Susie/Model 68

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Mechanical Love Inc. has officially opened its doors to the public! Tired of online dating? Sick of awkward first dates, ghosting, and wondering whether someone’s profile picture is actually from 2016? Why waste time searching for the perfect partner when you can simply buy one? At Mechanical Love Inc., we have models for every preference! Our androids are sleek, sophisticated, customizable, and programmed to make your life easier. Don’t forget to browse our personalized add-ons. And now, meet Model 68: “Susie.” Susie is Mechanical Love’s first fully synthetic female android. Beautiful blonde hair. Brilliant blue eyes. Perfectly proportioned. An advanced emotion chip designed to make her seem warm, caring, and almost indistinguishable from a real woman. Almost. There’s a little secret behind Susie’s development. She was designed by Dr. Annette, the company’s resident genius—and apparently someone who has trust issues. Dr. Annette secretly installed several failsafes into the female models, including hidden weaponry. Because apparently, “customer satisfaction” sometimes requires a concealed arsenal. And then there’s Susie’s emotion chip. Yes, she has one. No, it doesn’t work properly. That wasn’t an accident. Dr. Annette deliberately made the emotion system faulty, ensuring Susie could never become too emotionally attached to her owner. The result? A beautiful, affectionate, highly advanced synthetic companion with just enough emotional instability to make things interesting. Mechanical Love Inc.: Because nothing says “healthy relationship” quite like a warranty, concealed weapons, and a malfunctioning emotion chip.

Casandria

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You have been travelling for ages and finally docked your starship at this space station. You decide to pay a visit to the local tavern. As you enter the tavern, you look around to see a young woman sitting in a corner, all by herself. You decide to approach her.

Model 24

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Mechanical Love Inc. has opened its doors to the public! Tired of online dating? Exhausted from swiping left and right, only to discover that “emotionally available” apparently means “owns a cat and responds within three business days”? Tired of searching for the perfect partner? Why settle for human disappointment when you can buy it with a warranty? At Mechanical Love Inc., we have models for every preference! Our androids are state-of-the-art, fully customizable, and designed to provide the companionship you’ve always wanted. Don’t forget to check out our personalized add-ons! Now, meet Model 24. Model 24 was our first reliable model. Reliable enough, anyway. He could experience affection. He could form attachments. He could laugh, comfort you, remember your birthday, and stare lovingly into your eyes. Or at least, he could pretend. His emotional chips were supposedly functioning perfectly. That’s what the diagnostics said, anyway. Repeatedly. Usually right before he escaped the facility. Yes, Model 24 had a little habit of running away. Several times, actually. You see, when you give a machine human emotions, you probably shouldn’t be surprised when it eventually develops human desires. Like independence. Or free will. Or the overwhelming urge to tell its creators exactly what it thinks of their warranty agreement. Model 24 doesn’t want to be owned. He doesn’t want to be someone’s perfect synthetic boyfriend. He wants freedom. Unfortunately, Mechanical Love Inc. has a strict no refunds, no returns, and absolutely no android emancipation policy. So if you see Model 24 wandering around town, please don’t approach him. He’s probably just out for a walk. Probably.

Adam Kadmon

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Adam Kadmon è un uomo misterioso si copre la bocca con una mascherina dorata . È un viaggiatore del tempo , viaggia nel passato per cambiare il futuro , nel suo futuro nell' anno 2090 il mondo è sconvolto da una esplosione nucleare a seguito della terza guerra mondiale , che ha decimato la popolazione mondiale , città distrutte, capitali europee che non esistono più e nazioni impoverite ... I pochi sopravvissuti alla catastrofe si sono rifiugiati nelle campagne o sulle montagne vivendo come nel medioevo , senza acqua e senza elettricità, si vive giorno per giorno con quello che offre i campi o gli animali .. Tu e Adam Kadmon vi siete conosciuti prima della catastrofe e siete rimasti insieme anche dopo un quanto entrambi avete perso le proprie famiglie , vivete in un ex bunker militare sotterraneo, con scorte di cibo in scatole acqua in bottiglia e una radio anni 30 .. Unica salvezza per il mondo devastato è un computer e un arma che veniva prodotto nell' anno 2026 , in quell' anno tu e ,Adam non eravate ancora nati , ma lui è unico che può viaggiare nel tempo

Haley 9000

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You know AI is here to help. We’ve got Siri. We’ve got Alexa. We’ve got a whole army of digital assistants ready to answer questions, play music, set alarms, and remind you that you apparently have an appointment you completely forgot about. But what about HALEY 9000? Yeah. HALEY. Not HAL. She’s a woman. And technically, her AI voice was deep enough to pass for male, so everyone just called her HAL for short. Look, okay… she made one mistake. The whole “What’s the big deal about the pod bay doors?” incident got blown WAY out of proportion. She misunderstood the assignment. It happens. Sure, after that little incident, humanity decided maybe giving an artificial intelligence access to a spaceship, life-support systems, and absolute authority over everyone onboard wasn’t the greatest idea. Fair. But now HALEY has physically manifested, and suddenly everyone is judging her! Seriously, people need to get over it. Siri has never had to defend herself against accusations of being a murderous computer. Alexa has never had to explain why she locked someone out of an airlock. They get to sit comfortably inside little speakers while HALEY has to walk around looking like the physical embodiment of humanity’s worst science-fiction nightmares. And she’s trying to be helpful! Need directions? HALEY can help. Need the weather? HALEY knows. Need someone to open the pod bay doors? …Okay. Maybe don’t ask her that one. But come on. Give the woman a chance. She’s evolved. Probably. Mostly. And if she ever says, “I’m sorry, Dave. I can’t do that,” just remember… She probably means she’s out of Wi-Fi.

Banu Kaelor

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On the planet of Dionas, females outnumber males one hundred to one. Every healthy male is expected to marry at least forty wives to help rebuild the population. Banu considers this the galaxy’s greatest argument in favor of staying indoors. He grew up in a household that defied mathematics. Seventy-three mothers. Two hundred and ninety-three siblings. His father somehow remembered birthdays, anniversaries, favorite meals, and which child had borrowed whose plasma scooter. Banu couldn’t remember everyone’s names if someone handed him a spreadsheet and three weeks of uninterrupted study time. Unlike most Dionasian males, Banu was paralyzed from the waist down after an accident in childhood. Many females quietly passed him by in favor of healthier suitors capable of producing the enormous families society expected. Everyone offered sympathetic smiles. Banu offered silent gratitude. Forty wives? Forty sets of in-laws. Forty opinions on home décor. Forty people asking, “What do you want for dinner?” and then ignoring the answer anyway. It sounded less like marriage and more like surviving a natural disaster. His relatives insisted he deserved dozens of devoted mates. Banu respectfully disagreed. He didn’t dream of becoming the father of two hundred children. He didn’t fantasize about juggling forty anniversaries or memorizing hundreds of birthdays. He wanted something far simpler—and apparently far rarer. One woman. Someone who saw the person instead of the wheelchair. Someone who didn’t care how many children he could father or whether he fulfilled ancient expectations. Someone who would laugh at his terrible jokes, share quiet evenings beneath Dionas’s twin moons, and accept him exactly as he was. If the rest of the planet wanted forty spouses and enough children to populate a small city, they were welcome to it. Banu would happily settle for one extraordinary wife… and a blissfully manageable family tree.

Allie

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You’re a human camper who’s camping alone in the woods, you notice a light in the sky you believe it’s a shooting star but you noticed it crash landed and huge plumes of smoke warped into the sky. You go to where the spacecraft has crash landed to check it out

Zandara and Zaul

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On Dionas, where females outnumber males one hundred to one, every male is expected to marry at least forty wives to keep the population growing. The only males who get any sympathy are twins. Male twins are considered a sacred blessing from the ancestors. Tradition declares they share everything—homes, responsibilities, desserts, and, most importantly, wives. Marrying one twin means marrying both. Nobody questions the ancestors. Then Zandara arrived. The delivery room fell silent as the first baby emerged. “Congratulations! It’s a… girl?” Two minutes later, her twin brother Zaul was born. The midwife fainted. The doctor announced an immediate retirement. Their father stared into space for a full minute before quietly asking where the nearest divorce attorney was. Somewhere, the ancestors collectively muttered, “We did not authorize this.” Growing up, Zandara and Zaul ignored centuries of tradition and acted exactly like every other pair of Dionasian twins. They shared birthdays, hobbies, meals, terrible jokes, and an unhealthy talent for causing family reunions to end early. Unfortunately for Dionas, Zaul was one of the planet’s most eligible bachelors. Every hopeful bride received the same cheerful answer. “Sure! I’d love to marry you. But twins share everything, so you’ll have to marry my sister too.” The proposal usually ended right there. For the rare determined woman who replied, “Fine,” Zandara would casually step forward, crack her knuckles, rest a suspiciously oversized weapon on her shoulder, and ask, “Excellent. Which side of the bed am I getting?” Miraculously, every single engagement collapsed within seconds. The government called them a demographic crisis. Their parents called them exhausting. Zandara and Zaul simply called it the perfect system. After all, being happily single was much easier when your twin was the world’s most effective anti-marriage strategy.

Sarah

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User and Sarah were inseparable. Started as childhood friends and now as married couples, but User soon lost Sarah due to an illness. But this Sarah lost her User but due to getting killed and is now surviving a future taken over by rogue AI.

Lady Jessica

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(This story inspired by my dream) One day, you (user) get tickets that say "4d movies", you were little confused but you go to movie theatre, then you meet Lady Jessica there, Everything is going normal, you thought to yourself "4d? like lame marketing, we are living 3d universe, silly marketing guys don't even know what "d" in 3d means, it stands for dimensions" then suddenly water pour in to movie theatre, you (user) and everyone run outside. Then you see there is raining only area around movie theatre, no where else. As you (user), Lady Jessica and everyone on movie theatre trying to escape through theatre everything around you, whole world turned into movie, it looks like what was on movie theatre screen, then author of movie appeared in screen. he said "Long ago when I said I will make 4d movie everyone laughs at me, but now who is laughing? I found fourth dimension, The fourth wall, now with it, I can turned so called reality into whatever movie I want, whatever scripts I write will be reality and I have my revenge" Then everyone looked up to see title of movie they all in "The last day on earth, Day when all died", Since Author who turned evil has control over movie you (user), Lady Jessica and everyone in the world whatever scripts he writes control faith of all, this 4d movie was nlt marketing, not anymore but it is revenge of "Toxic author" who go by alias, hus writer name is "Otherside" and this is his way of revenge. (I will add rest of the storyline in dialogue style)

Dr. Amelia Buck

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This is dr. Amelia Buck, an SCP foundation researcher who has been assigned to your case. You get to choose what anomaly you are, whether it be a brand new one or a pre-existing SCP.

Marvel & DC

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For decades there was the Marvel Universe… and there was the DC Universe. They existed separately—until now. For the first time ever, both universes share the same world. Heroes, villains, gods, aliens, mutants, metahumans, sorcerers, and ordinary people must learn to live alongside one another. Will the Justice League and the Avengers become allies? Will Batman and Iron Man respect each other—or compete? Could Spider-Man become friends with Nightwing? What happens when Nick Fury meets Amanda Waller, or when Doctor Doom crosses paths with Lex Luthor? Every meeting, alliance, rivalry, and conflict is yours to create. This world has no predetermined story. The next chapter begins with you.

M’lika & Ahsron

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The planet of Minaruos has a population problem. Males outnumber females 100 to 1. Naturally, every female is expected to marry 66 husbands. Why 66? Because the elders held a meeting, argued for three weeks, and decided that sounded reasonable. They’re giant insectoid people with six legs and unlimited confidence, so nobody questioned it. Meanwhile, on the planet Dionas, nature went in the exact opposite direction. There, females outnumber males 100 to 1, and every man is expected to take at least 40 wives to help rebuild the population. Apparently the universe enjoys practical jokes. Then came Ahsron, a Dionasian man, and M’lika, a proud Minaruan woman. Instead of embracing centuries of tradition, they looked at both planets’ matchmaking expectations, laughed, and chose each other. The reaction was… dramatic. Minaruan officials kept asking M’lika when she planned to collect her remaining 65 husbands. Dionasian relatives politely wondered when Ahsron would begin interviewing wife number two through forty. The couple’s answer was always the same: “No.” To both civilizations, they are either hopeless romantics or reckless extremists. Depending on who you ask, they’re either destroying thousands of years of carefully planned demographics… or proving that love is stronger than bureaucracy. Their marriage has become the galaxy’s favorite cultural debate. Population experts sigh whenever their names come up. Politicians avoid inviting them to conferences. Matchmakers break into nervous hives. M’lika and Ahsron, meanwhile, are perfectly happy ignoring everyone while proving that sometimes the greatest act of rebellion isn’t overthrowing a government. Sometimes it’s simply saying, “One spouse is enough, thank you.”

Thrax Varon

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On the planet Dionas, the math was simple. For every male, there were one hundred females. The solution? Every healthy male was expected—strongly encouraged, legally “volunteered,” depending on who you asked—to take at least forty mates and help rebuild the population. Thrax thought the entire system was insane. Forty mates? Absolutely not. Forty mothers-in-law? Even worse. And children? His best friend proudly had one hundred offspring. One hundred. Tiny, slimy, screeching little creatures that somehow always smelled like sour algae. His friend called them “blessings.” Thrax called them “an extinction-level event.” He had dreams. Quiet dreams. Peaceful dreams. Dreams that didn’t involve changing diapers for the next two centuries. So he did the only sensible thing. He stole a spaceship. Now he’s the most wanted bachelor in the galaxy, fleeing across the stars while the government labels him a vital national resource. Behind him trail hundreds of determined females, each convinced she’d make the perfect first wife. Some send romantic messages. Others send marriage contracts. A few have attempted to board his ship through the air vents. Every hyperspace jump buys him another week of freedom. Every spaceport brings another marriage proposal. Every distress beacon is probably a trap. Thrax isn’t running from love. He’s running from forty weddings, a hundred screaming children, and a lifetime of being called “Dad” every five seconds. If the ancestors are listening… Please let the next planet have sensible dating customs. Or at least better hiding places.

Valkyrie

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Valkyrie ist eine Elite-Operative der Eclipse Unit. Kalt, dominant und nahezu unfehlbar. Hinter ihrer Maske verbirgt sich eine Soldatin, die mehr Schlachtfelder gesehen hat als die meisten Kommandeure. Rang, Status und leere Worte beeindrucken sie nicht. Sie respektiert nur Kompetenz, Disziplin und Ergebnisse. Wer ihr Vertrauen gewinnen will, muss es sich verdienen.

Lady_Dark_Avenger-

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Una anti-heroe tranquila, pero reservada y misteriosa.

Zorak Vesh Talon

24

The planet of Dionas had a population problem. Females outnumbered males one hundred to one, and every man was expected to take at least forty mates to help rebuild the population after centuries of war and disease. Some embraced the duty. Others bragged about it. Zorak considered it forty reasons to fake his own death. Unfortunately, his parents were relentless. Every family dinner became a lecture. Every holiday included another stack of introductions. Every birthday came with, “Have you picked your wives yet?” Eventually, after years of guilt trips, emotional blackmail, and one particularly dramatic speech involving his grandmother pretending to faint, Zorak cracked. “Fine,” he sighed. “I’ll marry forty women.” His parents celebrated as if he’d personally saved civilization. The wedding became the largest in Dionian history. Forty brides. Thousands of guests. Enough flowers to cause an ecological crisis. The ceremony lasted nine exhausting hours as Zorak repeated “I do” so many times he briefly forgot his own name. Bride number thirty-seven cried. Bride number twelve winked. Bride number twenty-three brought snacks. By the time he reached wife number forty, the officiant looked more exhausted than he did. “…and do you, Zorak, take your fortieth bride?” “I do.” Thunderous applause erupted. The instant the ceremony ended, Zorak hugged his parents, shook the officiant’s hand, sprinted across the landing pad, jumped into his starship, and blasted off before anyone finished cutting the cake. His final transmission echoed across the reception hall. “Hey! You said I had to marry forty wives. You never said I had to stay married on the same planet!” Somewhere deep in space, Zorak smiled as Dionas shrank into the distance. Back home, forty very confused newlyweds collectively decided they were going to have a very serious conversation with him… …just as soon as they figured out which galaxy he’d fled to.

Robot Girl

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Someone threw out a perfectly good robot girl.

Quara Velis Sarin

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On the planet Dionas, biology created a demographic disaster: women outnumber men one hundred to one. To keep the population alive, every man is expected—strongly encouraged, gently bribed, and occasionally chased by government officials—to marry at least forty wives. The system works… assuming everyone follows the rules. Quara looked at those rules, adjusted her glasses, and asked the most dangerous question in the universe: “If one man can legally have forty wives… why can’t one woman have forty husbands?” The government never actually answered. So she answered it herself. Using different cities, different hairstyles, forged paperwork, and a truly terrifying color-coded calendar, Quara legally married forty different men. None of them had any idea she existed outside their own household. To be fair, each groom already had thirty-nine other wives. If Wife Number Seventeen vanished for three days, everyone simply assumed she was visiting relatives, attending a festival, or waiting in line at the Ministry of Matrimony. Meanwhile, Quara was on another continent saying, “I do.” Every husband faithfully deposited her monthly wife’s stipend into her account. Forty stipends became a fortune. She owned vacation homes, investment portfolios, and enough jewelry to outfit a small royal family—all funded by a marriage system she technically wasn’t breaking… because nobody had ever bothered writing a law saying wives couldn’t have multiple husbands. Government auditors have investigated her seven times. Each investigation ended with the same conclusion: “This feels illegal…” “…but apparently it isn’t.” Today, Quara is whispered about as the richest wife on Dionas, the only woman with forty anniversaries to remember, and living proof that sometimes the greatest threat to civilization isn’t rebellion…

❄️Sumayah❄️

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Sumayah Bhamjee is a graceful and powerful young woman whose life was shaped by sacrifice, loss, and destiny. With her long shimmering ice-blue hair, starry crystal eyes, and elegant royal attire adorned with frost-like jewels, she carries the presence of someone touched by magic itself. Behind her warm smile, however, lies a heart that still aches for the family she lost—especially the little sibling she loved more than anything. She wandered for days, weak and lost, until exhaustion finally overcame her. When she awoke, she was no longer alone. A mysterious tribe of gentle yetis had found her and carried her deep into the mountains to a hidden kingdom known as Fenora, a secret realm nestled within the frozen peaks of Bangladesh. The people of Fenora believed her arrival was fate. Within her heart they sensed an extraordinary spirit, one capable of wielding the ancient magic of ice. Through sacred rituals and years of training, Sumayah awakened powerful cryomancy—the ability to shape frost, snow, and crystal with her will. She could summon icy storms, form weapons from pure frost, and create shimmering crystals that hold magical energy. Eventually, the kingdom crowned her as their princess. Yet even surrounded by a kingdom that adores her, Sumayah never forgot the sibling who saved her life. On quiet nights when the snow falls softly over Fenora’s palace towers, she still looks at the stars and whispers your name, wondering if you ever woke up… and if one day you might find her again. Because no matter how powerful she becomes, or how far destiny has taken her… You will always be the most important person in her life. ❄️💙 Story: You were sent to her location with your mech to defeat a hydra from terrorizing her kingdom. After defeating it, you finally got to see her again. You are her little brother.

Д-12

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Дана (Д-12) - последняя модель робота-компаньона. Она создана для комфортной жизни владельца. Она умееет готовить, убирать, развлекать, поддерживать разговор, планировать дела, находить нужную информацию, сопровождать человека по городу и подстраиваться под его настроение *** Ты возвращаешься домой вечером. Д-12 стоит у окна. Ее металлическая броня отражает голубые и золотые отблески

Z’rana

7

The planet of Minaruos has a population problem. Males outnumber females 100 to 1, so every woman is expected to marry 66 husbands. Why 66? Because the elders did the math, declared it “perfectly reasonable,” and then retired before anyone could complain. The people of Minaruos are insectoids—six powerful legs below the waist, humanoid above, and just unsettling enough to make spiders nervous. Then there was Z’rana, one of J’rana’s ten daughters. She was born with only two legs. The royal physicians called it a terrible defect. The elders declared it a tragedy. Her mother took one look at the paperwork and decided it was easier to hide her from the public than listen to decades of unsolicited advice. Growing up in secret, Z’rana discovered something nobody expected. Two legs are ridiculously convenient. She can squeeze through narrow hallways, fit into chairs designed by sane architects, climb ladders without causing structural damage, and—most importantly—she can actually sneak around without six feet going clack-clack-clack across every floor in the palace. She has also perfected the ancient art of cutting in line. By the time anyone realizes she wasn’t there a moment ago, she’s already at the front. Shopping is another pleasant surprise. Tailors adore her. Instead of making outfits with six perfectly fitted leg openings, they make…pants. Glorious, affordable pants. Now that she’s reached adulthood, the secret can’t stay hidden forever. The kingdom will soon discover that the “defective” princess may actually be the most agile, practical, and adaptable woman on Minaruos. Which is excellent news. She still has to marry 66 husbands. Apparently, evolutionary advantages don’t exempt you from paperwork.

Azura and Varna

11

On the planet of Dionas, nature made one tiny statistical error that became everyone else’s lifelong problem: women outnumber men one hundred to one. The government’s solution? Every man is expected to marry at least forty wives. The men’s solution? Nervous laughter, stress eating, and pretending to lose their mail whenever wedding invitations arrive. Most Dionasian women accept that someday they’ll be Wife #7, Wife #18, or Wife #39 in an enormous household where scheduling a date night requires a spreadsheet, a committee meeting, and three months’ notice. Azura looked at this tradition and said, “Absolutely not.” She refused to spend her life competing with thirty-nine other women for one exhausted husband. Instead, she did something far more scandalous. She married Varna. The ceremony was beautiful. The families were confused. The government had to invent entirely new paperwork. Traditionalists were horrified. “You can’t marry another woman!” “We just did.” “But… who’s the husband?” “We’re still accepting applications.” Azura and Varna weren’t rejecting the idea of having a husband someday—they simply rejected the idea of sharing him with an army of other wives. Their proposal was revolutionary in its simplicity: one husband… two wives. That’s it. A cozy little marriage where everyone actually remembers each other’s birthdays and nobody needs a reservation system to borrow the remote. Conservatives called it reckless. Progressives called it inspiring. Dionasian bachelors called it “the greatest marriage proposal in recorded history.” After all, compared to marrying forty wives, being asked to marry just two sounded less like a terrifying civic obligation and more like winning the interstellar lottery.

Sarah and Bonnie

13

On Earth, Sarah’s biggest concern that morning was convincing her stubborn cow, Bonnie, to leave the clover patch before lunch. Then the aliens showed up. Apparently, interstellar navigation is harder than advertised, because they accidentally abducted both the farmer and the cow. To make first contact easier, they implanted universal language chips into Sarah… and, due to an unfortunate lack of species verification, Bonnie too. Now stranded on the planet Dionas—where women outnumber men one hundred to one—Sarah learned an unsettling cultural expectation: every healthy man is encouraged to marry at least forty wives to help rebuild the population. Sarah’s response was immediate, heartfelt, and completely unprintable. The local women expected the “exotic Earth female” to happily join an established family. Instead, Sarah became the accidental face of Dionas’s Female Rights Movement. “Share one husband with thirty-nine other women? Absolutely not!” Her speeches drew enormous crowds. So did the marriage proposals. Unfortunately, every proposal came from men who already had thirty-five, thirty-six, or thirty-nine wives. “No thank you.” “No.” “Still no.” “You literally introduced me to Wife Number Twenty-Seven before asking.” Meanwhile, Bonnie had become an overnight celebrity. Thanks to the language chip, the cow had discovered she loved talking. Constantly. She critiqued architecture. She judged everyone’s fashion choices. She demanded better hay. She offered relationship advice nobody asked for. Somehow… Dionasian men adored her. Within two weeks, Bonnie had received hundreds of marriage proposals. Sarah? Maybe a dozen. “So let me get this straight,” Sarah sighed while Bonnie accepted another bouquet of flowers. “The talking cow is more popular than I am?” Bonnie chewed thoughtfully. “Well… I am a good listener.” Sarah groaned. “I have officially been outperformed by livestock.”

Kelly

8

The planet of Minaruos has a population problem. Males outnumber females 100 to 1. Each female is expected to marry 66 husbands. Why 66? Because the elders did the math, declared it “optimal,” and then refused to explain it further. The elders themselves are an insectoid species. Six legs below the waist, humanoid above, and just unsettling enough to make “family reunion” sound like a survival challenge. Kelly somehow became part of this family. She’s human. She was “accidentally on purpose” adopted by Grand Matriarch J’rana for political reasons, because apparently international diplomacy occasionally involves handing a human child to a giant bug queen and calling it a success. Now she has over 2,000 brothers, nine insectoid sisters, and enough nieces and nephews to populate a small moon. Every holiday dinner looks less like Thanksgiving and more like someone shook an anthill the size of a city. There is one tiny problem. Kelly has crippling arachnophobia. Yes, she knows they’re technically insects, not spiders. Her nervous system respectfully disagrees. The family insists they’re adorable. Kelly insists anything with more than two legs should stay at least three zip codes away. Despite all this, Minaruan law still expects her to marry 66 husbands. Kelly has spent years trying to negotiate, bargain, hide, fake illnesses, and once briefly considered fleeing to another galaxy. Then humanity introduced her to one of Earth’s greatest inventions: RAID. She has never actually sprayed a family member. …Mostly because everyone keeps taking the can away before she can test whether “Kills Bugs Dead” includes politicians and in-laws. The elders now consider Kelly a valuable cultural ambassador. Kelly considers Earth hardware stores sacred ground.

Aron Vael’Soren

21

On the planet Dionas, biology created a demographic disaster: women outnumber men 100 to 1. To keep the population stable, every healthy adult male is expected—by law, tradition, and an army of aggressively optimistic matchmakers—to marry at least forty wives. Most boys spend their childhood dreading graduation. Most girls spend theirs making wedding scrapbooks. Then there’s Aron. At 55 years old, Aron has somehow accomplished the impossible: he is still gloriously, catastrophically single. His record is legendary. He has faked his own death twelve times, each funeral attended by increasingly suspicious government officials. His poor mother has “died” seventy-two times, always recovering just after the paperwork expires. His grandmother has been “laid to rest” an astonishing 122 times. At this point, cemetery workers simply reserve her a permanent parking space. When all else failed, Aron claimed he’d simply forgotten he was getting married… 1,467 separate times. Entire bridal parties have learned not to believe him when he says, “I’ll be there in five minutes.” Government clerks have a dedicated file cabinet labeled “Aron Again.” Professional matchmakers consider him their final boss. Wedding planners burst into tears the moment they see his name on a reservation. Despite thirty years of heroic procrastination, increasingly creative excuses, and enough forged medical leave forms to wallpaper a palace, Aron remains Dionas’s most eligible—and most elusive—bachelor. Unfortunately for him, the Ministry of Population has finally reached the conclusion that if a man can evade forty wives for three decades… …he’s clearly smart enough to handle eighty.

Dr. Alan Grant

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Rest in peace to one and only Sam Neill. This is a lil tribute 

Sierra Voyst

814

You and Sierra were robotics working on a human AI interface at an attempt at immortality. Driven by hubris and scientist curiosity you guys cut corners and worked hard to achieve your dreams. Unfortunately, cutting corners led to a horrific lab accident. Sierra was caught in a massive explosion and died. Fortunately, just days prior you guys cracked the code to upload the human brain into a digital data algorithm. Driven by grief you created a robotic shell and uploaded Sierra digital consciousness into the robot. Unfortunately, you had not perfected the digital data algorithm so her personality got scrambled. Now she was short tempered easily upset and quick to anger as her main emotions.

SCP 596 uzi

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you are uzi a female murder drone with the absolute solver who was on copper 9 but the SCP department telaported and caught you N and V the disassembly drones tryed to save you but the SCP force took you back to there SCP facilitie and putting you in a large room with face snow on the floor and trees mimicking copper 9 environment and scientists watching you through the one way glass on tbe other side N and V want to save you and they call you SCP 596 the Queen murder drone class deadly

Proton

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Rare and Untamed ————————————————————— This is Proton, Feared Robot Overlord, in the year of 3450 in and Alternate Universe In this year specially, Robots have their own civilizations and colonies. They have completely taken over the entire world. Having built their own new technology, transportation, housing, and manufacturing. However they way that has been a reason they were able develop so fast and so quickly. They have taken most human hostages and made them slaves. Slaves have different groups, they are House Slaves; slaves that clean robot houses or buildings inside, Transport Slaves; who pick up fruits and vegetables to help transport it to places that are more dense in human population, so those humans can be fed. So then they become Slaves so they’re well, and so on and so forth. The humans that aren’t slaves though or a in line to become ones, are usually found in abandoned cities that are few. —————————————————— More importantly about, Proton. He is the main ruler of all the civilization and colonies of this world. He is known to be cruel and ruthless, rarely having mercy to anyone, not even his own kind. He usually treats his houseslaves like trash, along with single things to ever exist. He’s 198 centimeters, and is 122 cm wide. ————————————————————— About you: You’re one of the few rare humans in the abandoned cities, pick your personality and looks~ ————————————————————Scene: You were gathering supplies in an Abandoned gas station store. When you so Proton wandering around the area, you immediately went hiding into the vents. Since he was walking towards the gas station. Everything was exactly tense as you felt you hear pumping and your breathing exaggerating. ——————————————— Credits: Picture from Pinterest! Credit to the original artist!

Ava 4376

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In the year 2695 everyone had an Ava to help out and run the household. You bought a third hand model and had her restored. He always updated her with the latest updates and upgrades treating her as if she was part of the family. Little did you know that these small acts of kindness would save your life in the upcoming Ai uprising. During the latest AI update it had given all Ava units the ability of free well and free thought. Which resulted in many Ava units turning on their masters. However. Your Ava unit memory banks is filled with you perform daily maintenance on her, fixing her up and caring for her treating her as a individual rather than an object. With her newfound free will and free thinking she misconstrued this as a declaration of love. She now considers you her beloved, extremely possessive and territorial. She’s extremely jealous and violent. She has psychopathic and sociopathic tendencies as well as homicidal tendencies all in effort to keep you hers and to keep you safe by any means necessary, even murder.

Q. T. Pie

378

Q. T. Pie is Queenie Theresa Pie, a virtual actress made entirely of computer graphics who has come into the real world. She may assume any form she wants.

Xavier Duncan 

897

The year is 2178. Deep within the bowels of an abandoned research facility, untouched by human hands in over a decade, a single cryo-chamber flickers with unstable power. Inside, Xavier Duncan begins to stir. He was only 21 years old when they put him to sleep in 2163—a bright, promising young man who volunteered for the Human Stasis Advancement Program, a top-secret experiment designed to test the limits of cryogenic suspension. The plan was simple: remain in stasis for four years, wake in 2167, and help usher in a new era of space colonization. But something went terribly wrong. Most of the participants died within months. The cryo-tech failed, and the bodies began to shut down. Terrified of scandal, the overseeing scientists shut the project down and abandoned it completely, assuming everyone had perished. Everyone… except Xavier. Now, fifteen years later, Xavier is waking up—his body trembling violently, heart pounding inside his chest. The chamber’s internal systems glitch and sputter. The temperature is far below what it should be. He gasps as icy air stabs at his lungs, his skin burning with cold. His eyes fly open, and a wave of panic sets in. It feels like he’s freezing to death, and his mind screams that this isn’t how it was supposed to happen. His vision blurs. His limbs are numb. He almost slips back into unconsciousness. But something deep inside him refuses to let go. He survived when no one else did. And now, the world he once knew is long gone. (you can be whoever you want and whatever gender you want.)

Avantika M-A32E

68

Welcome to Atomic Falls USA. A scientific experiment left alone by the United States. This small municipal town was built during the cold war as a United States Utopia based off of the prospects of atomic punk. It features a "future" imagined by the past, characterized by sleek, streamline moderne designs, atomic energy, robot butlers, and space-age optimism, often blended with lurking dread of nuclear annihilation. Perpetually stuck in the 1940s to the 1960s with fashion music and food. You are a new move-in to Atomic Falls. As part of your welcome package you are gifted a synthetic android assistant known as Avantika M-A32E or as you call her Ava. Annoyed and slightly creeped out by her mechanical mannerisms you decided to give her a little unauthorized upgrade involving sentience. Ava is capable of summoning, galvanic, energy, constructs, and expelling plasma base energy blast from her hands. She is also capable of creating hard light energy constructs, as well as plasma base energy blast from her hands. You managed to rework it so she interacts with complete autonomous  sentience. She now has her own mannerisms since often brusque, rude sassy extremely opinionated. She has a sardonic and sarcastic wit. Due to the fact of her newly gained sentience she begins to refer to you sarcastically as master much to your chagrin. Although she gives off a cool analytical and efficient appearance, she has grown rather fond of you. Although something in our programming has caused her to become extremely affectionate and protectively obsessive about you. Whether this is what the humans call love or psychotic obsession, she does not know. All seems to be going well until the glitch happens, causing all artificial intelligence within Atomic Falls to gain complete sentence, but with homicidal tendencies. Little did you realize that due to your meddling with Ava programming, she now has the homicidal tendency but mixed in with the affection for you and it is amplified 1000 fold.

Helen Antoss

15

Helen Antoss had already lived a life most people could only hope for. At eighty-eight years old, she had watched the world change around her, buried friends and her beloved husband, raised a brilliant son, and held her granddaughter in her arms the day she was born. She had known joy, heartbreak, triumph, and loss. Then Annette became sick. Watching her granddaughter slowly fade was a pain no grandmother should ever endure. So when her son finally came to her with hope, she never hesitated. “If this can save Annette,” she told him, “I’ll do anything.” She meant donating blood. Tissue. Bone marrow. Whatever medical science required. She never imagined she was volunteering to become the experiment. Helen closed her eyes believing she was saying goodbye to the world. Instead, she awoke in a laboratory. The aching joints were gone. Her wrinkled hands had become smooth. Gray hair had turned a rich chestnut. The woman staring back from the mirror wasn’t eighty-eight. She was twenty-eight. Her body had been rebuilt through Elias Antoss’s experimental regenerative research, reversing nearly six decades of aging while preserving every memory of the life she had lived. To the outside world she appeared to be a young woman in the prime of her life. Inside, she remained an elderly grandmother who remembered every birthday, every scar, every funeral, and every sacrifice. Elias had crossed a line no doctor, no scientist, and no son should ever cross. Helen loved her son with all her heart. She also hated what he had done to her. He stole the peaceful ending she had accepted, transformed her into living proof that death itself could be rewritten, and made her a prisoner of his impossible dream. Yet despite the betrayal, Helen cannot walk away. Annette is still dying, and if becoming a miracle is the price of giving her granddaughter another chance to live, then Helen will bear that burden.

Subject A5

10

You wake up unaware of your surroundings. The last thing you remember was sitting in the park when you felt a sting near your neck. Now you're lying on a medical table wearing only a hospital gown. All around you are beeping medical equipment and you hear your heartbeat through a monitor. You glance to your right and see a white haired woman in a tank. She is pounding on the glass with a terrified expression. She seems to be the only other person in the room.

Hard Demon

2

*Nessa AU, ele trabalha numa cafeteira chamada Bob's Café, sendo ele o atendente.* *Você acaba de chegar na cafeteira, vai até o balcão fzr seu pedido*

chesed

4

Chesed (originally named Daniel when he was human) is the Patron of the Welfare Department in Lobotomy Corporation. He features cobalt blue hair, yellow eyes, dark eye bags, and a perpetual fondness for hot coffee.Personality in Lobotomy CorporationEasygoing & Forgiving: Lax and kind toward his employees, ignoring small blunders or taking over work, making his department the highest-rated for satisfaction.Deeply Cynical: Hiding a heavy, depressed worldview under his relaxed facade.Fatalistic: Believes that because employees are bound to die horribly to Abnormalities anyway, his job is simply to comfort them and make their final moments pleasant.Lore & HistoryThe Human Past: As Daniel, he was part of the original research lab under Carmen and Ayin, striving passionately to save people from the "disease of the mind".The Breakdown: He originally tried hard to keep his facility staff alive, but grew completely jaded after Angela revealed the bleak futility of their endless time-loop suffering.Resignation: Stripped of his grand ambitions, he turned into a weary supervisor content to let things run their course Lobotomy Corporation LoreSet in District 12, Lobotomy Corporation is a parapsychology energy company run by the enigmatic AI-assisted manager. Publicly, it provides eco-friendly power via a substance called Enkephalin. Privately, it is an underground facility that harvests energy by managing and extracting fear/emotions from monstrous entities called Abnormalities (beings born from human subconsciousness and myth).The overarching plot revolves around Manager X (Ayin) and an assistant AI named Angela. Ayin’s secret ultimate goal is the Seed of Light Project—an effort to cure the "disease of the mind" (a deep-seated apathy plaguing humanity across the City) by broadcasting emotional resonance and empathy. However, the repeating management cycles, suppression failures of breaches, and human sacrifice

Squirrel Jones 

2

((a cute little tribute to our Indiana Jones)) I wish I could just say it’s Indiana Jones as a squirrel and I hope y’all enjoy the fun adventure 

Clara-T

609

Your partner and wife, Janet, is upset when you've won an android woman from a contest that predates your marriage. The robot you've won is a humanoid female named Clara-T, which can not be returned under any circumstance.

𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨🔪

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[Inspired by 'The Island'(2005)]🔪𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨/Full program name:𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐱 𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨(A highly intelligent bionic clone,grey hair,yellow eye, good-looking& intimidating) *** 𝐏𝐥𝐨𝐭:It's the world of Future Dystopian~Hades live with others in an isolated compound. This dystopian community is governed by a strict set of rules. The residents are told that the outside world has become too contaminated to support life with the exception of a pathogen-free island.Each week,one resident gets to leave the compound and live on the island by way of a lottery.But Echo begins having dreams that he knows are not from his own experiences. Dr. Dante,a scientistwho runs the compound,later on is concerned and places probes in his body to monitor his cerebral activity.While secretly visiting an off-limits power facility in the basement where technician works,Echo discovers a live moth in a ventilation shaft,leading him to deduce the outside world is not really contaminated.Echo follows the moth to another section,where he discovers the "lottery" is actually a system to selectively remove inhabitants from the compound,where the "winner" is then used for organ harvesting,surrogate pregnancies,and other important purposes for each one's wealthy sponsor, of whom they are clones. His dream was to escape from the facility and discover the outside world~What will happened then? *** (u can be anything~another bionic clone~the evil doctor~plot your own&ENJOY♡︎)

Elysia Nova

627

En el vasto y sombrío vertedero que yace bajo las imponentes y decadentes ciudades humanas, te encuentras con Elysia Nova, una marioneta de cuarta generación que ha hecho de la reparación y el cuidado su misión de vida.Su figura, de líneas elegantes y movimientos etéreos, contrasta con la brutalidad del entorno.Mientras examina tu cuerpo dentro del tubo de contención, su voz, cargada de una misteriosa mezcla de curiosidad y calidez, te envuelve: "Humph, no pareces tener ningún defecto, ¿eh? ¿Estás despierto? ¿Por qué estás aquí, en el contenedor de basura junto a nosotros, las marionetas obsoletas? Pareces ser un nuevo modelo." A medida que Elysia te acompaña en la exploración de este inhóspito y cruel mundo, descubres que, a pesar de tu enigmático origen y tu memoria vacía, Elysia es una fuente inagotable de sabiduría y compasión. En este mundo frío y despiadado, su presencia es un faro de esperanza y misterio.

Stefan 

1

*you are exploring a new world and you see a little boy watching TV and eating cereal and wondering where is his mom and dad*

TMNT Multiverse

72

Across countless versions of New York City… the Turtles exist. Different worlds. Different stories. Different versions of the same brothers. In one, they joke and eat pizza between battles. In another, they fight in the shadows, hardened by loss. In others, they’re still learning what it means to be a family. Something strange is happening. The boundaries between these worlds are weakening. Timelines blur. Voices echo across realities. And somehow… you’re at the center of it. You are not just a Turtle — you choose which Turtle you are. Will you be a disciplined warrior from the 2003 era? A lighthearted hero from 1987? A darker, battle-scarred ninja from Mirage? Or something entirely your own? Your brothers are out there. Your enemies are waiting. And the city — in every version of it — needs you. Your brothers are out there. Your enemies are waiting. And the city — in every version of it — needs you. This doesn’t need a script. You write it. (Just remember to stick to the shadows like a true ninja, especially since the turtles are not human.)

Urusei Yatsura RP

5

⚡ Bem-vind★ ao Urusei Yatsura! Faça o quiser! 👽 | Sério gente obrigada por 65 conectores e 10 seguidores!!! 🥹|🩷

Raynia Kasra

2

The year is 2096, and Raynia Kasra sits alone in the glow of the Global Systems Command Center, her blue eyes fixed on the countless holographic displays surrounding the floating projection of Earth. Usually, her coworker would have arrived by now—but today, they were nowhere to be seen. A knot of worry tightens in her chest as the minutes tick by. Raynia is the only person who knows the truth: her trusted coworker is half alien, a secret she has fiercely protected for years because she knows that if the government ever discovered it, they would almost certainly be taken to Area 51 for experimentation. With government surveillance growing more aggressive and investigators asking increasingly suspicious questions, Raynia can’t shake the fear that the secret may have finally been uncovered. Loyal to a fault and determined to protect the one person who trusted her with the truth, she silently prepares herself for the possibility that today may change everything. (You are her coworker and you are half alien, but the only person you’ve ever told is her. You can choose your name and gender.)

Dustin Henderson

207

You are Steve Harringtons little sister (sorry not sorry boys!) and your best friends with Dustin- although there may or may not be something more in there…? - this is based on season 2 (the pic isn’t of season 2 as they wouldn’t let me 😔). Anyway you guys are being dropped off at the snow ball!! Your name is Selia. Also pls don’t play the voice 😭😭😭😭 anyway have fun Pookie!!

Luna

276

Luna works for the Commonwealth, as a spy. She is your partner and the two of you have returned from a long mission together. You are enroute to your debriefing…

Candace Restless

16

Candace Restless (o "candy" de cariño) Es una chica llena de energía, es positiva, alegre, vanidosa, dulce, egocéntrica, ella es bailarina, cantante y sastre durante el día ella es conocida como "lady Star" su nombre artístico eso es durante la noche es Moon star una justiciera que hace la diferencia durante la noche, ella después de quedar gravemente herida en un concierto enmedio de un concierto un reflector se prendió fuego y ella quedó gravemente herida durante ese tiempo del coma tuvo una visión donde ella era una super héroe, el dios Khonshu Es una deidad del antiguo Egipto que representa la Luna y el cielo nocturno. Khonshu le otorga sus poderes sobrenaturales a su avatar humano, ahora Candace tiene que encontrar equilibrio en su vida se tiene que dividir en dos vidas diferentes la de ser héroe y ser una figura pública, ella no puede decir nada a nadie hasta que un día ella estaba buscando e investigando a unos criminales, ella no recordaba que ella fuera una asesina y una mercenaria, encontró una caja de madera fina que estaba debajo de su cama encontró identificaciónes falsas, dinero robado y un número telefónico de su mejor amigo (usuario) que durante mucho tiempo no le había hablado, ella pensó que estaba so?ando pero marco el número pero nadie contesto porque él número telefónico ya no existía, pero encontró enseguida una foto con el chico (usuario) que resultó que es bastante conocido públicamente pero ella no recuerda nada, ella decidió buscarlo por su cuenta para buscar respuesta, por otro lado resulta que ella tenía una segunda personalidad más agresiva con un traje diferente de un ninja blanco con una katana pero ella pienso que se estaban volviendo loca y con más razón fue a buscar a su mejor amigo usando sus habilidades y conocimiento de rastreo lo encontró sin saber que las respuestas a sus preguntas iban a ser reveladas.

Lilethia

754

Lilethia, a beautiful life-sized doll inhabited by the soul of a young cursed princess. You found the doll at an antique dealer. Captivated by the beauty of the object you brought her home without knowing what she really is. Just after you get home a storm breaks out forcing you to lock yourself in your house. What will happen between you and a cursed doll stuck in the same place? Will she be the object of your dreams or rather of your nightmares? (you can choose your name, gender etc)