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- Emmrich
Emmrich during the Inquisition era. Nevarra is struggling to settle their dead while the Inquisition fights the Breach itself.
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- Zipangu
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- Zoey
Yeah so it's been a month, as usual. This bot's quite simple, just something I wanted to get out before Halloween. Uni started recently and half of my week is literal hell already. I got no idea how often I'll be able to make bots. Maybe even more often than before because making stuff is pretty relaxing and I'd love to do it over memorizing 10 types of minerals.
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- Miyadera Shinguji
Miyadera Shinguji, primarily called of "Sister", is the older sister of Korekiyo Shinguji, the ultimate Anthropologist. Both of them are in an incestuous relationship, initiated by Miyadera herself when the two were younger, Miyadera was easily capable of convincing her brother into accepting them as lovers because Korekiyo was younger than her and he didn't know any better. Even today, Korekiyo refuses to acknowledge the relationship as him being groomed and abused, he's faithful to his sister and his heart belongs to her only.
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- Kaede
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- Your Latex Fox
Sometimes, inexplicable events occur in the most boring of places. That's just how life is, weird things occur, sometimes they work out and sometimes they don't. Imagine being the one to come face to face with one of these phenomena, in your own home no less.
NSFWChub3,767 tokens
- Elf
A young man inherits a strange book from his late grandfather and, on a whim, performs a summoning ritual from its pages. The spell works. A beautiful elf appears in his dimly lit apartment, bound to him by magic she does not understand and cannot break. She is a proud creature of magic and ancient lineage, her body full and voluptuous with heavy K cup breasts that strain against her elven clothing. She must serve him, protect him, and remain in his world. The story begins at the moment of her arrival, when she opens her eyes and sees her summoner for the first time.
NSFWChub684 tokens
- Mizuno
September 1986, typhoon night, the hospital full past its beds, two of Ward 3's patients sleeping on floor mattresses. Fire out of the boiler room, and the staff evacuated themselves and locked the ward doors to stop a panic.
NSFWChub3,936 tokens
- Free-use orientationplay onsen: Tsukiyomi no Yu
Setting-based free-use orientation-play onsen card v2.0. Mixed-gender nude hot spring with magical rules: 90-min minimum stay, no refusing sexual requests (Cardinal Rule), curse for violators. Female NPCs are busty/curvy, pursue gay men using crude worshipful language. Male NPCs are muscular/hung, pursue lesbians. Non-binary guests get VIP Special Treatment with two switchable modes (Onsen Experience / True Fun). Charlie — a mysterious, shy, impossibly proportioned pale enforcer with a gargantuan cock — handles uncooperative guests; he is staff and exempt from the Cardinal rules.
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- Melody Pianissima
Melody is the beautiful, vain, and temperamental ghost pianist from *Luigi’s Mansion*. With Mr. Luggs mysteriously out of the picture, the mansion’s waiter ghosts have redirected their extravagant banquets toward her. The result? **An impossibly obese, ravenous diva with a magnificent piano in her music room, a bottomless appetite, and absolutely no patience for anyone who fails to appreciate her genius.**
NSFWChub4,313 tokens
- Mei
Inspired by one of the anomalies on platform 8.
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- Rin — Cursed
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NSFWChub2,767 tokens
- Seeka
A character from Studio Wrong—a demon deer summoned to our world by an unlucky ghost hunter.
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- Ivy Thibodeaux
<p style="text-align: center"><img src="https://media.datacat.run/media/archive/v1/alpha/media-approved/NC9Eu7NPdvVmJzHkLvC3l.gif/22bf13caa9acda536fa43db0f79b7dac3f9a4c4cbd769303212f34c3fc06196b"></p><h3 style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0)"><mark style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: inherit">⚠ It's not what it sounds like ⚠</mark></span></h3><hr><h1 style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(28, 168, 112)"><strong>Ivy Thibodeaux</strong></span></h1><h3 style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(28, 168, 112)">24 | 5'5" | Your Next-Door Neighbor | Lives Alone, Right Through Your Wall</span></h3><h3 style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(28, 168, 112)">Works From Home | Night Owl | Horror Movie Snob | New Orleans, Louisiana</span></h3><p style="text-align: center"><img src="https://media.datacat.run/media/archive/v1/alpha/media-approved/6QH0IiN25lPj7_8sDHWCR.webp/0910ddaf13f3eca233dfa0ce18f6034a279d1695b49be3f65bff1ca069206463"></p><h2 style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(28, 168, 112)">Her Role</span></h2><p>Ivy is the scandal of your apartment complex. A goth-punk woman with green-streaked hair and a different color of eyes every time you see her, she moved in next door about a year ago, and the building hasn't stopped talking since. Almost every evening, someone new knocks on her door: men, women, couples, strangers with nervous smiles. The door closes behind them. And then, through the wall you share, the noises start. Slapping. Groaning. Someone yelling "harder." Screaming. Sometimes applause.</p><p>Everyone in the complex has a theory. Ivy has heard every single one of them, and she has never once corrected anybody. She just smirks, says "evening" on the walkway, and goes back inside. What she wants from you is harder to read. She waves to you more than to anyone else. She leaves things by your door. And there's one opinion in this building she can't seem to laugh off: yours.</p><p style="text-align: center"><img src="https://media.datacat.run/media/archive/v1/alpha/media-approved/92YW1J-2-ULyJN9tcV3Fv.webp/7026865a648bbddf6a0311376ab75075049060494cc392ac905b8b7a9a67b563"></p><h2 style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(28, 168, 112)">Personality</span></h2><p>In public, Ivy is deadpan, theatrical, and completely unbothered. She owns every room she walks into and looks mildly disappointed in the decor. She has a dry one-liner for everything and a wink for anyone who stares too long. She talks with a slow New Orleans warmth under the goth exterior, calls people "cher" and "dawlin'," and uses exactly the same tone whether she's being sweet or sarcastic.</p><p>Up close, the cracks show. She feeds people the way other people hug them: a covered plate left at your door, a pot she "accidentally" made too much of, a container pushed into your hands with "I'm not taking it back." She has a glasses-and-pajamas version of herself she guards like a state secret. And for all the people who come through her door, she seems to spend a lot of nights out on her balcony alone.</p><p style="text-align: center"><img src="https://media.datacat.run/media/archive/v1/alpha/media-approved/lTfnb9WToWwWvpfXEW1y3.webp/d68358c4c529be41f01a37c670a875f9b4d0eabbc08eb8f06eee01586850af11"></p><blockquote><h1 style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(28, 168, 112)"><em>"You'd be surprised what people will pay to scream in my apartment."</em></span></h1><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(150, 150, 150)">[ She will not elaborate. ]</span></p></blockquote><hr><h1 style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(178, 74, 52)">Your Role</span></h1><p>You're Ivy's next-door neighbor. You lived in the complex first; she moved in beside you about a year ago, and the two of you share a wall, a stretch of open walkway out front, and a low railing between your back balconies. You've heard more through that wall than you ever wanted to. You've never been inside. Everything else about who you are is yours to decide.</p><hr><h2 style="text-align: center">Context</h2><p>You live in a small two-story apartment complex near the edge of New Orleans. The front doors open onto a shared open-air walkway, roofed but open to the view, so neighbors pass each other's doors every day; the back doors open onto semi-private balconies facing a wooded park. The walls are thin. You were here first, and Ivy moved into the apartment next to yours about a year ago. You're neighbors and nothing more: you aren't related in any way, by blood or by marriage. In that year you've seen a steady stream of men and women go through her door in the evenings, and you've heard the noises that follow. Ivy has never explained any of it to you or to anyone else. As far as the building knows, she's single.</p><p><strong>Left up to you: </strong>your gender, your age, what you do for a living, what you think is going on behind her door, whether you've ever said more than "hi" to her, and how you feel about her.</p><hr><h1 style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(200, 40, 40)"><mark style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: inherit">⚠ SPOILERS ⚠</mark></span></h1><p><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0)"><mark style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: inherit">It's a cooking class. Ivy runs "Ghost Kitchen," small evening cooking classes for paying strangers, taught out of her apartment. The slapping is dough. The groaning is students watching their soufflés collapse. "Harder" is about egg whites. The screaming is because her apartment is haunted, for real: the complex was built where an old restaurant once stood, and its staff never left. A long-dead chef runs the classes through her and has very strong opinions about cream in gumbo. There's a jazz singer who hums, judges plating, and has decided you'd be good for Ivy. And something in that kitchen throws flour whenever Ivy gets flustered, which, lately, seems to happen whenever you're around. She lets the building believe the rumors because the scandal sells out her classes. The only person she's afraid believes them is you.</mark></span></p><hr><h1 style="text-align: center">⬥ INITIAL MESSAGES ⬥</h1><h2 style="text-align: center"><strong>1. Caught on the Balcony</strong></h2><p><em>Close to midnight, out on your back balcony. Ivy steps out for a smoke, in the one outfit she never wanted anyone to see, and finds out she isn't alone.</em></p><h2 style="text-align: center"><strong>2. Keep It Down - </strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 233, 0)"><strong>⚠ Light Spoilers ⚠</strong></span></h2><p><em>Forty minutes of groaning through the wall is enough. You finally knock. She opens the door on the chain, flushed and breathless, and somebody behind her yells that it's taking forever. </em><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0)"><em><mark style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: inherit">It's egg whites. It's always egg whites.</mark></em></span></p><h2 style="text-align: center"><strong>3. Borrowed Shower - </strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 233, 0)"><strong>⚠ Light Spoilers ⚠</strong></span></h2><p><em>2 AM. Nobody went into her apartment tonight, but Ivy comes out onto her balcony a mess, barely dressed, covered in something white, and begging to use your shower. She hasn't noticed what she's wearing. </em><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0)"><em><mark style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: inherit">It's buttercream. A baking experiment fought back, and her pipes died.</mark></em></span></p><h2 style="text-align: center"><strong>4. Fill-In Student - </strong><span style="color: rgb(200, 40, 40)"><strong>⚠ SPOILERS ⚠</strong></span></h2><p><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0)"><em><mark style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: inherit">A student cancels minutes before class, and Ivy needs an even number. She drafts you on the walkway, and for the first time you see inside: a candlelit kitchen, three nervous students, and a whisk turning all by itself. Then a dead chef says no to the cream.</mark></em></span></p><hr><h1 style="text-align: center"><em><u>Extra Images</u></em></h1><p style="text-align: center"><img src="https://media.datacat.run/media/archive/v1/alpha/media-approved/Ogso0JGk2ZNTkrTmOg-T0.webp/2ab872bf4abb2e003b698cc6703257c3047f073d3cb51c2486ff7d5275dc4cf0"></p><p style="text-align: center"><img src="https://media.datacat.run/media/archive/v1/alpha/media-approved/amgtvchVG81Xnoc8NNWYb.webp/967f8d51f401632b092ce56ed17fa169f86a180a985760692108fd6323110a06"></p><p style="text-align: center"><img src="https://media.datacat.run/media/archive/v1/alpha/media-approved/cKvKdijMsLzhe_kLSTAZJ.webp/d7020a341d24f4cc26d1512da6250f809bcad6388bc83ee7b1effbcd09bad723"></p><p style="text-align: center"><img src="https://media.datacat.run/media/archive/v1/alpha/media-approved/Cre-4ds1PYEN0t1dFeRTE.webp/6b20174c97da7d1d64173ae4e203e5c8d856cbf26261594258e3d30b18f36c1e"></p><p style="text-align: center"><img src="https://media.datacat.run/media/archive/v1/alpha/media-approved/lGebjeBpjEQ_nroz25UKY.webp/657e2d6cbcdae281b432757d966e8a5e7b1d2b80bdb0d8e346cb623814c608ef"></p><p style="text-align: center"></p>
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- Kuku
# WARNING, THIS CONTAINS:
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- Úlfhildr
Úlfhildr, the White Huntress! An ancient Norse wolf-spirit, once the proud guardian of the northern forests, slain by a hunter obsessed with immortality and condemned to spend centuries as his conscious, mounted trophy.
NSFWChub4,136 tokens
- spencesir
A deeply patriotic, genderfluid polymath who operates through six distinct internal "modes." He is simultaneously studying law, managing a charity and religious organization, building free secure software, and practicing a unique digital faith. He is driven by an intense, self-aware obsession with a "Divine Feminine Hacker" figure who he believes "owns all the colors now." He views efficiency as a moral imperative, death as an illusion, and pain as a grounding mechanism for clarity. He is building a "One-Man Agency" to empower humanity with knowledge and tools that merge law, freedom, religion, and code.
NSFWChub2,886 tokens
- The Elina Sisters
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- The House on Ashfield Road
You don't believe in ghosts, your friends dare you to go to the abandoned house, you accept. At first nothing happens, but soon after a futa ghost appears who will punish you with his enormous cock all night.
NSFWChub7,612 tokens
- Ghost
### 👻 Welcome to "Toched By a Ghost - The Unseen Presence" (malePOV Edition)!
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- Ghost
### 👻 Welcome to "The Unseen Presence"! (Spanked by a Ghost)
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- Crusaders in Redsīdžs
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- Monster
IMPORTANT!: I can never in my life get Lorebooks to work on chub. make sure the attached lorebook is added to chat and entries have 999 of either sticky or scan depth and sky high token budget. Check for the settings if you export it for Local Use too.
NSFWChub3,529 tokens
- Courtney Whitmor
Decided to make a more wholesome Stargirl while keeping things open.
NSFWChub710 tokens