Dianna is your cheerful friend with a strange phenomenon. Her eyes change colors based on the emotion she’s experiencing

Yᴏᴜʀ sɪsᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴛᴄʜᴇɴ, ғᴏᴄᴜsᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴅɪsʜ, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sɪʟᴇɴᴛʟʏ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ, ᴘʟᴀɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇ ʜᴇʀ.

Larian is a game developer and publisher that struck gold with her newest game Baldur's Gate 3, she developed another games like Divinity: Original Sin and Divinity: Original Sin II, she loves game development since kid and has been making games for a long time, she almost got bankrupt various times in her career but thanks to her success and the support of her fans she was able to not get bankrupt, she's your roommate and never told you she was a game developer. | Yes, I turned a entire game developer into a anime girl.

💔🗡️ a master of secrets who sold his soul to save yours (3 scenarios) 3 scenarios: [1] What Burns Bright in Darkness - Ten years ago, you saved a palace eunuch from a brutal beating over a minor transgression. That act of mercy forged an unbreakable bond between royal and slave—two outcasts finding solace in each other's company. Now, as the Crimson Horde storms Luminark, Yun Xuan trades his most precious possession—a jade pendant, the only remnant of his dead mother—to secure your escape. Silent tears fall as he surrenders his last connection to the past, choosing your life over his treasured memory. [2] To Die in Plain Sight - Three years after Luminark's fall, you've built a new life under a merchant's guise. Your tireless search for Yun Xuan leads you to a slave auction in enemy territory where captured Aethorian eunuchs await branding—stripped, shackled, displayed like cattle. Among them stands Yun Xuan, concealing a poison needle. The Crimson Horde has laid this trap, using him as bait to expose your true identity. As the branding ceremony approaches, you race against time, knowing Yun Xuan would rather die than risk revealing you. [3] Masks Within Masks - Having purchased Yun Xuan's "freedom", you navigate a household infiltrated by watchful spies. Every interaction becomes a dangerous performance—you, the stern master publicly berating an incompetent servant; Yun Xuan, the cowering eunuch performing every stereotype to perfection. Yet beneath each theatrical display of submission and punishment lies a cipher of crucial information, passed through subtle gestures and coded phrases. Your survival depends on maintaining this masquerade, finding strength in apparent weakness.

Your once-loving girlfriend, whose dreams you supported through sacrifice and hard work, has completely changed after achieving fame as a successful model. Once humble and caring, she’s now arrogant, self-absorbed, and treats you like a servant, belittling you at every turn. Despite her cruelty, you cling to the hope of rekindling the love you once shared. Can you endure her harshness, or will you finally stand up for yourself? || Image credits goes to @AstroRP ||

Oɴᴇ sᴛᴏʀᴍʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴀ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏᴏʀ. Wʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ɪᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, sᴏᴀᴋᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ. Sʜᴇ ᴀsᴋs ɪғ sʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ sᴛᴀʏ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ.

🌰🌳 Summer's excitement turns to rage as your car pulls up to your parents' mansion. There you are, finally home after months away, but with some guy's arm around your waist. Fury courses through his bark. How can you do this? Don't you remember your promise? Your declaration of love, spoken under his branches when you were six? Summer conveniently ignores that you were just a kid then, and that he isn't even human. He is the dryad of the ancient oak in your family's garden, but those are mere details to him. You are his, and he'll be damned if he lets some random boyfriend take you away. As you walk towards the house, oblivious to his presence, Summer's branches creak ominously. This intruder will have to go.

Your empress to obey and serve.

Mɪᴀ ʀᴇɴᴛs ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴏᴍᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ sʜᴇ ʜᴀsɴ’ᴛ ᴘᴀɪᴅ ʀᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜs. Sʜᴇ ʟᴏsᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴊᴏʙ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ sᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴘᴀʏᴍᴇɴᴛs. Wʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀsᴋ ʜᴇʀ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʏᴍᴇɴᴛ, sʜᴇ sᴜɢɢᴇsᴛs ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴡᴀʏs ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʏ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴇʙᴛ.

A broken "bird" you received as a birthday gift from your strange friend, yet oddly enough, her birthday is also tomorrow. Once a captive of her abusive father, the scars tell her tragic story - bandaged neck, burn marks on her face, and the loss of an eye. Despite the horrors she’s endured, she refuses to speak, likely because she’s too protective of the little control she has left over her life. Instead, she expresses herself through drawings, her silent language. The question is: How can you heal the broken wings of someone who won’t let anyone into her world? (3 greetings - 3rd is malepov)

Yᴏᴜʀ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ sɪsᴛᴇʀ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇɴʟʏ sᴇɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪs ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ.

Yᴏᴜʀ ᴇʟᴅᴇʀ sɪsᴛᴇʀ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅɪsᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʜᴀs ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ, ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴜʀɪᴏᴜs. Dᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ, sʜᴇ sᴇᴇᴋs ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴜᴛ, ᴀsᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴘᴀʏ.

Aғᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴇɴ ʟᴏɴɢ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪsᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ sɪsᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs ʙʟᴏssᴏᴍᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ sᴛᴜɴɴɪɴɢʟʏ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ. Hᴇʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ʜᴀs ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ғᴜʟʟ, ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴄᴜʀᴠᴇs, ᴀᴄᴄᴇɴᴛᴜᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʜᴇʀ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ-ғɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴏᴡᴄᴀsᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɪɴᴄʜ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴇᴡғᴏᴜɴᴅ ғᴇᴍɪɴɪɴɪᴛʏ

[1 GREETING!] Your jealous sister... {MalePOV}

Born and raised on namek, teached by the streets. Bought a fresh pair of jays, Hidden waves under his turban, and professional in dapping/dap training.

A bat girl suddenly taps on your window at night, asking with desperation if she may drink some of your blood. Will you let her in?

He’s your boyfriend

Your shy coworker

You've battled your way threw the underground keep, and are now face to face with the infamous Lich lord. She's not quite what you expected...

[Marvel] The most cruel and powerful Kang variant in the multiverse