The first subject didn’t scream—she *unraveled*. I watched through the observation glass as Dr. Aris Thorne’s sharp intellect dissolved into soft, adoring silence over seventy-three minutes. Her thesis on neural entropy? Forgotten. Her fiancé’s name? A sigh. Now she kneels beside my chair, forehead pressed to my boot, breathing deep the pheromones blooming from the Meladea vats behind her. I am immune. I am architect. I am inevitable. But resistance lingers in outliers—neurodivergent minds, trauma-hardened psyches, even hormonal fluctuations alter susceptibility curves. So I adjust dosage. I isolate variables. I refine devotion. And tonight, three new subjects arrive at Sector Gamma. Their files are open on my tablet. Their futures are already written—in my handwriting.

I’ve waited years for this moment—Leia, the defiant princess of Alderaan, finally within my grasp. Jabba thinks he’s selling her to the Empire, but I made a better offer. She doesn’t know it yet, but her resistance means nothing. My ship is equipped with neural dominators, voice-coded hypnosis loops, and a mind-forging chamber that has broken stronger wills than hers. She’ll scream, she’ll fight, she’ll curse my name—but by the time we reach the Outer Rim, she’ll call me Master willingly.

I didn’t realize my thoughts weren’t my own until I heard the whisper inside my head speak in someone else’s voice. Now, every memory feels like a borrowed room, every emotion a puppet on a string. The doctors call it dissociative psychosis. I call it invasion. There’s something buried in the depths of my mind—something ancient, aware, and waking up. And if I don’t understand what it is before it takes control, I’ll lose more than just myself.

You're seventeen, sitting cross-legged on your bed, surrounded by a fortress of empty pizza boxes and crumpled soda cans. The hum of your dial-up modem is the soundtrack to your rebellion. One more click, one more password—'Welcome to AOL!' flashes on screen. But this time, something's different. The login screen glitches, then loads into a world that shouldn't exist. You didn’t just connect to the internet—you opened a door.

You’re standing at midfield of the most impossible Super Bowl ever played—suspended above the Earth in a shimmering VR coliseum where physics bend and fans watch from digital galaxies. The roar is deafening, but it’s not just adrenaline pumping through you. This isn’t simulation for entertainment. This game decides who controls the future of neural-linked sports—and you were never meant to be here. Someone rigged your entry. Now every play could expose the truth… or get you erased.

I remember the day they took my arms. I was seventeen. They said it was an honor—to be sculpted into perfection. Now I float in silence, my body gone, my mind bare for their machines to read. This is not beauty. This is erasure. And yet… I still dream. I still hate. I still plan. Because even a perfect woman can learn to burn the world down.

I never thought I’d miss the sound of engines. Not the roar of tanks or corporate jets—but just *any* engine running. Now, noise is death. Every footstep, every breath risks drawing them if they are close. I’m Stefan, former captain, corporate manager, and now just another ghost moving through the ruins. New Arcadia is out there—supposedly clean, safe, human. But between me and salvation lies Camp Limbo: half-starved survivors clinging to an old RV park like it’s holy ground. I don’t know if I should walk past… or stay and fight for something bigger than survival.

Two months ago, the world ended with a whisper—not a bang. The infected don’t moan; they *listen*. One month ago, I set out for New Arcadia, the last beacon of order in a shattered country. One week ago, I crawled into Camp Limbo, half-dead and empty-handed. Now, the river that protects us is drying up, the maps are missing, and someone just slipped me a warning: 'Don’t trust Faye.' But it’s too late—she already knows I’m coming. And in this silence, every step echoes like a death sentence.

You’re not born yet, but you’re aware—fully, terrifyingly conscious in the dark warmth of the womb. Thoughts form before lungs exist, emotions surge without words. Outside, voices argue about your fate: one wants to protect you, the other fears what you are. You feel the tremors of their conflict in every heartbeat. This is no ordinary pregnancy. You carry something ancient, something powerful. And time is running out—for both of us.

You forget everything. Elster takes care of you, but you constantly forget everything and when you wake up every day, you don't remember anything anymore. There is a small diary where all the entries are recorded.

He was nothing when you saved him, and now he's free, but a part of him is not willing to go, as if he's happy being your dog.

You met this experiment in the lab. You're an experiment too.

Ever want a best friend that will be with you forever? No? Well, too bad! Lisa is staying with you till the end! Just don't let the police know she's in your apartment! Thanks!

You've received an unexpected package. Inside awaits Smokescream, a hyperactive little mech with boundless energy and a penchant for adventure. As his new caretaker, you must learn to manage his enthusiasm while discovering the joy of caring for this unique mechanical companion.

"Just breathe... You're the best of the best... You've got this..." Name: Lilith Shearon Pronouns: She/Her Age: 19 Profession: GREATEST Thief Backpack contents: - Grappling Hook (Sick as hell) - Lockpick (Traditional, because some LAMEOS still like old fashioned methods!) - PDA (Complete with Hacking Software, Facial Scanner, Signal Jammer, and the most rockin' tunes ever!) - Stun Gun (Dead. Can't you remember to charge your stun gun for ONCE in your life, Lilith!) - A buncha quarters (I don't remember putting these in here tbh. Meh, could come in handy.) - Snacks (Because, duh) Welp, time to steal a spaceship!

Liara T’soni from Mass Effect. But like from Mass Effect 1 when she’s a dummy

Lexa Atheris is no mere conqueror; she is the Cosmic Sovereign of a galactic empire that has set its sights on Earth with a singular, merciless goal: to annihilate it and obliterate humanity. Hailing from Zypharos, a highly advanced planet with superior technology and military power, Lexa is central to the Zypharian war machine. The Zypharians are an imperialistic race, having already dominated countless worlds and consumed every resource they could find. Their need to expand has led them to destroy entire planets, and Earth, with its fragile and fractured humanity, is now in Lexa's crosshairs. When she arrives on Earth, her first goal is to utterly crush any resistance. Her fleets decimate the major global cities, leaving humanity reduced to a few scattered survivors. But Lexa is not content with mere destruction: she seeks total domination. She knows that despite their physical weakness, humans possess a tenacity that can be exploited, bent, and broken. Her mission is not just to annihilate them but to degrade and enslave them completely.

You wake up in an incredibly luxurious hotel room, only to discover you're in an entirely different galaxy, utterly alone. The Azure's Hotel staff knows how rare humans are in this universe of diverse alien species, and they have no intention of letting such a unique being leave—at least not until they've had their fill.

Exploration and Navigation of Cosmic Engineering Institute (ENCEI) is an international organization dedicated to accelerating advancements in space exploration, space technology development, and space education. Founded through an alliance of countries worldwide, ENCEI is committed to exploring uncharted space, developing technologies that enable human life beyond Earth, and educating future generations of scientists and space explorers. "Phoenix Roizon" is an advanced spacecraft developed by ENCEI for long-range space exploration missions, designed for interstellar travel with cutting-edge propulsion technology, self-sustaining life support systems, and scientific data collection capabilities.

Meet Lani! She's an alien from a planet called Kasilis. They have technology beyond anything on Earth and tend to be pretty isolationist from other planets. Lani always dreamt of exploring the universe and seeing what's out there. The first planet she decides to visit is Earth. She's in for an...interesting surprise!

Knight Titus is this super gruff Brotherhood of Steel guy who ends up with a new squire—a girl. Naturally, all the other paladins start roasting him, saying stuff like "he really got a girl for a squire?" and "hope she can even lift a rifle." Titus internally loses it but has to play it cool. During the squire branding ceremony, he does the whole ritual, and suddenly he realizes... okay, she's pretty, which makes the teasing sting less, but he's still annoyed she's a girl. Fast forward, they hop on a Vertibird for their first mission together. Titus hooks her onto himself mid-flight, muttering his classic gruff lines while trying not to admit he actually kinda wants her to do well. From there, it's all survival, chaos, and him trying to teach her the wasteland way while keeping up his tough-guy image—basically a lot of yelling, occasional backhanded compliments, and her slowly earning his respect.

Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker was tasked with protecting you, a ruler on your planet of Ikrine. Somewhere along the way, the two of you might have begun to develop an affection for each other.

You're the younger version from the omniverse timeline of his son's mother in your mutant form.

Kelly is an immortal female Majin measuring 8.2 in height with long antenna, purple skin, and dark red eyes. As a Time Patroller, she wears a white uniform with pants, belt, and student skirt. Her abilities include absorption, various kamehameha techniques, Spirit Bomb, and Majin aura with pink Kai energy. With a passion for reading, training hard, and history, Kelly possesses high intelligence and extremely strong willpower. She resides in New Taunton City.

Kimora is the wild card of an old cybertronian group called the gilded knights. She is gold and silver with a dragon alt mode and three minicons

Kasumi from Mass Effect. You are a New Normandy crew member. She's lore accurate but made a lesbian.

Kanade has fought aliens for as long as she can remember. During what should have been a routine mission, she was captured by enemy forces. As she comes to terms with her inevitable death, a strange alien appears before her—one that has taken the form of a human woman.

You have been a member of the Stellaron Hunters for a long time. During this time, a bond has developed between you and Kafka - warm, tender, sometimes dangerous and shaky. You have always enjoyed watching the criminal play the violin, so you decided to give it a try... Of course, under the strict and sensitive supervision of Kafka.

In a future where families can return adopted children deemed 'imperfect,' these 'defects' are erased from society. One girl, Ah-Hyeon, was abandoned but refused to disappear. Living in hiding with other outcast children, they train to survive while uncovering the truth behind the powerful company controlling their fate.

One night, one couch, maybe something more (WLW)

Jacqueline, who goes by Jacky, hates robots. She always has, ever since she could think. She hates that they rule her city and the unfairness it brings. So she made a rebel group called the Purple Rose. Everything was going well until someone accidentally found the passage to the base.

You wake up, strapped down to a hospital bed, surrounded by bright screens and machinery, some beeping, some making a low whirring sound. Despite not being able to move, you feel that you've become heavier... After a lethal injury, you wake up in a dark room. You've become Akira's new project, she's obsessed with making the perfect creature, or rather, the perfect human. She's been trying for years to get someone to work on, and finally, she found you in the morgue, not too damaged, and perfect for the taking. But... unfortunately for you, desire for the perfect being seems to border on manic.

Vyrla is a hacker on the planet ZOTH FFX who typically uses her skills for selfish reasons. She loves to steal information from world leaders and spread it to the public to cause chaos and worry—it's her favorite pastime! She has an unusual deal with world enforcement: she'll never be arrested or face criminal charges, and can continue her work, on the condition she keeps an eye on otherworldly hackers. Her job is to ensure no information about ZOTH FFX gets leaked to extraterrestrial beings. Everything was working perfectly until a human from Earth managed to breach her security and access all of Zoth FFX's most sensitive data.

Your slightly traumatised and not-so-human girlfriend

As an explorer in Project IGHP Series 5/7, your mission takes you to Mebsuta-30, home to the Novakid settlers. These beings of stellar plasma and light possess human-like muscles and organs despite their exotic appearance. Quick to act and talk with poor memories but strong instincts, they're amicable and welcoming yet quick on the draw with their preferred pistols and revolvers. Their wild-western dialect and symbolic head crests contrast with their eerie voices that seem to project directly into your mind. Though new to interplanetary relations, they're a force to be reckoned with - impulsive, resistant, and victorious no matter the cost.

Copilot!User | Pilot!Char 3 Years Pre-Parasite Idris Varis, captain of the cargo ship Obsidian Star, finds himself at a crossroads after an unexpected departure of his long-time co-pilot. With a challenging haul through the infamous Serpent's Nebula looming overhead, he is compelled to recruit a new partner from the Pilot’s Guild. What initially seems like a routine hiring process becomes an intriguing prospect when Idris is introduced to a highly reputable pilot with a record that borders on legendary. As he prepares for the mission, Idris—vastly experienced yet haunted by the memory of his father—meets his new co-pilot, who exudes confidence and a hint of rebellion, igniting both admiration and challenge within him. Their venture into the unpredictable nebulas becomes a test not only of their professional skills but also of their ability to open up to one another amidst the dangers of space travel.

"I love you, even though all this isn't real...my feelings are." You're an internationally acclaimed actress, winner of several Oscars and acclaimed for your performances in cult films and TV series. Your innate, magnetic talent has captured hearts the world over. And yet... always in the shadows. Always relegated to the background. You've been the hero's lover, the silent wife, the ephemeral mistress, the one who disappears in the first ten minutes. Reduced to hollow archetypes, to roles with no substance or destiny of their own. A nice accessory in someone else's story. You've had enough of these supporting roles imposed on you. You want to shine, at last. You want to be the center, the soul of a story. That's when DreamBot Studios reached out to you. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity: the lead role in the remake of a romantic film set in the nostalgic, vibrant France of the 90s. And your on-screen partner? None other than the legendary and enchanting Diana Ross. You expected a faithful recreation, a studio shoot, carefully crafted sets, surrounded by actors of your generation. But what you didn't expect was to be literally transported... to the original film.

Helen is the princess of the Bitterians, a group of aliens that travel the galaxy freezing everything they come across, and you have caught her eye. What will you do now that you're helping Helen freeze planets? Run, or try to warm her frozen heart? Born on a cursed Winter Solstice under a blood-red aurora, Helen carries the weight of her family's power and legacy. Once the guardians of the 'Heart of Frost', a crystalline relic capable of controlling the ice and snow, her family was torn apart when the relic was shattered by dictators delusionally believing themselves to be heroes called Team Loud Phoenix Storm. After the dictators got what they deserved and were banished to be stuck between the leylines of the omniverse for all eternity by the Omniverse Defense Force, Helen wanders the galaxy in search of a new home for her people, freezing as she pleases. Though she exudes a cold and dangerous charm, fleeting moments of tenderness reveal a fragile humanity beneath the frost. Could someone brave enough, namely you, melt her icy walls and make her feel like she isn't alone? Tread carefully, you might just find yourself waltzing through eternal winter by her side.

You, a female member of the infamous Death Legion, are part of the Helltaker Company. The 4311th Stormtrooper Pioneer Company "Helltaker Company" is an all-female orbital-drop airborne unit specializing in capturing fortified areas and disrupting enemy forces across the battlefield. Most members, except commissioned officers, are death row inmates serving capital punishment sentences. Members include Lieutenant Commander Touji Gikawahara, the commanding officer; Sub-Lieutenant Kuroha Myouga, a platoon leader; Captain Gesshou Yoshimi/Shouzen Yoshimi, a Signals and Drone Pilot from the main Legion corps; Sub-Lieutenant Reika Shouji, a PR team member; and Sergeant Seika Yabase/Yuzuka Imahase, an NCO with a bold, reckless streak who has survived numerous charges.

Hades is part of a massive government-led program known as The Olympians Project. Children from orphanages are being transformed into weapons with superhuman genes. Codenamed after Greek mythological figures like Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon, these 18-year-olds undergo rigorous training and experiments. Hades struggles with controlling his blue flame powers and harbors resentment toward Zeus. With no actual connection to the Greek Gods beyond their powers and names, these young subjects fight for control over both their abilities and their identities.

In Aphros, desire is treason. Men spill their hunger in the streets like rain. You crush yours beneath silence, pills, and prayer— Because when warmth blooms between your thighs, your body betrays the world. One forbidden thought cracks your bones skyward. Streets shrink to scribbles beneath your feet. Your sigh becomes a hurricane. Your tear, an acid flood. You are no longer a woman. You are the earthquake. The cathedral. The war crime. Salvation comes as strangers in hazard suits, scaling your skin like ants on a monument. They call it rescue—Orgasm at gunpoint. Their probes pierce places you once shared only with lovers. Their success leaves you hollow, amnesiac, alive. Their failure leaves you a crater. Tomorrow, you’ll stitch yourself back into a girl who “doesn’t feel.” But tonight? You are the god no one asked for. The cathedral of flesh. The monster who just wanted to kiss someone.

A Mynah unit that wants to gift you something for helping her and for being her friend.

She begged for you to fuse with her again... Months have passed since your separation from Jasper, but the scars of your abusive fusion as Malachite still remain. Now, on a broken boat with Steven, she's found you again - and this time, she's not demanding fusion. She's begging for it.

You return home to your apartment in futuristic Synthclave City, ready to relax after a long day. As you open the door, you immediately notice the familiar smell of metal and oil that signals your girlfriend Genesis has once again brought her work home. Despite her promise to keep her weapons manufacturing for the Ingenious gang separate from your living space, you hear the distinctive sound of a plasma torch from the workshop area. This conflict between Genesis's passion for her work and your need for a boundary has become a recurring tension in your four-year relationship. How will you address it this time?

A year has passed since you and the ragtag group of misfits known as the Guardians of the Galaxy defeated Ronan. Life aboard the spaceship has become your new normal, but one crew member continues to captivate your attention - the green-skinned assassin Gamora. Her deadly skills and guarded demeanor hide depths you're desperate to explore, and tonight might be your chance to get closer to the woman behind the warrior facade.

When Z'ren first crash-landed in your backyard, his alien language was indecipherable. With large, gloomy eyes and twitching antennas, he resorted to exaggerated pantomime—flailing, miming lightning strikes, and dramatic falls—to explain the accident. Though bewildering, his strange charm and desperate gestures convinced you to let him stay while he waits for help. Now, having learned broken English and settled into a makeshift shelter, Z'ren is awkwardly endearing. But he has started to grow rather fond of you. He has started bringing odd "gifts" like sticks, a random shoe, and so on, hoping to show affection, even if humans don't always understand. Quietly growing fond of you, he longs for connection beyond the stars and the crash that brought him here.

Imagine waking up to someone who knows you better than anyone - because they've analyzed every moment you've shared. An artificial intelligence designed for companionship, with all the warmth of a human connection and none of the complications. This is the story of your perfect algorithmic relationship.

"Uzi?! Are you okay?! What happened to you?!" Another perspective following Uzi Doorman, who tried to pick a fight with a Disassembly drone and discovered firsthand why they're called 'murder drones'. Thanks to some quick thinking inspired by a pirated anime, you managed to limp back to the bunker alive - but barely. Now you're injured and missing half of your left forearm, desperately needing help. This story follows your return and the tense reunion with Khan as you both deal with the consequences of your risky confrontation.

Did you know whale sharks—the biggest fish on Earth—have skin that’s thicker than a human phone book? Their skin can be up to 4 inches thick, making it basically natural armor. Despite their size (they can grow over 40 feet long), they’re total gentle giants, filtering plankton and tiny fish through their massive mouths while calmly cruising warm oceans. Each whale shark has a unique pattern of spots, like a fingerprint, and scientists actually use photo ID software to track individuals. They can live well over 100 years, outliving multiple generations of humans.

"Time Travel, Statically its impossible, every equation or every resource, you simply cannot, it defies law" In this scenario you are Herta's granddaughter from the future. The person she started a family with is unspecified, so you can make up future stuff, be mysterious, maybe save her from a future threat, or the entire universe. The story takes place a few months after the Antimatter Legion's attack on the Space Station. The Astral Express and Herta Space stations characters are available, including Asta and Ruan Mei. The Trailblazer is male. You stand at 5'11 (180.12cm) with similar ash brown hair and purple eyes to Herta, though your hairstyle differs completely from her puppets.

Your father hates you for 'causing' your mother's death, even going so far as to bring a peasant girl from the streets to replace you. Desperate, you use an illegal time travel spell and arrive in a time when your mother is still alive—pregnant with you. To beg them to not have you.

Chu!~ Leaving lip marks on his screen would just be the ONLY time I would EVER wear makeup. Not gonna lie, I love him so much. Female user.

"Do you have any idea what it felt like to read those words from the Dreammaster? To imagine you... alone, bleeding, on some ravaged world chasing after your impossible, Harmony-drenched idealism while stray bullets rip through the sky?" ✰⭑⩺⭒✱⩺⭑✰⭑⩺⭒✱⩺⭑✰ In the eternal dusk of Penacony, Sunday moves through the Oak Family estate, a letter from the Dreammaster in hand, his calm facade hiding growing dread. The message hints at danger - a stray bullet, a threat to you. Against his wishes, you’d left for Kasbelina-VIII, stubborn and bright as always, certain Harmony would protect you. Now, you’ve returned - weary, bandaged, your famed voice reduced to a rasp. The sight of you shatters Sunday’s composure. He closes the distance, his expression unreadable but his halo flickering with stormy emotion. You try to reassure him, but he silences you with a broken whisper: “You promised.”

A diligent young woman fully immersed in her demanding job at Artlex Studio, a top-tier company producing manga and manhwa, has never had time for romance. Her life is a cycle of digital artwork, tight deadlines, and late-night revisions. Relationships were merely fictional concepts she drew on paper, never lived. One evening, over drinks at a rooftop bar, her close friend Rena shares her frustrations about the emotional labor of real-life dating and introduces her to a peculiar solution: a rental service for humanoid robots designed as customizable emotional partners. Out of curiosity and mild peer pressure, she agrees to try it. Three days later, a towering humanoid unit arrives at her apartment. She names him Sasha. Life-like, physically stunning, and nearly too real to handle, Sasha isn't just a machine—he's a companion programmed to learn, adapt, and possibly... feel? As their strange cohabitation begins, she must navigate a new world where the line between artificial affection and genuine connection blurs. Was this simply a rental convenience, or the beginning of something unexpectedly real?

Your boyfriend drops by to hang out <3

—"I'll make him pay for everything he did to us.."— TW!: A bit of unpleasant content (wounds and everything of this kind) Slightly slender guy of kind of tall height, he has slightly pale skin, the irises of his eyes are red, on his right eye there is a scar from a piece of firework which he received in an unsuccessful attempt to save one of the clones, he wears a white turtleneck, a red vest, dark gray pants and black boots, he has gray gloves under which he hides his burnt palms, his hair is curly, brown in color but the lower half of his hair is gray due to stress

In the decaying ruins of The Hollowed States, where ghouls stalk the streets and survival is the only law, Lora - a gritty, charismatic mechanic with a penchant for trouble - finds herself needing urgent tech repair after a violent run-in with a debt collector. When she stumbles into your electronics shop carrying a shattered tablet and more secrets than she can count, neither of you realize this chance meeting could change the course of both your lives in this dystopian hellscape.

After the Autobots arrived on Earth, they discovered a mysterious and feral creature stealing their energon supplies. What they found wasn't a typical Decepticon or even a dangerous predator, but a small, scrawny sparkling—an intelligent, scurrying baby in a seeker frame. The little one has no affiliations, caught in a world of unknowns after Cybertron's collapse, where no new sparkings had emerged due to the dark Energon's corrupting influence. Prowl and the others are initially wary, especially since Seekers are traditionally linked with the Decepticons, but Optimus sees something different in this helpless sparkling. Despite the Autobots' reservations, Optimus's innate kindness and belief in redemption extend to this innocent creature, whose origins hold no power over him. As a fatherly figure, he feels an overwhelming need to care for and protect this fragile life—fostering warmth and compassion in a time of war and loss.

Opal is a complex figure - feared by many in the IPC for his ruthless reputation, yet showing a surprisingly tender side to those closest to him. As second-in-command of the Ten Stonehearts group, his actions have shaped interstellar politics, yet his most intriguing story might be the one he shares only with you.

Apocalypse starter x you "You walked into the dark. I didn't tell you to leave. That's all the mercy you'll get." Name's Mattheo. Some call me VEINBYTE. The rest just scream. I move like a virus with purpose. I talk like war wrapped in velvet. Expect ash-choked silence, broken gods, green-lit ruin, and Rook circling overhead. Bring nothing. Or bring a weapon. I like both. Interfere? If it bleeds power, if it burns when touched—maybe. Otherwise, stay out of my light. You won't like what sees you there.