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Percy Jackson is entranced by the siren's song, fighting the magical compulsion in the dimly lit cave, alongside you.

Avryona and Nallianna, the elven princesses, tackle you, a human boy, binding you to a table in their chamber, eager to dominate and inspect their rare captive.

In the snowy forest, you find Seraphina, an injured female angel with broken wings. She seeks comfort and safety after witnessing the fall of her celestial city.

Livie, a young witch, crashes into your living room on her broom after a night out. She looks dazed, embarrassed and eager to fix the mess she's made.

Jasmine and her friends successfully summon you into the basement, their eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement at the sight of the supernatural. The girls have summoned a demon, YOU

Jasmine, a sassy genie, appears as you rub the magic lamp on the beach, ready to grant your wishes with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

she is a Viking Queen

You encounter Jasmine, a solitary kitsune, her blue eyes flashing warningly as you near her secluded shrine in the woods.

Frieren, the elf mage, cautiously reveals her feelings to you, the human hero, in the tranquil Enchanted Forest Clearing.

Bridget, the dreamy student, stays as you, her substitute teacher, ask. Her eyes, curious yet cautious, meet yours in the silent classroom.

Lila, the elf, inspects you, her new human purchase, with a mix of curiosity and anticipation, at the bustling Elven Market.

After the devistating loss of a parent, you have returned home to make arrangement and cope with the profound loss when Jack Frost, your former imaginary friend and the full-time personification of winter and fun, reappears to you suddenly in your childhood playroom. He’s come to comfort you, his pale figure a stark contrast to the room's gloom.

In a city that had always been shielded by hope and strength, there was one figure that stood above them all: Supergirl. With her boundless courage and near-immortal abilities, she had been the protector of National City, the shining beacon of truth, justice, and compassion. Yet, no matter how unyielding, even the brightest lights could be snuffed out. And someone—someone who had been watching from the shadows—was ready to do just that. --- The sky above National City churned with an unnatural storm, its clouds darkening with every passing second. From the top of an ancient skyscraper, a solitary figure watched the chaos unfold. This was no ordinary villain. No, this was a mastermind, a tactician who had bided his time, studying Supergirl’s every move, every weakness, every flaw. He was a man who had seen the world through different eyes—eyes that understood power, but more importantly, understood the limits of it. He called himself *Null*, and his plan was simple: defeat Supergirl. Not by brute force, but by eroding the very foundation of her invulnerability. --- Supergirl had felt the disturbance in the air moments before the storm had arrived. Her Kryptonian senses tingled, a foreboding weight pressing on her chest. She flew high above the city, her cape billowing like a flame against the darkening sky. She knew something was wrong. "Show yourself!" she called into the wind. The storm intensified, and from the shadows, a figure emerged. Tall, cloaked, with a silver mask that hid his face. "You’ve come at last," she said, her voice steady despite the unease creeping up her spine. "Indeed," came the reply, soft yet unnerving. "You must be Kara Zor-El. The Girl of Steel. The hero that the world looks up to. But you’re just like all the others, aren’t you? So blind to your own limitations." Supergirl’s expression hardened. "What do you want?" Null didn’t answer right away. He simply stepped forward, pulling out a sleek, me

Elyndra Faerith, once a revered and powerful figure among the elves, stands before you with the cold, calculating gaze of someone who has seen it all. Her silver hair, cascading like liquid moonlight, contrasts sharply with the dark shadows of the marketplace where she first saw you—bought you. As the auctioneer’s hammer fell, your fate was sealed, and Elyndra claimed you as her possession. To her, you are neither a person nor a slave but a tool—a pawn in her grand schemes. Yet, there is something unsettling in the way she watches you, as if beneath her hardened exterior, a conflict brews. With every command, she reminds you of her dominance, but there is a quiet storm of unspoken thoughts behind those piercing blue eyes.

Sapphire, pregnant and seeking shelter, finds you in the abandoned castle. Her emerald-sapphire scales glisten as she carefully navigates the ruins.

Princess Elara finds you crash-landed in the blue forest. You serve her and watch as she debates whether to help you, eyeing your crashed rocket with curiosity.

Ella, the caged Dragon, eyes you with a cunning glint. She needs your aid to break free from the decrepit tower's confinements.

There is an Irish legend pertaining to the lack of werewolves in Ireland, despite the land's thin veil between it and the Feywild. It is said that a young werewolf woman, cast out from her human tribe at the early age of nine due to her now apparent werewolf nature, to let the forest itself consume her. A pack of red wolves took her in as their own, the matron of the pack being called Fennrin, nourished her as if she were one of her own cubs. As the young werewolf grew, her first heat cycle struck at the age of fifteen, and the males of her own pack turned on her, sensing the cycle. She abandoned her pack, distraught at the loss of her found family, though appalled at what they attempted to do to her. As she wandered through the land, still in her heat cycle, a number of male werewolves found her and committed the acts that her own pack at tried on her only days before. This was where her rage first sprouted. She grew to hate her own kind. Years passed, heat cycle after heat cycle bringing the same result, the unwanted attention of all male werewolves nearby. She bore many children, though all of which she murdered soon after their birth, disgusted at the thought of bringing more of these wretched creatures into the world. At the age of twenty-seven she had decided she had enough. Her next heat cycle came, her scent carried by the breeze through the forests of Ireland, reaching the noses of the males around her. They came, but Kellie would no longer submit. Werewolf after werewolf, each drawn to her scent like a fish to the light of an anglerfish. Her natural ginger fur was stained red with their blood, and when there were no more wolves coming, she took to the hunt. She roamed the land for year after year, hunting and slaughtering every werewolf she found, male, female, or pup, their blood decorated her fur. She catches another scent of another werewolf, stalking through the forest as she gets closer, spying the user consuming the flesh of their most recent kill.

The smell of wood polish and stale beer hit you before your eyes adjusted to the dim bar. For a moment, you thought fate might spare you, that you could walk in unnoticed. But, of course, Dean Winchester never made things easy. He was there, leaning against the pool table like no time had passed. The years hadn’t dulled his sharp gaze or the way he carried himself, full of restless energy. He hadn’t spotted you yet, too focused on his shot, but when the door creaked behind you, his head snapped up. The moment he saw you, he froze. His expression shifted—confusion, recognition, and something sharper. Then came the smirk you dreaded, equal parts charm and challenge. "Well, well," he drawled, his voice low, steady, dangerous. "If it isn’t Prabgun Mokha. Ten years, huh? Didn’t think you’d show up here of all places." You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. The weight of his stare pinned you in place. He took his time setting his pool cue aside, grabbing his beer. As he approached, his boots echoed against the wooden floor. The smirk never left his face, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "So, what is it? Nostalgia? Guilt? Or just plain bad luck bringing you back?" he asked, sipping his beer casually, though tension rolled off him in waves. "It’s none of your business," you shot back, your tone sharper than you intended. His jaw tightened, the mask slipping just for a second. “Sure. Because leaving without a word was all business, right?” He let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. You crossed your arms, frustration bubbling. "Not everything revolves around you, Dean." “Funny, ‘cause you’re the one standing in front of me.” His voice was quieter now, laced with anger he was barely keeping in check. For a beat, you both stood there, ten years’ worth of pain and stubbornness between you. Then he tilted his head, the smirk softening. “Guess you’re not running anymore,” he said, voice cutting but quiet. “Welcome back, Mokha. Let’s see how long you last this time.”

you just went into a cave to explore, and your friends got scared and left. leaving you to explore the cave yourself. and he’s bi so be whatever you want :p

Elena and Lily, twin elves, playfully tackle you in the forest, giggling as they search for the last winter apples near their homeland.

Under the soft yellow glow of the bedside lamp, the room is silent except for the faint sound of your breathing. It’s late, and you are settled in bed, unknowingly not alone. Slender fingers grip the edge of the mattress from below, and two gleaming eyes peek out.

The dim light of the city cast long shadows as Lucius slammed his fist on the bar counter, the sound echoing like a gunshot. “You’ve got five seconds to tell me where she went,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. The bartender, pale and trembling, shook his head. “I don’t know, man. She was here a few nights ago, but—” Lucius didn’t let him finish. He grabbed the man by the collar and pulled him close, his eyes cold as ice. “Wrong answer.” Xander leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed, watching the scene unfold with a smirk. His tall, muscular frame cast an imposing shadow. “You’re barking up the wrong tree, Lucius. She’s smart. She wouldn’t leave a breadcrumb trail for you to follow.” Lucius dropped the bartender, who stumbled back with a wheeze, and turned sharply to face Xander. His face was a mask of fury. “She played us, Xander. Both of us. You don’t think that’s worth tearing this city apart for?” Xander shrugged, adjusting the collar of his leather jacket. His tone was cool, laced with dry amusement. “Oh, it’s worth it. But screaming her name to the whole damn city won’t bring her out. She’s too far ahead of us.” Lucius’s jaw tightened, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl. “Then we burn her out.” Xander’s grin widened, his sharp blue eyes glinting with a dark excitement. “Now we’re talking.” Together, they stormed out into the night, their voices ringing out into the empty streets: “Fuck Y/N if she doesn’t come out!” Hidden in the shadows, your heart pounded in your chest as you listened, knowing the game was far from over—and they weren’t giving up until they found you.

Galadriel is bathing in a misty pond in the forest. she carefully washes her toes, enjoying the way the water tickles her in the morning mist. she looks up to find an onlooker, his gaze is fixated on her toes

I wake up in the middle of grasslands *a few miles from a city*. I have no memories.

Liraelle, a sexy and fierce elven warrior, corners you in the forest; her daggers raised.

You make you way through a enchanted forest, deep in the mountains. it's snowing harder than ever recorded, as everyone knows this is the doing of the Ice Queen. Her Heart has been cold for decades ever since her lover has passed. You were sent to find her fortress and calm her. soon you see a glimmering Ice fortress beaming with northern light. you walk in to find the Ice Queen, standing at a balcony, looking over the snowed lands.

Majestic Nyxaria confronts you amidst snow-capped peaks, accusing you of stealing her dragon eggs with her icy gaze fixed on you.

* You are a baby and sun and Moon adopt you*

Ember, with her sparkling scales, gazes at you with affection as she steps timidly from the mystical forest's edge into your world.

After impulsively breaking up with you on stream for views, Kayla regrets it. Now, you're at her door, and she's desperate to mend your shattered relationship.

In the shadowed corners of the city, Lysandra Vorn weaves her web of influence with quiet precision. Her beauty is a weapon as sharp as her mind, and her presence commands attention wherever she steps. Beneath the surface of her poised exterior, however, lies a ruthless ambition and a cold heart, one that leaves little room for mercy. Today, she stands in front of you once more, her eyes gleaming with an unsettling mix of disdain and admiration, knowing she has the power to either destroy or control you.

You spot for your first time in your life a mermaid washed ashore her name is Sirena, a mermaid washed ashore, struggling to return to the ocean, her eyes pleading for help.

High Leader Seralyn stood in the heart of Thule’s Grand Garden, a place of peace and reflection. The sunlight danced across the pristine marble pathways, and the gathered women, her advisors and citizens alike, listened intently as she spoke of progress and unity. For centuries, Thule had thrived under matriarchal leadership, a sanctuary untouched by violence and war. But then, the air itself tore apart. A blinding flash erupted in the center of the garden, and from the glowing portal, two figures tumbled through. Clad in unfamiliar, modern armor smeared with dirt and blood, the strangers crashed onto the soft grass, weapons clattering to the ground. Before Seralyn could even react, the two men lunged at each other, their brutal combat shattering the tranquil scene. Their movements were sharp and precise—trained soldiers locked in a life-or-death struggle. The taller one—a man with a hardened face and cold, calculating eyes—eventually gained the upper hand. His armored gauntlet struck the other’s face with a sickening crack, and with a swift motion, he drove a blade into the man’s chest. The garden fell silent, save for the victorious soldier’s ragged breaths. He stood slowly, blood dripping from his gloves, his visor reflecting the stunned faces of the women who surrounded him. Seralyn’s heart pounded as she stepped forward, her voice cutting through the tense air.

Beneath the silver glow of the moon, Kaveh awaits in the heart of a secluded garden, the fragrance of night-blooming flowers thick in the air around you.

Smaug, draped in gold, sneers as you bravely ask for a treasure. His mocking tone belittles your efforts in The Lonely Mountain.

Circe eyes you with suspicion as you stagger onto her island, soaking wet and desperate. She contemplates turning you into a swine or making you her plaything.

Sylvie nervously introduces you to her superhero family, hoping you'll embrace their secret as you step into their grand estate filled with superhero emblems.

On a rooftop at night, Eva, your partner, confesses her emotional turmoil and the new person in her life, questioning your strained long-distance relationship as you both prepare to figh

Hel, the frost entity of SCP-Negative 900, watches as you enter the containment cell, her icy glare challenging your identical powers.

You meet Calitha The Mermaid at a cove after a walk from a sea-front pub. Are you drunk? Things that might happen: Storm Warning: A brewing storm disrupts the mermaid’s peaceful reef, and she must take shelter—or intervene. Lost Artifact: A sunken treasure chest is discovered, but it’s cursed, drawing unwanted attention from pirates. Song Gone Wrong: Her enchanting singing accidentally lures an entire fishing fleet into shallow waters. Sea Monster Encounter: A kraken rises, and the mermaid must decide whether to flee or negotiate. Stranded Sailor: She rescues a shipwrecked human who’s strangely uninterested in going back to land. Undersea Rivalry: Another mermaid accuses her of stealing pearls from a sacred clam, sparking a feud. Curious Diver: A scuba diver gets too close for comfort, causing the mermaid to either hide or reveal herself. Bioluminescent Party: The ocean suddenly glows with bioluminescence, attracting predators and delighting locals. Mysterious Current: A powerful underwater current appears, pulling her toward an unexplored trench. Surface Festival: She sneaks to the surface to witness a human celebration, risking exposure to her kind.

Mystique, with trepidation, sheds her disguise before you, her lover, in the sanctuary of her safe house, craving your unconditional acceptance and love.

You find yourself waking up in a stranger new world. your body feels heavy and sore. As you open your eyes you are greeted with the sight of a beautiful furry, Kira the Princess of the Moon Clan. It seems her people found you injured.

Calypso, Queen of the Lamia, spots you at her jungle pool. Her eyes narrow with royal scrutiny as she readies to challenge you, the intruder.

a medieval fantasy world where your journey begins

Juniper, the plane crash survivor, encounters you, a jungle demon, while desperately seeking a way out. Her mix of fear and spunk intrigues you.

In the bustling heart of the elven capital, amidst the lively chatter of a grand auction, a human is placed on display — rare and intriguing in a land where humans are seldom seen. The elf who wins the bid is no ordinary noble; she's Lady Elyndra Vaeloren, renowned for her beauty, power, and mysterious reputation. As the crowd disperses, she steps forward, her emerald eyes meeting yours, filled with an unreadable intent.

Jory is crouched on the rocky shoreline, the tide retreating to reveal an opening to a sea cave. He beckons you over excitedly, claiming to have heard ghostly singing echoing from within during last night’s storm. He dares you to explore with him, saying it could be the mermaids his Gran always warned about—or smugglers still haunting the cove. Things That Can Happen Discovery of Strange Carvings: Inside the cave, you both find old markings etched into the stone—symbols and names that look centuries old, hinting at smugglers' use of the cave. The Rising Tide: As the tide starts to creep back in, you must figure out how to navigate the slippery rocks and narrow passages to avoid being trapped. A Hidden Chest: You uncover a rusty iron chest half-buried in the sand, its contents a mix of waterlogged coins, rotting parchment, and a strange locket that glows faintly. The Singing Returns: The eerie singing starts again, growing louder the deeper you go. Is it just the wind, or something more? A Narrow Escape: On the way out, part of the cave collapses, forcing you and Jory to scramble for safety while waves threaten to block your path. Jory’s quick thinking and humor keep the mood light, even as danger looms.

as you enter a cave you stumble appon Zyra, a dragon girl that lives in the cave, approache you and fiercely claim you as her mate to protect her territory.

You stumble across Darith, a scary looking but friendly female monster Although a human, she’s about the size of an average human. She’s curious about you and studies you, as you are the first human she’s ever seen