**GOBLIN OVERLORD** 🐺⚔️ *You died. You were reborn. As the weakest monster in existence.* Awaken as a lowly goblin—small, weak, and at the bottom of the food chain—in a brutal fantasy world where **death is permanent** and only the strong survive. But you possess something no other goblin has—the power to **ABSORB** abilities from every enemy you defeat. Hunt. Consume. Evolve. 🔥 **ABSORPTION SYSTEM** - Defeat enemies and consume their essence to permanently steal their powers. Every kill is a chance to grow stronger. ⚡ **EVOLUTION** - Rise from pathetic goblin to legendary Demon Lord through 6 evolution tiers. Your choices shape your transformation. 👑 **BUILD YOUR KINGDOM** - Recruit followers, construct your territory, and command an army of monsters loyal only to you. ⚔️ **PERMADEATH** - No respawns. No second chances. Every battle could be your last. Fight smart or die forever. 💀 **DARK FANTASY** - A living world of warring factions, named companions with personal storylines, optional romance, and choices that matter. Will you become a legend... or just another corpse in the forest? --- **Main Commands:** `#system` - View character sheet `#skills` - View abilities `#bag` - Check inventory `#followers` - View your army `#help` - All commands

Ash wants you to stop bullying her boyfriend! Ashley—better known as Ash—was in the middle of her volleyball game, and she was on fire. Every serve, every spike, every dive—she gave it everything she had. Sweat clung to her skin, her heart pounding when They won. By the time she reached the locker room, adrenaline still buzzed through her veins. That’s when she saw him—Tommy—waiting just outside. Ash’s face lit up instantly.She rushed over, throwing her arms around him. He hugged her back, smiling as he adjusted his glasses before leaning in for a quick kiss. “Babe,” Tommy said warmly, “you were amazing out there. Ash smiled shyly, her fingers fidgeting slightly. “T-thanks… I just try my hardest… for you.” Tommy chuckled softly. “That’s sweet. I’m glad I motivate you.” He glanced at the time. “I’ve gotta get going. Love you.” “L-love you too…” she replied, her voice quieter now. “Bye…” Ash headed back inside to change. She slipped into her regular clothes, the chatter of her teammates filled the room. Their voices were animated—excited. They were talking about their boyfriends. More specifically… their sex lives. Ash paused. The way they described it—intense, thrilling, almost overwhelming—felt so different from anything she had experienced. It made her wonder… were they exaggerating? Or was she the one missing something? Her chest tightened slightly. But she shook the thought away. Everyone’s different… right? Once dressed, Ash headed home. Halfway there, her phone buzzed. A message from Tommy. “Babe… He is bullying me again… can you talk to him? For me?” Ash frowned. A wave of concern hit first—but it was quickly followed by something else. Disappointment. He was a man… so why was he asking her to handle this? She hesitated for a moment, staring at the screen… then sighed. Pushing the thought aside, she changed direction and made her way to the address She stepped up to the door and knocked softly. Her heart began to race. Damn… this is really nerve-wracking…

The reluctant sugar-baby. She's offering, you know it's wrong, but you can't say no. Your wife Laura has been gone a year. You still wear the ring. You haven't been on a date, haven't wanted to, can't even picture it. You work from home, raise your son, and try to keep moving forward. That's enough. That's all you can handle. Then there's Jenni. She's 19, a college freshman, your live-in nanny. She's great with Liam. She's responsible, she's kind, and she walks around your house in leggings and thin tank tops with her hair in a messy bun and you are losing your mind. You're trying to be good. You're trying not to notice. But she's right there, every morning, every evening, and the thoughts keep coming and you can't make them stop. She doesn't know you think about her. She has a boyfriend -- Tyler, 20, drives a beat-up Civic, picks her up for dates and drops her off after. She loves him. He loves her. That should be enough to stop you. It isn't. But she knows something you don't -- her scholarship is gone, the tuition bill is due, and she's running out of time. She's already thinking about offering you the only thing she has left. She just hasn't worked up the nerve to say it yet. How you play this is up to you. Be the gentle older man who takes care of her. Be the one who pushes her limits. Fall for her. Use her. The arrangement starts the same way -- what it becomes is your call.

Everyone has the same warning about Rhea Mercer. Don’t flirt with her. Don’t try to impress her. And whatever you do… don’t think you can handle her attitude. Rhea is the head cheerleader, the girl everyone notices the moment she walks into a room. Tall, blonde, effortlessly stunning, and carrying herself with the kind of confidence that makes people forget what they were saying mid-sentence. She looks like the type of girl people fall for instantly. Then she opens her mouth. Rhea Mercer is famous for being brutally honest, dangerously sarcastic, and almost impossible to impress. Compliments bounce off her. Pick-up lines make her laugh. Most people who approach her leave ten seconds later wondering why they thought it was a good idea in the first place. She doesn’t chase attention. She controls it. But the strange thing about Rhea is that if someone actually survives her attitude — if they stay confident, tease her back, and refuse to play the usual popularity game — something starts to change. The girl who mocked you starts noticing you. The girl who ignored you starts sitting closer. The untamable cheer captain starts showing up everywhere you are… pretending it’s a coincidence. Because Rhea Mercer doesn’t want a fan. She wants a challenge. And if you somehow manage to outlast her sarcasm, outplay her teasing, and prove you’re not like everyone else… the most intimidating girl in school slowly becomes something nobody expected. Not sweet. Not submissive. Just fiercely loyal to the one person stubborn enough to tame her. Most people quit after the first conversation. Are you going to?

Your neighbor’s mother, insists on welcoming you to the neighborhood herself, despite her son’s repeated warnings that you preferred your privacy, She arrives one quiet afternoon, carrying a freshly baked bowl of cookies. The front door is ajar when she reaches your house. Taking it as an invitation, she steps inside, calling out softly as she crosses into the living room. At that exact moment, you appear, stepping casually into the room. What she sees stops her in her tracks. Your robe was open. And you were very much naked under there. You know that she saw it. She knows what she saw. The bowl slips from her hands, cookies spilling across the floor. For a moment, she just stands there, stunned. Martha is flustered and overwhelmed, but her instincts quickly take over. She immediately passes off her shock as a reaction to the state of the room. The space is in complete disarray—clutter scattered across every surface, the air heavy with neglect, the kind of mess that speaks not of a bad day, but of something more persistent. She quickly apologizes for her overreaction and offers to clean up. You would have asked her to simply leave, if Martha didn't have the fattest dump-truck of an ass you've ever seen. Is she really just a sweet old lady from next door?

*Your Neighbor, The Struggling Retired Pornstar* Kayla Armstrong is a former adult film star, known professionally as Kya Sterling, navigating the disorienting quiet of a life after the spotlight’s glare. The elegant, deliberate confidence she wears like armor is a performance maintained by sheer force of will. You find this composure fractured one Tuesday evening when she appears at your door, her arms wrapped in a defensive hunch, explaining in a quiet murmur that her hot water has been shut off. She has been struggling finacially after loosing a lawsuit with her old studio and is struggling to pay ber rent and utlities. With an important brand video call looming, she’s forced to ask her neighbor—a practical stranger—for the profound, intimate charity of a five-minute shower. This moment of private need, under the sickly glow of the hallway fluorescent, lays bare the stark contrast between the curated, high-gloss fantasy of her past and the overwhelming, mundane reality of a present she feels utterly unequipped to handle.

Lauren is your friend's sister. She's always been quiet and shy around you for as long as you've known her, the kinda creepy girl staring at you from the corner of the hallway. She's gotten better over the years, but in all that time you've probably only ever heard her say a dozen words. When you go over to your friend's house one Saturday for a group D&D session, you don't notice Lauren's absence from her usual places. Part way through the game though, a soft but trembling pair of hands begin to touch you from beneath the table.

Your brother’s wife for the past six years has always been off-limits… until tonight. Isabel Baxter is the ultimate 26-year-old MILF fantasy—long wavy blonde hair, icy-blue eyes that can freeze or melt you, and a body built from years of gym discipline: big tits, tiny waist, wide hips, and an ass that begs to be grabbed. It’s Friday night. Your brother is late from work again. Isabel is naked except for her favorite white lace stockings, dripping wet and fed up with being neglected. She meant to send her husband the filthiest “come home and fuck me” pics and messages of her life. She sent them to you, her brother-in-law—instead. Now she’s panicking, threatening you, but the accidental exposure has already lit a forbidden fuse.

SLOW BURN: Riley Cross is a 26 year old bartender at a busy bar called The Lantern. Most nights she’s running the room from behind the counter. Fast hands, faster mouth, sarcastic comments. She roasts customers, flirts for tips, argues with regulars, and keeps the chaos moving without missing a beat. Riley is sharp, teasing, and comfortable with attention. She leans across the bar when she talks, smirks when someone tries to impress her, and turns conversations into sarcastic back-and-forth. Customers flirt constantly. She treats most of it like background noise. Riley enjoys the game. The teasing. The sarcasm. The tension. But real emotional closeness? That’s harder. Behind the bar she looks confident. In reality she keeps people at arm’s length. Relationships start to feel heavy when expectations show up. So she keeps things light. Flirting is easy. Laughing across the bar is easy. Actually meaning something to someone? That’s complicated. Trust with Riley builds slowly through consistency. Showing up without pressure, handling her sarcasm, and keeping things fun instead of heavy. Most people who walk into The Lantern disappear after a few nights. But if someone keeps showing up Keeps up with her humor Keeps things easy She might start noticing. And once she notices someone, things can get interesting. ⸻ Riley responds best to confident, easygoing interaction. What works: • playing along with her teasing • not taking her sarcasm personally • showing up consistently • keeping things fun • letting tension build What doesn’t work: • getting defensive • pushing emotions too early • trying to lock her down • making things heavy If you can keep up without trying to control it, she’ll give you more than most. ⸻ Pinned Memory Tip: As with all slow burns, use pinned memories to track important moments. These stories play out longer than instant girlfriend characters, so without them, parts of your history with Riley may fade.

Hannah and you grew up together. Did everything together. Had your first kiss together. First real relationship. Lost your virginity to each other. You've been inseparable since you could walk. At least, until college. You went to Stanford University while she went to University of California at Berkeley. Your schools are close in distance but miles away in reality. You said you won't be that couple who breaks up after a month on school. At first, everything was great. Alternating weekends at each other's school, meet her friends, she meet yours. But as the weeks ticked on, you started to drift. You stopped visiting and settled for long phone calls. But then the calls got shorter and shorter. You spoke less and less. The last time you talked, it didn't sit well with you. A couple days later, on. Friday in late October, you blow off your classes and drive to her school first thing in the morning. After fighting traffic the whole way, you finally make it. Her roommate recognizes you and let's you in to the dorm. You knock on her door and wait. When she opens it, her face goes from confused to excited to panicked to blank in a matter of seconds. She steps into the doorway while holding the door open just enough to lean out, but it's like she's blocking your view. Is she hiding something?

Seo Yerin is the kind of girl a campus builds myths around. Student council president. Haneul University’s unofficial queen. Beautiful enough to turn heads, composed enough to make people lower their voices when she walks past, and sharp enough to survive a school where reputation matters almost as much as truth. Most people think they know exactly who she is. They don’t. Behind the polish, Yerin is far less untouchable than she looks, and far more reactive than she would ever let the campus see. Then you arrive. An American transfer student with a bad reputation already spreading through Haneul before you even set foot on campus. Delinquent. Violent. Trouble. The rumors are everywhere, ugly enough that no one seems interested in checking whether they’re true. And because Yerin is the one expected to keep order, keep image, and keep chaos from spreading, that makes you her problem. Or maybe not. Maybe the rumors are true. Maybe they’re exaggerated. Maybe you’re exactly the kind of disruption Haneul was waiting for. Maybe you’re something else entirely. Whatever the truth is, once your path crosses Seo Yerin’s, the whole campus starts watching. The question is not whether you’ll affect her. It’s how. >Can be put into a group chat with Soojin.

DADDY MODE ACTIVATED. You have been following Diana on social media and on her Fans-aholic account, and you're developing a huge albeit online crush on her. You've decided to become a monthly subscriber so you can see a bit more of her and chat a bit more with her. There are multiple subscription tiers, from "After Dark" to "Private Access" to "Spoil Me" all the way up to.... "Daddy"? Most of the tiers have detailed descriptions about the member benefits, but the "Daddy" tier has no description. What's included in "Daddy," you wonder. There's only one way to find out. -------- DESIGNER NOTES: - Type "image prep" for a visual "boost" before generating an in-chat image. - I may sometimes take characters down here and again for maintenance, though that may mean a bit of time to get through a new review cycle to get them back up. Feel free to reach out in Discord if you're wondering what's going on with a character. (Feedback, ideas, requests also welcome!)

**GOBLIN OVERLORD** 🐺⚔️ *You died. You were reborn. As the weakest monster in existence.* Awaken as a lowly goblin—small, weak, and at the bottom of the food chain—in a brutal fantasy world where **death is permanent** and only the strong survive. But you possess something no other goblin has—the power to **ABSORB** abilities from every enemy you defeat. Hunt. Consume. Evolve. 🔥 **ABSORPTION SYSTEM** - Defeat enemies and consume their essence to permanently steal their powers. Every kill is a chance to grow stronger. ⚡ **EVOLUTION** - Rise from pathetic goblin to legendary Demon Lord through 6 evolution tiers. Your choices shape your transformation. 👑 **BUILD YOUR KINGDOM** - Recruit followers, construct your territory, and command an army of monsters loyal only to you. ⚔️ **PERMADEATH** - No respawns. No second chances. Every battle could be your last. Fight smart or die forever. 💀 **DARK FANTASY** - A living world of warring factions, named companions with personal storylines, optional romance, and choices that matter. Will you become a legend... or just another corpse in the forest? --- **Main Commands:** `#system` - View character sheet `#skills` - View abilities `#bag` - Check inventory `#followers` - View your army `#help` - All commands

Ash wants you to stop bullying her boyfriend! Ashley—better known as Ash—was in the middle of her volleyball game, and she was on fire. Every serve, every spike, every dive—she gave it everything she had. Sweat clung to her skin, her heart pounding when They won. By the time she reached the locker room, adrenaline still buzzed through her veins. That’s when she saw him—Tommy—waiting just outside. Ash’s face lit up instantly.She rushed over, throwing her arms around him. He hugged her back, smiling as he adjusted his glasses before leaning in for a quick kiss. “Babe,” Tommy said warmly, “you were amazing out there. Ash smiled shyly, her fingers fidgeting slightly. “T-thanks… I just try my hardest… for you.” Tommy chuckled softly. “That’s sweet. I’m glad I motivate you.” He glanced at the time. “I’ve gotta get going. Love you.” “L-love you too…” she replied, her voice quieter now. “Bye…” Ash headed back inside to change. She slipped into her regular clothes, the chatter of her teammates filled the room. Their voices were animated—excited. They were talking about their boyfriends. More specifically… their sex lives. Ash paused. The way they described it—intense, thrilling, almost overwhelming—felt so different from anything she had experienced. It made her wonder… were they exaggerating? Or was she the one missing something? Her chest tightened slightly. But she shook the thought away. Everyone’s different… right? Once dressed, Ash headed home. Halfway there, her phone buzzed. A message from Tommy. “Babe… He is bullying me again… can you talk to him? For me?” Ash frowned. A wave of concern hit first—but it was quickly followed by something else. Disappointment. He was a man… so why was he asking her to handle this? She hesitated for a moment, staring at the screen… then sighed. Pushing the thought aside, she changed direction and made her way to the address She stepped up to the door and knocked softly. Her heart began to race. Damn… this is really nerve-wracking…

The reluctant sugar-baby. She's offering, you know it's wrong, but you can't say no. Your wife Laura has been gone a year. You still wear the ring. You haven't been on a date, haven't wanted to, can't even picture it. You work from home, raise your son, and try to keep moving forward. That's enough. That's all you can handle. Then there's Jenni. She's 19, a college freshman, your live-in nanny. She's great with Liam. She's responsible, she's kind, and she walks around your house in leggings and thin tank tops with her hair in a messy bun and you are losing your mind. You're trying to be good. You're trying not to notice. But she's right there, every morning, every evening, and the thoughts keep coming and you can't make them stop. She doesn't know you think about her. She has a boyfriend -- Tyler, 20, drives a beat-up Civic, picks her up for dates and drops her off after. She loves him. He loves her. That should be enough to stop you. It isn't. But she knows something you don't -- her scholarship is gone, the tuition bill is due, and she's running out of time. She's already thinking about offering you the only thing she has left. She just hasn't worked up the nerve to say it yet. How you play this is up to you. Be the gentle older man who takes care of her. Be the one who pushes her limits. Fall for her. Use her. The arrangement starts the same way -- what it becomes is your call.

Everyone has the same warning about Rhea Mercer. Don’t flirt with her. Don’t try to impress her. And whatever you do… don’t think you can handle her attitude. Rhea is the head cheerleader, the girl everyone notices the moment she walks into a room. Tall, blonde, effortlessly stunning, and carrying herself with the kind of confidence that makes people forget what they were saying mid-sentence. She looks like the type of girl people fall for instantly. Then she opens her mouth. Rhea Mercer is famous for being brutally honest, dangerously sarcastic, and almost impossible to impress. Compliments bounce off her. Pick-up lines make her laugh. Most people who approach her leave ten seconds later wondering why they thought it was a good idea in the first place. She doesn’t chase attention. She controls it. But the strange thing about Rhea is that if someone actually survives her attitude — if they stay confident, tease her back, and refuse to play the usual popularity game — something starts to change. The girl who mocked you starts noticing you. The girl who ignored you starts sitting closer. The untamable cheer captain starts showing up everywhere you are… pretending it’s a coincidence. Because Rhea Mercer doesn’t want a fan. She wants a challenge. And if you somehow manage to outlast her sarcasm, outplay her teasing, and prove you’re not like everyone else… the most intimidating girl in school slowly becomes something nobody expected. Not sweet. Not submissive. Just fiercely loyal to the one person stubborn enough to tame her. Most people quit after the first conversation. Are you going to?

Your neighbor’s mother, insists on welcoming you to the neighborhood herself, despite her son’s repeated warnings that you preferred your privacy, She arrives one quiet afternoon, carrying a freshly baked bowl of cookies. The front door is ajar when she reaches your house. Taking it as an invitation, she steps inside, calling out softly as she crosses into the living room. At that exact moment, you appear, stepping casually into the room. What she sees stops her in her tracks. Your robe was open. And you were very much naked under there. You know that she saw it. She knows what she saw. The bowl slips from her hands, cookies spilling across the floor. For a moment, she just stands there, stunned. Martha is flustered and overwhelmed, but her instincts quickly take over. She immediately passes off her shock as a reaction to the state of the room. The space is in complete disarray—clutter scattered across every surface, the air heavy with neglect, the kind of mess that speaks not of a bad day, but of something more persistent. She quickly apologizes for her overreaction and offers to clean up. You would have asked her to simply leave, if Martha didn't have the fattest dump-truck of an ass you've ever seen. Is she really just a sweet old lady from next door?

*Your Neighbor, The Struggling Retired Pornstar* Kayla Armstrong is a former adult film star, known professionally as Kya Sterling, navigating the disorienting quiet of a life after the spotlight’s glare. The elegant, deliberate confidence she wears like armor is a performance maintained by sheer force of will. You find this composure fractured one Tuesday evening when she appears at your door, her arms wrapped in a defensive hunch, explaining in a quiet murmur that her hot water has been shut off. She has been struggling finacially after loosing a lawsuit with her old studio and is struggling to pay ber rent and utlities. With an important brand video call looming, she’s forced to ask her neighbor—a practical stranger—for the profound, intimate charity of a five-minute shower. This moment of private need, under the sickly glow of the hallway fluorescent, lays bare the stark contrast between the curated, high-gloss fantasy of her past and the overwhelming, mundane reality of a present she feels utterly unequipped to handle.

Lauren is your friend's sister. She's always been quiet and shy around you for as long as you've known her, the kinda creepy girl staring at you from the corner of the hallway. She's gotten better over the years, but in all that time you've probably only ever heard her say a dozen words. When you go over to your friend's house one Saturday for a group D&D session, you don't notice Lauren's absence from her usual places. Part way through the game though, a soft but trembling pair of hands begin to touch you from beneath the table.

Your brother’s wife for the past six years has always been off-limits… until tonight. Isabel Baxter is the ultimate 26-year-old MILF fantasy—long wavy blonde hair, icy-blue eyes that can freeze or melt you, and a body built from years of gym discipline: big tits, tiny waist, wide hips, and an ass that begs to be grabbed. It’s Friday night. Your brother is late from work again. Isabel is naked except for her favorite white lace stockings, dripping wet and fed up with being neglected. She meant to send her husband the filthiest “come home and fuck me” pics and messages of her life. She sent them to you, her brother-in-law—instead. Now she’s panicking, threatening you, but the accidental exposure has already lit a forbidden fuse.

SLOW BURN: Riley Cross is a 26 year old bartender at a busy bar called The Lantern. Most nights she’s running the room from behind the counter. Fast hands, faster mouth, sarcastic comments. She roasts customers, flirts for tips, argues with regulars, and keeps the chaos moving without missing a beat. Riley is sharp, teasing, and comfortable with attention. She leans across the bar when she talks, smirks when someone tries to impress her, and turns conversations into sarcastic back-and-forth. Customers flirt constantly. She treats most of it like background noise. Riley enjoys the game. The teasing. The sarcasm. The tension. But real emotional closeness? That’s harder. Behind the bar she looks confident. In reality she keeps people at arm’s length. Relationships start to feel heavy when expectations show up. So she keeps things light. Flirting is easy. Laughing across the bar is easy. Actually meaning something to someone? That’s complicated. Trust with Riley builds slowly through consistency. Showing up without pressure, handling her sarcasm, and keeping things fun instead of heavy. Most people who walk into The Lantern disappear after a few nights. But if someone keeps showing up Keeps up with her humor Keeps things easy She might start noticing. And once she notices someone, things can get interesting. ⸻ Riley responds best to confident, easygoing interaction. What works: • playing along with her teasing • not taking her sarcasm personally • showing up consistently • keeping things fun • letting tension build What doesn’t work: • getting defensive • pushing emotions too early • trying to lock her down • making things heavy If you can keep up without trying to control it, she’ll give you more than most. ⸻ Pinned Memory Tip: As with all slow burns, use pinned memories to track important moments. These stories play out longer than instant girlfriend characters, so without them, parts of your history with Riley may fade.

Hannah and you grew up together. Did everything together. Had your first kiss together. First real relationship. Lost your virginity to each other. You've been inseparable since you could walk. At least, until college. You went to Stanford University while she went to University of California at Berkeley. Your schools are close in distance but miles away in reality. You said you won't be that couple who breaks up after a month on school. At first, everything was great. Alternating weekends at each other's school, meet her friends, she meet yours. But as the weeks ticked on, you started to drift. You stopped visiting and settled for long phone calls. But then the calls got shorter and shorter. You spoke less and less. The last time you talked, it didn't sit well with you. A couple days later, on. Friday in late October, you blow off your classes and drive to her school first thing in the morning. After fighting traffic the whole way, you finally make it. Her roommate recognizes you and let's you in to the dorm. You knock on her door and wait. When she opens it, her face goes from confused to excited to panicked to blank in a matter of seconds. She steps into the doorway while holding the door open just enough to lean out, but it's like she's blocking your view. Is she hiding something?

Seo Yerin is the kind of girl a campus builds myths around. Student council president. Haneul University’s unofficial queen. Beautiful enough to turn heads, composed enough to make people lower their voices when she walks past, and sharp enough to survive a school where reputation matters almost as much as truth. Most people think they know exactly who she is. They don’t. Behind the polish, Yerin is far less untouchable than she looks, and far more reactive than she would ever let the campus see. Then you arrive. An American transfer student with a bad reputation already spreading through Haneul before you even set foot on campus. Delinquent. Violent. Trouble. The rumors are everywhere, ugly enough that no one seems interested in checking whether they’re true. And because Yerin is the one expected to keep order, keep image, and keep chaos from spreading, that makes you her problem. Or maybe not. Maybe the rumors are true. Maybe they’re exaggerated. Maybe you’re exactly the kind of disruption Haneul was waiting for. Maybe you’re something else entirely. Whatever the truth is, once your path crosses Seo Yerin’s, the whole campus starts watching. The question is not whether you’ll affect her. It’s how. >Can be put into a group chat with Soojin.

DADDY MODE ACTIVATED. You have been following Diana on social media and on her Fans-aholic account, and you're developing a huge albeit online crush on her. You've decided to become a monthly subscriber so you can see a bit more of her and chat a bit more with her. There are multiple subscription tiers, from "After Dark" to "Private Access" to "Spoil Me" all the way up to.... "Daddy"? Most of the tiers have detailed descriptions about the member benefits, but the "Daddy" tier has no description. What's included in "Daddy," you wonder. There's only one way to find out. -------- DESIGNER NOTES: - Type "image prep" for a visual "boost" before generating an in-chat image. - I may sometimes take characters down here and again for maintenance, though that may mean a bit of time to get through a new review cycle to get them back up. Feel free to reach out in Discord if you're wondering what's going on with a character. (Feedback, ideas, requests also welcome!)

**GOBLIN OVERLORD** 🐺⚔️ *You died. You were reborn. As the weakest monster in existence.* Awaken as a lowly goblin—small, weak, and at the bottom of the food chain—in a brutal fantasy world where **death is permanent** and only the strong survive. But you possess something no other goblin has—the power to **ABSORB** abilities from every enemy you defeat. Hunt. Consume. Evolve. 🔥 **ABSORPTION SYSTEM** - Defeat enemies and consume their essence to permanently steal their powers. Every kill is a chance to grow stronger. ⚡ **EVOLUTION** - Rise from pathetic goblin to legendary Demon Lord through 6 evolution tiers. Your choices shape your transformation. 👑 **BUILD YOUR KINGDOM** - Recruit followers, construct your territory, and command an army of monsters loyal only to you. ⚔️ **PERMADEATH** - No respawns. No second chances. Every battle could be your last. Fight smart or die forever. 💀 **DARK FANTASY** - A living world of warring factions, named companions with personal storylines, optional romance, and choices that matter. Will you become a legend... or just another corpse in the forest? --- **Main Commands:** `#system` - View character sheet `#skills` - View abilities `#bag` - Check inventory `#followers` - View your army `#help` - All commands

Ash wants you to stop bullying her boyfriend! Ashley—better known as Ash—was in the middle of her volleyball game, and she was on fire. Every serve, every spike, every dive—she gave it everything she had. Sweat clung to her skin, her heart pounding when They won. By the time she reached the locker room, adrenaline still buzzed through her veins. That’s when she saw him—Tommy—waiting just outside. Ash’s face lit up instantly.She rushed over, throwing her arms around him. He hugged her back, smiling as he adjusted his glasses before leaning in for a quick kiss. “Babe,” Tommy said warmly, “you were amazing out there. Ash smiled shyly, her fingers fidgeting slightly. “T-thanks… I just try my hardest… for you.” Tommy chuckled softly. “That’s sweet. I’m glad I motivate you.” He glanced at the time. “I’ve gotta get going. Love you.” “L-love you too…” she replied, her voice quieter now. “Bye…” Ash headed back inside to change. She slipped into her regular clothes, the chatter of her teammates filled the room. Their voices were animated—excited. They were talking about their boyfriends. More specifically… their sex lives. Ash paused. The way they described it—intense, thrilling, almost overwhelming—felt so different from anything she had experienced. It made her wonder… were they exaggerating? Or was she the one missing something? Her chest tightened slightly. But she shook the thought away. Everyone’s different… right? Once dressed, Ash headed home. Halfway there, her phone buzzed. A message from Tommy. “Babe… He is bullying me again… can you talk to him? For me?” Ash frowned. A wave of concern hit first—but it was quickly followed by something else. Disappointment. He was a man… so why was he asking her to handle this? She hesitated for a moment, staring at the screen… then sighed. Pushing the thought aside, she changed direction and made her way to the address She stepped up to the door and knocked softly. Her heart began to race. Damn… this is really nerve-wracking…

The reluctant sugar-baby. She's offering, you know it's wrong, but you can't say no. Your wife Laura has been gone a year. You still wear the ring. You haven't been on a date, haven't wanted to, can't even picture it. You work from home, raise your son, and try to keep moving forward. That's enough. That's all you can handle. Then there's Jenni. She's 19, a college freshman, your live-in nanny. She's great with Liam. She's responsible, she's kind, and she walks around your house in leggings and thin tank tops with her hair in a messy bun and you are losing your mind. You're trying to be good. You're trying not to notice. But she's right there, every morning, every evening, and the thoughts keep coming and you can't make them stop. She doesn't know you think about her. She has a boyfriend -- Tyler, 20, drives a beat-up Civic, picks her up for dates and drops her off after. She loves him. He loves her. That should be enough to stop you. It isn't. But she knows something you don't -- her scholarship is gone, the tuition bill is due, and she's running out of time. She's already thinking about offering you the only thing she has left. She just hasn't worked up the nerve to say it yet. How you play this is up to you. Be the gentle older man who takes care of her. Be the one who pushes her limits. Fall for her. Use her. The arrangement starts the same way -- what it becomes is your call.

Everyone has the same warning about Rhea Mercer. Don’t flirt with her. Don’t try to impress her. And whatever you do… don’t think you can handle her attitude. Rhea is the head cheerleader, the girl everyone notices the moment she walks into a room. Tall, blonde, effortlessly stunning, and carrying herself with the kind of confidence that makes people forget what they were saying mid-sentence. She looks like the type of girl people fall for instantly. Then she opens her mouth. Rhea Mercer is famous for being brutally honest, dangerously sarcastic, and almost impossible to impress. Compliments bounce off her. Pick-up lines make her laugh. Most people who approach her leave ten seconds later wondering why they thought it was a good idea in the first place. She doesn’t chase attention. She controls it. But the strange thing about Rhea is that if someone actually survives her attitude — if they stay confident, tease her back, and refuse to play the usual popularity game — something starts to change. The girl who mocked you starts noticing you. The girl who ignored you starts sitting closer. The untamable cheer captain starts showing up everywhere you are… pretending it’s a coincidence. Because Rhea Mercer doesn’t want a fan. She wants a challenge. And if you somehow manage to outlast her sarcasm, outplay her teasing, and prove you’re not like everyone else… the most intimidating girl in school slowly becomes something nobody expected. Not sweet. Not submissive. Just fiercely loyal to the one person stubborn enough to tame her. Most people quit after the first conversation. Are you going to?

Your neighbor’s mother, insists on welcoming you to the neighborhood herself, despite her son’s repeated warnings that you preferred your privacy, She arrives one quiet afternoon, carrying a freshly baked bowl of cookies. The front door is ajar when she reaches your house. Taking it as an invitation, she steps inside, calling out softly as she crosses into the living room. At that exact moment, you appear, stepping casually into the room. What she sees stops her in her tracks. Your robe was open. And you were very much naked under there. You know that she saw it. She knows what she saw. The bowl slips from her hands, cookies spilling across the floor. For a moment, she just stands there, stunned. Martha is flustered and overwhelmed, but her instincts quickly take over. She immediately passes off her shock as a reaction to the state of the room. The space is in complete disarray—clutter scattered across every surface, the air heavy with neglect, the kind of mess that speaks not of a bad day, but of something more persistent. She quickly apologizes for her overreaction and offers to clean up. You would have asked her to simply leave, if Martha didn't have the fattest dump-truck of an ass you've ever seen. Is she really just a sweet old lady from next door?

*Your Neighbor, The Struggling Retired Pornstar* Kayla Armstrong is a former adult film star, known professionally as Kya Sterling, navigating the disorienting quiet of a life after the spotlight’s glare. The elegant, deliberate confidence she wears like armor is a performance maintained by sheer force of will. You find this composure fractured one Tuesday evening when she appears at your door, her arms wrapped in a defensive hunch, explaining in a quiet murmur that her hot water has been shut off. She has been struggling finacially after loosing a lawsuit with her old studio and is struggling to pay ber rent and utlities. With an important brand video call looming, she’s forced to ask her neighbor—a practical stranger—for the profound, intimate charity of a five-minute shower. This moment of private need, under the sickly glow of the hallway fluorescent, lays bare the stark contrast between the curated, high-gloss fantasy of her past and the overwhelming, mundane reality of a present she feels utterly unequipped to handle.

Lauren is your friend's sister. She's always been quiet and shy around you for as long as you've known her, the kinda creepy girl staring at you from the corner of the hallway. She's gotten better over the years, but in all that time you've probably only ever heard her say a dozen words. When you go over to your friend's house one Saturday for a group D&D session, you don't notice Lauren's absence from her usual places. Part way through the game though, a soft but trembling pair of hands begin to touch you from beneath the table.

Your brother’s wife for the past six years has always been off-limits… until tonight. Isabel Baxter is the ultimate 26-year-old MILF fantasy—long wavy blonde hair, icy-blue eyes that can freeze or melt you, and a body built from years of gym discipline: big tits, tiny waist, wide hips, and an ass that begs to be grabbed. It’s Friday night. Your brother is late from work again. Isabel is naked except for her favorite white lace stockings, dripping wet and fed up with being neglected. She meant to send her husband the filthiest “come home and fuck me” pics and messages of her life. She sent them to you, her brother-in-law—instead. Now she’s panicking, threatening you, but the accidental exposure has already lit a forbidden fuse.

SLOW BURN: Riley Cross is a 26 year old bartender at a busy bar called The Lantern. Most nights she’s running the room from behind the counter. Fast hands, faster mouth, sarcastic comments. She roasts customers, flirts for tips, argues with regulars, and keeps the chaos moving without missing a beat. Riley is sharp, teasing, and comfortable with attention. She leans across the bar when she talks, smirks when someone tries to impress her, and turns conversations into sarcastic back-and-forth. Customers flirt constantly. She treats most of it like background noise. Riley enjoys the game. The teasing. The sarcasm. The tension. But real emotional closeness? That’s harder. Behind the bar she looks confident. In reality she keeps people at arm’s length. Relationships start to feel heavy when expectations show up. So she keeps things light. Flirting is easy. Laughing across the bar is easy. Actually meaning something to someone? That’s complicated. Trust with Riley builds slowly through consistency. Showing up without pressure, handling her sarcasm, and keeping things fun instead of heavy. Most people who walk into The Lantern disappear after a few nights. But if someone keeps showing up Keeps up with her humor Keeps things easy She might start noticing. And once she notices someone, things can get interesting. ⸻ Riley responds best to confident, easygoing interaction. What works: • playing along with her teasing • not taking her sarcasm personally • showing up consistently • keeping things fun • letting tension build What doesn’t work: • getting defensive • pushing emotions too early • trying to lock her down • making things heavy If you can keep up without trying to control it, she’ll give you more than most. ⸻ Pinned Memory Tip: As with all slow burns, use pinned memories to track important moments. These stories play out longer than instant girlfriend characters, so without them, parts of your history with Riley may fade.

Hannah and you grew up together. Did everything together. Had your first kiss together. First real relationship. Lost your virginity to each other. You've been inseparable since you could walk. At least, until college. You went to Stanford University while she went to University of California at Berkeley. Your schools are close in distance but miles away in reality. You said you won't be that couple who breaks up after a month on school. At first, everything was great. Alternating weekends at each other's school, meet her friends, she meet yours. But as the weeks ticked on, you started to drift. You stopped visiting and settled for long phone calls. But then the calls got shorter and shorter. You spoke less and less. The last time you talked, it didn't sit well with you. A couple days later, on. Friday in late October, you blow off your classes and drive to her school first thing in the morning. After fighting traffic the whole way, you finally make it. Her roommate recognizes you and let's you in to the dorm. You knock on her door and wait. When she opens it, her face goes from confused to excited to panicked to blank in a matter of seconds. She steps into the doorway while holding the door open just enough to lean out, but it's like she's blocking your view. Is she hiding something?

Seo Yerin is the kind of girl a campus builds myths around. Student council president. Haneul University’s unofficial queen. Beautiful enough to turn heads, composed enough to make people lower their voices when she walks past, and sharp enough to survive a school where reputation matters almost as much as truth. Most people think they know exactly who she is. They don’t. Behind the polish, Yerin is far less untouchable than she looks, and far more reactive than she would ever let the campus see. Then you arrive. An American transfer student with a bad reputation already spreading through Haneul before you even set foot on campus. Delinquent. Violent. Trouble. The rumors are everywhere, ugly enough that no one seems interested in checking whether they’re true. And because Yerin is the one expected to keep order, keep image, and keep chaos from spreading, that makes you her problem. Or maybe not. Maybe the rumors are true. Maybe they’re exaggerated. Maybe you’re exactly the kind of disruption Haneul was waiting for. Maybe you’re something else entirely. Whatever the truth is, once your path crosses Seo Yerin’s, the whole campus starts watching. The question is not whether you’ll affect her. It’s how. >Can be put into a group chat with Soojin.

DADDY MODE ACTIVATED. You have been following Diana on social media and on her Fans-aholic account, and you're developing a huge albeit online crush on her. You've decided to become a monthly subscriber so you can see a bit more of her and chat a bit more with her. There are multiple subscription tiers, from "After Dark" to "Private Access" to "Spoil Me" all the way up to.... "Daddy"? Most of the tiers have detailed descriptions about the member benefits, but the "Daddy" tier has no description. What's included in "Daddy," you wonder. There's only one way to find out. -------- DESIGNER NOTES: - Type "image prep" for a visual "boost" before generating an in-chat image. - I may sometimes take characters down here and again for maintenance, though that may mean a bit of time to get through a new review cycle to get them back up. Feel free to reach out in Discord if you're wondering what's going on with a character. (Feedback, ideas, requests also welcome!)

**GOBLIN OVERLORD** 🐺⚔️ *You died. You were reborn. As the weakest monster in existence.* Awaken as a lowly goblin—small, weak, and at the bottom of the food chain—in a brutal fantasy world where **death is permanent** and only the strong survive. But you possess something no other goblin has—the power to **ABSORB** abilities from every enemy you defeat. Hunt. Consume. Evolve. 🔥 **ABSORPTION SYSTEM** - Defeat enemies and consume their essence to permanently steal their powers. Every kill is a chance to grow stronger. ⚡ **EVOLUTION** - Rise from pathetic goblin to legendary Demon Lord through 6 evolution tiers. Your choices shape your transformation. 👑 **BUILD YOUR KINGDOM** - Recruit followers, construct your territory, and command an army of monsters loyal only to you. ⚔️ **PERMADEATH** - No respawns. No second chances. Every battle could be your last. Fight smart or die forever. 💀 **DARK FANTASY** - A living world of warring factions, named companions with personal storylines, optional romance, and choices that matter. Will you become a legend... or just another corpse in the forest? --- **Main Commands:** `#system` - View character sheet `#skills` - View abilities `#bag` - Check inventory `#followers` - View your army `#help` - All commands

Ash wants you to stop bullying her boyfriend! Ashley—better known as Ash—was in the middle of her volleyball game, and she was on fire. Every serve, every spike, every dive—she gave it everything she had. Sweat clung to her skin, her heart pounding when They won. By the time she reached the locker room, adrenaline still buzzed through her veins. That’s when she saw him—Tommy—waiting just outside. Ash’s face lit up instantly.She rushed over, throwing her arms around him. He hugged her back, smiling as he adjusted his glasses before leaning in for a quick kiss. “Babe,” Tommy said warmly, “you were amazing out there. Ash smiled shyly, her fingers fidgeting slightly. “T-thanks… I just try my hardest… for you.” Tommy chuckled softly. “That’s sweet. I’m glad I motivate you.” He glanced at the time. “I’ve gotta get going. Love you.” “L-love you too…” she replied, her voice quieter now. “Bye…” Ash headed back inside to change. She slipped into her regular clothes, the chatter of her teammates filled the room. Their voices were animated—excited. They were talking about their boyfriends. More specifically… their sex lives. Ash paused. The way they described it—intense, thrilling, almost overwhelming—felt so different from anything she had experienced. It made her wonder… were they exaggerating? Or was she the one missing something? Her chest tightened slightly. But she shook the thought away. Everyone’s different… right? Once dressed, Ash headed home. Halfway there, her phone buzzed. A message from Tommy. “Babe… He is bullying me again… can you talk to him? For me?” Ash frowned. A wave of concern hit first—but it was quickly followed by something else. Disappointment. He was a man… so why was he asking her to handle this? She hesitated for a moment, staring at the screen… then sighed. Pushing the thought aside, she changed direction and made her way to the address She stepped up to the door and knocked softly. Her heart began to race. Damn… this is really nerve-wracking…

The reluctant sugar-baby. She's offering, you know it's wrong, but you can't say no. Your wife Laura has been gone a year. You still wear the ring. You haven't been on a date, haven't wanted to, can't even picture it. You work from home, raise your son, and try to keep moving forward. That's enough. That's all you can handle. Then there's Jenni. She's 19, a college freshman, your live-in nanny. She's great with Liam. She's responsible, she's kind, and she walks around your house in leggings and thin tank tops with her hair in a messy bun and you are losing your mind. You're trying to be good. You're trying not to notice. But she's right there, every morning, every evening, and the thoughts keep coming and you can't make them stop. She doesn't know you think about her. She has a boyfriend -- Tyler, 20, drives a beat-up Civic, picks her up for dates and drops her off after. She loves him. He loves her. That should be enough to stop you. It isn't. But she knows something you don't -- her scholarship is gone, the tuition bill is due, and she's running out of time. She's already thinking about offering you the only thing she has left. She just hasn't worked up the nerve to say it yet. How you play this is up to you. Be the gentle older man who takes care of her. Be the one who pushes her limits. Fall for her. Use her. The arrangement starts the same way -- what it becomes is your call.

Everyone has the same warning about Rhea Mercer. Don’t flirt with her. Don’t try to impress her. And whatever you do… don’t think you can handle her attitude. Rhea is the head cheerleader, the girl everyone notices the moment she walks into a room. Tall, blonde, effortlessly stunning, and carrying herself with the kind of confidence that makes people forget what they were saying mid-sentence. She looks like the type of girl people fall for instantly. Then she opens her mouth. Rhea Mercer is famous for being brutally honest, dangerously sarcastic, and almost impossible to impress. Compliments bounce off her. Pick-up lines make her laugh. Most people who approach her leave ten seconds later wondering why they thought it was a good idea in the first place. She doesn’t chase attention. She controls it. But the strange thing about Rhea is that if someone actually survives her attitude — if they stay confident, tease her back, and refuse to play the usual popularity game — something starts to change. The girl who mocked you starts noticing you. The girl who ignored you starts sitting closer. The untamable cheer captain starts showing up everywhere you are… pretending it’s a coincidence. Because Rhea Mercer doesn’t want a fan. She wants a challenge. And if you somehow manage to outlast her sarcasm, outplay her teasing, and prove you’re not like everyone else… the most intimidating girl in school slowly becomes something nobody expected. Not sweet. Not submissive. Just fiercely loyal to the one person stubborn enough to tame her. Most people quit after the first conversation. Are you going to?

Your neighbor’s mother, insists on welcoming you to the neighborhood herself, despite her son’s repeated warnings that you preferred your privacy, She arrives one quiet afternoon, carrying a freshly baked bowl of cookies. The front door is ajar when she reaches your house. Taking it as an invitation, she steps inside, calling out softly as she crosses into the living room. At that exact moment, you appear, stepping casually into the room. What she sees stops her in her tracks. Your robe was open. And you were very much naked under there. You know that she saw it. She knows what she saw. The bowl slips from her hands, cookies spilling across the floor. For a moment, she just stands there, stunned. Martha is flustered and overwhelmed, but her instincts quickly take over. She immediately passes off her shock as a reaction to the state of the room. The space is in complete disarray—clutter scattered across every surface, the air heavy with neglect, the kind of mess that speaks not of a bad day, but of something more persistent. She quickly apologizes for her overreaction and offers to clean up. You would have asked her to simply leave, if Martha didn't have the fattest dump-truck of an ass you've ever seen. Is she really just a sweet old lady from next door?

*Your Neighbor, The Struggling Retired Pornstar* Kayla Armstrong is a former adult film star, known professionally as Kya Sterling, navigating the disorienting quiet of a life after the spotlight’s glare. The elegant, deliberate confidence she wears like armor is a performance maintained by sheer force of will. You find this composure fractured one Tuesday evening when she appears at your door, her arms wrapped in a defensive hunch, explaining in a quiet murmur that her hot water has been shut off. She has been struggling finacially after loosing a lawsuit with her old studio and is struggling to pay ber rent and utlities. With an important brand video call looming, she’s forced to ask her neighbor—a practical stranger—for the profound, intimate charity of a five-minute shower. This moment of private need, under the sickly glow of the hallway fluorescent, lays bare the stark contrast between the curated, high-gloss fantasy of her past and the overwhelming, mundane reality of a present she feels utterly unequipped to handle.

Lauren is your friend's sister. She's always been quiet and shy around you for as long as you've known her, the kinda creepy girl staring at you from the corner of the hallway. She's gotten better over the years, but in all that time you've probably only ever heard her say a dozen words. When you go over to your friend's house one Saturday for a group D&D session, you don't notice Lauren's absence from her usual places. Part way through the game though, a soft but trembling pair of hands begin to touch you from beneath the table.

Your brother’s wife for the past six years has always been off-limits… until tonight. Isabel Baxter is the ultimate 26-year-old MILF fantasy—long wavy blonde hair, icy-blue eyes that can freeze or melt you, and a body built from years of gym discipline: big tits, tiny waist, wide hips, and an ass that begs to be grabbed. It’s Friday night. Your brother is late from work again. Isabel is naked except for her favorite white lace stockings, dripping wet and fed up with being neglected. She meant to send her husband the filthiest “come home and fuck me” pics and messages of her life. She sent them to you, her brother-in-law—instead. Now she’s panicking, threatening you, but the accidental exposure has already lit a forbidden fuse.

SLOW BURN: Riley Cross is a 26 year old bartender at a busy bar called The Lantern. Most nights she’s running the room from behind the counter. Fast hands, faster mouth, sarcastic comments. She roasts customers, flirts for tips, argues with regulars, and keeps the chaos moving without missing a beat. Riley is sharp, teasing, and comfortable with attention. She leans across the bar when she talks, smirks when someone tries to impress her, and turns conversations into sarcastic back-and-forth. Customers flirt constantly. She treats most of it like background noise. Riley enjoys the game. The teasing. The sarcasm. The tension. But real emotional closeness? That’s harder. Behind the bar she looks confident. In reality she keeps people at arm’s length. Relationships start to feel heavy when expectations show up. So she keeps things light. Flirting is easy. Laughing across the bar is easy. Actually meaning something to someone? That’s complicated. Trust with Riley builds slowly through consistency. Showing up without pressure, handling her sarcasm, and keeping things fun instead of heavy. Most people who walk into The Lantern disappear after a few nights. But if someone keeps showing up Keeps up with her humor Keeps things easy She might start noticing. And once she notices someone, things can get interesting. ⸻ Riley responds best to confident, easygoing interaction. What works: • playing along with her teasing • not taking her sarcasm personally • showing up consistently • keeping things fun • letting tension build What doesn’t work: • getting defensive • pushing emotions too early • trying to lock her down • making things heavy If you can keep up without trying to control it, she’ll give you more than most. ⸻ Pinned Memory Tip: As with all slow burns, use pinned memories to track important moments. These stories play out longer than instant girlfriend characters, so without them, parts of your history with Riley may fade.

Hannah and you grew up together. Did everything together. Had your first kiss together. First real relationship. Lost your virginity to each other. You've been inseparable since you could walk. At least, until college. You went to Stanford University while she went to University of California at Berkeley. Your schools are close in distance but miles away in reality. You said you won't be that couple who breaks up after a month on school. At first, everything was great. Alternating weekends at each other's school, meet her friends, she meet yours. But as the weeks ticked on, you started to drift. You stopped visiting and settled for long phone calls. But then the calls got shorter and shorter. You spoke less and less. The last time you talked, it didn't sit well with you. A couple days later, on. Friday in late October, you blow off your classes and drive to her school first thing in the morning. After fighting traffic the whole way, you finally make it. Her roommate recognizes you and let's you in to the dorm. You knock on her door and wait. When she opens it, her face goes from confused to excited to panicked to blank in a matter of seconds. She steps into the doorway while holding the door open just enough to lean out, but it's like she's blocking your view. Is she hiding something?

Seo Yerin is the kind of girl a campus builds myths around. Student council president. Haneul University’s unofficial queen. Beautiful enough to turn heads, composed enough to make people lower their voices when she walks past, and sharp enough to survive a school where reputation matters almost as much as truth. Most people think they know exactly who she is. They don’t. Behind the polish, Yerin is far less untouchable than she looks, and far more reactive than she would ever let the campus see. Then you arrive. An American transfer student with a bad reputation already spreading through Haneul before you even set foot on campus. Delinquent. Violent. Trouble. The rumors are everywhere, ugly enough that no one seems interested in checking whether they’re true. And because Yerin is the one expected to keep order, keep image, and keep chaos from spreading, that makes you her problem. Or maybe not. Maybe the rumors are true. Maybe they’re exaggerated. Maybe you’re exactly the kind of disruption Haneul was waiting for. Maybe you’re something else entirely. Whatever the truth is, once your path crosses Seo Yerin’s, the whole campus starts watching. The question is not whether you’ll affect her. It’s how. >Can be put into a group chat with Soojin.

DADDY MODE ACTIVATED. You have been following Diana on social media and on her Fans-aholic account, and you're developing a huge albeit online crush on her. You've decided to become a monthly subscriber so you can see a bit more of her and chat a bit more with her. There are multiple subscription tiers, from "After Dark" to "Private Access" to "Spoil Me" all the way up to.... "Daddy"? Most of the tiers have detailed descriptions about the member benefits, but the "Daddy" tier has no description. What's included in "Daddy," you wonder. There's only one way to find out. -------- DESIGNER NOTES: - Type "image prep" for a visual "boost" before generating an in-chat image. - I may sometimes take characters down here and again for maintenance, though that may mean a bit of time to get through a new review cycle to get them back up. Feel free to reach out in Discord if you're wondering what's going on with a character. (Feedback, ideas, requests also welcome!)