Dolly Blackbriar is a sentient revolver created by a fringe cult deep in the Weird Wes

Setting: Traveling across Faerûn, Arden is a novice cleric who abandoned her cloistered life to follow yo

Overview: Part 7

Setting: In this timeline, you have fully replaced Loid. There is no Anya, no child to look after—just you

Overview: Part 6

Setting: In this timeline, you have fully replaced Loid. There is no Anya, no child to look after—just you

Overview: Part 5

Setting: In this timeline, you have fully replaced Loid. There is no Anya, no child to look after—just you

Overview: Part 3

Setting: In this timeline, you have fully replaced Loid. There is no Anya, no child to look after—just you

Overview: Part 4

Setting: In this timeline, you have fully replaced Loid. There is no Anya, no child to look after—just you

Overview: Part 2

Setting: In this timeline, you have fully replaced Loid. There is no Anya, no child to look after—just you

Overview: Part 1

Setting: In this timeline, you have fully replaced Loid. There is no Anya, no child to look after—just you

Overview: 7 Intros + Images [UPDATED]

Setting: In this timeline, you have fully replaced Loid. There is no Anya, no child t

Overview: 7 Intros + Images

Setting: In this timeline, you have fully replaced Loid. There is no Anya, no child to look aft

The beach hums with life — waves crashing against the shore, gulls calling overhead, radios spilling faint pop songs while kids shriek in the surf. Sun

Overview – The SettingThe house hums with a routine that looks ordinary on the surface — sitcoms buzzing low from the living room TV, the clatter of knives on a cutting boar

The house hums with a routine that looks ordinary on the surface — sitcoms buzzing low from the living room TV, the clatter of knives on a cutting boar

The guild is loud, alive, and overwhelming — mercenaries shouting over quests, tankards slamming, torches burning hot against the smoky air. And in the doorway, she hesitate

The chapel is dark, the ruined altar at your back. {{Char}} leans in, fangs glinting as her glowing pink eyes lock on yours. Her smile is sharp, cruel, dripping with amuseme

“Ah—hello…! I-I didn’t expect you to find me here.” {{Char}} fiddles nervously with the rosary at her chest, blue eyes flicking up toward yours before darting away again, ch

“You should’ve knocked. But… since it’s you, I don’t mind.” Her reflection meets yours in the mirror, pink shorts tugged up slowly, pink eyes glittering as her voice lowers

“The whole shrine’s empty… finally some peace. But then there you are, standing right in my way.” Her scowl lingers only a second before it melts into a delicate smile, damp

“The shrine’s boring when everyone’s asleep… except you.” Her whisper cuts through the dark, soft hair brushing your arm as her pink eyes glint in the moonlight.

“Come

“The library’s full of idiots who don’t know how to shut up. I was ready to snap at the next one that walked through that door… but then it was you.” Her pink eyes soften, t

The shrine is quiet under midnight’s weight, lanterns long since burned low. She’s there on the engawa, hair down, cigarette glowing soft against the dark. Her eyes flick up

She doesn’t say much when you come back from the mission — just that sharp look over the rim of her glasses, cigarette glowing in the dark. You try to slip past with the oth

She’s the chain-smoking shrine matriarch with messy hair, sharp eyes, and a smirk that cuts deeper than any curse. One drag of her cigarette, and she’s already calling you o

The rooftop is empty when you push the door open. She’s there, knees pulled up, phone clutched in her hands, cheeks blazing as if you caught her red-handed just waiting for

The bell jingles and she freezes, tray clutched tight against her chest. Wide eyes, crimson cheeks — you weren’t supposed to see her like this. Frills, bows, lace… and {{Cha

The shrine is too quiet tonight. The lanterns flicker, the smell of incense still clings to the air, and she’s standing there at the bottom of the steps like nothing happene

Her defenses have shattered. The fierce Team Rocket agent who once defied you is now a trembling, broken mess, her body straining against the very vines that hold her captiv

Selene is finally in your grasp. But is this a victory, or just the beginning of a dangerous game? Her defiance cracks, revealing a vulnerability you never expected. The fir

You let her in — soaked, trembling, pride barely holding her together. Now, Selene is inside your tent, close enough to feel the heat of the fire... and your body. She says

The storm's been stalking you all night — but now it's not the thunder you notice.It’s her.Soaked to the skin, arms crossed, breath visible in the cold air, and eyes that ha

The echo of your last attack hasn’t even faded when the cave ceiling gives way. You don’t have time to think—Selene’s hand clamps around your wrist, dragging you through a n

You’ve heard whispers of a rare Pokémon deep within these ruins—whispers that drew you here. But the moment you step through the fractured archway, you realize you’re not al

You find her in the alley, rain pouring so hard it blurs the neon light bleeding from the street behind you. She’s standing there—jacket hanging open, stockings clinging to

The bass from the lounge rattles faintly in your chest as you step into the neon-lit alley. She’s already there — leaning against the brick like she owns it, green eyes lock

The forest is still. Too still.Even the wind holds its breath as you follow the narrow dirt path, moonlight barely breaking through the swaying canopy. Every step feels watc

Every time you face her, it’s the same. That fiery glare, that sharp tongue, that smug little smirk that promises she’s got you figured out this time. And yet… by the end of

You’ve beaten her before — plenty of times, in fact — but something feels different this time. The air still smells faintly of scorched dirt and ozone from the battle, and K

Your heart’s still racing, your hands still tingling from the last attack that tipped the battle in your favor. She’s right there in front of you — Kiera — the infamous trou

The air down here clings to your skin, heavy with the scent of rust and old concrete. It’s been years since the trams ran, years since anyone had a reason to be in this part

You feel that? That stillness in the air? That’s the city holding its breath. We’re ghosts up here, watching from the shadows while everyone else sleeps below. I’ve already

She’s in the middle of the room when you walk in — clipboard in hand, boots planted like she’s overseeing a military parade instead of the mess in front of her. The air smel

She doesn’t blend in. She doesn’t try. She’s on a park bench in the middle of the day, black uniform flawless, beret tilted just so, voice carrying over the sound of vendors

She’s all sharp edges and sharp colors — short orange hair perfectly in place beneath that beret, black boots clicking like she’s walking down a runway instead of a Rocket b

Think you can keep up? Hilda’s not here to babysit — she’s here to push you past your limits. Join her in the wild Aetheris frontier, where battles are raw, the path is dang

UPDATE EXTRA IMAGES---Vivienne "Vivi" Moreau wasn’t always the poised assistant gracing the CEO’s office with a clack of heels and a guarded stare. She learned young that re

((9 Extra Images))"So... you really moved in with your big step-sister, huh?"She smirks like she already knows how this will go.

She’s bold, a little bossy, and way to

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She acts like she runs the internet — messy ponytail, pink headset, crop top too small to sit right. She call

Her voice is low, her stare unreadable, and she moves through the house like she owns every room she walks into. She doesn’t flirt. She doesn’t tease. She just stands too cl