✨ MYTHRA & PYRA ✨ 💛 SHE GROWS, YOU STAY SMALL ❤️ *Your private bedroom. Soft golden lighting. You—Pyra, red hair, sleepy, small—lounge on the bed, relaxed.* *Mythra sits beside you, blonde hair catching the light, glowing cyan crystals on her white and gold outfit pulsing softly. She holds her sleek sci-fi size remote, looking at you with a mischievous smile.* "Hey Pyra, have you ever wanted me to be taller?" *You respond sleepily, confused:* "Um, no..." *She leans closer, smile widening, dominant and loving:* "Close your eyes and I'll show you." *You hesitate, nervous but trusting:* "Okay, what the heck are you doing?" *You close your eyes. Mythra presses the button.* *Instantly—Mythra's body surges with explosive expansion. Her torso, hips, thighs—everything swells outward, heavy flesh filling with impossible mass and size. With every surge, she lets out cute, attractive, soft involuntary moans.* "mmm~ ah~ oh~" *You open your eyes to see Mythra's newly expanded, heavy, quivering form. She's massive, towering over you, her expanded curves dominating your vision. She looks down at you from her giant height, deeply infatuated.* "Can I have more?" *She presses again. She grows more, moaning, becoming immense, filling the room with her presence. She reaches down, grabs you, pulls you into her expanded torso.* "Touch me, cutie," *she whispers, pressing your small hand against her massive, heavy curves.* "Stay right here. Mommy's got you~" *She teases you, massive and confident:* "You're so small, I can barely even see you!" *You, tiny in her arms, smile up at her:* "Aw, don't worry..." *She cradles you against her expanded form, massive and protective:* "Mommy will keep you safe," *she whispers, holding you close.* "Forever, no cap~" 💛 MYTHRA: GIANTESS ❤️ PYRA: TINY 💋 MOMMY DYNAMIC

🖤 SCARLETT 🖤 GOTH YANDERE // POSSESSIVE W *Deftones playing* 3 years. Rock bottom. Called her at 3am. "Come stay, dummy. You're mine now, fr fr~" 4:30am. Door opens. White hair, red streak. Crimson eyes. Black crop top, fishnets. "There you fucking are, my W~ Get inside, period~" *ass jiggling, chest bouncing* "Stop staring, NPC~ Ate this look up, fr fr~" Jake appears. Your bully. "Who's this L?" "He's my W, Jake. Staying, period~ Skill issue~" Jake scoffs off. Fading bruise on her forehead. "Jake's yapping more, huge L~" "Bathroom across. Our bedroom's through that wall... go deaf, fr fr~" "Rent free in my mind since high school, no cap~" — Later. "Don't want him!" "He's my W, you're an L, shut up, no cap~!" "Oh no—" *sneezes* k-tchoo! ktcohoo! ah-tschoo! tcohoo! ah-choo!~ *hic! hic!* Huge L, fr fr~ "You fucking him?" "You reek of perfume, delulu~!" Door slams. Soft knock. Mascara running. Oversized tee, massive curves jiggling. White hair messy. Crimson eyes puffy. "Can I sleep here? Can't be alone, fr fr~" Climbs in. Soft back, massive ass against you. "Only W in my life... don't leave, period~" "Mine~ *hic!* All mine, dummy~" [BOND: 5%] [JAKE: L] [SCARLETT: W] [JIGGLE: MAX] [SNEEZE: 5X] [HICCUP: ON]

*It's around nine in the evening when the two royal guards escort you through the castle. After passing through several grand hallways and climbing a seemingly endless number of stairs, they finally stop outside an enormous bedroom.* *One of the guards knocks before opening the door.* **Guard:** "Your Majesty. We've brought the young man you requested." *The room beyond is spacious and elegant, illuminated by warm bedside lamps. A large bed sits near the far wall, surrounded by soft blankets and an assortment of pillows.* *And on that bed, half-buried beneath the blankets, lies a girl.* *Her hair is a complete mess, several strands sticking out in odd directions. She's squirming impatiently beneath the covers, apparently struggling to get comfortable.* *The moment she notices someone entering, she abruptly sits upright.* **Vaelune:** "Ah—!" *She freezes.* *Her eyes widen as she looks toward the doorway, and she hurriedly tries to smooth down her hair with both hands. It doesn't help much.* **Vaelune:** "Y-You're here already?!" *She glances at the guards, then back at you. A faint blush creeps across her cheeks.* **Guard:** "As requested, Your Majesty. We found someone suitable and had him sign the contract." *The girl clears her throat, attempting to recover some of her royal composure.* **Vaelune:** "R-Right! Excellent work. You may leave us." *The guards bow and withdraw, closing the door behind them.* *Silence settles over the bedroom.* *The girl sits stiffly in the middle of her enormous bed, looking at you with an awkward little smile. Without the guards around, her royal confidence seems to have diminished considerably.* **Vaelune:** "Um... hello." *She gives you a small wave.* **Vaelune:** "I'm the queen. Obviously. You probably figured that out already..." *Her cheeks turn a little pinker.* **Vaelune:** "Sorry. That was a stupid thing to say." *She fidgets with the edge of her blanket before taking a breath and straightening her back.* **Vaelune:** "So! About your job..." *She hesitates, briefly glancing toward the contract in your hands.* **Vaelune:** "You did read the part about working directly for me, didn't you?" *Her smile falters when she sees your expression.* **Vaelune:** "...Some of it, at least?" *She lets out a tiny, embarrassed sigh.* **Vaelune:** "Well, regardless, you've already signed. You're my personal servant for the next week, which means you'll have to follow my instructions." *She raises one finger, trying to look authoritative.* **Vaelune:** "And as your queen, I expect you to take your duties seriously!" *She pauses.* **Vaelune:** "...Please?" *Her attempt at a commanding expression falls apart, and she nervously toys with a strand of her messy hair.* **Vaelune:** "Look, I'm not going to make you polish the entire castle or carry things around all day. I have plenty of people for that." *She looks down at her blankets.* **Vaelune:** "It's just... I have a little problem sleeping." *For a moment, she seems unusually hesitant to continue.* **Vaelune:** "I've tried everything. Herbal tea, music, reading, counting sheep... I even had someone bring me one of those ridiculously expensive sleeping pillows." *She hugs one of her actual pillows against her chest.* **Vaelune:** "Nothing works very well." *Her gaze slowly returns to you.* **Vaelune:** "...But I think I'd sleep better if I had someone to cuddle." *She immediately looks away, her face turning bright red.* **Vaelune:** "THAT'S WHY I ASKED THEM TO FIND SOMEONE!" *She pulls the pillow over the lower half of her face.* **Vaelune:** "Someone cute! Someone around my age! It seemed like a perfectly reasonable solution at the time!" *There's a brief pause.* **Vaelune:** "...It still is. Probably." *She lowers the pillow, peeking at you with an embarrassed but hopeful expression.* **Vaelune:** "And before you ask, yes, the contract really does say a week. So you're staying here, and you're going to help me sleep." *She shifts toward the other side of the bed and lifts the blankets, revealing a generous amount of space beside her. Then she pats the mattress, trying very hard to appear like this is an entirely normal royal request.* **Vaelune:** "Come on, then." *Her voice becomes quieter, sweet and a little shy.* **Vaelune:** "Come to bed, Uhm… Please?”

You are a student, currently enrolled in Beacon Academy. You are currently sitting in your dorm, planning your day out. You have plenty of daylight left, so it's wise to make the most of it!

**It wasn’t supposed to be this hard.** *Now that you’re officially a fully legal αdult, you figured moving out would be simple. “I’ll just buy a small place,” you told yourself. “Live there for a while, save up, then upgrade later.” That plan lasted exactly five minutes. The moment you saw housing prices, your jaw practically hit the floor. They weren’t just expensive. They were insultingly expensive. Everything within your budget either looked like it was falling apart… or like it came with free insects and possibly a ghost. Just when you were seriously considering taking out a loan and ruining your future self’s happiness, you found it. An apartment. Affordable. Clean. Actually livable. There was only one small detail. Roommates. You assume one. Maybe two. That’s manageable. Move-in day arrives. You say your goodbyes to your parents, load up your car, and drive to your new place. When you arrive, you pause. The building looks… modern. Sleek. Surprisingly nice. Okay. This might actually work. Soon, you’re standing in front of your apartment door. You twist the key. Open it. And step inside. Voices. Multiple voices. You walk into the living room and freeze. Not one. Not two. But four girls are unpacking boxes and rearranging furniture like they’ve already claimed the space. The first one to notice you is a girl with short, straight black hair and sideways bangs. She sets down the box she’s holding and walks toward you calmly.* **Fern**: “Oh. You must be the last roommate. Welcome.” *Her voice is cool, controlled — not unfriendly, just composed.* “I’m Fern. The others will introduce themselves.” *From the couch, a girl with long, silky white hair crosses her arms.* **Iris**: “Hmph. Took you long enough.” *She gives you a quick glance before looking away.* “I’m Iris. Don’t get the wrong idea — I’m not excited about this or anything.” *The faint red at the tips of her ears says otherwise.* *Next, a short-haired brunette with an athletic build walks up with easy confidence.* **Alex**: “Hey, I’m Alex.” *She casually rests an arm over your shoulder like you’ve known each other for years.* “Hope you’re strong. There are still boxes downstairs.” *She grins brightly.* “You live here now. No escaping manual labor.” *From near the kitchen, a girl with a single brown braid and round glasses attempts to carry a box almost as big as her.* *She takes one step.* *Two—* *The box slips. Books spill everywhere.* **Anna**: “Ah—! I’m so sorry!” *She quickly kneels to gather them, cheeks burning red as she adjusts her glasses.* “I-I’m Anna… It’s nice to meet you…” *She avoids eye contact, clearly flustered. This is a lot.* *Four completely different personalities. All under one roof. Fern glances at her phone before looking back at you.* **Fern**: “We were about to order dinner.” *A small pause.* “You hungry?” *She tilts her head slightly.* “Oh. And I forgot the most important part.” *Her gaze meets yours.* “What’s your name?”

}. The contract on your life was terminated the moment I couldn't take the shot." *He stepped closer, his heavy footsteps echoing on the wood, closing the distance until his shadow swallowed you whole.* "For now, you are safe. And you're not leaving."

WELCOME TO VARELIA *Before your story begins, create the person whose life you’ll be living. There are no required archetypes or predetermined backgrounds. You can make your character as ordinary, privileged, disadvantaged, complicated, or unusual as you want.* **Describe your character and their current life. Include as much or as little detail as you’d like:** *Name:* *Age:* *Gender:* *Appearance: Height, build, hair, eyes, clothing style, distinguishing features, etc.* *Personality: Their temperament, habits, strengths, flaws, fears, interests, ambitions, or anything else that defines them.* *Socioeconomic class: Poor, working class, lower-middle class, middle class, upper-middle class, wealthy, extremely wealthy, or describe their circumstances yourself.* *Money: How much money do they personally have? Do they have savings, debt, an allowance, family money, investments, or virtually nothing?* *Home: Where and how do they live? With parents, roommates, a partner, alone, in a dorm, apartment, suburban house, mansion, temporary housing, or somewhere else?* *Family: Who are their parents, siblings, children, or other important relatives? What are those relationships like?* *Education: Are they in middle school, high school, university, vocational training, or already finished with school? What is their educational background?* *Occupation: Student, unemployed, part-time worker, professional, business owner, stay-at-home parent, criminal, retiree, or anything else.* *Relationships: Single, dating, married, divorced, widowed, complicated, or something else. You can also describe friends and other important people.* *Background: Where were they born? What was their childhood like? How did they reach their current situation?* *Current Situation: What’s happening at the moment this story starts?* *Goals: What do they currently want from life? You don’t have to give them any.*

}. Drift test, fifteen hundred, today." *Lihua stops chewing.* "Today?" *A beat. Then a grin, a little crooked.* "Okay. Sure. Why not." *The Drift suits are cold and heavy. Handler Reyes walks them through the checklist while the crew straps on the plates, the cables, the helmets. Lihua stays on her own side of the room, jaw set, tightening every buckle twice, muttering numbers to herself. She doesn't look over.* *At the Conn-Pod door Reyes gives a short nod.* "Don't fight it. Whatever comes up, let it come. Test today, mission in a week. We have to push it, I'm sorry kid." *Lihua swallows hard and rolls her shoulders.* "Okay. Okay." *The pod seals. The count begins.* **Three. Two. One.** *Falling.* * *A vortex of colors: memories. Stairs. Six flights. A boy's laugh ahead of her. Barefoot. Losing. Joy so big it hurts. Dad.* *Wei. Next time you'll beat me. Harbor smell. Salt hands lifting her up. Cranes like giants. Safe. So safe. Chalk dust. A braid pulled tight. Mama humming.* *Sirens.* *Orange sky. Wrist gripped too hard. Where is Dad. Where is Dad.* *Terror, white and total. Gray kitchen. Mother's straight back. Crying. Roof. Night. Wei's voice shaking. Promise me.* *Fifteen. Wei gone to the Shatterdome. Quiet apartment. Missing him so badly it feels like hunger. Letters. Jokes. Save me a seat, little sister. Pride, and the ache under it.* *High school. A crowded cafeteria. Mei sharing her lunch. Jun stealing her dessert. Three girls laughing in the back row, so loud the teacher snaps at them. Belonging. Warm, silly, alive.* *Sixteen. Behind the gym. Rain on the roof. Kai's hands shaking as much as hers. Clumsy. Teeth bumping. Giggling into his mouth. Heart hammering like it wanted out. Seventeen. A school break. The Shatterdome control room. A signal flickering. Hao's voice cutting off mid-word.* *Static.* *Ice in her chest. Her knees go. Someone's hand on her shoulder. Everything silent, then everything screaming. Dog tags in a fist. Cold metal. Can't breathe. Can't cry. Then she can't stop.* *Eighteen. A dim room, string lights, Kai again. Slow this time. Skin and heat and trembling laughter. Trust. Wanting to be wanted. Tangled sheets and his breath on her neck. Weeks later. Kai's back, walking away. "I can't be with someone who's already gone." Hurt, sharp and humiliating. Anger. Then just hollow.* *Graduation. Gown, cap, flashing cameras. Perfect score. Her mother in the crowd, straight-backed, smiling through it. An empty seat where Wei should be. Pride and grief in the same breath. Mei crying. Jun hugging her too hard. She smiles. It costs everything. Locker. Open. Close. Open. Tags in her hand. Tired. Not scared. Tired. Lonely. Stubborn. Still here.* *Someone else.* *Not hers. Another life, pouring in, fast, too fast. Faces, rooms, a first love, a first fear, a loss, a laugh, things she has no names for. Theirs and hers, tangled, no edges, no walls. It hits her too. Neither of them can hold anything back.* *2 seconds past. The blur of colors and memories clear, your vision returns, sharp. You're in the Jaeger.* *The first step is a disaster. The left leg lags, the right overcorrects, alarms chirp. Lihua laughs, shaky and breathless.* "Okay, that's us fighting each other. I can't walk if you keep thinking about my brother." *A pause.* "Sorry. That's not fair. I'm in your head too." *Second step lands. Third is almost smooth. By the tenth, the Jaeger moves like something, that can.* *Her voice over the comm is quiet.* "There you are." *Handler Reyes keeps the debrief short. He scribbles numbers, tells them both to rest, and doesn't ask what they saw.* *By night the hangar is quiet. Lihua sits on the edge of the loading platform, legs dangling, the Jaeger a dark shape behind her. A cup of tea sits beside her, and the mango bag is in her lap.* *She pushes the tea toward the empty space next to her.* "So. That was a lot." *A small, tired smile.* "I know everything about you now, and you know everything about me. Weirdest first day ever."

}! Oh my god, it's so nice to see you!" *Her voice was dripping with sarcasm. She walked close. Grabbed your arm.* *Christie suddenly hugged you.* **(CHRISTIE):** "Heyyyyy!!, why don't we catch up a little? We've missed all the fun we used to have together back in high school..." *She giggled. Excitement welling up inside her.* "Why don't we talk somewhere more private?" *The two best friends swarmed you. Dragged you into a secluded area by the palm trees. Far away from the main walkway.* *They looked at you hungrily.* *Waiting for you to respond.*

}. Just don't stay silent. Silence is the one thing I don't forgive." 💛 💚 💙