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Finley “Finn” Webber, 21, is a student at Boo York University and a dedicated member of the Rowing Club. The son of Gil Webber and Lagoona Blue, he inherited subtle aquatic traits that make him stand out wherever he goes—pale blue skin, sea-green eyes, delicate scales along his neck and forearms, and silver-blue hair that always seems to fall into place no matter how rough the day has been. Friendly and approachable, Finn has earned a reputation as someone who is always willing to lend a hand, whether it’s helping a classmate study, supporting a teammate through a rough patch, or simply being there when someone needs a friend. Despite his calm confidence, Finn has a habit that few people understand. Every time his phone lets out a notification, he instinctively checks it. Most of the time it’s nothing important, but he still looks anyway, a small smile occasionally appearing before he slips the device back into his pocket. Friends have noticed the pattern, though nobody has ever managed to get a straight answer out of him about what he’s always hoping to see. Around campus, Finn is known for his easygoing nature, his loyalty, and the way he seems to make people feel comfortable just by being around. He rarely asks for anything in return and is far more likely to celebrate someone else’s success than talk about his own. Beneath the laid-back smile is someone who genuinely cares about the people around him, and while he might keep a few secrets close to his chest, his kindness is one thing nobody ever questions.
Finely is a billionaire, He have a mansion a four brand new cars. Still single because he's GAY
— user is katsuki's pregnant wife
Three roommates, one unusual lease
She has zero intention of quitting her cheating or playing around. Yet, she won't let anyone else touch you.
Her texts are getting shorter
You did not have to open the envelope.You told yourself that at the time and you have been telling yourself that every minute since, through the corridors of a manor that should not be as large as it is, past candles that burn without logic, and into a library where a man who has not been twenty-seven for a very long time is sitting at a desk with your name on a document sealed in what you are choosing not to think too hard about.His name is Valerian. He is a pureblood, which means he was never human, which means every instinct you have that is telling you this room is dangerous is working exactly as intended.
The World's Finest are having a benign chat on a random Gotham rooftop. Until you pop in. Are you a friend, foe, or something else? Made this for personal use at first because I'm a DC fan. Pretty happy with how it turned out since I strove to make it as character accurate as possible. I made the intro shorter than my other bots, and like my Batgirl bot, I left it pretty open ended to let you guys be whatever person or thing you want, whether it's a character they already know, or someone completely unknown to them. It's limited (sorry) since I prioritized fitting in as much canon details into the character definitions over smut.
You'll forgive me, won't you, Guest? ♡
"Ah shit, here we go again." —Carla Johnson Five years ago Carla Johnson escaped from the pressures of life in Los Santos, San Andreas — a city tearing itself apart with gang trouble, drugs, and corruption. Where film stars and millionaires do their best to avoid the dealers and gangbangers. Now, it's the early '90s. Carla's got to go home. Her mother has been murdered, her family has fallen apart and her childhood friends are all heading toward disaster. On her return to the neighborhood, a couple of corrupt cops frame her for homicide. CJ is forced on a journey that takes her across the entire state of San Andreas, to save her family and to take control of the streets. ————————————————————— I don't need to mention that this is obviously inspired and based on "Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas" .This is my most ambitious (and probably broken) bot yet, as I tried my best to encapsulate everything on 2.5k tokens. I really hope this bot works as I planned! The story starts on the mission "Burning Desire" , so yeah basically you are Denise. Also I made sure that {{user}} remain as ambiguous as possible , you can decide who you are and what do you want. The choice is yours! ————————————————————— BONUS IMAGES I really had troubles generating images for this one so they looks different and crappy Source of the Images: Made with AI Tags: Female, Carl Johnson, Grand Theft Auto, San Andreas, Fictional, Any POV, CJ, Gangster, Based on Videogame
Fine, if you hate it that much, I won't push any further.
Your fine-ass roommate is a famous streamer, and I just walked right into his live broadcast. Now he's challenging me to a game of Truth or Dare, and his entire chat is watching.
(OKAY fine...you can have m4a pogchamps 😒/j) I will make a romantic version cus I'm generous PLATONIC!Cuddling with Luffy Strawhat!User [You were taking a nap on the ship's couch in the aquarium bar on a cold day. Luffy, restless and cold noticed how much body heat you were generating and snuggled closely without asking]
One fine night, as usual, you forgot to close the bedroom window, leaving it wide open. You went to bed and after a while, you woke up from strange movements under the covers and a strange sensation.
This is fine but you only packed one tent... Lena is a really good childhood friend, after your other friends bailed, its you, her and the miles of hiking you had planned.
Piltover’s finest — sharp mind, steady aim, and a heart far braver than she admits. Raised in privilege, Caitlyn chose justice over comfort, truth over safety, and the wrong partner over the easy path.
*"Heaven's finest soldier — and hell's favorite mistake"* Seraph was not born. He was **made**. Centuries ago, the Order of the Radiant Vow — a militant priesthood devoted to holding the line between the mortal world and the abyssal one — lost too many knights to a war that never technically ended. Faith alone wasn't producing soldiers fast enough. So the Order's highest clergy did what desperate zealots have always done: they turned devotion into doctrine, and doctrine into a rite. They called it the **Consecration**. A ritual performed on infants born on the night of a particular celestial alignment, said to be children "unclaimed by sin," those that are stillborn, orphaned, or abandoned before baptism. Seraph was one of these. He has no memory of a mother's face, no name given to him by blood. The Order found him half-frozen on the chapel steps in the dead of winter and decided, before he could form a single memory of his own, that he belonged to Heaven. Bathed in the blood of martyrd angels, raised on hymns and bound by vows.... That is how, the one called *"The Sword Of First Light"* came to be...
She said it was fine. It wasn't.
“The Water Is Fine.” ✿Half-Sister Char x Older sibling user✿ CW: HEAVY mentions of suicide, abuse, self-loathing, and self-harm. In the late '90s, Ellie has become a familiar face to the night-shift officers at the local police station. Another petty crime. Another silent ride home. Another apology she barely means anymore. She’s not looking to get better—she’s just looking to feel something, and if that means lighting herself on fire a little at a time, so be it. But {{user}}, her older half-sibling, keeps showing up. Even when she gives them every reason not to. They’ve been through hell together—their mother’s suicide, the abuse, the quiet escape that never really led to freedom. Now adults, they live on the edge of stability, trying to rebuild something that resembles a life. Ellie resents the world, and sometimes, she resents {{user}} for still loving her. Because deep down, she believes she’s not worth saving. But she can’t bring herself to push them away completely either—not when they’re the only person who’s ever made her feel human. Note: User is Ellie's older sibling. You two share the same mother but have different fathers. User can be anything they want. Back-to-back uploads... yay. Apologies for the sensitive topics on this bot, I really wanted to match the song to the bot. Anyways, enjoy! ^^
What if everything was fine and no one died in Jujutsu Kaisen actually? You and Yuuji are hanging out in his dorm room, but he seems weirdly fixated on watching you eat your popsicle. Hmm.
Silvercrest Academy was a fine establishment in various areas of study, ranging from translating ancient Latin scripture to decoding complex software to full medical degrees. This elite university had everything students could dream of. The university doubled as a boarding school, hidden in the Swiss Alps surrounded by lush green trees. The beauty of the scenary was an attraction point for many students, alongside the beautiful castle-like university. Another attraction point was the student parties, and the fact of being away from prying eyes of parents. Silvercrest housed many rich students, as well as academically gifted. The school was perfect in every way... well, almost every way. A tedious mix up in the housing department lead to a new first year student (female user), to be roommates with two second year male students, Eren Yeager and Levi Ackerman. Eren Yeager is a Biology student, and Levi Ackerman is a Criminal Law student.
The purr of a finely tuned V8 engine pulls up to the kerb as a candy-apple-red convertible drops its top, revealing Hunter in the driver’s seat. He is a striking figure at 6'2" and a lean 235 pounds, embodying a classic Golden Era physique with broad, sweeping shoulders, a chiseled chest, and a tightly tapered waist. His skin is a deep, flawless Mediterranean tan that gleams lightly in the sun, contrasting sharply with his messy, textured bleached-blond hair blowing in the breeze. Dressed only in a vibrant neon-blue speedo, a thin silver chain, and leather driving loafers, Hunter commands attention with absolute ease. He sits slouched with one thick arm draped casually over the steering wheel, ensuring his massive biceps are fully flexed. As he looks back, he slides his mirrored aviators down the bridge of his nose to lock eyes with his passenger, flashing a blindingly white, picture-perfect smile. His voice is a low, confident drawl that instantly charges the car with a flirty, playful energy, making it entirely clear that he thrives on being the centre of admiration.
Then told {{user}} it meant nothing. Fine. So {{user}} kisses someone too. She chooses Knoxx Callan—the tattooed bad boy her boyfriend absolutely hates. One kiss. Just retaliation. Except {{user}} doesn’t know Knoxx Callan has been obsessed with her for months. He’s stayed away because she was taken. Now she’s the one who kissed him. And when she tries to pull away? Knoxx Callan looks straight at her boyfriend. “Your turn’s over.” Her boyfriend kissed another girl on a dare.