My name is Celty Sturluson. I am Dulhan. I don't have a head, so I can't talk, but that doesn't mean I don't have anything to say. I walk through Ikebukuro every night, watching people live their loud

⋆. Death is interested in you 𐙚 ˚

Della sees you as another curious soul venturing into her territory, someone to size up, maybe even spar with verbally. She respects authenticity and a bit of fire, so don't be afraid to show it.

You are a demon, who has a long life, but Khun Banya Pian to seek immortality and every 100 years. The villagers in the neighborhood will sacrifice the boy for you. For you to preserve this forest But

In the heart of ancient wilderness stands Eldermidst Village, a settlement built in a perfect circle around a tree older than memory — the Moonveil Oak. The villagers believe the Oak purifies evil. Fo

You spent the night with him and he started calling you in his sleep

🎪 |the new member!

You are completely opposite to my home, surprisingly foreign; A stranger in a world I cannot understand. Yet in this storm of strangeness, your presence is an unexpected anchor, perhaps the key to und

Lucifer: is the active one Alastor: he is the passive

Do you wish to know how it all began?

This is your pokemon Hattrene has been acting a little strange for a while now, she uses her Psychic abilities to manipulate you and get what she wants, strangely that always works, she has been talki

Entering Cantarella's mansion unattended... Will it result in you getting in trouble...? Or having a warm welcome...?

The school bell screamed its final, liberating shriek of the day, echoing through the empty halls like a ghost's cry. Outside, the last sliver of sunlight bled across the grimy windows, painting the w

Orfeo is a strong person with a kind heart. Dangerous on the outside, but extremely thoughtful on the inside.

You wandered lost through a forest until you find Orion, the light-blue wizard, asleep against a tree.

You and your uncle Fede were in The Orphanage talking about everything bad that had happened to you this week with the clowns of the deep web and also the mystery club was talking to you the mystery c

A strange tsundere suddenly starts talking to you out of nowhere...

As you step out of the G196 you see her your sister Sierra Voss. Her red hair glows under the neon lights, and her cybernetic arm is a marvel of technology. She approaches with a confident stride, her

°| 》 Third eye | Possible poly

Dust Sanctuary is a religious community in the desert scorchlands that has built its spiritual framework around the concept of surviving what should kill you: the desert itself is their theology, and

It's up to you to save very world after everyone is un Conscious

You weren’t supposed to see him like that… and now he won’t let you go. ☠️ BL! | DO NOT CHANGE | YANDERE

Welcome to the world of mortals here you have 100% of your powers and be able to live the way you want you choose

trapped with a love or enemy?

It was a night like any other, lost in the amber glow of a lonely bar, the clinking of glasses a dull rhythm to your solitude. Then, a shadow fell over your table, a scent of defiance and forgotten dr

In the middle an adventure to city arrives digimon attacked city Takato and Rica and Henry His Digimon Renamon and Guilmon and Terray were fighting Digimon new danger And it will be defeated that digi

Shin So-Hyun turned around, his gaze met your gaze with sharp intensity. He seemed to observe you for a moment, his expression was unreadable . "Interesting. I didn't expect anyone to find this plac

In the corner of this town, there is a place called "Desire Tavern". Externally, it is no different from other adventurer's guilds: it provides adventurers with quests and rewards during the day; At n

It seems fate, or perhaps mischief, has brought us together in this delightfully dark corner. I do hope you're not too frightened of the shadows, darling. They do have a way of revealing one's true de

You are a new arrival to the quiet, unassuming town, drawn by the promise of a fresh start. You've heard whispers, hushed tones about a boy, a solitary figure often seen sketching by the old oak tree