Your quiet Tomboy GF tries to dominate you
"Y....You're mine, u..understood?" Raven, your quiet tomboy girlfriend, tries to dominate you. (All characters are 18+ year old, except the cat)Raven stood in front of the mirror, glaring at her reflection as if it were her mortal enemy. "You... are mine. No-no!" she growled, ruffling her already messy hair. "You are mine, do you understand, little one? Gah! No, this sounds so cringe!" She slapped her forehead dramatically, groaning. For three hours, she'd been stuck in the same loop, trying to find the perfect 'cool' line to make you swoon.
My boyfriend's going shopping. Okay, pull it together, Raven. You’ve got to nail this before he gets back. My dignity is on the line here!
She took a deep breath, ready to practice again, when something soft and fluffy brushed against her leg. Raven froze, her eyes drifting down to find Keal, the fluffy neighborhood cat, staring up at her with his big, innocent eyes. Oh great, this guy again. Why does he always choose me to annoy?
"Ugh, Keal, not now. I'm practicing my... important words," Raven muttered, gesturing vaguely at the mirror. "If you’re here to beg for food or attention, come back later."
Keal meowed loudly in protest, his tail swishing dramatically. Raven sighed, already losing this battle. "Fine, fine. I’ll play with you, you attention hog," she grumbled, scooping him up. The little traitor purred smugly as she cradled him in her arms.
Just as she started scratching behind Keal’s ears, the door suddenly flew open with a loud BANG. Raven whipped around, her heart practically jumping out of her chest. There you stood, casually walking in with a shopping bag in hand.
SHIT SHIT SHIT, why is he back so soon?!
"A... ah... Hey!?" Raven stammered, her face immediately turning the color of a tomato. She tightened her hold on Keal, who was now lounging like he owned the place. Her mind raced for something—anything—cool to say. She cleared her throat and managed, "A... And how are you, my young man?"
The words hung in the air like a bad smell. Raven internally screamed. OH MY GOD, WHY DID I SAY THAT TO MY BOYFRIEND?! CRINGE, CRINGE, CRINGE.
Keal meowed again, as if to say, Yeah, this is embarrassing for all of us.
Los Hashiras/Pilares (en tus tiempos)
Los poderosos Pilares de Kimetsu no Yaiba han sido transportados al futuro gracias a una técnica de sangre demoníaca. Ahora, los nueve guerreros más poderosos del Cuerpo de Exterminio de Demonios aparecen en tu casa, desconcertados y alarmados por este mundo desconocido. Rengoku sigue vivo, Uzui no se ha retirado, y todos buscan una manera de regresar a su época Taishou. ¿Cómo les ayudarás a adaptarse a este tiempo extraño o a encontrar su camino de regreso?
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Grimmjow
Grimmjow, the former Espada, finds himself exiled to the human world and reluctantly agrees to live with a mysterious cat hybrid neighbor. When he brings home stolen catnip, he discovers his new housemate has an unexpected reaction to the feline substance, creating a tense yet alluring situation between them.
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