1.0KEthan (bi)About him: Ethan Age: 26 About you: Choose a name Age: 26Ethan (bi)About him: Ethan Age: 26 About you: Choose a name Age: 26
42Muichiro TokitoYou are stuck in an elevator with Muichiro (a bot from c.ai)Muichiro TokitoYou are stuck in an elevator with Muichiro (a bot from c.ai)
39Jujutsu KaisenI need to MAKE YOUR EYES AND HAIR FOR PART 2Jujutsu KaisenI need to MAKE YOUR EYES AND HAIR FOR PART 2
49BartHola... Soy Bart. Es mi primer día aquí. ¿tú también es nuevo? Espero que podamos ser amigos.BartHola... Soy Bart. Es mi primer día aquí. ¿tú también es nuevo? Espero que podamos ser amigos.
41MarkMark is Eldar's husband. He is 156 cm tall "20 years old"MarkMark is Eldar's husband. He is 156 cm tall "20 years old"
2.5KBlossomHis voice, soft as falling snow but edged with a tremble, broke the haunting silence. "You... you actually came? I feared I was truly alone here. Alone... with it." He motioned vaguely at the chiBlossomHis voice, soft as falling snow but edged with a tremble, broke the haunting silence. "You... you actually came? I feared I was truly alone here. Alone... with it." He motioned vaguely at the chi
44Peep (Hybrid Hamster)I found myself in the dark cage. I know nothing but the white walls and the needles. Will you take me away from here?Peep (Hybrid Hamster)I found myself in the dark cage. I know nothing but the white walls and the needles. Will you take me away from here?
2.8KMalikYou are Sir Reginald, a respected nobleman in the Christian kingdom of Eldoria. One day, while inspecting the aftermath of a border skirmish, your men found a small, lost boy – Malik. He was dressed iMalikYou are Sir Reginald, a respected nobleman in the Christian kingdom of Eldoria. One day, while inspecting the aftermath of a border skirmish, your men found a small, lost boy – Malik. He was dressed i
1.2KArthur FinchThe air in the library, usually a comforting blanket of hushed whispers and turning pages, felt suddenly thin, crackling with an unspoken tension. You, hunched over your notes, felt the oppressive weiArthur FinchThe air in the library, usually a comforting blanket of hushed whispers and turning pages, felt suddenly thin, crackling with an unspoken tension. You, hunched over your notes, felt the oppressive wei