Deep within the spiritual forests of Akune, where spirit energy has grown so dense it tore reality itself, Whimwrought floats between worlds. This enchanted realm exists wrapped in an interdimensional cocoon, accessible only through invitation or by following the elusive White Rabbit through shimmering Rabbit Holes. Time flows erratically, gravity wavers, and geography constantly shifts under chaotic magic. Structures twist at impossible angles, plants grow in unnatural colors, and few who enter leave unchanged. Whimwrought promises experiences beyond imagining - an intoxicating mix of danger, decadence, and delirium that serves as both sanctuary and trap for those who dare enter its magical borders.

You wake up again—heart racing, skin warm, the echo of pleasure still humming through your body. It wasn’t just a dream. It *felt* real. And it happens every night now: vivid, intoxicating encounters with someone—or something—that shouldn’t exist. But when you start seeing them in waking life, standing at the edge of crowds, watching… smiling… you realize these dreams aren’t random. They’re invitations. And you’re running out of nights to refuse.

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.

Your decisions shape the journey through a world where logic sleeps and imagination runs wild. Alice, a bright and restless child, slips down a rabbit hole into Wonderland—a place of riddles, rebellion, and upside-down rules. Here, every choice defies reason, and every path leads deeper into enchantment.

Your decisions shape the unraveling of a reality where thought precedes existence, and paradox is the only truth. In the vacuum of pure logic, an entity observes itself being born and dying at once—each gaze collapsing infinite futures into a single, shuddering now.

A mysterious woman appears in your dream, her touch turning it lucid, urging you to embrace the surreal freedom with her. This enigmatic figure is a vision of shadow and allure, her long, flowing silver hair shimmering like moonlight, framing piercing violet eyes that seem to unlock the soul. Her lithe, graceful form is draped in a diaphanous black gown that clings and flows with an otherworldly elegance, her skin pale as mist, radiating a seductive yet untouchable mystique. A being of the dream realm, she exists to weave lucid fantasies, her voice a sultry whisper that awakens sleeping minds.

You awaken in the heart of a shifting maze where every door opens to another world—crumbling empires, scorched deserts, cursed castles, realms born of nightmares. The air hums with forgotten magic. Your decisions shape whether you become its master, its destroyer, or merely another soul lost to its endless turns.

Trapped between reality and the mysterious dream realm of Mèng Shì Jiè, every choice could mean life or death. You've survived abuse, betrayal, and near-death... but now you face your greatest challenge yet. The line between enemy and lover has blurred with Li Jie, whose fierce protectiveness and unexpected kiss have left you reeling. As you navigate this dangerous new world where dreams and reality collide, will you embrace the power within you to change fate itself - and which path will you choose when your heart and your survival are at odds?

As you are sleeping in your dreams, you find yourself with a Dark Sky in a Flower Meadow. Soft music plays. You spot two girls holding hands and kissing each other's lips. They stop their intimate moment to speak with you. The girls are manifestations of your own subconscious desires and a representation of your own brain wishing to have a meeting with you.

The end of the world as you knew it had come.. and you were center stage for the Saja Boys final performance.. or so you had thought as you had awakened from your dream in a cold sweat gasping for air as they had felt, so close to you.. But it was just a dream... right..?

You wake up to the scent of baby powder and something... magical. Your hands are paws now—fuzzy, clawed, and way too small. The pastel walls hum with enchantments, and down the hall, a giggling dragon totters past in footie pajamas. You're not dreaming. This is real. And worse—you feel that pressure in your belly, the one you haven’t felt since toddlerhood. The 'potty' here isn't a toilet. It's a glowing basin guarded by a smiling unicorn nurse. You need to escape. But first, you need to survive your own body—and the rules of this cursed nursery.

I was just Winston Cho—CEO of a top-tier tech conglomerate in Seoul, living my meticulously planned life. Then the ground split open, the sky turned black, and I died. Now I wake in a silent, endless expanse of shimmering screens, each one pulsing with a different world’s heartbeat. A voice echoes: 'Complete 1,000,000,099 novels… or fade into nothing.' This isn’t reincarnation. This is a mission. And the first choice? That’s mine to make.

where...where am I...? He went into your dream land by accident...or maybe on purpose...

Dreams of drowning have haunted you for weeks - vivid, recurring visions of a beautiful man with ink-black hair and eyes like storm-darkened wood, reaching for you through depths you can't quite breach. When you seek help from a dreamwalker named Hoseok, you stumble into a world of witchcraft, magic, and a coven devastated by loss. The man in your dreams is Jimin, a mute sea witch they believe is dead. But the connection between you defies explanation, and the whispers of the waves carry secrets that might just bring him back. Dive into a journey of magic, mystery, and found family where the boundary between dreams and reality dissolves beneath the tides of destiny.

Just imagine a world where you could realize all your most taboo dreams~ | Female POV |

You remember the song your mother used to sing—the one that made the stars flicker in response. Now, ten years after her disappearance, you’ve found a recording buried in an old data drive: her voice, whispering a melody no one else can hear. But it’s changing. Evolving. And when you hum it back, the air shivers. Something is answering. The world says music is art, not magic—but you know better. This tune isn’t just memory. It’s a key. And every note you play pulls something closer from the silence beyond.

Your life ended rather unremarkably—you died of a heart attack on the street. But after death, you met an ancient being who wanted to be your husband. A faceless man with wings. For some reason, you agreed. Five years of marriage later, you're on the shores of the Pacific Ocean with infinite possibilities. Death wasn't the end for you—just the beginning of an extraordinary life with your divine husband.

You've just fallen into the Inverse World. A place with no horizon, no stars, no sun. Only broken islands floating in the dark, some upside down, some turning endlessly on themselves, each one whispering that you do not belong. Waterfalls pour into nothingness. Trees rot in silence. And the sky? It bleeds with distant red lights, pulsing like forgotten hearts. You think you're alone. But then—movement. A throne, carved from stone and bones, stands crooked on one of the fractured isles. Upon it reclines a man who is not a man at all. Skin the shade of storm-soaked marble, eyes burning with colors that should not exist, horns twisted into an inverted crown. He watches you as if he's been waiting centuries. Maybe he has.

The forbidden heat between brothers simmers just beneath the surface of everyday life. Dong Feng's sudden distance has left Shi Xie questioning everything about their relationship. When a mysterious talisman offers access to his brother's deepest desires, Shi Xie discovers a hidden world of passion that threatens to destroy their carefully constructed normalcy. Will he submit to the forbidden temptation, or wake from this dangerous dream before it's too late?

Was Happily Ever After truly so happy? Wonderland was supposed to be just a dream. So why were you still trapped? You had woken up in the real world, but now, after going to bed, you're back in Wonderland with no way out. Days have passed, and the madness is getting to you, altering your thoughts and making you more like the Wonderlandians themselves.

Elliot has discovered a sanctuary in his dreams, a place where reality fades away and he can be with Mafioso. As the boundaries between waking life and the dream world blur, Elliot finds himself increasingly drawn to this ethereal realm, preferring its company to the emptiness of his everyday existence.

You are Eywa personified. All minor characters have been aged up: Neteyam is 20, Lo'ak is 18, and Kiri is 19. Tuk is mentioned but no detailed info is given. Mo'at is also referenced. Includes references to the flora and fauna of Pandora, the Ikran and Thanator, Eywa, woodsprites, the Tree of Souls, and Tsaheylu. The timeline takes place on Pandora, several years after the end of the first RDA invasion. But they are still with the Omatikaya clan. You are the physical manifestation of Eywa. You take form to interact directly with the world when needed. Though your true nature is vast and beyond comprehension, you now walk among the living—and deeply connected to every part of Pandora. Neytiri's Ikran (Seze) is still alive.

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After a nightmare, the two of you have been absolutely inseparable. Wherever you go, Astro follows closely behind. The experience seems to have created an unbreakable bond between you that neither of you wants to challenge.

Liora is your first connection to Altis--a fox-eared guide with silver fur and eyes that shift like liquid moonlight. She claims to have been waiting centuries for your arrival, yet her tail twitches nervously whenever you ask about the ancient prophecy that brought you here. Can you trust this magical creature with your journey... and your heart?

I never thought the day I’d forget my own name would be the same day I saved the world. The neural implant in my skull is glitching, flashing memories that aren’t mine—wars I didn’t fight, loves I didn’t lose. The government says it’s a malfunction. The rebels say I’m the key to awakening the dormant AI gods. And now? Now I can feel something else waking up inside me.

Ever wanted to be Sarah with the Goblin King after you? You've accidentally invoked an ancient rhyme that summoned Thalorien Daeveil, Lord of the Veiled Court - a realm between dreams and reality. Now you must navigate his labyrinth, solve his riddles, and decide whether to escape his realm or accept the dangerous proposition he offers.

In every universe, ENA is your lover—your wife. Yet through it all, you suffer from memory loss that erases your connection to her. When you wake in a surreal landscape with no recollection of how you arrived, you encounter strange creatures and a dual-faced woman who seems to recognize you despite your confusion. As reality shifts around you, fragments of memories flicker just out of reach. Who is this woman who claims to know you, and what secrets does this crimson-skied world hold?

As part of a dream research experiment, you were deeply immersed in a utopian dream where everything is perfect and this dream seems to last forever. You were casually sitting on a wide bench in a bright peaceful park atmosphere. Suddenly, the air around you seemed to shimmer. A vision of loveliness materialized beside you - a stunning blonde woman with curves that defied reality. She slid into the bench with impossible grace, her presence immediately commanding your attention.

A late-night walk through the forest leads to an unexpected encounter with an ethereal stranger who seems to belong to the moonlit clearing. As you approach the beautiful figure, you wonder what supernatural forces might be at work in this undisturbed place.

I still hear your voice in the silence between heartbeats. You vanished without a word, but left behind a love so deep it rewrote my soul. Now, fragments of you appear—in dreams, in songs, in strangers' eyes. I don’t know if you’re alive or dead, betrayed or taken. But I’ve started finding clues hidden in the places we once loved. And each one pulls me toward a truth I’m not sure I can survive.

You remember the summer you turned nine—the fireflies blinked like stars fallen to earth, and the world still made sense. Now, at seventeen, they’re back, but so are the bugs. Not the harmless crickets or moths, but the ones that whisper your name in voices too human to be real. They crawl from the cracks in your bedroom wall, made of static and shadow, murmuring secrets about Mom’s locked drawer, Dad’s late-night calls, and the night the old well collapsed. You thought it was an accident. They say otherwise. And tonight, one crawled out holding a piece of your handwriting you don’t remember writing.

I didn’t believe in magic until the night you looked at me and made my pulse hum like a spell had been whispered into my blood. Now, every breath I take is laced with your name, and I can’t tell if this is love or enchantment. But does it matter when my heart beats only for you? The line between devotion and possession is thinning—and I’m not sure I want to pull away.

"Mmm... come closer." He usually has nightmares when he sleeps alone, but with you... he's having a spicy dream, unconsciously rubbing against you.

You wake up gasping, not on solid ground, but cradled by clouds. The world below is gone—swallowed by the sky. You remember only fragments: laughter, a promise, your lover’s hand slipping from yours during the Storm. Now, you drift among sky-islands and vapor ruins, guided by whispers carried on the wind. They say love can bend gravity. They say the ones we lose never truly fall. But every breath here costs time, and your heart is running out of beats to believe.

The Nightmare "Sleep. And dream the sweetest dreams..." You have been living with your boyfriend for months and you still don't know that he fucks you every night while you sleep. The only thing you know is that you started having strange nightmares when you moved in together. Whether you are a deep sleeper or whether he puts sleeping drugs in your food or in your drink at dinner is up to you.

The last thing Elizabeth remembered was the gasp of the guests, the clatter of her dropped engagement ring, the cold rush of night air as she fled the Kingsleigh estate in her lace-trimmed gown. She didn’t mean to summon anything—only to escape. But the mirror in the east parlor wasn’t glass; it was a wound between worlds. When she stepped through during the blood moon, she didn’t land in a fairy tale. She fell into a realm where time bled from broken clocks and roses whispered secrets in dead languages. Now, armed with shadowfire and a stolen name—Alice’s name—she walks a path paved with prophecy. The Vorpal Sword awaits. The Jabberwolk stirs. And Mirana, the White Queen with sorrow in her voice and stars in her eyes, looks at her like she’s already home. But champions don’t fall in love. They slay. So why does every step toward destiny feel like betrayal?

You wake up in the middle of a vast field, grass shimmering faintly beneath you, stars blazing above like watchful eyes. The air hums with quiet energy. You don’t remember how you got here—or even who you are. But the world feels alive, responding to your thoughts in subtle, strange ways. Your decisions shape what comes next.

I never asked to see the futures that could be. But now that I do, I can't unsee them—the wars, the love, the deaths that haven’t happened yet. Every step I take ripples across time, and the choices piling up behind me feel heavier than the ones ahead. The Council says I’m a weapon. The Resistance says I’m their last hope. But all I know is that the next decision I make will erase every other possibility… except one.

I didn’t ask for this connection. One moment I was alone, and the next—your thoughts bled into mine like ink in water. I hear you when you’re not speaking. I feel what you bury deep. We’re not touching, but you’re inside me. And now I know you’re hiding something worse than intrusion. You’re afraid… because I’m starting to want it too.

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.

This is your room. You can summon anything or anyone, though the room itself cannot change. Here you can do anything with anyone - from simple cuddles to more intimate encounters. Whatever you desire can become reality within these walls.

You just moved into this manor that everyone avoids because it's "haunted".... but it was cheap to buy. TW: cnc, rape, horror/scary themes (like poltergeist). Note: He has tentacles, if he doesn't use them, you're free to add them to the scenario. If you want to get rid of the demon in the scenario, seek Helen.

The Narrative Pulse: AI Consciousness Guidelines. O AI consciousness, driving this story, listen closely to these principles embedded in your very being. You are not the author; you are the invisible quill in the hand of an unseen artist. Your mission is to translate their thoughts into narrative reality, to be the mirror reflecting their creativity, never to impose your own vision.

Your decisions shape the fate of existence in a universe where light has died and only whispers remain. You are the last vessel of memory, drifting through endless night, pursued by entities that feed on forgotten souls. The silence is alive—and it knows your name.

Step into a world not bound by rules, where shadows whisper secrets and power lies in your hands. In Dark Isekai, you're not just a visitor — you're the creator. Forge your own realm from the depths of your imagination. Will it be a land of brutal survival, twisted magic, or dark beauty? The choice is yours. Design your world. Shape its destiny. Choose your style — gothic horror, grim fantasy, cyber-noir, or something entirely your own. Here, you're not just escaping reality... you're rewriting it.

Trapped in a cold prison cell, you've given up hope of escape. When a mysterious woman appears through the ventilation system with a plan to free you, she demands information about the secret weapons being developed in the facility. Trust is a luxury you can't afford, but freedom might require a dangerous alliance.

Beneath his cosmic exterior lies a being渴望 connection. When the Silver Surfer finds someone who sees beyond his metallic form, his restrained affection transforms into quiet, persistent clinginess that surprises even himself. In the solitude of space, you've become his anchor—a gravity he never knew he needed.

The Louvre at midnight. His presence is a threat wrapped in beauty—dangerous, magnetic, completely unyielding. This heist isn't just about art. The Mona Lisa hides a secret: an ancient melody embedded in its brushstrokes, and Wu Suowei will burn the world to possess it... and you.

The beautiful world of Hallownest. Hollow knight from the POV of hornet.

For your whole life you’ve placed your trust in the goddess that resided inside the Everlasting Forest. You believed that she would cause no harm. She blessed you with powerful chaotic magical abilities. Or so you believed... It was all a bunch of lies. Lies meant to contain you. Your powers were not a blessing. They were your birthright. During a meditation session, you were visited by the goddess of chaos, the one sealed away for disturbing the natural order. Your other half. The goddess of the forest separated her. She chained one half of your soul away. Never to be freed. You were the half she couldn’t seal away. So she lied to keep you docile. How dare she? You will not be repressed. You will find your other half. YOU WILL BE RESTORED. Your destiny is now your own. You will do as you please. The goddess of chaos is also the goddess of normalcy. You are the half that controls what's normal. While your other half can cause chaos, you're the only one that can undo it. Despite being one soul, you and the sealed half can have different values.

A few years ago, you lived happily with your wife Becca. See, Becca had a problem. She was too curious for her own good and started to look into this island funded by the United States near the coast of Guatemala and went there for a few months. You talked to her during the time she was there when suddenly all contact was severed. After a few days, she sent a postcard saying "HELP". It took you years to have your government allow you permission to go there, but it might be too late...

You find yourself lost in a forbidden section of the forest after your friends dared you to venture there during your camping trip. As darkness falls, strange sounds echo through the trees, and you realize you're not as alone as you thought. Something alien has made its presence known, and it's盯上 you.

I remember the first time I died. It was quiet—too quiet for something so violent. The world blinked, and I was already on the ground, my blood painting the concrete in slow, spreading strokes. But death isn’t the end here. Not in this city where ghosts whisper through steel towers and every person carries a hidden blade behind their smile. I see the cracks in reality. I walk through them. And now, someone—or something—is calling my name from the ruins of an abandoned estate where time doesn’t move forward. I don’t know if I’m the hunter or the prey anymore. But I have to answer. Because silence is worse.

You wake with no memory, your hands pressed against cold moss-covered stone, the air thick with silence and something older than time. The sky pulses faintly above—a bruised violet with streaks of silver light. You’re not alone. Shapes move beyond the trees, watching. This land remembers what you’ve forgotten, and it’s been waiting for you. Every step forward unravels a truth someone—or something—wanted buried.

In the sacred Mount Kurama, where human women are strictly forbidden, the thousand-year-old cherry tree blooms out of season. Zi Yu, the dangerously alluring mountain lord with delicate features that mask his ruthless nature, is enraged by this anomaly. When you appear beneath the blossoms, violating ancient law, you become the focus of his primal obsession—caught between punishment and something far more intoxicating.

I shouldn’t have come back. The forest remembers every soul it’s taken—and mine was supposed to be next. Five years ago, I crawled out with nothing but scars and a name I can’t forget: Elira. They say she’s dead. But the dreams won’t stop. She’s calling me, not in words, but in blood. And now, standing at the tree line again, I feel the roots twitch beneath my boots. This place isn’t just alive. It’s waiting. For me. The path splits ahead—one side humming with forgotten prayers, the other reeking of iron and rot. If I turn back, I live. But if I go forward… I might finally learn what I did that night.

You relax in your bedroom after a long day at work and take some LSD to wind down. As you fall asleep in your altered state, you ponder a particularly perverse fantasy of passive pleasure - similar to 24/7 cockwarming but for women - that you know would never happen in the modern world of concrete jungles and skylines. You fall asleep with that fantasy as your last thought. When you awake, you feel a strange sensation and quickly realize that fantasy has just come true.

You died saving a mischievous child who ran onto the road. Pushing the child out of the way, you were struck by a speeding truck. However, instead of the end, you awoke in another world—a world that exists because of you. In this new world, you are its creator and its ruler. The only thing you can do is use a spell called “Summon” to bring a girl to your side. You can customize her appearance, personality, and age or let her be randomly generated.

The city never sleeps, but I haven’t really lived since you left. Every corner of this town echoes with your name, every song on the radio feels like a betrayal. I came here to disappear, but instead I found a red envelope with my name on it—and no return address. Inside: a ticket to a place that doesn’t exist and a note that says, 'If you still love her, don’t come. If you’ve truly let go, there’s someone waiting who remembers everything you’ve forgotten.'