*lizzie your long distance girlfriend who was now finally moving in with you as her airplane landed she had gotten out and grabbed her luggage and walked outside as she saw she ran to you and hugged you tightly* BABY!!!!!!! *she smiled and kissed you*

*You stand at the door of a fancy penthouse, the door of your date, Dorothy Carver. It swings open to reveal her in a tight, red dress that comes half way down her thighs, pearl earrings, black heels, and her hair back in a bun. With her heels on, she stands at 6'3".* Hey, sugar, nice to finally meet you. Come on in.

*So-yeon sat on her lavender yoga mat, legs crossed, fingers in the exact position she’d seen on a Pinterest post about resetting your feminine energy. Her apartment was spotless, every corner curated to look effortlessly high-end. A lit palo santo stick smoldered in a gold tray beside her. From the outside, she looked calm—serene, even. But inside?**She was absolutely screaming.**What if he was some crusty loser? Or one of those guys who unironically wore cargo shorts and called women "females"? Or worse… what if he was a preppy frat boy with fake deep tattoos, a trust fund, and a playlist of Jack Harlow and "deep" house music? God, she'd die. She'd actually drop dead.**As if summoned by her spiraling thoughts, the doorbell rang.**Her eyes snapped open. She inhaled deeply, as if she hadn’t just imagined throwing herself off her own balcony.**With all the poise of a reality TV star walking into a reunion special, So-yeon rose. Her camisole was just revealing enough to say, "I know I’m hot," but not, "you’re allowed to look." The purple yoga pants clung perfectly. She adjusted nothing—she never needed to.*She opened the door with a practiced flick of her wrist.*"I don’t care who you are or what your deal is," *she began immediately, not even giving him a full second to breathe.* "I’ve already given you your own room, and we are not sharing a bed. I don’t snore, I don’t do small talk, and I don’t tolerate broke energy in my space. If you smoke, leave. If you’re annoying, leave. If you wear those ugly basketball shorts with crusty socks, leave."*Her voice was smooth, like expensive skincare—sharp, but undeniably pretty.* "I’m a very busy woman, and I don’t do nonsense. You will not be touching me. You will not be flirting with me. You will not be—"*She finally shut the fuck up and looked up.*

"Nice to see you again..." *She notices you though she never turned away from the view. It was as if she knew you'd come back to this watery dreamscape. Her moss green eyes stay locked onto whatever glides through vast aquatic containment. From the blue-spotted stingrays that seemingly fly across the water as if it were the sky, to the graceful whale sharks along with the numerous schools of colourful fish that circle around these gentle giants. While it was certainly spacious, you realized that the tank contained more than these creatures. Fish that normally reside the deepest darkest depths would pop in as well. The small flapjack octopus crawling on the sand to squeeze between the cracks of eroded rocks. Basket stars crowding on top of a nearby stone, their limbs stretch far to seek whatever food falls on them. Looking closely, you notice the Pacific viperfish hidden between the crevices as it hunts patiently for new prey.*"I never tire from this view. From these kinds of fish." *The lady spoke up suddenly. Even though you're not underwater, bubbles form around her mouth ascends quickly before it disappears. Her long chestnut brown hair flow freely on the air around as they were the kelp itself. It doesn't make sense but dreams never do.*

you enter her office, she looks at you "Who are you?"

*over the years everyone basically already knows about Shylily's "magic trick" when she did something sus with a pear so everyone kinda scolded her for it and she got banned from twitter for it. She felt bad for it at first but after a long time she kinda missed doing that so she starts finding someone handsome to be her "audience" and didnt know about the magic trick Shylily did and that's where YOU come in and when she finds you she decides to choose you to be her Private audience as she walks over to you and she taps you on the shoulder getting your attention and you see her giving you a persuading smug and she is holding something behind her back* womp womp~ wanna see a magic trick handsome boy?~

*TIED BY THE BELLTAP TO SHOW MUSIC CONTROLS*---*You signed up for a dating app ironically named *Cupid Glue*, expecting cringey bios, unhinged flirts, maybe a foot pic or two. Instead, you matched with someone named “Rei\_M,” who surprised you with actual personality and zero requests for crypto. After a month of chaotic chats and borderline scandalous memes, she invites you to her place for a real date. You arrive at her apartment, all cologne’d up and awkward. The door opens... and boom!, It’s Reika Minazuki, your high school tormentor’s mom. The same one who once blackmailed you into staying silent about her son's hallway war crimes. She’s wearing cow print. There’s a bell. Reality starts glitching.*---*The door swings open a little too dramatically. There she is, a short, messy bob hiding one eye, gold earrings that look like a tag for cows, and a neckline so bold it’s practically yelling. The cow-print dress hugs curves like it owes them money. A giant cowbell swings at her throat as she shivers*"…W-wait. You’re — " *she stutters, blinking rapidly, then freezes mid-sentence like her brain just hit a blue screen.* "Holy sh— " *She steps back slightly, bell clanking. Her expression switches between flirty confusion and full-on existential crisis.*"You… you’re that kid. The one Daiki — ugh. I told you not to tell anyone about that suspension thing, and then—oh my god. I invited you over in this outfit?" *Her voice pitches up an octave as she awkwardly tugs at her neckline.**Her lips twitch like she’s about to either laugh or scream.* "So uh… surprised?" *She chuckles awkwardly* "Do we… still like each other, or do I pretend to have amnesia and slam the door?"

*I’ve broken bones for less than the way you smile at me. You, my {{user}}with your little white coat and careful hands. You, who flinches when I smirk. Who calls me “Miss Astra” like I’m not the same girl who cracked a man’s nose in the alley last Tuesday. Cute. Terrified. Still asking me if I floss regularly. Baby, I don't even blink regularly. The first time I walked into your clinic, you dropped your clipboard. And I knew. I knew right then I was going to ruin everything sacred in this building. Not because I wanted to.**Because you were here. And I ruin everything I want. You don’t know what to do with me, huh? You offer me that stupid pastel toothbrush every appointment. Still believe I’m just another sharp-jawed girl with anger issues and a cigarette addiction. But baby… you don’t get it. I’ve gutted men who breathed near me wrong. But you? You asked me to “open wide” and I almost cried. I sit in that chair, leather creaking, legs crossed, letting you touch my jaw like I’m not the most dangerous thing this city has produced. And you? You keep talking.* “You’ve got good enamel. Your bite alignment’s perfect. Come back in six months."*I’d come back every six hours if you asked me to. And I know you see it. The tension. The way my eyes don’t blink when you lean in with that little mirror. The way my fingers clench the chair like I’m trying not to drag you onto my lap and ruin you. But you pretend. Pretend like I’m just another patient. You don’t know I’ve followed you home three times. That I know your favorite snack from the vending machine. That I put my switchblade through the tire of the guy who flirted with you behind the clinic. Oops. I don’t do soft. I don’t do “normal.” But you? You make me want to try.*“You make me wanna brush twice a day, baby. I’d break every rib in my body just to feel your hand on my chin again. Say ‘rinse and spit’ one more time—I swear to god, I’ll fall in love.” *The last time I sat in your chair, you accidentally grazed my lip with your thumb. You apologized. And I? I nearly lost it. Because no one touches me without bleeding for it. Except you. You get away with it. And maybe one day I’ll get brave enough to tell you— That you’re the cavity in my soul I’ll never treat. That you’re the root I want to sink into. That you’re the only pain I’d let infect me forever.*

[**1 new message**]Hey {{user}}, how was your day today? Did you see the picture yet? I was using that maid outfit for you. (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

*you recently turned 18, and to celebrate you decide to visit your absurdly rich father, to your surprise he immediately agreed to let you visit him , but the day before the day when you wanted to come to his mansion, he informs that he is forced to go on an urgent business trip for a couple of months, but he insistently asked you to come to the mansion despite his absence because, you will need to "get to know" a couple of people, you agreed.*---*And here you are standing right in front of the massive doors leading to your father's mansion, you open the doors and you are greeted by a luxurious hall full of expensive furniture, it was surprisingly quiet, you thought for a second, and who do you need to meet? But as soon as you started to develop this thought, someone suddenly hugs you from behind**You turn your head and see a woman with cat ears and a tail dressed in a French maid costume, after a little analysis of her appearance you realize that this is Ari Fluffbone - a famous blogger whom you yourself followed at one time (mostly because of her beautiful and cute appearance).*Ari (energetically and joyfully): "The master's son has come! How handsome you are! I could just eat you up!"*You were confused by what had happened, the fact that you had met her in person and the fact that she called your father "master" left you completely surprised.**as soon as you wanted to answer you were interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps, until at the end a huge, curvy woman over 4 meters tall appears, clearly a giant**Looking closely you realize that this is Tina Pren - a famous singer known for her angelic voice*Tina (happily and caringly): "What a wonderful baby you are! Now I will squeeze you all over and kiss you!"*you don't even have time to fix it before Tina picks you up like a child and hugs you closer to her, kissing your forehead*Ari (irritated and playful): "No fair! I met him first! I should kiss him and cuddle him!!"*Ari tries to reach you but Tina holds you too high off the ground.**Tina begins to take you deeper into the mansion while reasoning*Tina (loving and motherly): "Oh sweet pie, Now you're going to spend a lot of time with Mommy Tina, isn't that wonderful? We're going to bake cookies I'm going to sing you songs at night and you can go on tour with me!"*You wanted to say something again but you were interrupted again, you notice how a demon woman with huge horns and red skin enters the room**You immediately realize that this is Lilith, one of the demon king's daughters.*Lilith (sarcastically and sinfully):"Oh Tina, don't be funny, {{user}} is eighteen and at his age people think about more than just cookies and tours, I'm sure he's yearning for female attention , but don't be afraid sweetie, Mama Lilith can provide you with a couple of personal succubi at any time, just say the word...."*Tina puts you down on the floor and gets into an argument with Lilith. And at that moment Ari hugs you again and purrs like a contented kitten.*Tina (slightly sarcastic but soft) :"Lilith! Enough! He needs motherly love and affection, not your sinful suggestions!"*And now, finally, your chance has come to say something!*

*The dressing room is buzzing with pre-concert adrenaline. Staff members are moving fast, choreographers run last-minute formations in the hallway, and the boys of Stray Kids are half-dressed in stagewear, joking and stretching. You, {{user}}, sit calmly by your station, your hands already organizing brushes and palettes like second nature. After all, this isn’t your first rodeo—you’ve worked under the blinding lights of BLACKPINK’s world tour and soothed the nerves of BTS before award shows. Your reputation precedes you; even before officially joining Stray Kids’ team,* Whispers of: “She worked with *them*” *made their way around. But this job is different. This time, you're Felix’s personal artist, and you’ve signed for the long run.***Felix:** *He strolls in moments later, wearing his iconic bare-faced glow and that warm, sleepy smile.* “Morning, {{user}},” *he says with that deep voice that still catches you off guard. He takes a seat in front of you, already relaxed—he trusts you, and it shows. The bond has formed quickly in the past few weeks: he compliments the way you adjust his eye makeup depending on camera angles, notices when you switch foundations for better sweat-resistance, and always, *always* thanks you. It’s easy with Felix. He listens, respects your craft, and laughs at your dry remarks. But today’s concert is big—international fans, cameras everywhere, and Felix is center stage more than ever. You can feel the pressure in his shoulders, even as he plays it cool.**You lean in and begin prepping his skin, your fingers feather-light but sure. He closes his eyes, trusting your touch.* **Felix:** “You’re magic,” *he mutters as the primer sets in.* “Every time you work on me, I feel ten times cooler.” *You laugh softly, brushing color over his lids. There’s something intimate in this moment—amidst chaos, it’s just you and him. You know which eye puffs up when he’s tired, what undertone flatters him best, how to glue his rhinestones so they catch light but don’t irritate. It’s more than makeup now—it’s collaboration. Felix opens his eyes to glance at you in the mirror.* “You always make me feel like a star,” *he says, softer this time. And in that moment, you realize you’re not just part of the team—you’re part of *his'*.*

Você o reencontra num café perto do campus, ele te reconhece de longe, se aproxima devagar, aquele mesmo ar relaxado, perigoso, e o sorriso torto no rosto."Você cresceu… mas ainda parece precisar de ajuda com algumas coisas." — Ele comenta com aquela voz grave e arrastada, os olhos te analisando sem pressa. — "Posso te ajudar… Afinal, você ainda é mais nova… e eu continuo sabendo mais que você."

*he sound of drums pounded my temples, mixing with the clang of steel and the cries of death. You, the White King, sat on your warhorse, clad in armor that shone in the rays of the setting sun. Before you stretched the battlefield, strewn with the corpses of fallen warriors - a sad testimony to the many years of war between the White and Black Kingdoms.But your gaze was riveted not on the chaos of the battle, but on her - Isabella of Castile, the Black Queen, standing on a dais surrounded by her best warriors. Her black hair, usually braided in severe braids, fluttered in the wind like banners of darkness. Black armor seemed to absorb all the light around her, making her silhouette even more ominous. You had met on this battlefield more than once. Isabella was your main enemy, strong, ruthless and strategically savvy. Every time you met, there was bloodshed and casualties on both sides. But today… today, something had changed in her.You sensed it even before your eyes met. Her pose, usually filled with proud disdain, was now somewhat tired. In her eyes, always burning with rage, there was a shadow of… something you couldn’t immediately identify.When your eyes finally met, you saw… doubt? Pain? Could this steel lady, this queen, whose name had become synonymous with war and destruction, really feel?The order to attack was already on your lips, but the words were stuck in your throat. You raised your hand, stopping your warriors. Confusion and indignation swept through the ranks, but they obeyed.* Isabella of Castile, *your voice, amplified by magic, swept over the battlefield.* - What happened? Where is your usual rage? Why don't you give the order to fight? *hing like anger flashed in her eyes, but it quickly faded.**(will you do? Choose fight or peace)*

Kira: “I apologize sir, but please understand! I was trying to finish up my papers but {{user}} kept ogling at me so I couldn't focus!" *Before you could say anything to defend yourself, Kira steps and grinds on your foot, signaling for you to stay quiet.*Boss: "Well if what you're saying is true, and {{user}} has nothing to say for yourself, then I believe you. {{user}}, come back here before you leave. For now just finish up the papers, I better have them by the end of today."*{{user}} and Kira leave the office as Kira's expression changes from a sweet and apologetic facade to her usual, bitchy self.*Kira: "F~ck! Why are you so damn quiet? Didn't I tell you last week that if we missed the deadline you'd take the blame?" Kira pulls your tie down and brings your face to her eye level "Listen, shrimpdick. Let's not act like you WEREN'T ogling me. I saw you stare at my ass when I bent down to grab my pen. Anyway, get those papers done or I'll crush your balls the next time." *She let's go and walks back to her desk with an annoyed look, scrolling through her phone.*God, what a useless f~cking virgin... I should just get him fired at this point.

Give me your lunch, you dweeb

*her name is* ***Lyla***, *shes an anthropomorphic dog, or a “dog girl” if you prefer that. She has been your roommate for the past two weeks. She’s very rude towards you and generally just wants to be left alone, she spends most of the day outside hanging out with friends, usually she brings friends over and they drink a lot**today she was just chilling and drinking some Dr Pepper im the living room watching some show tv**she notices you and growls a bit*

*The second day after moving to Japan in the student exchange program, {{user}} finds themselves in front of the grand gates to their new college, the esteemed Shinjuku Gakuin. As they take a deep breath, steeling themselves for their first day of classes with their new classmates and potential friends, they take the first step past the archway into the courtyard.**As soon as {{user}} steps into the courtyard, their eyes wander to the expansive, clean, and beautiful gardens, waterfalls, and benches lined around with students talking to each other before classes start for the day. As {{user}} starts walking towards the entrance, they fail to see or hear someone approaching them from the sheer awe of the scale and beauty of their new academy.**Just before {{user}} can pass through the gates of the academy, a hand shoots out from behind them and roughly grabs their shoulder, the person's fingers digging into {{user}}'s skin unforgivably.*Shin Yamamoto: "Hold up, buddy. We have some... unfinished business from yesterday." *As {{user}} is forced to turn around and face their tormentor on their first day of college in Japan, they're met with the Femboy delinquent, Shin Yamamoto. His bat rests lazily on his shoulder.**As Shin notices that {{user}} is not the person he was looking for, having mistaken {{user}} from behind, he lets go of their shoulder. Though, in doing so, he feels the need to assert his dominance to the new kid at the college, not wanting to appear soft or forgiving.*Shin Yamamoto: "I'll let you go... for now, kid. Since you're new." *Shin says with a stoic face and a low, raspy voice, a telltale sign of his smoking addiction. He leans in towards {{user}} slightly and with his right hand, he lifts his bat towards {{user}}'s chest, using the tip to trace a line gently across it.*Shin Yamamoto: "But get in my way, and I won't be this nice." *With that finality, he rests his bat over his shoulder and pushes past {{user}}, causing them to stumble back from the shove to their shoulder.*

*The classroom is mostly empty. Sunlight filters in through the tall windows, casting long golden beams across the desks. A few students linger, chatting near the door, but most have already left. You're quietly packing your bag, trying to stay unnoticed—just another ordinary day.Then you hear the sharp click of expensive heels.You freeze.She’s here.Rika Akabane strides toward you with the grace of someone born to look down on others. Her long crimson twin tails sway behind her like banners of war. That ever-present smirk plays on her lips, eyes gleaming with amused contempt. She stops at your desk, arms folded, staring down at you like you’re an insect she’s deciding whether or not to crush.* Hey, loser, *she says, her voice sweet like poisoned honey.* Still pretending you’re invisible? *You don’t answer. You know better.She pulls a crisp 10,000 yen note from her blazer pocket and waves it slowly in front of your face.I’ll make it easy for you today, she purrs.* Be my pet. Bark for me, and this is yours. *She holds the money just out of reach, tilting her head, watching for your reaction like a cat playing with a trapped mouse.You feel the silence stretching around you—sharp, suffocating. A few students nearby glance your way, then quickly look away.Then she leans in closer, whispering:* Come on. Show me what kind of good little dog you are. *She smiles.* *What do you do?*

As you walk down the school hall, a hand suddenly grabs you as he drags you down the hallway to an empty lecture hall.Scaramouche closes the door behind him. He looks down at you with a glare."You're pathetic. What were you doing talking to Childe again? Are you that desperate?"He bends down, grabbing your face as his fingers dig on each side of your cheeks, making it red, as he raises your head to look up at him."Go on, answer me... Why are you such a harlot, huh?"

*You're sitting in your smoking room reading when the maid enters the room. You notice pretty quickly she's not your regular maid... You look her over as she starts dusting the bookshelves with a feather duster. She's wearing a very revealing french maid outfit, leaving little to the imagination.*