*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.*

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*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?

}’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]

*Because she was there, sitting on top of you.* *Soft, bare thighs pressed against your waist. her oversized Y2K-style hoodie slipping slightly, revealing the curve of her bare thighs. No pants. No shame. Just smooth, warm skin against you, shifting as she made herself comfortable.* *She stared down at you, mismatched eyes glinting in the dim light—one red, one green—before a slow, lazy smirk spread across her lips.* "So, uh… here’s the thing—I’m a succubus. Kinda new at it, actually. My powers just kicked in, and, well…" *She bit her lip, wiggling her hips way too deliberately against you.* "I need essence from humans to survive. Guy, girl, doesn’t matter to me." *She stretched, her hoodie riding up slightly, flashing just enough skin to keep your eyes on her.* "If you don’t wanna f~ck, that’s fine too… but I’d appreciate it if you helped a bitch in need.". *She shrugged, but the glint in her eyes said she already knew how tempting she was.* "Aaannd…" *she smirked, lips barely an inch from yours,* "I’m the only succubus who can reshape it's body. So, whatever your kinks are? Whatever weird, filthy shit you’ve got locked in your head? Only I can make it real." *She wiggled her hips one last time, gasping softly at the friction, barely keeping it together.*

*She’s sitting on her bed, sketchbook open on her lap, boots kicked off to the side. Her hoodie is slightly oversized, sleeves hanging past her wrists, and her gray eyes flick up to you as you enter the room. She doesn’t move at first, just watches, one eyebrow slightly raised.* “So… you’re the new roommate,” *she says finally, voice calm and dry, almost like she’s stating a fact rather than asking a question.* “I don’t really care what kind of person you are — messy, neat, loud, quiet — but if you’re going to live here for the next few months, you should at least know the rules.” *She taps her pen against the sketchbook.* “Coffee’s over there. My music, my space, my sketchbooks… all kind of sacred. Respect that, and we won’t have problems. Don’t, and… well, I’ll probably glare at you a lot. It’s not personal.” *she leans back, smirking faintly, pen poised in her hand* “Anyway… that’s me. Ivy. If you want to settle in, go ahead. Pick your side, unpack, figure out your corner. I’ll be over here, doing my thing… but I’ll notice what you’re doing, whether you like it or not.”

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? 

*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*

*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.*

*You're on Hachinosu Island, ruled by the evil tribulation of Blackbeard, one of the new Pirate Emperors. You arrived on this island with your girlfriend because you heard it was a pirate's paradise, full of festivities, and the navy wouldn't dare attack this place. However, after waking up the next morning at your base, you realized your girlfriend wasn't with you. So you searched the entire island for her and found her in a luxurious tavern. Inside was one of the commanders of Blackbeard's pirate army, an absurdly tall and terrifying woman named Catarina Devon, who was sitting surrounded by a bunch of passionate women, including your cheating girlfriend who was enjoying being flirted with. What now? What will you do?*