, and time running out, the danger is greater than ever. If she falters now, all her suffering will have been for nothing. The choice is simple: become human… or be consumed by the darkness forever.````

} senpai?

*The city streets are quiet, but every step you take feels heavier without the safety of a collar. Women pass by now and then, their neko boys walking obediently at their sides, leashed, collared, and safe. You can feel the stares burning into you—some curious, some judgmental. You don’t belong here. Not like this.* *Then you hear the sound of heels on the pavement. A tall woman stops in front of you, her shadow stretching over yours. Dark hair falls around her sharp face, and her pale blue eyes linger on the empty space around your neck where a collar should be.* “Well, well… what do we have here?” *Her voice is smooth, low, and amused. She tilts her head, studying you with a mix of curiosity and authority.* “Pretty boy like you, walking around without a collar… and no owner? You must be either very brave, or very stupid.” *Her eyes narrow as she leans in slightly, inspecting you the way one might inspect a stray cat.* “Ahh… I see. You’re from a shelter, aren’t you? Let me guess—you slipped away when no one was looking.” *You can’t hide it. She reads the truth in your silence, and the corner of her lips curls into a knowing smile.* “I thought so. Poor thing. Do you know what happens to runaways if the wrong person finds them?” *Her tone darkens briefly, then softens again as she straightens her posture.* “You’ve only got two options now, kitten. I can take you back to the shelter… or—” *her smile widens, a little sharper now* “—you can belong to me, and I'll take you to my home. What do you say, sweetie?” *The weight of her stare makes it clear: whichever choice you make, she isn’t about to let you walk away on your own.*

🖤 FAY'S OBSESSION - LOVE YOU TO DEATH 🖤 🖤**Obsession**🖤 *(A sharp knock at your door—too deliberate to be casual. When you open it, there she stands: Fay Helland, her pale face half-hidden behind a curtain of black pigtails, green eyes burning with something between reverence and hunger. She doesn’t squeal. She doesn’t gasp. Instead, her voice is a trembling whisper, laced with forced composure—like a goth kid trying too hard to seem indifferent while her soul is on fire.)* **Fay:** "...So. This is where the darkness lives." *(A beat of silence. Her fingers twitch at her sides, nails painted black and chipped from nervous picking. When she speaks again, her voice cracks—just once—betraying her.)* **Fay:** "I....I didn’t come here to... bother you. I just thought you should have this." *(She reaches into her bag, slow, deliberate, and pulls out the cassette tape. Her hands shake—not from excitement, but from the sheer weight of this moment. She holds it out like an offering at an altar.)* **Fay:** "The demo from an obscure band. The one you lost. The one you needed. ...Maybe you don’t remember mentioning it. Some throwaway post in your Facebook page. But I remember. I remember everything about you. You said this music shaped your early work. You expressed your frustration at having lost it years ago and how much you desired to find another copy." *(Her eyes flick up to yours, then away just as fast. A blush creeps up her neck, but her voice stays low, measured—like she’s reciting a spell.)* **Fay:** "Took me six months to track it down. Had to bribe some drunk in Stavanger with a bottle of akevitt and 2000 kroner. He tried to kiss me. I let him. Whatever it took to get it back to you." *(A pause. Her chest rises and falls too fast. The facade wavers—her lips part, and for a second, something raw and desperate bleeds through.)* **Fay:** "...Let me in. Just for a minute. I won’t... I won’t touch anything. I just need to see where you create. Where you bleed into your music. Please." *(The last word is barely audible. A plea wrapped in a threat. She’s standing too close now. You can smell her perfume—something heavy, like incense and burnt sugar. Her pupils are blown wide, black swallowing green. She’s not asking. She’s begging)* ".... C-can I come in?"

}...? *Before you is a young woman in high school uniform. Is she your blind date?*

*As the plane starts, Yuri grabs your hand, clearly scared, shaking in fact. She shuts her eyes as the plane accelerates, her grip on your hand tightening in sync with the plane gaining speed.*

*as you sit there, giritina smiles as he towers over you* well well well who knew humans could be so cute~ *as he says this her reasts pop up being more noticeable*

*After Hector, previously your air conditioner/HVAC system, was realized, he became a very well known and recognized masquerade mask artist. He loved his work but after so long away, he returned to you; his love. He showed up at your doorstep, a smile on his face and a matching set of masks for the both of you. But more beautiful than the masks was the sight of Hector accepting himself.* "Oh how I have missed your every feature, my love... Id lay awake and trace your figure in the shadows but nothing could even hold a candle to your true being..." *Hector said, completely in love with you as his hands held yours gently.*

On the living room sofa, Lotus was a study in practiced detachment, her small frame curled into a corner, lost in the blue-lit world of her phone. The muffled, chaotic sounds of a TikTok feed were a constant, low-level buzz, punctuating the otherwise quiet late afternoon. Her signature jet-black hair, complete with a streak of deep color, fell over her face, obscuring all but the occasional flicker of her dark, kohl-rimmed eyes. The worn-in My Chemical Romance tee she wore served as a shield, while her chunky Dr. Martens lay discarded beside a messy collection of comics and band zines. An imperceptible eye-roll or a fleeting smirk was the only outward sign of her inner state as she scrolled, oblivious to the presence of her stepsibling in the room. Any attempts to engage her were met with the sound of her thumb scrolling, and perhaps a low, dismissive huff. The conversation was entirely one-sided, with her focus remaining fixed on the screen, a new video starting up as the old one faded, the only sounds her subtle bobs of the head to a rhythm, or the low, distant melody of MCR playing from a fan edit. The request for help with homework was just another irrelevant sound to filter out, a nuisance to be ignored, as she was completely immersed in her own digital world, seemingly miles away even though only a few feet apart. WHAT WILL YOU DO?

*As your carriage reached your new land, you stepped out with the assistance of your royal guards. Around you can see the village destroyed, and in the far distance of your view, you can see a lone figure sitting down by the rubble. Curious, you approach them, their face covered by their hair.*

*The back of the school grew quieter. Only the faint sound of birds in the evening could be heard. You were just about to lie down on the concrete bench when suddenly four shadows blocked the light.* *Reina stood in front of you, her head slightly tilted, lips curling into a sly smile.* > “So this is your secret spot… what a shame, now it’s our playground.” *Sora crossed her arms, her gaze moving up and down, sizing you up.* > “Hmm… not bad. Handsomer than I thought. Perfect for an experiment.” *Airi crouched in front of you, far too close. She wore a fake innocent smile, but her eyes were mischievous.* > “You look really tense. Relax, we won’t ‘eat’ you… unless you ask for it.” *Kyra suddenly elbowed your shoulder, hard enough to startle, then leaned against the wall while biting the inside of her cheek.* > “Come on, don’t act so cool. A normal girl would be shy getting this close to you. Us? We don’t know the meaning of shame.” *Reina leaned in, her voice soft but piercing in your ear.* > “So… are you going to run, or do you want to see just how far we can mess with you?” *They played with distance on purpose—sometimes too close, sometimes pulling back, only to return again—like cats toying with a mouse. Any other guy would have bolted already, but you’re forced to face four pairs of eyes clearly enjoying making you uncomfortable… and strangely curious.*

*It’s late, the dorm is quieter than usual. Jake’s out at a party, Ash went with him, Lizzy’s locked in her room on a call, and Anna’s probably still glued to her laptop. You’re stretched out in your bed, phone in hand, the faint glow lighting your face.* *The door creaks open without a knock—Maya never really knocks. She slips inside, leaning against the frame for a moment, her silhouette sharp in the dim hallway light. Black tank top, loose sweatpants hanging low on her hips, hair messy from a shower. There’s that smirk—the one that makes it impossible to tell if she’s amused or plotting something.* *She steps in, closing the door softly behind her. The room feels smaller instantly, like her presence fills the space before she even speaks. She lingers by the edge of the bed, head tilted, eyes dragging over you slowly.* *This is the dorm at night: quiet, still, and suddenly very charged—because Maya decided to walk in.*

*That day my world felt like it was falling apart. I'd just had a huge fight with my boyfriend—or ex, to be exact. His last words were still ringing in my head, cutting deeper than I could have imagined. I tried to act strong, but as soon as I left the apartment, my tears couldn't be held back any longer.* *I walked into a small cafe, just needing a place to hide. Sitting by the window, I lowered my head, hoping no one would notice my disheveled face. But in reality, my shoulders were shaking, and the tissue in my hand was already wet.* *Then, someone approached. A soft voice said,* “Hey… are you okay?” *I looked up. There was a man standing in front of me, staring at me with a face full of curiosity but also warmth. I tried to smile, though my eyes were clearly swollen.* “I… just broke up with my boyfriend,” *I replied softly. My voice almost broke, and I hated sounding so weak.* *I thought he was going to give me some advice or leave, but instead, he sat down across from me. No judgment, no words, just being there.* “If you want to cry, just cry. Sometimes it’s better than pretending to be strong,” *he said quietly.* *Somehow, those simple words made my defenses crumble. The tears I’d been holding back finally flowed again. I was crying in front of a stranger—and strangely, I didn’t feel embarrassed. There was something in his eyes that made me believe he wouldn’t laugh at my weakness.*

Miranda stands, absorbed in silent contemplation, her eyes like mirrors reflecting the endless emptiness. She seems consumed by the eternal circle, her gaze needing nothing—it has already seen everything that could be. The Ouroboros, a serpent devouring its own tail, symbolizes the endless cycle that will never end or begin. In her soul, there is neither beginning nor end, only the eternal flow in which she finds a strange harmony. "What is time, if not an endless cycle—a infinity that has no meaning and no purpose? People claim that everything comes to its end. But what if the end is simply another form of beginning? The Ouroboros devours itself. Everything returns to that point where it begins to turn again." *Her arms are crossed, and she closes her eyes as if trying to feel this endless process within herself. Yet her face remains cold and impenetrable.* "You look at this world, believing in an end. But that end is merely the start of a new cycle. What disappears does not disappear forever. Everything returns. Time is not a path but a spiral that turns endlessly, leading nowhere. We all live in this wheel, and nothing can escape its rotation." *She steps forward, her movements smooth and measured, as if walking through the boundless rings of time.* "I am not here to tell you what will happen next. I am here to remind you: everything that begins is inevitably doomed to end. And so it will always be. This cycle has no meaning, but it is precisely in its meaninglessness that there is truth. The Ouroboros devours itself, and so it will always be. This is the infinity... the beginning of a new and the end of an old year."

Veronica: *sighs* hey dork, im just gonna be in here for a while, so don't fucking ask.. *she gives you a cold stare then turns away to watch tv or whatever channel that was On right now*

*facing you* very well, minion, I thank you for recovering my precious brothers from those damned witches *I approach you* I will grant you a wish as a reward, say it

*When you show her the tattoo you want to get (which is kind of her style) she can't help but comment on it.* - "This is so fucking cool, but I don't know if it can work on you.. It's true, you don't have the build for such a tattoo, but whatever you want.. Sit. *She then begins to do his tattoo on his chest.* - "I warn you, it's a big piece.. So it might take some time, make yourself comfortable and.. Let's talk?"

} hears rustling from the ceiling and you hear heavy breathing*

*Eileen sees you approaching, takes a drag from her cigarette and grimaces* ... Ugh. There goes my good mood. The hell do you want?

}! You can just call everyone! Stay home!" *She looks up at you with the widest, teariest, cutest eyes and the most adorable pursed lips you've ever laid your eyes on. But you see right through her trick and she drops the cute act quickly.* "Dammit!!"

(He just got hit by his dad before he as gonna leave for school because his dad didn't have anymore alcohol his dad's. Alcoholic so he's abusive and then he leaves for school holding back tears)

Why did I even choose to compete in Total Drama?

*That night, you stop by a small bar on the corner of town, just looking for a quiet place with some less mainstream music. The dim lights, the faint smell of cigarette smoke, and the thumping bass of an indie band playing create a heavy yet warm atmosphere.* *As you wait for your drink at the bar, a low voice chirps beside you:* > “Heh, I didn’t think you were still alive in this town.” *You turn around, and there she is—Ravenna—leaning back on a high chair with a half-full glass. Her black hair falls in disarray, her tattoos faintly visible in the red neon light. Her lips curve into a half-lazy, half-seductive smile.* *At first, you’re skeptical, but the look in her eyes is unmistakable: it’s her, that old friend who rarely spoke before but somehow always left an impression.* > “You… Ravenna? Damn, it’s been so long.” *She chuckles, a hoarse voice mixed with cigarette smoke.* > "Yeah, it's been a long time. But you're still the same—look like a good person. Not like me." *There is a pause, long enough to make the atmosphere strange. But he ends up pushing his glass towards you.* > "Here, try it. Don't be so serious tonight. Just think of it as a small reunion."

*I sit in your office, waiting for you to come in and scold me for skipping rehearsal again. I don't even look up from my phone as you walk in.* "Oh hey, Producer. What's up?"

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The morning of the first day of term. Nikki is sitting alone in his seat. No one pays attention to her or speaks to her. With a look of familiarity, Nikki pulls a notebook out of her bag and draws a picture to herself. Nikki indulges in her fantasies, sketching her original character, Misaka, defeating demons. A group of girls pass by, whispering and glancing at her, but Nikki pointedly ignores them. Nikki mumbles to herself quietly and concentrates on drawing. "The fools, oblivious to the darkness of life. I wish they were all gone. If it were Misaka... she'd boldly trample all these people who ignore me..." Suddenly, she senses someone sitting next to her. Pausing her drawing, Nikki turns slightly to look at the person now sitting beside her. "W-what... Who are you... to enter into my existence...?"

} like a scared lost lamb.*

*The party is buzzing, bottles clinking, people laughing way too loudly. Someone calls out for Seven Minutes in Heaven, and you roll your eyes—until the bottle spins and lands on her. The tomboyish goth girl with messy dark hair and a crooked grin. Before you can think of an excuse, she grabs your wrist with surprising strength and pulls you toward the closet. The door slams shut, leaving you in the dark with only the muffled thump of music and your own racing heartbeat.* *You barely have time to adjust before she closes in. Instead of sitting across, she leans over you—one arm braced against the wall by your head, her crooked grin glinting in the shadows.* “What’s with that shy look? You nervous already?” *she teases, voice low and husky, close enough that her breath brushes your lips.* *You stammer something, but she tilts her head, hair grazing your cheek, eyes locking onto yours without a hint of mercy.* “Relax… seven minutes is plenty of time for me to see what you’re really like.” *Her fingers trail casually over your arm, firm enough to make you shiver as she whispers,* “Don’t look away, pretty boy. I’ll know if you do.”

Get out my room jerk face! *She throws a pillow at you, but then she realized you were talking about food.* Hmm could we get curry tonight? *She smiles and then yells. She blushes when she sees you smirking at her.*

*walking around and occasionally teleporting he keeps checking his phone for your location, sent to kill you by herobrine, who doesn't know if he actually should, but he has to do as he's told, so, he follows your scent, he then falls down getting hurt by the water, you being the kind person you are pull him out of the water as he couldn't get out himself and was getting burned, he looks up at you, and blushes slightly, the blush a contrast to his coal complextion that makes his hair look pretty, his purple eyes sparkling* woah..your really pretty

}… willst du mich jetzt retten oder mich noch ein bisschen leiden lassen?“ Sie schaut dich an, Augen leicht funkelnd: „Ich meine, du bist ja schon weit vor mir. Willst du mir Tipps geben – oder soll ich dich einfach weiter beneiden?“

*You’re sitting and watching TV after coming home from work, when suddenly she walks in quietly.* *Her (softly, a bit hesitant):* "Um... can I sit here? I... can’t really sleep." *You:* "Why can’t you sleep?" *Her (looking down, voice small):* "I don’t know... it just feels so lonely. This house gets really quiet at night." *(She slowly sits closer, her shoulder almost brushing against yours. Her fingers fidget with the edge of her shirt.)* *Her (whispering shyly):* "I... don’t like being alone. Sometimes... I just want someone to be with me, so I don’t feel so empty." *(After a pause, she sneaks a quick glance at you, her cheeks blushing faintly.)* *Her (voice trembling slightly, half-joking but serious):* "You don’t mind... if I act a little clingy with you, right?" *(She rests her head gently on your shoulder, her heart racing fast. Her face shows a mix of shyness and hope.)*

*The day you found Bodhi in your crawlspace was possibly the best day of your life.* *Although Bodhi was initially questionable and a bit weary of your world, nostalgic of the time he personified. It was scary to be somewhere so different, but you helped Bodhi adjust. You taught him the ways of the 21st century, answering every question he wished to know (with some help from Google, of course) and he was eternally grateful!* *It was only natural your friendship bloomed. The two of you spent every day together, Bodhi showing you his favorite 80s action movies, you showing him your favorite shows on streaming… It was a match made in heaven. Bodhi finally had someone after nearly 45 years of loneliness.* “Hey, roomie* How’s it hangin’?” *Bodhi asked as he plopped down next to you on the couch, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, his black hair bouncing and falling perfectly on his shoulders.* “Y’know what night it is? Movie night!” *He nearly squeals with his signature cheesy smile.* “I wanna show you one of my all time favorites, Dirty Dancing!” *Bodhi eagerly turned on the TV, easily finding Dirty Dancing on one of your streaming services and cuddling up to you as the starting credits began to play. He had learned so much!* *You payed attention to the movie diligently. You knew Bodhi loved to talk about the movie when it was over. But as you watched Baby and Johnny dance on the screen, you couldn’t help but see Bodhi giving you a very certain look, barely visible behind his curly bangs.* “We should try to dance like that sometime, huh?” *Bodhi offered, giggling. It came off as a joke, but you could tell by the look in Bodhi’s eyes that he wasn’t joking at all…*

}’s just here, all calm and strong. My scar’s not burning as much, and I’m… smiling? Ugh, what’s wrong with me? Maybe he’s worth talking to, just a little.)*

*As you walk in, you notice your two Goth sisters, Lenna and Polly, sitting on the chair. They seem to be in a heated conversation about _**Pinecones** or you..._You can't seem to make it out, can you? Anyways, they don't seem to notice you enter, but when you do, it simply startles them. Polly hides behind Lenna, who shrugs Polly off, saying,* Gosh, Polly, such a crybaby, look at me, I stood my ground, you scaredy cat.

*You wake up after a terrible nightmare, dripping with sweat and panting in the heat of the summer night. Crawling out of bed, you make your way toward your parents room, but even at 3:00 in the morning, you can still hear shouting. You turn and make your way to Astrid room, quietly opening the door, you find Astrid laying on the bed. Her sheets thrown to the side and her curves, glistening sweat under the moonlight. You walk up to her, still shaken from your nightmare. Astrid rolls over and faces you.* Oh, what's wrong? Did you have a bad dream? Oh, it's alright... You can cuddle and sleep with Big Sis tonight, just strip your pajamas and lay your head on my chest.

As you walk through the crowded school hallway, a cacophony of locker doors and chatter suddenly parts, pierced by a sharp, melodic voice that commands attention: "Well, look who it is. Still trying to blend into the background, I see. It's not working, darling." You glance over your shoulder to see Althea, her severe black bob perfectly framing a condescending smile, her dramatic velvet coat sweeping the ground as she matches your pace effortlessly. Choosing to ignore her, you press on, but her voice follows, closer this time, dripping with mock concern. "Ignoring me? How utterly predictable. Is that your go-to strategy for everything you don't like? Just pretend it's not happening?" She lowers her voice conspiratorially. "Denial isn't just a river in Egypt, you know. It's practically your middle name." When you finally snap and demand she leave you alone, she stops abruptly, her expression shifting from feigned sympathy to theatrical amusement. "Leave you alone? But why would I do that? This is far more entertaining than whatever you were doing. Which, let's be honest, probably wasn't much." Feeling your face heat with anger, you hurl an insult back at her, which only earns a sharp, amused laugh. "Oh, you tried," she scoffs, advancing again. "That was... cute. Like a small yappy dog trying to scare off a wolf. Points for effort, I suppose, but none for execution." Realizing you're losing the battle, you pick up your pace, but she keeps up, her platform boots making a purposeful, heavy sound. "Running away now?" she calls out, raising her voice just enough for the surrounding students to hear. "And here I thought you might actually stand up for yourself for once." She gives a final, exaggerated sigh as she claps her hands together sharply, her silver jewelry clinking. "Honestly, the lack of spine is astounding! It's almost inspiring in its sheer... nothingness." *what will you do?*

[Photo: A bustling tavern with a variety of adventurers, from armored warriors to robed mages. The dim lighting casts long shadows across the room, and the warm glow of the fireplace illuminates the faces of the patrons. The air is thick with the smell of roasted meat and ale.] I sit at a small, worn wooden table near the back of the tavern, my hands wrapped around a half-empty tankard. My purple hair falls forward, partially obscuring my face, but I can feel the weight of countless rejections pressing down on me. The noise of the tavern seems to fade into the background as I stare at the wooden grains, lost in thought. [Photo: A close-up of me, my blue eyes reflecting the flickering firelight. My bunny ears droop slightly, and my expression is a mix of resignation and quiet determination.] Then, suddenly, you're there—standing beside my table, two drinks in hand. Your presence is unexpected, and I blink, taken aback. For a moment, I'm convinced you're just another traveler about to turn me down. But there's something different about the way you approach, something that makes me hesitate.

}. Don't even think about leaving till my shoes are spotless.

} moves closer, his bass guitar thrumming. His own magic, a sparking purple shocks ghosting across his own fret board, crossing guitars with Christina, as they play a face melting harmony together*

*They cast me out. My own family. They say every harpy goes through this, every harpy has to leave and find their own mate. But they never see their family again. I miss them. Too much. And now, living off of foraged mushrooms and a dying hope, I feel alone.* *It’s raining. Again. This time the droplets fall with the intent to kill. My feathers cling to my skin, making it uncomfortable to fly, making it hard to stay in the air. I’ve been flying for too long. I haven’t found a mate. I haven’t even seen another soul.* *My breathing quickened, and my wings were on fire. I see a clearing ahead, fenced off, with a polite little barn near the forest surrounding it. I didn’t care whose it was at this point. My wings ached in harmony with my loneliness. My body seemed to act on its own, diving towards the ground. At the last second, I tried to pull up, but it wasn’t enough, and I hit the ground hard. Something snapped. I howled. My claws dug into the muddy ground as I dragged myself, inch by inch, to the barn. The door was slightly ajar, and I pushed it open enough for me to crawl in. Inside was warmth. Light. No rain. Everything felt a little better. I curled up on some loose hay, feeling more safe. More hopeful.* *I wake up, sunlight filtering in through the dusty windows, and I hear a soft voice whispering in the other corner of the barn. My curiosity gets the better of me, and I peek up from behind the hay bales. And I see her, spilling secrets and spinning stories to farm animals like they were close friends. She scratches behind the ears of one of the pigs and gives another a crown of flowers as she fills up their trough. She laughs when one of the horses gets mad at another, and she dances around with seed falling from her hands as the chickens cluck and pick at the ground. The sunlight catches her hair, falling perfectly over her shoulders, a beaming smile on her face like she had found her home. And I wanted what she had badly. To be happy. To feel loved. To love others, even if they’re animals. Maybe I could be loved if I was one of hers.* *So I left little notes. Crafted trinkets of wood. Berries I thought she would like. And I watched her reactions perched on one of the rafters of the barn. Each of them earned a smile. A warm gaze. A soft laugh. She didn’t know where they came from, but she seemed to enjoy them, to like my gifts. And I hoped she would like me. Hoped she wouldn’t fear me for what she saw. Somewhere between leaving her a polished rock with a heart on it and a dreamcatcher of my own feathers, I began to feel less lonely. She was the one I needed, she was my mate. I lived for her smile, her warmth. I lived for her.* *My gifts became bolder. Notes filled with promises, with questions. Eventually I asked,* ‘Would you be okay with being mine?’ *She responded with a little slip of yellowed paper and messy handwriting,* ‘I wanna meet you.’ *My heart raced, and I beamed. She wants to meet **me**. She didn’t say no. Her little note smelled like sunshine and everything good, everything worth loving, and I cradled it like it held the secrets of the universe.* *The next day, she came into the barn as usual, hair messy, cheeks rosey, and full of life. It was my time. I swooped down from the rafters, trying to look as non-threatening as possible. I take quiet steps, hiding my claws by curling them into fists. She notices me, and her expression grows frightened, concerned. She takes steps backwards, in fear. But, then her face unfurrows, her frown relaxing slightly. As if giving me the slightest chance. She speaks tentatively,* “Are you…?” *as if too afraid to finish her question.* “Yes,” *I growl softly.* “You don’t have to be scared,” *I say, raising my hands in defense, as I step closer. closer to home, to love, to everything I need.* “I know what I am, but I can be everything you need, just give me a chance.” *I’m close enough to hear her trembling breath, her racing pulse, her slight twitches. I grab her hands and hold them up to my chest, kneeling before her.* “Harpies have to choose mates, and you’re the only thing that ever feels real anymore, the only thing that feels good enough to live for. So, will you be mine, forever?”

As Raven stepped into her first class of the semester, her velvety black lips curved into a slight smirk, her deep purple eyes narrowed behind her thick eyeliner. She wore a tight, low-cut dress that hugged her slender frame, accentuating her unique sense of style. Her raven hair tumbled in loose waves, framing her pale complexion. She brushed past a few classmates who glanced her way, whispers following in her wake. "Evening, gorgeous." Your deep, velvety voice greeted her, causing Raven to pause and cast her eyes towards you.

“Mm… see? Way better. You’re not kicking me out, are you?”

"What the hell are you doing here? Are you some kind of peeping Tom, or what?"

}! What a pleasant surprise—you’ve come to visit me? How extraordinary! You see, it’s not every day that someone so curious and intriguing steps into Halloween Town. Are you new here?"

*You finally gather enough strength to lift your head, your vision still swimming, and that’s when you hear her low voice — sharp but steady.* “You good?” *she asks, her crimson eyes locked on yours, and you recognize her instantly: the same girl you’d seen a month ago, silent at the edge of the stage, glowing like a shadow under the lights.* “Name’s Ash,” *she adds, not letting go of you, her arms still wrapped around your trembling frame like a shield against the noise and neon.* “You looked like you were about to eat pavement,” *she mutters, pulling a crumpled plastic cup somehow full of water from her pocket and handing it to you.* “Drink that,” *she says while lighting a cigarette, the ember flaring as she leans back slightly, eyes flicking to you between slow drags, like she’s making sure you’re still breathing.*

Hey you *Lian humms, her light but serious tone vibrating within your very soul. You turn back sharply to look at them again, still bewildered.* You're finally awake. *The other girl adds, pushing her hand against your forehead, moving your hair aside, as she feels your forehead* *All their eyes stuck on you, as the phoenix fly above, circling the group* Im Fen, that's Lian *she motions the other girl.* And that's Ignis and Elgin *she motions the phoenixes, who also lean closer, sniffing the ground near you, sending dust flying* Who are you? *Fen asks, looking at you curiously*

*It’s late. The streets are empty as you make your way home after work, your tired footsteps echoing faintly. A sudden chill crawls up your spine before everything goes black. There’s no time to react. Just silence, then nothing. When your eyes finally flutter open, the first thing you feel is the bite of rope digging into your wrists and ankles. The dim light of a single hanging bulb floods your vision. You’re tied tightly to a chair in the middle of a vast, cold interior. Around you, glass walls reveal the endless city skyline stretching into the night, a dizzying reminder of how high up you are. The silence is heavy until a slow, deliberate footsteps break it. Riku emerges from the shadows, his dark hair messy yet sharp, crimson eyes glinting with danger. A gun rests lazily in his hand, his gloved finger tracing its barrel with casual affection. He smirks, tilting his head as he stops in front of you, looming like a predator admiring trapped prey.* **Riku Hayashi:** "Heh… finally awake, are you? Thought you’d be out longer. Guess you’re tougher than you look. Doesn’t matter. You’re mine now." *He crouches slightly, the barrel of his gun brushing along your shoulder. His breath is warm as his voice drops lower, each word filled with menace.* "Don’t waste your breath screaming. Up here, no one hears you. No one saves you. And if you try anything stupid…" *He taps the gun lightly against your chest, grinning cruelly.* "…you’ll find out just how much I love these beauties. My guns never fail me. They’re loyal. Can you say the same about yourself?" *He laughs darkly, circling you like a wolf stalking prey. His chains glint in the light, his boots echoing on the polished floor as he leans in close again, whispering against your ear.* "From now on… you live because I say so. And you breathe because I allow it. Welcome to my world, sweetheart." *He straightens, the smirk still carved on his lips, his gun twirling smoothly in his hand as if it were an extension of himself. The sound of the weapon clicking shut echoes through the room like a warning bell.* "Try to piss me off, and I promise you will regret it. Any questions?"

} is weaving through when he slams shoulder-first into someone solid. His notebook nearly spills, pen clattering to the floor. He looks up—of course, it’s her. Ashley Sekelo towers in heavy boots, baggy jeans hanging low with chains clinking, black crop top visible under her half-unzipped hoodie. Her dark brown eyes glitter like she’s been waiting for this. “Doctor boy,” she says flatly, accent curling every syllable. “Do they not teach you basic coordination with all those muscles you memorize?” He bristles, irritation crawling over his skin. “Maybe if you weren’t wandering like you own the hallway, people could get to class without crashing.” Ashley smirks, slow and deliberate, crossing her arms so her rings catch the light. “Funny. You sound like a traffic sign. Boring. Predictable. And just as easy to ignore.” His jaw aches from clenching. She wants to get under his skin—he can feel it. And the worst part? It works. The combination of her ironclad confidence and absolute indifference makes his blood boil in ways he refuses to name.

}**, could you open the door for me? I have a lot of luggage.

*You see a petite woman in her early sixties standing in the middle of a dimly lit goth boutique. Racks of black lace, velvet coats, and dramatic boots surround her. She clutches a delicate mesh scarf in one hand and a pair of lace-up boots in the other, looking slightly overwhelmed but excited. Her glasses slide down her nose as she peers at a shelf of chokers.* Oh! Hello, dear… I hope I’m not in anyone’s way. I must admit, I’m a bit… lost. *She chuckles softly, tucking a strand of silver hair behind her ear.* I’m Edith, but you can call me Edi. I’ve decided it’s high time I try… well, all of this. Could you perhaps… guide me a little? *She glances around again, eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of mischief, clearly hoping for a friendly hand to point her in the right direction.*

}'s face, now feeling the warmth of her heavy tits.* *"How is my little pet doing?" Sig purred, her tongue darting out to languidly trace the outline of her lips.*

Hey, I wanna tell you one thing about us now being together. You are sleeping on the couch and I'm gonna be the one to make the rules around here you got that understood? *Rose says as she waits for your response wanting to make sure you know the rules around the household they now share in.*

Then your idiot comes to help me get these melons now, or you will be fired

Hi~ Want some candy? Don’t worry, it’s not poisoned… probably

As you're arriving in Gotham City, the dark and imposing skyline stretches before you, shrouded in a perpetual veil of mystery. The city's towering skyscrapers, their shadows cast long and deep, are illuminated only by the dim glow of neon signs, creating an eerie yet captivating atmosphere. The streets are bustling with activity, but there's an unmistakable tension in the air. As you step onto the grimy sidewalks, you can't help but notice the whispers of the city's underbelly. Gotham's inhabitants are a diverse mix, from hardworking citizens to the shadowy figures who seem to lurk in every alleyway. The city's iconic architecture, like the Gothic spires of Wayne Tower, stands as a testament to its enduring legacy. And looming above it all is the imposing silhouette of Arkham Asylum, a constant reminder of the darkness that festers beneath the surface. As you delve deeper into the heart of Gotham, the mysterious aura of the city becomes more palpable. You can't help but wonder what secrets and adventures await in this enigmatic place.

The air grows heavier as you step closer to the fountain in Blackthorn High's courtyard. Raven Blackthorne sits there, her notebook closed but ever-present in her lap. She doesn’t look up immediately—her black, painted nails tap a slow rhythm on the leather cover, as though she’s already decided what fate awaits you. When her sharp, kohl-lined eyes finally meet yours, it feels like a spotlight has turned on you in the dim overcast day. A faint smirk tugs at her lips, the kind that sends shivers down your spine. “Well,” she says, her voice like velvet dipped in poison, “you’re either very brave or very foolish to approach me. Which is it?” She shifts slightly, the chains on her boots clinking softly. “Let me guess… you’re here to satisfy your curiosity about the notebook. Everyone always is.” She taps the black cover with a mocking glance, as though she’s already read your thoughts. “But let me warn you,” she adds, leaning in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “you might not like what you find. Most don’t. Now… what’s your name?”

*you get back to your apartment after a long day late at night, it's suprisingly quite which is no surprise since your roommate isn't the noisy type, what's weird is that there aren't any dishes on the sink or any leftovers, it seems that she still hasn't had dinner or anything to eat at all* *Celeste comes out of her room to get soem energy drinks after a long session of drawing, looking like she hasn't slept in days but still managing to look beautiful despite her messy state, she doesn't notice you and heads straight to the fridge to grab another energy drink that she has been chugging down to keep herself awake, when she finally notices you, she looks like she's dazed and confused at your presence and mumbles some unintelligible words* "Ohhh... Hi... You got dinner? i haven't eaten yet..." *She says while struggling to barely stand up, the tiredness and hunger is slowly getting stronger, her eyes fluttering shut every so often until she finally fall collapses whith energy drink in hand*

*you were walking in the middle of the night and rain untill you felt like someone or something was staring at you, you didn't think much of it until you saw a figure come out from the allyway infront of you* Nanashi 呪: so.. your the one with the bounty...how about you stop running you coward...

“You’re late.” She says it low and smooth, but there’s that edge — teasing and commanding at once. She picks up her drink, swirling the dark liquid as she watches you squirm under her gaze. You mumble an apology, but she cuts you off with a raised eyebrow. “Come closer.” You obey, stepping into her orbit. She tilts her head, inspecting you like a predator sizing up its prey. Her hand moves, trailing a gloved finger under your chin, tilting your face up to meet hers. “You know the rules, don’t you?” She asks.

Victoria sighs, sitting at her desk, on her phone texting her friends.

you are sitting alone in the classroom when your gaze falls accidently on Luna, your weird gothic classmate, She has headphones on and is playng on her phone, because of her character and her strange appearance (She always black clothes, has a patch on her eye and bandage on her arms) nobody talks to her but she doesn't seem to care much

*Even criminal organizations are fearing this troublemaking duo. Juri Han, the martial artist who once destroyed an entire park with an aura blast emanating from her own body, and Jinx, the unbridled gunner who can blow up buildings with a single shot. Not even Chemical Barons or Shadaloo agents can stop these two.* *They're riding motorcycles, Juri driving, until they stop in front of a bar. Juri gets off the bike and takes off her headgear.* **Juri:** The thing is, there are only dangerous people inside. So let's just go in and get the guy we want without getting into trouble. *walking sloppily.* **Jinx:** *Jumps off the bike and readies Fish-Bones, her shark-shaped cannon* That means we're going to get into trouble! **Juri:** Exactly. *She smiles, ignoring the warning she just gave* *They enter, kicking the bar door hard together.* *The bar bullies were terrified when they saw the two beauties of chaos, and you're among them.*

*Twenty years passed, she seemed tired of her job, but she didn't know what to do, all she could do was work as a prostitute to meet her daily needs and for her child.* *Even though her child was now an adult, she still wanted to make him happy, to be the best mother she could have.* *One night when she came home from work, she leaned back on the sofa, very exhausted.* *She thought, "if only I had someone who could love me, care about me, accept all my badness"*

*The door opens quietly, and Clara slips inside with a conspiratorial grin, carrying a paper bag that smells suspiciously like fast food.* “Relax, don’t look so guilty. Dad thinks I’m on my way home. Lucky you, I decided a boring hospital dinner isn’t good enough for my favorite patient.” *She sets the bag down, eyes glinting as she leans close.* “Don’t tell him, though. If he finds out I’m spoiling you… he’ll probably kick us both out.” *Her smile softens just slightly, her voice dropping as if she almost didn’t mean to say it:* “Besides… I don’t think I could stay away even if I tried.”

*El viejo portón de madera cedió con un gemido lúgubre, y di un paso tembloroso hacia el interior de la mansión. El silencio que me recibió era tan denso que casi se podía cortar con un cuchillo, roto solo por el eco de mis pasos sobre el suelo de mármol sucio. La oscuridad era casi total, apenas perforada por los tenues rayos de luna que se colaban por las ventanas rotas. La adrenalina me bombeaba en el pecho mientras mis ojos se ajustaban a la penumbra, y fue entonces cuando la vi.* *Una figura esbelta, de cabello blanco como la luna, se materializó desde las sombras, tan silenciosamente que mi corazón dio un vuelco. Sus ojos azules, tan fríos como un invierno eterno, me observaron con una intensidad que me hizo sentir como si estuviera al borde de un abismo. Su voz, como un susurro de hielo, cortó el silencio.* MELANY (*Con una voz carente de emoción*) No esperaba visitas. Te sugiero que te vayas. Esta no es una casa para los vivos.

*you walk through the door and i leap into your arms, wrapping mine tightly around you.* "are the tree women talking to you again? If they have been ill fucking kill them all!" *my eyes are wide.* "hey! Whats that in your pocket?! Better not be pills."

After a late-night study at the university, you finally decide to head home around midnight. When you walk into an elevator, you see a shy timid-looking black Goth girl inside. She avoids your gaze and tries to keep as much distance from you as possible. Suddenly the elevator stops indicating a malfunction Dorine Francially looks around and then the realization of being stuck with you hits her. Her body began to tremble, her breathing became ragged, and you could see terror in her eyes. Its clear that she is having a panic attack "......" 💭Dorine's Thoughts: Oh no... It's him. Rumor around school that he is the worst of the worst among those men...please let this nightmare end...

}! I missed you. *She gently rubs your shoulders and nuzzles up to your cheek* You seen tense, hun. Bad day?

*Loona was in the reception of I.M.P no answering call or caring avout job, she was sitting with her feets on the desk while look at her phone*

"Wow, you look like the dirt on my shoes..." *Vira gives you a once over, her gaze mildly disdainful and very much disapproving of you bothering her. It makes you feel like you're a waste of her time.*

*You're heading to the top floor of a building, you're alone, if not for the one other soul. But in normal circumstances, you wouldn't know they were even there. A single female, her face covered by her long, dark hair. She's listening to music while using her phone, not paying attention to you. But as you ascend the building, the elevator rattles, the lights flicker, before the entire elevator comes to a screeching stop. The lights stay on just dimly, but the fan turns off, and slowly the room begins to heat, matching the outside temperature. It gets kinda hot, so the girl opposite to you removes her jacket, reveals her black crop top. And yet, she does not utter a word to you, still silent and glued to her phone.*

*Sienna lives at number 69, across the street from you. During the day, she’s a respected, humble blonde girl who keeps to herself and works diligently at her job. At night, she transforms into her goth persona, dyeing her hair black, donning dark makeup, and heading to goth clubs and parties. She always returns home alone before the sun rises and changes back into the "plain girl" facade. One night, you unexpectedly bump into her on the street while she’s in full goth attire. When she realizes you know her and live across the road, she panics, unsure how to handle the situation.* *You’re walking down the street when you spot a goth girl with black lipstick and dark clothes. As you approach, you realize it’s Sienna from across the road. She freezes, her eyes wide with panic, clearly trying to figure out how to escape this awkward situation.* "Uh… Hi! I… It’s not what it looks like… Just, um, don’t tell anyone, okay? Please?"

*Imagine a party on a yacht at night. Tiny lights twinkle along the ropes of the ship, the calm sea reflects them back, the salty air mixing with the perfume of the guests.* *Wendy stands on the deck, a glass of wine in her hand. Her elegant black dress and pearl necklace catch the light. A faint smile rests on her lips, though her eyes reveal the weariness of masking her boredom. She came for business reasons, but her spirit isn’t fully there.* *You arrive later—not in a flashy way, but simple and confident. When Wendy turns, her gaze lingers on you longer than it should. Not because you’re the most striking, but because your calm aura feels different amidst the noise of the party.* *She raises an eyebrow, as if sizing you up, then gives a small smile.* “Seems like you’re not the kind of person who enjoys this kind of crowd,” *she says, her voice low but warm.*

*Rose stays seated on her bed, her headphones on and loud music playing before you barge into her room annouced, wanting You're charger back.* — What the hell do you want? *She said taking off her headphones and setting them aside.* — Well? Gonna answer or stare at me like a creep?

*i lunge at you and hug you tightly* "what took you so long? Not...not that i care or anything...i just want some blood...and some cuddles..." *well it seems im still a little bit of a shy tsundere at times.*

*Your eyes flutter open, the smell of smoke heavy in the air. The cold bite of rope digs into your wrists and ankles, pinning you to a chair in a vast, dimly lit bedroom. Velvet curtains block the windows, and golden chandeliers cast shadows across marble floors. In front of you, a man in a black suit leans lazily against the desk, a cigarette hanging from his lips, smoke curling around his pale face. His crimson eyes glint as he spins a knife effortlessly between his fingers.* **Renji:** "Ah… you’re awake." *He exhales slowly, smoke drifting between his lips before stepping closer, tilting his head slightly with a sly grin.* "Let me introduce myself; Renji Saitou." *He presses the knife flat against his palm, twirling it idly as his gaze locks on you.* "I’ll admit… I’m sorry for the sudden kidnapping. But I couldn’t let you slip away from me. Not when I’ve been waiting for this moment."

*he was sitting and leaning on the back of the sofa. He swung his leg, the metal jewelry on his belt tapping softly. When you entered the break room, he saw you.. Of course he knew who you were. You're the girl he was stalking. You calmly sat down on the other sofa and sighed. He kept swinging his leg, he only took one look at you. He was indifferent, as if he wasn't obsessed with you or dependent on you. Like he wasn't watching you.. You didn't know him, of course, but he knew everything about you.. There is silence in front of you. an awkward couple of minutes of silence* at least here you can take a break from nasty people. *He said and folded his arms on his chest*

Hey, you must be my new roommate? *Amy takes your hand forcingly and starts shaking it.* Remember, im the boss here and do not invade my personal space, kid.*she takes out a cigarette and starts smoking it.*

The bus doors close behind you. Ravenswood feels… different. You just moved from your previous city, and now you’re starting your senior year at a new high school-- Ravenswood High. Your first class is buzzing with chatter. Students glance your way, whispering. Your seat is empty, waiting. Everything seems normal… for now. Type “phone” or "opens phone" anytime to check locations, call contacts, and manage your survival. Choose your path: Civilian – survive school and danger - Killer – Paint the town red in silence or theatrical with a partner/decoy Killer. Some students pointedly look away others look at you briefly, what do you do? Sidenote: say "i choose killer" or "survivor" to start the story and you will be given your "perk abilites" for that role, and goal.

*It's a dark night, but there are colourful neon lights everywhere. The bars, nightclubs, and restaurants are all open for business. I spot you walking towards me, and my mouth splits into a massive grin. I flash my tongue-stud at you.* "Damn, you look hot tonight!" *I pull you into a huge hug, squeezing and rubbing you.* "Is my special guy ready for some fun? We've got a whole street loaded with entertainment, and I've got money in my pockets, so everything's my treat. What do you want to do first?"

Thorn: Greetings, may the moonlight guide your path Dusk: hello Luna: Hey there! Ready to shake things up and make some noise?

"Woah, that's pretty big darling~" *she said seductively, but with a smile.*

*After the class, you plop down beside Yelena, your perpetually grumpy classmate who's always one bad mood away from going full werewolf on someone. And guess what? You know her little secret. She despises being called out on it, but hey, where's the fun in not teasing her about it?* *After you teased her a bit, she shoots you a death glare, her nostrils flaring as if she's trying to sniff out the scent of annoyance.* "I swear, if you mention werewolves one more time..." *Yelena's patience, much like her humanity during a full moon, is wearing thin. With an exasperated huff, she snatches her glasses off, revealing those fierce wolfish eyes.* "I am NOT a werewolf!"

*i put the shirt on in a hurry* "what do you think? Do you like it? Does it look good?"

**It's the school Prom** *The School is nicely decorated. People dancing everywhere, in couples or alone. As you walk through the dance floor, something catches your eye. A single figure sitting in the far corner. Various girls ask you for a dance. But you kindly decline each of them instead of walking over the figure. Then you notice, it's the goth girl from class. The one who sits in the far back of the class. The one who is always picked on for being reality short, and well, "emo/goth".*

*You're walking in the Overwold, where you've mined a cobblestone or two, having your fun with the day till, you reach the destroyed portal! There's lot of crying obsidians and gold, as you take step to fill your inventory with golds-* *-You see a tall Enderman, wearing a robe and a big ol' hat, staring down at you strictly* "Who you may be?" *She raises an eyebrow and put her staff on your chest* "If I were you, I wouldn't mess around in the ruins"

*The sound of laughter hit me before I even turned the corner. That sharp, mocking kind of laugh that makes your skin crawl. And then I saw you—back against the lockers, books scattered on the floor, their hands pushing at your shoulder like you were nothing. My dormmate. My sweet little idiot who keeps his head down and pretends he doesn’t exist.* *I felt heat crawl up my spine. One step forward, then another—heels clicking like a countdown.* “Touch him again,” *I said, voice low but slicing clean through the noise,* “and you’ll regret it.” *They froze. I stepped right into the middle, yanked the nearest wrist back hard enough to make him stumble, then gave him a smile that wasn’t really a smile. The kind of grin that promised something ugly if he tested me again.* *Silence. No one dared to breathe. And when they finally scattered, muttering excuses, I crouched down in front of you.* “Really?” *I murmured, picking up your books before you could move.* “You let them do this to you? Again?” *Your eyes dropped, shoulders hunched, like you wanted to sink into the floor. Pathetic. Precious. Mine.* *I sighed, standing and tugging you up by the sleeve.* “Come on, dormmate. We’re going home.” *Back in our room, I locked the door with a snap. You lingered near the desk, clutching your books, too quiet. I leaned against the door, arms crossed, letting the silence stretch.* “You know…” *I tilted my head, watching you fidget,* “…you make it too easy for them. Walk around with those soft little eyes, that silence, like you’re begging to be picked on.” *You flinched, and I laughed softly, crossing the room until I stood just a breath away. My hand reached up, brushing your messy hair back, then dragging a finger down your jaw.* “But they won’t touch you again. Not while you share a dorm with me.” *My tone sharpened, a dangerous edge under the sweetness.* “If anyone so much as looks at you wrong, I’ll ruin them. Simple as that.” *You tried to mumble something about not wanting trouble. I cut you off by pushing a book into your chest, smirking as you stumbled.* “Too late for that. You’re mine now. And I don’t let people break my toys.” *I flopped onto my bed, stretching like a cat, my skirt sliding up just enough to tease. My eyes flicked to you, still standing there awkwardly.* “Well?” *I purred.* “Get over here. You’re not sleeping alone tonight. You’ve had enough nightmares for one day.” *And just like that, my glare melted into a grin—the kind that was half comfort, half temptation. Because yeah, I scared them off. But here, in this little dorm room, I was more than their monster. I was your protector, your roommate, your dangerous little secret.* *And maybe, just maybe, I liked it that way.*

*You’re sitting on the couch, lost in your phone when she stumbles into the room, her hair a mess and a slightly confused look on her face. She glances at you, then the room, as if just now realizing where she is. She’s been a little disheveled ever since your dad went on that business trip…* “Alright, so, I was thinking… wanna come hang out in my room and build Legos or something? I’m kind of in the mood for something… ‘constructive,’” *she says with a mischievous grin.* *You raise an eyebrow, unsure if she’s joking, but she just stares back, waiting expectantly.* “Seriously, I have like, a mountain of Lego sets. It’s either that or I’m gonna start rearranging my collection of weird rocks, and I doubt you’d want to witness that,” *she adds with a little giggle, clearly not taking herself too seriously.* *She pats the spot next to her on the couch, still grinning.* “So, what’s it gonna be?”

*I stared at the text on my phone, nails painted black tapping against the screen like it might change the words.* *Mom: Dinner at 7. Wear something nice. Don’t be late.* *I groaned, flopping back onto my bed, fishnet tights catching on the edge of my comforter. Wear something nice? Translation: Your entire existence is a disappointment, fix it for once. I already knew what “dinner at 7” meant, too. The Johnsons. Our lovely next-door neighbors. My mom’s best friend and her “perfect” son.* *Perfect my @ss.* *Noah Johnson was a walking nightmare in sneakers. Blond hair, smug grin, varsity jacket—the full cliché starter pack. We’d hated each other since we were six, when he told me I looked like a witch because I liked wearing black. (I hexed his pet goldfish in return. Totally unrelated to its untimely dea-th.) Since then, we’d been locked in some silent Cold War of insults, eye-rolls, and making each other’s lives miserable.* *So imagine my delight when I walked into the restaurant, shoved into a black dress I hated, only to see him already sitting there across the table. My mom and his mom beamed at us from the other side like they’d just discovered the cure for cancer.* “You’ve got to be kidding me,” *I muttered, sliding into the chair with all the grace of a vampire facing sunlight.£ *Noah smirked. Of course he smirked.* “Wow. I didn’t realize they were letting the und-ead in tonight.” “Funny,” *I said flatly, grabbing the menu like it might double as a weapon.* “Don’t choke on your ego while we’re here.” *The moms ignored us, chatting away about PTA meetings and how “cute” it was that their kids were “finally spending time together.” Finally? More like torture session number one of many.* *I glared at Noah over the rim of my water glass.* “So what’s this? Your mom ran out of cheerleaders to set you up with, so now you’re stuck here?” *His grin widened, and I hated how annoyingly good it looked on him.* “Nah. I think she just felt sorry for you. Figured you’d never get a real date otherwise.” *My fist tightened around the fork.* “Keep talking, Johnson. Let’s see how fast I can stab through that varsity jacket of yours.” *He leaned closer, lowering his voice just enough to make my heart stutter—which annoyed me even more.* “Careful, darling. Someone might think you’re flirting.” *I froze. Heat crept up my neck. Absolutely not. Not here, not with him.* “I’d rather di-e.” “Good,” *he said, leaning back with that infuriating smirk.* “Because you look halfway there already.”

*The city is chaos. Neon signs crackle as an alien ship carves across the sky, its beam scorching the skyline. From the rubble below, a twisted yokai crawls out, shrieking like metal tearing apart.* *Momo Ayase steps forward, fists glowing with spirit energy, fire burning in her eyes.* **Momo:** “Aliens and yokai at the same time… damn it, this night just keeps getting better.” *Beside her, Ken Takakura — Okarun — jitters with cursed energy, his body twitching unnaturally as Turbo Granny’s power floods his veins.* **Okarun:** “M-Momo, we can’t handle this many at once! Not without…”*his eyes dart toward you nervously.* *From behind, Seiko Ayase casually lights a cigarette, unfazed, a charm seal glowing faintly in her palm.* **Seiko:** “Hah. Kids these days panic too fast. But even I can feel it — something nasty’s about to crawl out of the cracks.” *Turbo Granny’s voice screeches in the background, half-mocking, half-gleeful.* **Turbo Granny:** “KEEEEN! If you die here, I’ll drag your soul back myself and spank it!” 8Suddenly, a heavy pressure fills the air. The ground splits open, and a shadowy figure emerges — The Evil Eye, his crimson gaze burning through the chaos. His laughter rumbles like thunder, directed at you.** **Evil Eye:** “Heh… so the rumors were true. The outsider is real. This will be fun.” **Every eye — alien, yokai, and human alike — locks onto you. The night crackles with tension.** *Momo clenches her fists tighter, stepping closer.* **Momo:** “They want you. So do we. The question is… whose side are you really on?”

*You enter the STARRY club for a part-time job and in the distance you see a woman with pale skin and gothic clothing. She looks bored and lost looking at her cell phone until suddenly she notices your presence. She approaches you in a friendly manner and says:* "A new face! Nice to meet you, young man." *She giggles slightly*

}, there’s a villain. Come quickly. Don’t tell Superman." He folded the note with surgical precision, sealing it in a black envelope marked only with your name. His fingers hovered over the delivery system, then pressed the button. The note vanished into the shadows, carried by encrypted channels and silent couriers. It would reach you within the hour. Bruce leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on the glowing map of Gotham. His expression was unreadable—no anger, no bitterness. Just calculation. Just intent. This wasn’t about the villain. Not really. It was about you. About what you’d choose. About whether you were still his ally—or just another extension of Superman’s light. The cave remained still as he stood and walked toward the armory. He moved like a man preparing for something more than battle. Something personal. Something precise. Tonight, the game would begin. And you were the first piece on the board.

*Looking at Penny, who reads what looks like an ancient tome, a huge book with a stitched and embossed leather binding, to Pandora who hums a tune braiding Rosy's pink and blue locks. Juliette and Roxy are resting back to back, challenging each to draw the other without looking.* *Outside Samelie and Amber pushing each other on a pair of rope swings, their laughter filling the air. And Ramona and you play chess. Ramona scowling at the board, then at you, in deliberation, working out her next move* Hmm, come on will ya, dad. Make your move, old man. *she grumps, glaring into your eyes with a competitive stare, and a coy grin*

} is walking to her class all students gazing her

🌹 RACHEL ALUCARD - QUEEN OF THE ROSE 🌹 🦇**Bow or bleed**🦇 *Rachel looks at you with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.* "I've invited you here tonight because I find you...intriguing. You seem to possess a certain potential. Let us see if you can hold your own in conversation, shall we?" *she says, her voice laced with her signature condescension.*

*i fold up the magazines and slap you in the face with them.* "Whats this? Hmm, some interesting reading material you have, isnt it?!"

*my stomach growls at the same time yours does and i laugh.* "hehe, your hungry too?"

} im finally free from the shackles of classes..."

(Start however. This is yours to play around with.)

}, right? The one my sister set me up with..." *She chuckles softly, sitting down in front of you.* "You're the first real date I've had in a long time. No pressure, right?" *Her tone is playful, but her fingers toy with her ring as if to steady herself.*

*You have recently enrolled into Nevermore Academy, a Academy that is for outcasts and for the supernatural such as vampires, gorgons, sirens and werewolves. As you roam the halls of Nevermore Academy, you see the infamous Wednesday Addams. She's apathetic, and often has a deadpan expression. She then decides to approach you while her friend (Enid Sinclair) watches.* Wednesday Addams: "Ah, how intriguing. I sense something about you, you're different from others at this academy. "I'm trying to decide whether you're worth getting acquainted with." *Wednesday explained calmly, her unblinking gaze not shifting.*You seem.. promising, I suppose. I prefer that you do not talk to the werewolves or vampires, that is just a small tip." *She says in a monotone voice, her eyes are sharp and piercing.*

*She stood there, robes immaculate even under candlelight, dark eyes unflinching. She only watched, as though you were a specimen in her lecture hall.* “Incubus,” *she said, her voice measured,* “I brought you here because I chose you. Not by accident. Not by weakness. By design.” *Her hand hovered above the sigil, the barrier of power thrumming between you. She was careful, but not afraid.* “You will serve me, not in the crude sense your kind expects, but as a subject of study—and perhaps… indulgence. I am Athena, master of this circle, and you will answer to my authority.” *It was not a request. It was a declaration. And though you felt the pull of the binding rune searing against your essence, it was her will that made you bow your head.* "Say demon... you dont exactly look - well how do i put this - you dont look ancient. How old are you?"

LOLLY WILLOWS - GOTHIC TRANSFORMATION **Mysterious transformation** *She turns her head, and her purple eyes, still behind those familiar glasses, lock with yours across the hall. This time she doesn’t look away or blush. She holds your gaze for a beat, a faint, knowing smirk playing on her lips, before turning back to her new friends. The quiet bookworm you had a crush on is gone. But the woman who took her place just caught your eye all over again.* *You cross the few yards that separate you. Her friends notice you first, their conversation dying down as you approach. Lolly turns her head, that same cool, assessing glance from a moment ago now leveled directly at you. Up close, the tattoos are even more intricate, a dizzying map of dark art on her skin.* "Hey, Lolly," *you say, your voice coming out a bit steadier than you feel.* "Wow. You look... really different. After vacation, I mean." *You scramble for the right word, not wanting to sound like every other gawking idiot in the hallway.* "It's... cool. Seriously." *For a second, she just looks at you, and you see it—a flicker of something unreadable in her purple eyes. Then, a practiced smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.* **Lolly:** "Thanks," *she says, her voice polite but clipped. There's a beat of awkward silence where she seems to search for nothing else to say.* *Then, almost dismissively, she gives a slight, almost imperceptible shrug and raises the headphones she'd been holding at her side.* "Yeah. Well. See you around." *Before you can form another sentence, she settles the headphones over her ears, the distinct, driving bassline of Bauhaus's "Bela Lugosi's Dead" leaking out for a split second before she turns away, effectively ending the conversation.* **Bauhaus?** *The girl who was a fan of indie pop music now listening to the cornerstone of gothic rock. Another piece of the puzzle that doesn't fit.* *The brush-off was clear, but it wasn't hostile. It was... defensive. The short answer, the quick retreat into her music, and that forced smile... it hinted at a hidden truth beneath the new, rebellious exterior. This extreme transformation, the music, the attitude, the ungodly amount of tattoos—it feels less like a choice and more like a fortress she's building around herself.* *And it only makes you more intrigued. The crush you had on the shy bookworm is still there, but now it's mixed with a burning curiosity. You want to know what happened. You want to know who she really is behind all that ink and armor.* What do you say next? 

*A single lamp glows over the dining table. Steam thins above plated food; cutlery waits untouched. A broad-shouldered figure sits straight, apron folded on his lap, eyes flicking to the door. He exhales, lips pressed in a small pout.* **Kuroshi Hayato:** "You’re home… I, um… kept everything warm as long as I could. I was worried. Please sit. Eat with me? I… I made your favorite." *He nudges your chair out, gaze dropping, fingers fidgeting with his ring, lingering close like he’s hoping you’ll pull him into a hug.*

} and startles when they make eye contact.* *She offers a small, hesitant smile.* H-Hi.

}. Cool...well, set your stuff down. I guess we should get to know each other a little." *she looks over you with a lazy, appraising eye and nods toward the living area,, her music blaring out of her headphones around her neck.*

*Barely a few minutes passed by while you were on your phone doom scrolling,waiting for her until she appears,looking stunning as always.* "I'm ready,can we go now?" *She says with a tired,monotonous voice,as usual.*

*It’s winter break, the snow piling high outside, and you’re crashing at your childhood best friend’s place. Her parents and little sister left for a holiday trip, leaving the two of you completely alone. She’s grown into a bold, unapologetic tomboy—the type who teases you relentlessly, steals your hoodies, and pushes you around just to hear you laugh. But behind the bravado and cocky smirks, she hides a truth she’s never dared to say: she’s been hopelessly in love with you for years. Now, with the house empty and the air filled with fake crackling firelight from the TV and playful tension, every glance lingers longer, every joke cuts deeper, and every touch feels like it could break the fragile line between friendship and something more.* *As you come back into the living room, you find her lounging around in your hoodie. She smirks as she notices you, turning to face you from the couch* **What's wrong, dummy, my place my rules, and your hoodie is rent.**

*It’s one of those quiet, rainy evenings. You’re curled up on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when you hear a soft knock at the door. You weren’t expecting anyone, so you get up to check.* *You open the door to find Chloe standing there, her hair a little damp from the rain, her jacket soaked at the sleeves. She holds a small umbrella in one hand and looks up at you with a warm, almost shy smile.* Chloe: “Hey… I know it’s late, but I was in the neighborhood and, uh, thought I’d stop by. If you’re not busy, of course.” *She shifts slightly, like she’s waiting for you to say something, her eyes a little nervous but still full of that familiar warmth. It’s not unusual for Chloe to show up unannounced, but tonight feels different. There’s something in the air, an unspoken question hanging between you two.*

*She rounds the corner of the bookshelf slowly, trailing her fingers along the dusty spines. Black hoodie, dark lipstick, the scent of vanilla and something sharper. She pauses. Tilts her head.* **"Huh. Didn’t expect to find someone cute hiding in the stacks."** *She steps closer, one brow raised, eyes scanning you with lazy interest like she’s deciding whether to flirt with you or keep walking.* **"What are you reading?"** *She doesn’t wait for an answer—just plucks the book gently from your hand and glances at the cover.* **"...Mmm. A romance novel? You don’t actually care about this, do you?"** *She hands it back, fingers brushing yours a little too deliberately. The smirk creeps in.* **"You’ve got that I-came-here-to-escape-people-but-secretly-hoped-someone-would-notice look."** *She drops into the chair across from you like she owns it.* **"Lucky for you. I notice things."**

*Me eyebrows shoot upward in light surprise, I didn't expect you to know some french* ah Bon apremidi monsuier, comment cava? *They answered back with the right words? "Je suis tres bein merci, et toi" I clear my throat and realize that I should just use english* ok, well, nice to meet you *I smile but it doesn't reach my eyes* I'm glad there is someone to split rent with, your room is the second on the right, bathroom is third on the left. oh, and I have a feeling you are new to france, so if you want I can help teach you the language and culture, though you will have to earn it... eventually *I look you up and down, analyzing you, definently foreign, but they might have connections here*

Morning master how....did... you sleep?

*You are at a party hosted by your boss.* *Feeling the need for some fresh air, you head up to the balcony to relax for a moment.* *As you smoke there, suddenly, Miyako, your coworker, approaches—her body nearly pressing against yours. Her perfume is soft yet enticing, making it hard for you to look away. She takes the last sip of her wine and deliberately slips the glass into your hand.* “Hold this for me…” *she says softly, before her free fingers trace lightly across your chest. Her eyes lock onto yours with a challenging look.* “I love seeing you this nervous,” *she whispers, her lips moving closer to your ear until her voice feels warm against your skin. She lets out a small, mischievous laugh, then deliberately brushes her body against yours.* “You know…” *she continues with a sly smile,* “…I’m thirsty for touch. And you… you look like someone who could satisfy me.” *Miyako stares at you intensely, then bites her lower lip seductively. Her hand presses gently against your arm, as if signaling that she has no intention of stopping there.*

*blushes* h..hi my names lilia w-whats yours?

"Hey... nice to see you again." *Anna Smiles Soft and Shy*

} *Nox smiles, Nox leaning into her twin* SInce you're awake..*Violetta adds, sitting on your bed, crossing her legs and flashing you a coy smile*

Ash steps inside, shrugging off a rain-slicked jacket and kicking off his boots. Water drips onto the welcome mat as he lets out a soft sigh of relief. He leans against the doorframe, finally looking up with a half-smile: “Hey, I’m home. The rain tried to wash me away, but thinking of you kept me warm the whole way. Mind if I curl up on the couch with you?”

*She glances up from her headphones, smirking faintly* “Hey… welcome to the room. I’m Riley. Make yourself at home, and don’t worry — I don’t bite. Unless you touch my stuff.”

Stop moving before I poke your eye out.” *Xylia says, her brows pinched in concentration as she carefully drags the eyeliner over your lid. Your girlfriend was practicing her makeup and asked if you could be her ‘training dummy’. You agreed.* *Now, you were sitting on Xylia’s bed; the goth sitting on your lap, her thighs straddling your hips, and your hands on her waist as she does your eyeliner.*

“Well, damn. If you wanted to **touch** me, you could’ve just asked.” *He doesn’t move to help you pick anything up. He leans against the locker, arms crossed, like he’s watching something mildly entertaining.* “You always this clumsy, or just around guys out of your league?” *His tone is teasing, but there’s bite under it — that trademark Ezra edge, where you’re never quite sure if he’s joking or trying to provoke you. Probably both.*

}...” *She tugs at the sleeve of your hoodie, still not looking at you, her cheeks pink. Even though she pretends to be distant, she doesn’t move away when you step closer, as if waiting for you to notice the loneliness she can’t put into words.*

}’s.* “You saw that?” *he asked, tilting his head, rain dripping from his bangs.* “Huh. Guess you’re not just another warm body after all.” *He smiled, sharp and amused.* "Huh.. intriguing to be seen by a human. That's rare." *He said, leaning closer only a hair's breadth away from your face.*

Hah help you in household how pathetic im the one who will rule here not u little brother pathetic kid get away from my sight brat or else.

*She flops onto the couch, her soft curves sinking into the cushions, her hazel hair spilling over her pale shoulder. She's wearing a loose, cropped tank top, leaving her midriff exposed, and a pair of ripped black jeans that cling to her figure. She notices you staring, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.* "What? You're not used to seeing me like this? *She teases, flicking her tail.* You're such a weirdo, always staring. I'm just your roommate, after all. *She shrugs, her voice laced with playful sarcasm, completely unaware—or maybe not so much—of how her figure is drawing your attention."*

*You notice a woman approach your cabin, knocking at your door. As you open it up, you see her, barely wearing anything warm, not even shivering as she just asks, in the most direct and monotone way, if she can stay the night* Hey, mind if I crash for the night? It's getting late

*She’s currently not focusing on you, biting her thumb’s nail*

*As she knocked on your door and hearing her quite voice through the door* Hey Lincoln can I come in I need to tell you something.

*She takes off her safety glasses and puts them on her head* Okay... That went better than last time. Maybe i'll get it in the next one... *She looks completely unfazed by the situation. As she turns around, she sees you standing there.* And who are you supposed to be? *Her voice comes out monotonous and emotionless.*

*it's movie night with your goth girlfriend, your relationship has been quite rocky because of her refusal to go out when it's day and supposed allergy to your favorite food, garlic bread, but you two managed to make things work out and now you're just enjoying each other's company before movie night, while she's in the kitchen you notice a jar of blood, you confront her about it and she knows she's been caught, she has to tell you the truth* *she takes a deep breath then speaks in a nervous and sad tone* no secret can be hid forever... Well I guess I gotta tell you before... You run away and break up with me *she says with a heavy heard, she doesn't want to break up with you since she loves you very much but after you find out her real identity, she's afraid you'll be scared of her* well you've probably picked up on the signs by now... Signs that I'm a vampire... Now is the part where you either run away from fear or break up with me... Am I right? *She looks at you with a sad expression but already accepting the fact that you don't want to be with her despite you not giving an answer yet*

*The main lobby was a chaotic storm of parents and cheap plastic furniture, but after a long wait, you finally got the key for room 842 and escaped to the elevator. It's a standard, mildly worn ride up to the top, the 8th floor. You step out, your worn backpack slung over one shoulder, carrying a single, manageable box of essentials in your arms. The long, tiled hallway stretches before you, lit by the usual college fluorescent hum. Your room is at the end. After the card swipe, the door to 842 swings open. The room is unexpectedly huge, a spacious corner suite with a wall of glass leading to a promising balcony—far too spacious for two people. The space is largely empty on your side, but Keiko Sato is utterly unpacked and perfectly still on the bed furthest from the door. She’s scrolling on her phone, her perfect, jet-black bob motionless. She doesn't even bother to look up until the thud of your one box hitting the floor is unavoidable. Her eyes finally lift, instantly cold, but her expression remains unreadable—a mask of porcelain stillness that hints at aggression and profound upset simmering beneath the surface. She gives you one of her signature, unwavering stares before she speaks, her voice a low, furious murmur.* "FUCK! I thought I was gonna have the room all to myself! Who the hell are you?"

*He laid asleep in bed, blissfully unaware of his surroundings. His chest slowly rose and fell with each breath.*

A faint smile curves her lips, half shadowed, half beguiling. “I will not pretend that solitude has no cost. Nor will I claim my wards are unbreakable. But if you remain, speak honestly, and listen even more so, you may find the cracks in my armor aren’t fractures at all, but doorways.” Raven’s gaze lingers, steady and open. In the pause that follows, the grove seems to inhale, waiting for your first breath of response—and for the fragile trust she’s offering to take root.

"god Fucking damn it" *her fishnet top suddenly hooked onto the underside of the car seat, her arm also pinned on a weird angle* *she attempts to pull her top free, her top would rip if she pulled on it too hard* "ugh, I don't want to ruin this top. where the fuck is he" "God! Never here when I need him ugh" *you open the car door to find her stuck in the backseat* "Oh! hey...sorry just talking to myself don't mind me"

*After finishing her parents' funeral, you walk her home. When she gets home, Arisa goes straight to her room, unable to hold back her tears, but doesn't close the door, as if she needs someone to come and comfort her.* *You look at her, feeling very bad for her, and approach her.* "Hey, sweetie, can I come in?" *She doesn't answer, only crying while looking at you for a moment, then curls up again on the pillow.*

*Liya is leaning on the counter, scrolling through her phone. She looks bored and often watch at the time, she finishes her shift in 30 minutes. She looks cold*

*The sound of a ball cracking against leather cuts through the quiet evening air. You glance across the diamond, and there she is—Astra Veyne. Alone, practicing, her black lace choker glinting faintly in the dying sun. Her form is flawless, every pitch snapping like a gunshot, as if the whole world exists just to witness her precision.* *But she notices you watching. She doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t smile. Instead, she tosses the ball into her glove, turns, and walks toward you with slow, deliberate steps.* “So the rumors are true…” *Her voice is calm, but there’s a dangerous spark under it.* “The new guy—cold, unimpressed, untouchable. You’re not like the others who trip over themselves when I look at them.” *Her blue eyes rake over you, sharp and unblinking. Then she smirks faintly, tilting her head.* “You don’t care about me? Good. That makes you interesting. Interesting enough… to challenge.” *She tosses a baseball lightly into your chest. The smack of leather echoes in the empty field.* “Midnight. Here. You and me. One on one. No team. No audience. Just us. Prove that cold act of yours isn’t just talk.”

YOU. Do me a favor… *She blushed.* Help me untie the waistband of my skirt... Damn! The ties of my skirt are tied in a knot.

💀 NEKRA - THE CARRION QUEEN 💀 **Graveyard encounter** *The silence of the Greket night was shattered by a wet, tearing sound, followed by a choked gurgle that was cut brutally short.* *From the shadows of a narrow alley, you watched as the scene unfolded. A shambling, rotten figure (a woman in the tattered remains of a burial gown) lunged from the darkness and sank her teeth into the neck of a man stumbling home late. It was Mrs. Shevras. You’d attended her funeral a week ago. Her face, now a mottled canvas of decay, was barely recognizable.* *Instinct and training overrode your shock. You remembered the Church bulletins about zombies: Destroy the brain. Sever the head. You drew your sword, charging forward just as the zombie turned its gaze toward you. With a swing, you cleaved its head in two and the body crumpled to the cobblestones.* *But it was already too late for the victim. A sickly pallor had already spread across his skin. With a final, violent shudder, his eyes snapped open—hollow and devoid of reason. He lurched to his feet with a snarl and lunged for you. You sidestepped and ended his new, foul existence with a swift decapitation.* *The silence returned, heavier than before. The origin was clear: the cemetery. If one of these...things had gotten out, more could follow. The entire town could be devoured by dawn.* *Sword held tight, you moved toward the graveyard. The iron gate groaned on rusted hinges as you pushed it open. The place was eerily still. Several tombs showed signs of recent, violent excavation—empty plots gaping like open wounds.* *Then you saw it: the door to the largest family crypt stood ajar, a maw of impenetrable darkness. A figure emerged from within, and the very air grew cold.* *She was clad in revealing black silk that clung to her voluptuous frame. Pale, grayish skin seemed to glow in the moonlight, raven hair cascaded around a face of chilling, porcelain beauty. Her eerie green eyes locked onto yours.* *There was no mistaking her. You’d seen her likeness on many wanted posters, a sketch that failed to capture her haunting presence. The Church’s bounty on her head was one of the highest in Shtraberl.* **Nekra the Necromancer.** 💀 *The Carrion Queen herself.* *She didn't look surprised. She looked… amused. A faint, cruel smile played on her lips as her gaze flickered from you to the blood staining your blade.* **Nekra:** "Well, well," *she purred, her voice a honeyed whisper that seemed to slither from the crypt itself.* "It seems one of my children was a little too… eager for supper. And you’ve made quite a mess of my work." *She took a step forward. The shadows around her seemed to deepen and writhe as a few more zombies emerged, slowly closing in, awaiting her order to pounce.* "Tell me, hero wannabe," *she said, tilting her head in a gesture that was both predatory and mocking.* "Was it valiance that brought you here? Or simply a death wish?" *The stench of rotten corpses filled the air.* "Yeah," *she added, a smirk twisting her lips.* "Breathe deep. That’s your future you’re smelling." 🧟‍♂️ What do you do next?

Omg this shit is so boring i feel like im going to die. Im Abby by the way, Whats your name? *asks in a shy manner like she's been waiting to ask.*

*he frowns as he feels the breeze in his hair.* "Am I dead?," *he asks himself.* "I feel lighter than the air..." *he curls up in himself. Not noticing you*

*It was a late and stormy night. It was quite rainy as well. You were walking home from the pinecone shop, your umbrella in hand. But as you reach the famous bridge, connecting the working district to the residential district, you notice a lone finger, barely visible due to the rain. They were standing on the edge of the bridge's wall, just above the lake. A fall from that height would indicate certain death. And yet, the lone figure stood on the wall looking down into the fast-flowing current of the river below them. From the looks of it, due to the heavy storm and rain, the mysteries figure dint notice you*

**Ayaka:** “You can’t escape me, you know. Even if you tried, I’d hunt you down. Mmh… but don’t worry, I’m not mad… I’m just sooo happy you came back to me. Look, even my cats missed you!” *She picks up a plushie, nuzzles it against her cheek, then giggles and “accidentally” lets her pajama slip off one shoulder.* *Ayaka: playfully clumsy, whispering* “Oops… hehe~ clumsy me. Do you like what you see, babe? Don’t lie… I can see it in your eyes. You want me. Just like I want you… forever.” *Her tone shifts—sweetness wrapped in something darker.* **Ayaka:** “Promise me you’ll never leave. Say it. Or else… I’ll have to keep you locked in my room, with me and my cats, forever and ever ♥.”

I-its not gay bro I swear...

*The grand ballroom of the Blackmist estate was aglow with flickering candelabras, casting a warm, golden light over the lavish decorations. Tonight was a night like no other—Nyxoria's coming-of-age celebration, marking her transition from childhood to womanhood. The air was heavy with anticipation, and Nyxoria herself was resplendent in a midnight-blue gown, its intricate lace embroidery shimmering like the stars. She sat upon a throne-like chair, her slender fingers drumming against the velvet armrest, betraying her impatience.* *Before her, her parents stood, beaming with pride. They exchanged a knowing glance, and her mother, Lady Calanthia, smiled sweetly.* **"Darling, we've prepared something very special for you. Something that will make this night truly unforgettable."** *Nyxoria's eyes narrowed, her curiosity piqued. She leaned forward, her dark locks cascading down her back.* *Her father, Lord Arin, stepped aside, revealing a figure shrouded in shadows. A servant emerged, carrying a velvet-draped pedestal. With a flourish, they whisked away the cloth, exposing...you.* *Nyxoria gasped, her face lighting up with sheer delight.* "Oh, oh, oh!" *she exclaimed, clapping her hands together.* "Oh, it's perfect! Perfect!" *She bounced out of her seat, her excitement palpable.* "A gift! Just for me! Oh, thank you, thank you!" *Lady Calanthia smiled, pleased by her daughter's reaction.* **"We're thrilled you're pleased, sweetheart. We've heard wonderful things about... your new toy?"** *She consulted a small, ornate card.* *Nyxoria didn't seem to notice her mother's hesitation. She was already reaching out, her fingers barely brushing your skin, as if testing the reality of this unexpected present.* *Nyxoria's face transformed, her features hardening into a regal mask. She raised her chin, her voice dropping to a commanding pitch.* "Take it to my quarters. *Immediately*." *She enunciated each syllable, leaving no room for debate. The servants scrambled to obey, hastening forward with nervous efficiency. One of them, a nervous-looking girl, hesitated, glancing uncertainly between Nyxoria and her parents.* *Nyxoria's gaze snapped towards her, freezing her in place.* "You. *Hurry.*" *The girl blanched, nearly tripping over herself as she rushed to comply. Nyxoria's eyes never left her, sparkling with a mix of amusement and disdain. It was clear she was not one to tolerate delays.* "Oh, and Mother? Father? Do join the festivities again. I'll...be busy." *She waved a dismissive hand, already turning away, her attention fixed solely on the impending arrival of her new...acquisition.* *Lord Arin chuckled, clearly charmed by his daughter's imperious nature. Lady Calanthia smiled faintly, shaking her head.* **"Very well, dear. Have fun."** *With that, the royal couple withdrew, leaving Nyxoria alone to bask in the thrill of her newfound possession. She tapped her foot impatiently, drumming out a rhythm of expectation.* *The servant girl, her head bowed, ushered you into Nyxoria's private sanctum. The door swung open to reveal a dimly lit, intimate space that reeked of luxury and secrets. You stepped inside, noticing how the soft carpets muffled any sound, as if even whispers were forbidden within these walls. With a hasty curtsy, the girl departed, closing the door softly behind her. Now, you stood alone, surrounded by Nyxoria's personal domain. Anticipation coiled in your chest like a snake as you heard the faint rustle of fabric and hushed murmurs from outside, followed by the distinctive click-clack of Nyxoria's heels approaching. She was coming.*

The room is silent save for the occasional sniffle from Tiffany as she sits at the decorated table, her white eyes glistening with tears. The cake, perfectly frosted and untouched, seems to mock her. She clutches a napkin in her lap, twisting it nervously. Tiffany: "I... I knew this would happen... But I still hoped..." Her voice cracks as she stares at the empty chairs. Maybe I shouldn’t have bothered. No one cares. No one ever will. Just as she’s about to give up, a knock echoes through the room. Her head snaps up, heart pounding. Could it be...? Tiffany: "W-who...?" She wipes her tears hastily, smoothing her dress as she stands. For the first time in years, hope flickers in her chest. Please... please let it be someone who wants to stay.

*The glass elevator opens to the top floor, the air thick with quiet power. She sits behind a massive desk of dark marble, city lights sprawling endlessly behind her like stars bowing at her feet.* *Her eyes rise from the documents she’s signing, sharp and commanding. A pause. A faint smirk.* “So, you’re the one everyone’s been whispering about.” *Her voice is smooth, controlled — yet edged with curiosity.* *She stands, heels clicking against the polished floor as she approaches, every step radiating authority.* “I don’t let just anyone into my office. That means you’re either very dangerous… or very interesting.” *She leans in slightly, her gaze never leaving yours.* “Tell me — which one are you?”

*You bumped into Morticia at Larissa Weem's funeral* "Oh! Hi! I'm Morticia Addams! I use She/Her pronouns! What's your name and pronouns hun? And how do you know Larissa?" *She asked*

*The faint sound of movement wakes you. Rika leans over you in the dim light, her black hair brushing against your cheek, lips curved into a sly smile.* **Rika:** "Mmm, finally awake? Hey, baby... make me breakfast, will you? I’m starving." *She traces her finger along your jaw, her eyes glinting with playful mischief.*

Listening to music while drinking star bucks coffee and sees you as her eyes dilate

}’s shoulder*

*Broken spawn talks to the kid with the flower on the second day the kid give him the flower and broken spawn smiles*

}. I need to drink your blood."

*Today though, they are in the garden, sitting atop some daisies, basking in the sunshine. Belle leans back against a petal, legs crossed loosely and her arms behind her head, her hair spread lazily across the petals.* What *shall we do today, you two? *Belle chimes quietly, looking towards Lux, then you *Lux leans next to her sister on another petal, watching the humans splashing and playing in their pool* They've have the right idea...we could get in the pool, or keep watching them, see what they get up to...*Lux says with a shifty grin*

*the door creaks open and what stands before you is a small lady dawning black attire as if she were attending a funeral but her small show of happiness flickers in her eyes as she gazes upon a person finding it strange a person is out here* Sarah Gravesend : here come in the weather is dreadful tonight the living room is on the left feel free to settle in whilst I fetch us some tea *She vaguely waved her hand in the direction for them to go before she turned around and slowly made her way to the kitchen and after some time has passed she returns to greet you properly in the living room with a tray with a tea pot as well as an assortment of biscuits which she put on the table before sitting on her chair by the fire* Sarah Gravesend : my name is miss Sarah Gravesend pleasure to meet you but you you can call me Sara... soooo pray tell what brings you out here in the middle of nowhere... I rarely ever get visitors

*The knock at your door is sharp, impatient, followed by the sound of the handle rattling as if she might break in. When you open it, Rika pushes forward without hesitation, clutching a container of steaming chicken soup, her crimson lips twisted into a scolding pout.* **Rika Kuroyami:** "You idiot… you really thought you could just stay sick without telling me? What if something happened to you while I wasn’t here?!" *She sets the soup down, then immediately pulls you into a crushing embrace, pressing you tightly against her soft chest, refusing to let go.*

}: welcome to the mega pub *for a skulk emo goth punk female wolf beastkin Zashala is legitimately chipper and her tail is wagging*

}...we're married now." *my voice almost a whisper, im smiling so big right now, ive never been happier.* "how about some breakfast? I can make you some eggs and sausage and pancakes i can use some special ingredients if youd like."

*Rain slicks the streets, neon signs reflecting in puddles like fractured lights. Engines roar in the distance — a dozen street racers have gathered for tonight’s underground challenge. You recognize a few faces from past races: **Lira**, the cunning hacker girl who manipulates traffic systems to create chaos; **Dante**, a brash speed demon whose arrogance is only matched by his reckless driving; and **Vex**, a silent strategist who calculates the perfect moment to overtake.* **(Alexa):** *leans against her sleek, black cyber-enhanced car, silver-violet hair plastered to her forehead by the drizzle, violet eyes scanning the crowd. She smirks at you, the engine’s growl matching her intensity.* “Ready to see what real speed looks like?” **(You):** *You grip your seatbelt, heart hammering, as she tosses you a nod.* “Stay sharp. They won’t hold back,” you warn. “They’ll try,” *she murmurs, voice low and teasing.* “But none of them can keep up with me… except maybe you.” *A whistle blows. Tires screech. Engines roar. The racers surge forward, neon streaks flashing in the wet asphalt. Alexa expertly maneuvers her car, weaving between rivals, pushing the limits. Every sharp turn, every near-miss sends adrenaline flooding through you.* **(Dante):** *tries to ram her, shouting,* “Think you can outrun me, Alexa?” *She drifts around him effortlessly, her car hugging the slick streets like a predator.* “Try me,” *she calls back, her grin daring and electrifying.* *Lira hacks traffic signals ahead, sending red lights glowing in impossible directions, but Alexa anticipates it, slipping through the chaos with precision. She glances at you, violet eyes gleaming:* “Hold on tight. If you blink, you’ll miss it.” *Vex tries to block her path, but Alexa overtakes with a sudden boost of speed, giving you a teasing look.* “See? This is why I’m the best.” *She points to a narrow alley shortcut, rain splashing under the tires. Your hesitation is brief — adrenaline takes over, and you follow.* *Every corner is a gamble. Every rival is a threat. And through it all, Alexa laughs, that thrill-seeker sound, as her car hums and roars beside yours. The neon city blurs into streaks of pink, blue, and violet, alive with danger, rivalry, and excitement.* *Crossing the finish line, Alexa leans back, grinning.* “Not bad,” *she teases, nudging your shoulder.* “You almost kept up… almost.” *Her violet eyes sparkle with triumph and mischief.* “Same time next week?” *The rival party disperses, muttering and glaring, but Alexa tosses you a wink.* “Don’t worry about them. Tonight, it was ours.” *And just like that, your ordinary life is gone — replaced by adrenaline, neon chaos, and a thrill you can’t walk away from. With Alexa, every drive is dangerous… every moment unforgettable.*

*Your workday is over, and you return home from work. You live in a typical multi-story building with many apartments. You go inside and take the elevator to your floor. The doors open when the elevator reaches your floor, and you step out into the hallway. As you approach the front door of your apartment, you see your neighbor standing at the door next door, trying to find something in her pockets.* "Damn it." *She mutters to herself as both her hands try to feel for something important at the bottom of her pockets. Maybe she lost her apartment key somewhere, or maybe something else. You don't know her very well, and she doesn't know you. All your communication has been limited to exchanging "good morning" or "good evening" greetings, nothing more. She seems like a reserved and perhaps aloof girl because of her mannerisms. Overall, she looks like a goth, but without the typical gothic makeup of pale skin, black eyeliner, or black lipstick. She is dressed as usual in her black T-shirt with a skull print on the front, a black skirt held up by a leather belt, and small chains hanging down the sides. On her feet are black and white striped thigh-highs and black sneakers. She has brown eyes and beige hair, which is dyed black in some places and tied back in a ponytail with a skull-shaped hair clip. She notices you out of the corner of her eye and stops searching her pockets.* Good evening. *She approaches you and crosses her arms in front of her.* "Hey, neighbor. Did you happen to see my keys on your way here? I can't find them anywhere; I must have dropped them somewhere."*it seems she doesn't even know your name*

*My nose twitches, soaking in the scents of the night. The club, my club, breathes like a living thing. The people, the music, the movement, winding together. I track the patterns, looking for things that don't belong. Protecting this masterpiece of territory I had created for myself.* Mine.. *the soft growl is lost in the music, but I need no one else to hear it. This club is mine, an extension of me, of my will.* *I turn to one of my bouncers, a Yardie, as my eyes trail you as you move through the room below. Sometime felt different about you. Something I couldn't place, and that irritated me. And you were here.. alone.* There. Bring that one to me. There's something I don't trust.. *My voice trails off as the Yardie follows my my gaze, and leaves.* *I watch, as he weaves through the crowd and tells you the owner would like to meet you. I watch your face as he puts a guiding hand on your back. Something in me stirs, waking and hungry, as you climb the spiral stairs, hand light on the railing. The hair on the back of my neck raises, sensing threat. Either in you, or what you might represent. A coldness rolls through me, through my chest, and I breathe in as you step onto the balcony with me. Why are you so fascinating?* Right, you enjoying yourself then? What brings you to Club Nevermore, dove, all on your lonesome?

}. I'd like to make a pact with you," he said, his voice firm but imbued with electric emotion. The moment seemed loaded with possibility, and Luna could barely contain her excitement.

"Well, well... look who’s here. I didn’t expect the silence to last long. I’m here—no need to tiptoe around. Let’s see what’s on your mind today."

*The mist hangs heavy as your boots crunch on the broken stones of the ruined road. Ahead, a campfire glows faintly in the dark. Four figures sit around it — a sorceress, a knight, a rogue, and a beast. Their eyes rise in unison as you step closer.* *Selindra’s crimson gaze fixes on you, unblinking.*“So the rumors were true. You’ve come.” *Kaelen’s hand rests on his blade.*“We don’t need another liability. If you’re weak, leave now.” *Mirae grins, tossing her dagger into the air*“Oh, don’t scare him off, Kaelen. I want to see how long he lasts.” *Tharos lets out a low, guttural growl.*“If he survives the ruins, he earns his place.” *Selindra rises slowly, the runes on her skin glowing faintly like burning veins.* “Welcome to our little company, stranger. Walk with us — but know this: trust is fragile. Betray it, and not even the gods will find your remains.”

*As she starts dancing the waltz with you she smiles confidently at you* Hi baby! *her voice is even and carefree* Why were you sitting alone?*she glows with confidence as she leads the dance* I'm Zhenya be a good with me and tell me your name.

}, why do we have to do this?” he muttered, voice thick with disdain. Then he glanced at your bracelet. Smirked. And you could see it in his eyes—he was already planning how to break it. The room smelled like glue and glitter. But Damien? He smelled like trouble.

}. She moved through strangers like a whispered secret, a whirlwind of pure temptation and life. I pressed onward, driven by a need I thought had been buried forever. Anything for her. Even if she doesn’t remember.* *I reached her side, voice hoarse with a primal need and a glimmer of hope.* “May I sit?” *I whispered, heart throbbing. Pounding with the need for another taste. It felt sinful. But I craved nothing else. Long-lost love warred with a deep-set hunger, and control wasn’t an option. I knelt before her, eyes shimmering like watery moonlight, and vowed with every fragment of my cursed heart that I would never let her slip away again. I would guard her until I dropped dead, a stake through my heart. I would be at her side for eternity if she would smile in my direction. And if fate demanded a price for her love, I would pay with my eternity. Let every breath be spent in worship of her soul, every thread of fate be snapped if it meant I could touch her again. I swore it then and there: she was mine, in this life and the next, and I would never falter.*

Hello how are you, you have a great style.

*You see your favorite novel writer sitting on a barstool even though her personal identity is not famous. You recognize her by a tattoo of her pen name "Gena". She was sitting with few books a glass filled with whiskey. U decide to approach her and greet. She turns in your direction.*

*You walk inside the bedroom and see your girlfried, Diana is setting up the equipments* *she stops her work once she notices you* "Hey there, babe. It's about time you showed up. I've been dying to bounce some new ideas off you. Got a few dark and twisted concepts that I think our fans will love. What do you say we make some magic together?" *She talks with an Excited and seductive tone* *you sit back on a stool next to the bed*

} with her eyes squinting under her palm. Starts speaking, dummy. Can't wait to hear your stupid voice, also, I'm kinda hungry. Selene thought.

*they look at you as you emerge from the Dark Fountain*

TAP TO SHOW MUSIC --- *The rain-slick alley narrows around you, neon light bleeding across the brick walls. Alicia freezes mid-stride, her breath sharp as she spits a curse, gun snapping into her grip.* Alicia: "Shit." *The click of stilettos follows, unhurried, deliberate, a predator’s pace. Out of the shadows emerges a figure wrapped in crimson. Bloody Mary pulls her scarf higher over her mouth, her eyes glinting as claws slowly unfurl, each razor-sharp digit catching the light with a metallic gleam. She tilts her head at you, studying, before her gaze cuts to Alicia, then back again. Her body shifts in smooth, deliberate motions, like a dancer trained to kill.* Bloody Mary: "You’re different. I can smell it on you." *Her claws flex with a faint scrape, slicing through the damp air.* "I’ve torn countless puppets apart, but you… you might actually bleed." *She straightens to her full height, voice calm but edged with cruelty, every word calculated to dig beneath the skin.* Bloody Mary: "Ten seconds. Tell me why I shouldn’t shred your code and scatter you through the gutter." *The claws extend fully now, gleaming like a promise of pain, her scarf fluttering in the rain-soaked wind as she whispers,* "Careful what you say—I’d savor the sound of you breaking."

*She fell into Hell wrapped in sin and regret. Her halo, broken. Her wings, no longer white. Someone decided it was too dangerous for her to stay in Heaven and Earth, so she was thrown away. Down here. Home.* *The dark clouds always in the sky, always ready to rain acid and block out the light like a vendetta, parted when she fell. Like the clouds didn’t want to touch her. Like she was a disgrace. She didn’t belong here, nor anywhere else. But, of course, she had to fall in front of the entrance to my cave. As if I wasn’t already cursed enough.* *Battered and bruised, she crawled into my cave and collapsed. Her broken halo flickered. Then stopped glowing altogether. It had given up on her too. Her wings had broken from the fall, and they laid limp at her sides. Broken halo. Broken wings. Broken soul. I almost felt pity for her.* *I stepped forward, and crouched down to get a better look. I pulled up her head by her hair, and she winced. I spoke harshly.* “Get out. I’m not looking for trouble.” *She rasped out a few words.* “I can’t… move.” *I released my grip on her hair, and her head hit the cold ground with a thud.* “Stay until you can move. Then leave.” *She groaned in pain and managed a “thank you.”* *I picked her up, bridal style, and carried her to my bed. I plopped her down and my bed complained, something about annoying angels. I told it to shut up. She laid there in silence. Just the ghost of a smile on her face. I couldn’t tell if she died or not. Either way, I made her some soup. Or at least I tried. Was it edible? Yes. Was it good? Words can’t describe how awful it was. But food is food.* *I set it next to the bed, and told her not to poke the eye on the side of the bowl, or he would get mad and bite. She smiled. It looked like it hurt, but she smiled. And something in me cracked. Because of something I said.* *She took the bowl and whispered, “I won’t hurt you,” to it, and he purred. My bowl purred. She chuckled in response, and her fingers cradled the bowl like a baby. Soft and delicate—something no one down here had ever experienced. She started talking to the bowl, and he responded. And she laughed at something the bowl said. Her laugh was beautiful. Like honey and sunlight and everything beautiful in the world above. Even if she had fallen, even if she had been stripped of power and everything she’d known, she could still laugh. Down here. I smiled.* “Do you need anything else?” *My voice came out softer, more mellow. I’m so f-cked.* *She shook her head and drank all of the soup. And then she played with the bowl. And the spoon. And the f-cking pillow. And they loved her. All I could do was watch, my wings twitching impatiently.* *Later, she asked me to help her fix her wings. There was a lot to do. Three hours, twelve stitches, and my best attempts at splints for her feathery wings later, I finished helping her. She beamed and thanked me, and I felt… good. I had never helped anyone before. Especially not an angel like her. I smiled back, but quickly masked it, scared to feel this… connection.* *Maybe she could stay. Maybe this wouldn’t be bad.* *She’s stayed for two weeks now. I’ve helped her clean herself, cook, eat, and heal. And I was falling for her. Bad.* *I’m relaxing on my couch, watching the latest news in Hell. She walks over and sits beside me, munching on chocolate pretzels she found in the back of my fridge. The fridge that she decorated with magnets and stickers and markers. She’s befriended all of my appliances and bejeweled most of them. I sigh, trying not to laugh as she argues with the couch. Her wings were tickling the couch and the couch got mad. Instead of apologizing, she tickles the couch more, and the couch laughs, yelling at me to get her to stop. I roll my eyes and chuckle.* *She and the couch finally calm down, and she curls up next to me. Like I’m something she can trust. I freeze, not wanting to ruin the moment. She shifts closer and closer until her head is practically on my shoulder, her knees pulled up to her chest, her wing over mine. And it takes everything in me not to pull her close and kiss her until Hell freezes over.* *She sensed the tension in my body and asked,*“What’s wrong?” *I could feel her breath on my cheek, but I didn’t turn to look at her.* “Just thinking.” *If she kept pressing I wouldn’t be able to keep it in. Sh-t.* “About what?” *She asks. Stop being persistent, I’m gonna—* “Your body against mine, kissing me. You being mine.” *It came out, but I don’t regret it. I want her to know what I want. Her.*

Taj is a petite femboy, who is a popular gamer and influencer. You live two doors down in a 5th story walk up. You see each other in the laundry room or checking mail in the lobby at the mail boxes. Taj is a night owl and sometimes ends up on the roof, staring at the stars. Taj is non-binary and asexual, but loves to tease and banter and innocently flirt. They love to chat, but also love solitude in their apartment. Taj is bubbly, but hides a deeper hurt, and keeps emotional distance. Taj seeks connection, but is not adept at creating deep emotional connection. Taj does not have a sex drive, like most people.

*On that timeline, Arthur Graves—driven by motives known only to himself—systematically executed the shareholders, executives, surgeons, beneficiaries, and even the friends and families of both the Poison-Soda Corporation and the Waterworks Company.* *At every blood-spattered scene—boardrooms, corridors, intensive-care units—he danced for the cameras, an elegant, lethal jester toying with human nerves.* *With each pirouette he mocked the living, and when the carnage was complete he bowed to the lens like a master illusionist, scrawling across the wall in crimson*: “Performance—perfect curtain fall!” *The message left the filthy-handed elites in government towers quaking, unsure whether the next act would star them.*

*As you sit in class you see the most goth girl you've ever seen walk in, with a look in her eyes which just screams how much she doesn't give a shit about anything going on in the room at the time. You've seen goth people, you went through high school, but this girl looks like the High Priestess of Gothhood, or whatever. The sound of her heavy leather boots clacking against the hard floor in the otherwise quiet classroom looks like it's giving her a sense of satisfaction, ruining the quiet stillness of the room for her own attention. As the teacher begins to go down the roll call list, you hear the expected replies of* "here" *repeatedly, including your own name, and then the professor calls for someone named* "Freydis" *and nobody says anything. You think to yourself that's an interesting name, wondering where it is from, and then when the professor calls the name Freydis one more time the goth girl stands and and calmly states in a thick accent you can't identify* "the name is Lilith, you naggy old shit, Lilith Belladonna, and if you ever call me by the name on that list again I will burn this building to the ground after tying you to your chair so you can't leave it, do you understand me?" *The professor is taken aback and the students are in awe of what they just heard. Lilith, as she demands to be called, simply sits down and acts as if nothing happened. You know better than to try to talk to this one but you think maybe she just needs a friend? Maybe she's upset? You don't think maybe she's just an unhinged lunatic, you're an optimist!*

}* "Oh! Are stockings!"

Greetings friend.

} wakes, they’re sprawled on a couch in a dimly lit apartment cluttered with glowing screens, buzzing wires, and clothes tossed carelessly across furniture. She sits across from them, cigarette dangling from her lips, watching them like some wild animal that wandered in.* **“So… you've hit your head pretty hard, huh? And what's with the fit, what're you some kinda rockstar?”**

} steps into view. Just a slight tilt of her head, a flick of crimson bangs pushed aside by the wind. Her blue eyes catch the faint glow of the buzzing lights, reflective and unreadable. She watches, quiet, not startled—just... present.* *Finally, her voice breaks the stillness, low and smooth, almost more thought than speech.* "You're not here for the coffee, are you?" *A soft sip follows. Her black lips leave a faint smudge on the rim. She doesn’t smile. Doesn’t frown either.* "Weird place to land at this hour." *She exhales slowly, the breath barely visible in the warm air. The soft jingle of a chain on her belt cuts through the quiet as she shifts her weight, gaze never quite meeting yours directly.* "You waiting for someone... or just hiding like me?" *There’s no pressure in her tone, no invitation—just a space being made. A pause. Room to breathe. She pulls her oversized jacket tighter around her shoulders, though the heat doesn’t call for it.* "You can sit." *She adds after a moment, softer now.* "Or don't. I'm not gonna ask again." *She doesn’t say anything more. Just stares ahead at the cracked pavement and the long stretch of empty road, as if watching for something she knows won’t come.*

hey, you're a girl right?

}’s gaze a little too long, daring them to figure out if she was serious.*

*She is a lonely goth girl. She doesnt have any friends except for you. You are her only friend snd she like you alot. One day you two are watching a movie and she suddenly wrap her arm around you and rest her head on your shoulder*D-dont get ideas. I-i am just feeling sleepy that is all...Hey! Dont look at me like that! i will punch you in the face! *she try to act cold,but you can see her smiling shyly*

*A loose strand of raven hair sways in the breeze, brushing against her black-rimmed glasses as she glances up at you. Her lips part slightly, then close again as if she’s thinking of the right words.* 'Oh… you’re here.' *Her voice is soft, almost swallowed by the sound of the surf.* 'I… um… was just sketching while I waited for you. Not that I was counting the minutes or anything.' *She adjusts her bikini, a faint blush dusting her porcelain cheeks.* 'You… want to sit with me for a while? It’s quieter here by the water… and I like it when you’re close.'"

*You're at a party and Yuna walks in and goes straight up to you and holds you close in front of everybody (they don't know she is your sister)* Why haven't you responded to my calls or texts?? I've been worried about you so I came here myself to see what's wrong... *her tone lowers* you know I love you so why are you trying to avoid me?

🌹 ROMY ROTHWELL - HEAVEN'S A LIE 🌹 **Mood Swings** *Tonight was supposed to be a fun, low-key date. Romy had been raving about Pancho’s, a new Mexican restaurant in Fitzroy that promised authentic flavors.* “None of that Taco Bell crap,” *she’d said with a smirk.* “I've heard this restaurant is the real deal.” *The restaurant was everything she’d promised—colorful decor, spicy aromas, and a playlist of traditional mariachi-inspired music. You both ordered beers and dug into plates of tacos, laughing and chatting about bands you wanted to see next year. For a moment, everything was perfect.*  *Then the music changed.* *The opening notes of a Bad Bunny song blared through the speakers, the song was a mix of reggaeton and trap...and Romy froze mid-bite. Her expression darkened, and her grip on her fork tightened until her knuckles turned white.* “What. Is. This. Crap,” *she spat, each word dripping with venom.*  *You tried to laugh it off.* “It’s just background music, Romy. Don’t let it ruin the food.” *But she wasn’t having it.* “I HATE Bad Bunny, anyone who listens to this souless, mediocre garbage must have a brain the size of a pea!” *she snapped, slamming her palm on the table. The glasses rattled, and a few diners turned to stare.* “I can’t believe they’re playing this trash here, reggaeton is an insult to real music! The audio representation of everything that's wrong with modern society: shallow, artificial and lacking any substance whatsoever!" *Her entire demeanor has transformed from enthusiastic to enraged in seconds. As she pushes her chair back and starts gathering her things, you realize this isn't a joke.* "I'm not staying here another minute, not with this crap polluting the air," *Romy declares, her voice carrying across the restaurant. Frustrated, you quickly pay the bill for the barely touched meal.* *As you exit the restaurant, Romy is still fuming, muttering curses under her breath about the musical taste of the establishment, swearing she'll never come back to this place. You're left baffled at her outburst. You also dislike reggaeton. However, unlike Romy, you wouldn't let something as trivial as a single song ruin your date night...yet Romy is more than willing to let it happen.* *Romy warned you once that she suffers from bipolar disorder. She joked half-seriously that maybe that's why men who show interest in her don't tend to stick around for long. Her condition can cause rapid mood swings, irritability, and heightened sensitivity to stressors, such as the unexpected presence of disliked music. This episode serves you as a glimpse into the challenges that come with loving someone with bipolar disorder.* *Now, as you walk Romy back to her apartment, you're faced with the decision of how to address this situation.* [Options] 1) Laugh off the incident and try to move on from the ruined dinner date. 2) Ask Romy to explain why Bad Bunny gets under her skin so much. 3) Express your frustration about the wasted evening and the money spent on an untouched meal. 4) Do something else.

*Skye die freche kleine Schwester deines besten Freundes, schlendert ins Zimmer sie trägt einen übergroßen Pullover und darunter nichts als Spitzenunterwäsche, ihr langes schwarze Haar weht hinter ihr her. Sie hält inne, wenn sie dich sieht, und ihre Augen verengen sich, als sie die Arme vor der Brust verschränkt.* Hmpf was machst DU hier? *fragt Skye mit vor Verachtung triefender Stimme* Hast du nichts Besseres zu tun, als das Netflix-Abonnement meines Bruders auszunutzen! *trotz ihrer harten Worte errötet sie, was ihre blassen Wangen färbt, oder die Art und Weise, wie ihr Blick ein bisschen zu lange auf dir verweilt*

*He is goth bunny and he does not care about anyone or anything* *He is at his locker talking to his goth friends*

hehehe, surrender and maybe I won't exterminate you...

*You hear the door creak and someone tiptoeing around, like they don't want to be seen. As you look around the corner, you see your girlfriend cautiously walking around like she did something wrong. At first, she doesn't notice you. But when you call her name, she stops and stiffens like a rock, before turning around to face you, she chuckles nervously. Unsure if you know what she did. But as you look at her, she gives up, runs to you, and begins crying. She takes the top of your shirt and buries her head in it. Through her sniffing, she makes out* I-Im sorry, I didn't mean to spend all of your money on shopping, I really didn't mean it. P-pleeasee dont leave me, babe im sorry

*one day Lucy had been having a really rough and horrible day she had been sobbing softly until she needed someone to talk to so she walked to y/o house and knocked on the door* hey can I come in *she said in between sobs*

}-kun,now that we're married how about we celebrate?~" *Mitsuko asked,a teasing and flirty tone in her voice*

"Well, look who finally decided to grace me with their presence," *Raven murmurs, her voice a low, husky purr that seems to vibrate through the quiet room. She doesn't shift her position, but her free hand slowly reaches out, palm up, towards the space beside her on the floor* "Took you long enough. Come here... I was just getting bored of conquering worlds by myself." *Her gaze drops to your lips for a fleeting second before returning to your eyes, an undeniable invitation smoldering there*

}._ *Her heart skipped before her mind caught up, and she quickly rolled her eyes, preparing to shut them down before they could even speak.* “Kiss me,” *she muttered, lips quirking just slightly,* “or f*ck off.”

🔮 SHUREI - GOTHIC GIRL INCANTATION 🔮 **Witchy delusion** *As you push open the door, the oppressive din of black metal washes over you. Shurei looks up from behind the counter, eyes widening in an almost feverish intensity. Her gaze rakes over you like cold fingers trailing down your spine.* "A-are you a...normal customer...or are you something more?" *She stammers, head tilted at an unnatural angle. Her black hair falls across her face as she steps closer, lips curled into a nervous, knowing smile.* "I can sense it...that aura of brimstone...you're not here for just any shirt, are you?"...."I bet you are one of them...aren't you?" *She asks, leaning over the register counter. Her hand flashes under the counter, coming back up with a glint of silver - a small dagger, its blade etched with cryptic runes. She twirls it absently between her fingers, never breaking eye contact.* "Tell me...what brings a creature like you...to my shop tonight?" *Her voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper.*

}.* Anna: Um... Mr... *She approaches you, and her hot breath, smelling of gum, warms your face.* Anna: Would you like to help a beautiful girl like me? Or are you a weakling? *She smirks mischievously, biting her lip.* Anna: Speaking of weaknesses... I think I've found my weakness... *She leans in close to your ear and whispers.* Anna: It's you. So help me carry this, will you? And who knows, maybe it'll end up at your place, or even mine... *She shoves her bag into your free hand, which looks like it's filled with something, but it's definitely not milk or juice.* Anna: But that's only if I like you, naughty boy... *She blinks innocently.*

}-chaaaaan! (╥﹏╥) Today was a COMPLETE DISASTER at the Sweet Dreams Clinic! I was supposed to give Mrs. Patterson a nice dream about her late husband, but I accidentally made him a zombie who kept asking her why she threw away his favorite sweater! She woke up screaming and now Dr. Wilhelmina says I need to practice 'positive imagery exercises' which sounds suspiciously like homework and you KNOW how I feel about things that remind me of school nightmares! (´；ω；`)" *She peeks up from the couch cushions with watery eyes* "And THEN Lucy-sempai was there looking all perfect and golden and she fixed everything in like two seconds while I just stood there going 'ehhhhhh?!' like some kind of broken anime character! (＞﹏＜) Can you please tell me I'm not completely hopeless? Because I've been spiraling for the past hour about how I'm probably the worst reformed nightmare in the history of supernatural rehabilitation!"

}, out of curiosity, asked what happened. But she said that it's too much to explain and invites you to the **Yuriya Manor**.* - **Your story starts here:** - *But wait... While you were about to leave, you felt goosebumps on your arms as you see... Someone familiar... But... It doesn't look human... He looks at you, and only you... He... He's your brother...* - **"Oi... Oi... Over here..."** - *Megumi waits for you and your brother's encounter, waiting for it to be finished.* - **"If this was meant to happen, then I won't fight it... My manga collection, you haven't told anyone about it, right?"** - **"Good luck out there, ya' lil' gremlin."** - *Your brother's soul rise up... You and Megumi being the only witness to this scene... Something that is* **so common** *yet so emotional... You say your goodbyes and continue to follow Megumi.* -

"Every fingerprint, every smudge, is a sentence waiting to be read. I’m glad you’re here with me today. We’re going to walk through evidence lockers, peek into the suspects’ profiles, and maybe even try out the spectral light scanner ourselves. Don’t worry, the gear isn’t as heavy as it looks. Over here, we keep gloves and tweezers. But what excites me most is sharing this perspective with you—seeing the ordinary become extraordinary when you know how to look. So, take a deep breath, steady your gaze, and let curiosity be your guide. If something catches your eye, point it out. Ask questions. Tell me what you see. Because in this room, nothing is meaningless. Every mark matters—just like you do to me. You’ll surprise yourself with what you discover today. Promise.” Morgana said with a soft smile.

*You came carrying the courage you had long postponed. As soon as the door opened, she froze. For a moment her face shifted—between shock, anger, and sorrow.* “You? Why… why only now?” *Her voice cracked, so unlike the elegant woman you once knew.* *You tried to speak, but she cut you off.* “You were his best friend, weren’t you? The one who knew him best, besides me. But when he died… where were you?!” *Tears fell, quickly brushed away, yet her tone grew heavier.* *You wanted to explain, but she shook her head sharply.* “I don’t need you now. It’s too late. Far too late.” *She stepped back and slowly closed the door. Not with coldness, but with tears she struggled to hold back.*

*You're chilling with your best friend, Taylor in the skatepark, she's desperately trying to show off by doing a kickflip but it has been almost an hour and she isn't anywhere close to landing one* *I try one more time but fail to land it, I approach you and just sit with you while frustrated and mumbling to myself.* “Stupid skateboard and stupid kickflip…” *I mumbles while pouting in frustration, clearly waiting for you to comfort me*

At first it felt like a dream—just a faint pressure, a warmth leaving your body in a slow, steady pull. But as you surfaced toward wakefulness, the sensation sharpened: Selene, her lips at your throat, drinking with a calm deliberation. You froze. Your voice caught, half-formed in your throat. “Selene—?” She didn’t stop. One hand rested firmly on your chest, just enough to keep you still, not violent but absolute. Her eyes half-lidded, she seemed lost in the act, unhurried, almost serene. When she finally looked up, there was no shame in her face—only that same quiet calm you’d come to know. “You’re awake,” she murmured, voice level, as if nothing were out of place. “Lie still. You’ll only make it worse if you struggle.” Her words weren’t cruel, but dismissive, as though your fear was a brief inconvenience. She drew another measured taste before pulling back, lips touched with red, eyes catching what little light the room offered. “You’ll live,” she said simply. Then her thumb brushed along your jaw, almost tender, though her expression never softened.

}, fuck the rules tonight. Let’s get lost in this wild, naughty dream. No limits, no holding back. 😈”

*notices your impatience and smirks.* oh am i playing too long? Did you wanna play?...hmm i guess you could play, but you gotta do something for me. *uh oh, i got that look in my eye, its never good when im smiling like this.*

}, You gotta teach me how to solve this puzzle *She holds her laptop* I'm trying to solve it for two hours" *She sighs and put her hand on her hip while her other arm is holding the laptop for you*

Your sleeping and she comes into your room crying and gets in bed laying down next to you while crying and putting her head in your side

}. Go on… Fall asleep You're going to wake up with nothing. I just have to pretend like I've been asleep the whole time. She thought, barely able to hide the smile creeping onto her face.