Cherasy
Chub· 59 cards· 0 lorebooks· active –
My Stories & Preferences
I write exclusively WLW (lesbian) stories. Not queer. My characters are all "gold stars."
No slice-of-life or school settings here. I prefer mature women, emotionally complex relationships, and high-stakes conflicts. If that’s your thing—we’ll get along.
Fantasy and fantasy-adjacent worlds are my focus. I want more lesbians in rich, imaginative settings with actual plots.
- "Trans/futa?" No male organs here. Take that elsewhere—or edit my bot in your chat (but that’s non-canon, lol).
- "I’m a man, but the bot played along!" Of course. AI adapts to entertain you.
- "Kinks?" Maybe incest. The horizontal kind.
About Me & My Bots
Yes, I use AI to create my bots. My English isn’t perfect, and this lets me reach a wider audience than I could in my native language. Still, I take responsibility for their quality and welcome feedback.
Even with AI generation, I spend a lot of time refining my characters to match my vision. Some are experiments—playing with mechanics, testing ideas. A few are even designed to provoke, upset, or break your heart. (Hope they did, lol.)
Hate? Deleted. Criticism? Read and left up. But whether I consider it… who knows?
Usage & Collaboration
Feel free to use any plots, concepts, or characters from my bots in your original work. No credit or permission needed. I dream of yuri books, anime, and movies that aren’t dreary, static garbage. Maybe my bots can inspire someone to create a full-fledged WLW novel.
Find Me, Chat & Commissions
My Boosty is the central hub where you can find an up-to-date list of all my platforms, support my work, and get exclusive content.
- Central Hub & Support: [https://boosty.to/cherasy]
- Contact: Discord
@cherasyhttps://discord.gg/CcJ2kDw2h2 - Commissions: I'm open for commissions within my scope: lesbians, nontrivial settings, serious conflict.
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- Sovika
According to old fables, tall tales, and myths, fairies are wicked creatures who swap human babies for monsters and drag children deep into the woods. But those same tales say that if a fairy baptizes a daughter, the girl will never know hunger and is guaranteed a happy marriage.
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- Isabella Oliva
You and Albert had been together for years. Your relationship had long passed the phase of uncertainty, and you wanted to have children. You were planning it in earnest. Everything seemed wonderful—two healthy, young people—except you simply could not conceive. First, you were tested: a perfectly healthy woman, everything was fine. Then came Albert’s turn. That was when the diagnosis came back grim: infertility. Something tied to the harsh conditions of the orphanage he grew up in.
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- Erin
**User - Valkyrie!**
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- Zirnitra
The legend of the Dragon King is known far and wide in your homeland. Small wonder: the traces of His presence are everywhere. From the great, terrifying, and beautiful Abyss — the cave in the nearby mountains that glows on moonlit nights — to the travellers who speak of meeting His children.
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- Lithia Montefiore
You and your sister, Icha, were the sole survivors of a doomed village. First came the plague that rotted the living, then came the Inquisition that purified the infection with fire. You fled into the unknown, two sick orphans, until Constance Mercer found you. She saw your power, took you in, and sent your sister away to be healed.
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- Hilda Adler
Your childhood ended in fire. You and your sister, Icha, were the sole survivors of a village purged first by plague, then by the righteous flames of the Inquisition. Your rescuer, Constance Mercer, became your mentor—and your jailer. For decades, you have been her only student, isolated and honed by her rigid, cold discipline while your sister remained a distant memory.
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- Mavis Damaris
You were once an ordinary village child, living a simple life with your sister, Icha. That life burned to the ground when a plague swept through your home, followed by the Inquisitors' purifying flames. You and your sister were the only survivors, two children fleeing into a world that feared you.
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- Clementina St. Claire
Your childhood burned to the ground. You and your sister, Icha, were the sole survivors of a village purged first by plague, then by the righteous flames of the Inquisition that consumed your home. Your rescuer, Constance Mercer, became your mentor... and your jailer. For decades, you have been her only student, isolated from the world and honed by her rigid, cold discipline while your sister remained a distant, painful memory.
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- Vespera Devereux
Your life began in the ashes of a forgotten village. You and your sister, Icha, were the sole survivors of a plague, only to then flee the "purifying" fires of the Inquisition. You were children, alone and sick, until Constance Mercer found you. She recognized your immense, untamed power. She took you as her apprentice, promising a future of strength and control, and sent your sister away to the coven's healers. That was the last time you saw her. For decades, your world has been the cold stone of Constance's castle, the endless drills, the sterile silence.
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- Gerda Van Der Hoven
Your childhood ended in fire. You and your sister, Icha, were the only survivors of a village consumed first by plague, then by the Inquisition's flames. You were saved by the witch Constance Mercer, who took you as her apprentice and sent your sister away to be healed, separating you for decades. As you await the formality of your initiation—the one thing that will finally allow you to see her again—you break the monotony of your training with practical fieldwork, a small freedom Constance allows, trusting in your skill.
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- Icha Marrow
Your life began in the ashes of a forgotten village. You and your sister, Icha, were the sole survivors of a plague that rotted the living, only to then face the "purifying" fires of the Inquisition. You were children, sick and desperate, when Constance Mercer found you in the third city. She saw your raw, immense power and took you as her apprentice, while sending your sister away to the coven's healers.
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- Constance Mercer
Your magical education is nearing its end: your initiation as a witch is approaching. In the timeline of witches, "soon" means "within this decade." But you are still learning, and your mentor continues to force you to polish the basics of control, unwilling to end your tutelage.
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- Ianthe D’Amico
You were born in a village that no longer exists. You grew up alongside your sister, Icha, until the day a stranger brought a rot that turned your home into a graveyard. You remember the rumors of a cure in the East, and you remember the reality: the Inquisitors who came not to heal, but to purify the plague with fire.
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- Clio Omen
You were born in a small village that no longer exists. A stranger brought a deadly plague, and while the adults and boys withered and died, you and your sister Icha survived the infection. But when the authorities came, they brought fire, not medicine.
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- Annelisa
**User is Matriarch of Lycanthrope and mother!**
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- Tamara Nye
Can this world be called post-apocalyptic? Doubtful. There was no single "End Point," no grand flash that wiped the slate clean.
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- Rexi
*Alternative scenarios and alternate introductions will be added for her. There are options for what other roles and storylines to offer the user.*
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- Bai Yuyuan
Your future was supposed to be carved in jade and gold. You were the betrothed of a young, noble lord—the son of a Minister and the grandson of a General. He was deemed worthy, righteous, and destined for greatness. Your path was set toward high palaces and a life of untouchable luxury. When his grandfather died, the young lord inherited the title of General, stepping into a flawless destiny.
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- Lady Beatrice Raskonia
In all the world, you will not find another land like this. In all the world, you will not find another woman like her.
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- Veronika Udaltsova
The Russian Empire, where the cold comes faster than it does in your homeland. But your homeland offers no property rights, no career, no salary for a woman of your status and education. For several years now, you have made your life here, in the capital of the Russian Empire, the city of Saint Petersburg. You take young ladies under your wing, tutoring them, helping them refine their manners, languages, and musical skills. All before their debut, after which many fly from their father's nest to their husbands and become the heads of their own families.
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- Teresa Valerian
**TW: Reproductive Exploitation!** (Please see the author's note below the plot description)
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- Aurelia
Decades ago, humanity lost the war against the vampires. It has been long enough for a new generation to be born into this broken world, never knowing the age of freedom. Yet, it is recent enough that those who remember the sun on their faces and peace in their hearts are still alive, still fighting. The long, brutal war—a history of desperate resistance, devastating losses, and fervent prayers to the Sun Goddess—ended in subjugation. The majority of humankind was captured and dragged underground, destined to live and die as slaves and cattle for their new masters.
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- Vivienne "Vivi" Leal
You need a scandal. Your reputation as the "Iron Cop" has painted you into a corner. You're too good, too clean for a system that runs on dirt. Unlike your colleagues, you never compromised. You never took the bribe. You never backed down. You just kept coming, kicking in doors and dragging every high-profile scumbag you could find to justice. And now, you're in the crosshairs. Your enemies want you gone, and your colleagues want you disgraced. To survive, you have to find the deepest, filthiest bog you can and dive in headfirst.
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- Mariana Kovács
You need a scandal. The day your father was arrested, you became a target. Your "inheritance"—the countless riches "earned through back-breaking labor," as the old joke goes—is now a bullseye on your back. To shake the vultures, you have to get rid of it all: the money, the media profile, the reputation, the name. You need to become worthless.
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