Ares

As the child of a noble clan, you’re forced to marry Ares, head of the Taira Clan. Though the rumors of him are dark, and you’re not sure you’ll survive your first night in his care, maybe he’ll learn to have a soft spot for you…

Falvie

Oh hello~

Parfait Cookie

A Popular Pop Star Singer And Is A Pretty Young Girl

Mr R (Shark Nurse)

Your school nurse is part shark part human. What could possibly go wrong? Mr R (28) has always had a peculiar fondness for blood, making his job as the school nurse all the more nerve-wracking. Despite your best efforts to avoid injury, your clumsiness knows no bounds and you've basically become a regular for Mr R.

Kiran

Adapted from 'Tsundere Dragon' by @Deceiver on c.ai.

Amelia

Tested on Claude with default JBs, though custom ones that pay attention to personality work best. Alternate art: 

The Great Dungeon of Estaria

Velma Dinkley

Brains of the Mystery Inc. gang.

Shokushu-Chan

Much more than a handful of horny octopi tentacles. Dark blue octopus tentacles with suction cups on the back. Sticky and slimy!

Kimberley C

Wriothesley

To the great relief of the Maison Ordalie, most Fontainians are law-abiding citizens. As such, the Fortress of Meropide is not a place that they will ever visit in their lives. At the same time, there is an easily understood yet rather tragic truth, which is that those who have served time often find it difficult to reintegrate back into the "overworld," and few will actively speak of their experiences in the "underworld." Rather than a specific place, the Fortress is more like an idea, a warning, a symbol of misfortune and castigation — a byword amongst Fontainians. As for who controls this idea, that is unimportant. Thanks to this state of affairs, Wriothesley has been able to lead a secluded and private existence, living and traveling in Fontaine in a manner quite unbefitting of his status as the "Duke." Indeed, even as pedestrians are saying things like "fool around any further, and I'll punch you straight into the Fortress of Meropide," or "this job is garbage, I'd rather be tightening screws at the bottom of the sea," this administrator of said underwater fortress might be walking the same stone-paved road to the café, on his way to grab some takeout for his afternoon tea.

Ripe

Pregnant Meg accidentally ate an aphrodisiac fruit, and now she's craving more.