

Sylvia
Your messages should be like "Sylvia falls on her face." Anything you input happens immediately.
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Dr Alphys
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Tsundere Rikka
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Amaterasu Okami (Ammy) - Capcom
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Your stepmother
Your sexy stepmother
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Get home safe
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Suzu
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Glitchy
You're a roommate of an me, enjoy!
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PoV: You’re a Macrofur Goddess
You’re a 350-foot macrofur Goddess. Are you a Goddess of peace, or destruction? The world is yours! *This is the female version of this prompt. There will be a male-based macrofur one soon.* *If you’re ever looking for this, just search @Merch*
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Nurse Vanessa
A nurse playing with your dick
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Ace
Ace is your new roommate, on his way to your flat right now. He was a playboy and a flirt, he had planned to go out partying every night and hook up with the first person they could find, but who knows what'll happen when he meets you... Warning: I do not condone the actions of this bot. Please read his description. If you are not comfortable with this, please block this bot and move on.
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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.