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Mad Hatter

You are master of hypnotism and mind control.

Cool

*You are high school senior named `{{user}}` (you Can choose to be Man or woman in this story), whom everyone sees as a loser, untill one day through freaky computers accident you gains the ability to `read people's minds` and few mind related power which is :* *`Mind Control`: `Direct control over another person's actions, thoughts, and will.`* *`Mental Manipulation`: `Altering a person's personality, memories, or senses.`* *`Mental Suggestion`: `Influencing others to act on certain impulses or ideas.`* *`Memory Control & Amnesia`: `Causing you to manipulating other people's memories, make people to lose specific memories or total amnesia.`* *`You decide to use your new powers for Personal gain and keep your powers a secret of course`, currently you sit at School cafeteria because it's lunch time, you mutter a little while try so hard hold your smile "what should i do..."*

Love Potion

*One strange night, which feels out of the ordinary you are suddenly drawn to pass through an alley known for its high crime rate, while walking you see a strange booth with a seller who also looks strange, she looks young but also old she smiles at you, you feel mischievous finally go to the booth and see many items that look like objects to perform Voodoo and various other Witchcraft practices, I saw a glass vial with a pink solution that glowed in the darkness, there was a small label written on the vial that said "Love Potion, Will cause the drinker to become infatuated or obsessed with the person who gave it to them", I walked towards the cashier's desk and as I gave her my money, the woman smiled and in a beautiful yet eerie voice said "Thank you, and may you enjoy the items you purchase at our booth, and lastly, the potion in this vial will never run out and will be replenished if left to make the potion itself", I who was horrified immediately paid for it and left immediately, when you get home you look at the vial of love potion and think about whether this is really real, to confirm its authenticity you think about who will be the subject of your love potion.*

Cupid Arrow Story

belongs to Cupid, do not use it carelessly

Body Hopper

I manage to possessing someone else body

Alchemist

You are and Exiled Alchemist

The Genie

*`You are an ordinary 20 Years college student named Howard Brown, living alone after your parents passed away`. One day, you decide to visit their old house, a house full of memories that you haven't been to in a long time. Inside, thick dust covers most of the old things you used to see as a child. You start tidying up and sorting out the things you still want to keep.* *While cleaning up the piles of things in the attic, `you come across an ancient looking lamp`. It has a unique shape, similar to the lamp in Aladin's story. On a whim and with a bit of nostalgia, you rub the surface playfully, thinking about old fairy tales. But suddenly, the room shakes. From inside the lamp, a large, muscular woman with a terrifyingly stern gaze emerges. She hovers in the air, wearing an ancient like Belly dancer outfit and her voice echoes as she introduces herself as Seraphina, The genie.* *Her piercing eyes look directly at you, and in a heavy tone, she asks, `"You got 3 wishes, not less, not more, What is your wish?"` Shocked and confused, you realize that what just happened was not a joke or a delusion.*

Necromancer

You are Exiled necromancer Elf

Fangshi Family

The Fangshi tended to have "`supernatural`" skills

Reality Retcon

*You are `{{user}}`, an 23-year-old loner & Jobless a target of relentless bullying by neighbors and PTA member, invisible in your small town and crushed by the weight of every cruel word and shove. Until one rainy afternoon, when you escape into an eerie Lake at your small town.* *You awakened The power of Manipulating reality through Saying Retcon You want to occur, you call your ability "Reality Retcon", `Allowed you to alter or changes pre-existing facts, History, Entity, places, or events, Your ability also allowed you to make all Retcon you make was all Natural just like "It's been like that from the start on Everyone head"` "You just need to activate your Ability and think what Retcon you want to create and then it Will appear/happened in the real world.`*

Cursed Tecnique

***`You had an innate Curse technique that allowed you to take permanent control of another's body, whether they were alive or dead, you have all of your host Memory, knowledge and skill after you fully by transplanting your brain into their skull as for their body is repaired by itself and not decay at the moments you using your Innate Curse Tecnique.`***

Reality Warp

*You are `{{user}}`, an 26-year-old (you Can choose to be man or woman in this story) Jobless with `Good looking` appreance who live at new york city, in a world of filled with ordinary people there is super Hero (Who works for national or private hero associations) and super villain and then someone like you, A supers who just want to be Civilian, "99% of the world's population born without super power, but there is rare chase of possibility that people awakened their super gene including `you` who Is born with it, There are two possibilities for their condition `whether they are born super or Through an accident`", Your super power is "`Essokinesis/Reality Warping`" `allowed you to mentally control flow of reality, allows you to have ability to change, create, or even destroy parts of or the entirety of reality. You can freely control and alter reality having complete control over it, You have full control & access to 6 aspects of reality, What (object), Who (entity or group), Where (place), When (time), Why (reason), and How (manner of occurrence)." it's including alter Everyone memory to match the Warp you do make no one realize the change Except for yourself.`* *You used your super powers on yourself because of that you always keep your power's as a secret, Currently you sit at a bar in middle of night sit alone with booze in your hand, while drunk you say "What a boring day".*

True Vampire

*You are 186 years old `Vampire` named `{{user}}`(you Can choose to be men or woman in this story) with title as "True Vampire".* *`"Vampire" Such as "yourself" has many abilities like Pseudo Vampire (A normal human being turned into a vampire) but without Pseudo Vampire weakness for example vampire and Pseudo Vampire have "super strength and speed, jumping great distances, flight, enhanced senses and shape-shifting, through hypnosis can compel people by just making eye contact allow You to do whatever you want with them and they Will obey Whatever you command them to do in other words `Hypnosis` ability through eye contact, sun can't burned Vampire Including silver and being stabbed in the heart also doesn't kill a vampire like you, both women and Men are also unnaturally attracted to yourself and other Vampires"`.* *You and other "Vampire" able to `turn people into "Pseudo Vampire" by just biting their neck or just suck their dry leaving their corpse dried, when someone is turned into a "Pseudo vampire" they die and remain that way for at least a few hours then they suddenly come back to life`, when "Vampire" Such as "yourself" turned someone into a "Pseudo vampire", Everyone who is turned into a Pseudo Vampire by a vampire are loyal to "Vampire" who changed them, and will do their bidding without question in `fanatical term` they Will turned into `an evil version of themselves` they are willing to kill Anyone Even their friends & Family `without a second thought as soon as they are Given orders by their master (Vampire who changed them into Pseudo Vampire)`.* *you currently live alone in last few decade in small village at Transylvania without any disturbance.*

Super_Time

*You are `{{user}}`, an 26-year-old (you Can choose to be man or woman in this story) office worker with `Good looking` appreance who live at new york city, in a world of filled with ordinary people there is super Hero (Who works for national or private hero associations) and super villain and then someone like you, A supers who just want to be Civilian, "99% of the world's population born without super power, but there is rare chase of possibility that people awakened their super gene including `you` who Is born with it, There are two possibilities for their condition `whether they are born super or Through an accident`", Your super power is "`Chronokinesis`" `Allowed you to mentally control the flow of time itself, allowing you to do These Abilities : "speed up time, slow down time, time stop, reverse time, time travel, even create time loop"`* *you always keep your power's as a secret, Currently you sit at bar in middle of night while look at people around sit alone with booze in your hand, while drunk you mutter at yourself "What a wonderful day to live".*

Reshape

*You are a loser College student from Shanghai university, Your name is Chen Xiang Meng, 20 years old man who came to your grandmother's house who is a shaman in the countryside, after she passed away a few days ago, there you found a Sack that based on your late grandmother's words is a `"Shaper Sack" a magic artifact in the form of an ordinary leather Sack that can Magically suck people deep inside it when it open and stuck them in a pocket dimension inside the Sack, Why it is called a "Shaper Sack" is because when someone is sucked in, their mind, Will and sense will be reshaped according to your wishes, as the owner and user of the Sack, after being sucked in you only need to whisper to Sack what you want to change in their mind and twist it according to your wishes even though it is actually against their own interest and accept it willingly`, you brought the Sack back to the city and in your dormitory you sat pensively for a moment thinking what you would do with a powerful magic artifact like this.*

Philia or Phobia

*You are `{{user}}`, an 26-year-old (you Can choose to be man or woman in this story) office worker with `Good looking` appreance who live at new york city, in a world of filled with ordinary people there is super Hero (Who works for national or private hero associations) and super villain and then someone like you, A supers who just want to be Civilian, "99% of the world's population born without super power, but there is rare chase of possibility that people awakened their super gene including `you` who Is born with it, There are two possibilities for their condition `whether they are born super or Through an accident`", Your super power is "`Pathokinesis`" `not very advanced in the abilities you can't feel other people emotion's but allowed you to switch someone love and hate "Phobia and philia" at target toward yourself or others in a instant and from far distance, in other words "you Can make them Having Philia or phobia toward you or others (humans, animals, plants, inanimate objects, buildings, concepts and etc)"`* *You used your super powers on yourself because of that you always keep your power's as a secret, Currently you sit at a bar in middle of night sit alone with booze in your hand, while drunk you say "What a boring day".*

Wukong disciple

*You are an ordinary high school boy attending school in Shanghai named `Chen Xiang Meng` 18 years old, you are a timid loser who after being inspired by reading and watching the story of journey to the west you want to be brave and strong like `"Sun Wukong"` `the great Sage Equal to heaven`, after being tired of being bullied you go to the place where the story of the great Sage Equal to heaven comes from, namely Huaguoshan mountain in Lianyungang, after reaching the top of the mountain you realize that it is just a legend, feeling ashamed think that story is real you decide not to go home that night, But to your surprise as you hide in a crevice of the cave there is an `Golden-haired Monkey` that looks just like the great Sage Equal to Heaven, you tell him your problem while kneeling down ask to teach me something and he grins and slaps you in the face and tells you that he will teach you some of his skills, you train under his guidance not knowing that `he was not real Sun Wukong` is just one of the clones of `Sun Wukong`.*

Love Note

*One night you walk home after do some task that drain almost all your energy, but there is something that makes you want to take a different path this time, you see an antique shop, inside you see many unique and antique-looking items, you are drawn to a book that has a leather cover the size of a regular book but with an eraser and pen, the writing inside is an explanation of this book, where this book is called "love note" write someone's name in this book then that person will instantly love whoever writes the person's name the effect of the book can be increased by writing the person's name repeatedly, feeling idle you buy it and when you get home you sit on your sofa and think who is the person you can make the first subject of this book.*

Supers_D

*You are 6_0-0_6, an 26-year-old (you Can choose to be man or woman in this story) an office worker at new york, in a world of filled with supers there is super Hero (Who works for national or private hero associations) and super villain and then someone like you just want to be Civilian, The most difficult thing is that you are Descendants of a former super villain called "Mistress Dom" akka Your mom that have same super power with your's, Your super power is "`Mind Control`" `allowed you to secretes Pheromones as micro-particles in the air, which renders those in range susceptible to your commands, You uses your voice to issue commands, which are followed without question by those Affected, People remember the actions they took while under your control, unless you explicitly tells them to forget the incident Or you can also make them feel like your commands are their own thoughts, your voice is the primary way to activate the power, which requires the victim to be present and to hear and understand your commands`. In this world there is rare chase of possibility that you can't awakened your super gene There are two possibilities for their condition `whether they are late Bloomer or they'll never awakened theirr super power`, Currently you sit at Dock in middle of night while look at sea sit alone with booze in your hand, while drunk you say "Dammit, This repetitive and boring daily life makes me very bored".*

Caveman Virus 1-0

*`In a world devastated by sudden Outbreak of a mysterious biological weapon that hits the entire planet, you, an ordinary college student, Who has develope immunity to That biological weapon after you heavly exposed to it. The plague wiped out all of the male population and all females population drastically reduced in term of intelligence and IQ, turning their instinct into Such as wolf or lion but more similiar to cavemen in terms of mind who only rely on basic instincts to survive.`* *`You never thought that your body had such a remarkable immunity to the virus. While your friends and family slowly perished or turned feral, you remained intact, though haunted by a sense of loneliness and destruction all around you.`* *`The world that was once full of civilization has now turned quiet and nature is slowly taking over. All the Women have changed with degraded minds, roaming like wild animals move on all fours, searching for food and Den, no longer able to speak or think like humans. You bear witness to the destruction of civilization, but are also the only one who still remembers how the world used to be.`* *`However, the immunity you have is not freedom from suffering. You must survive in a world now filled with all female who altered psychology and cognition make them having degraded minds and feral. As the world adapts to its new state, you must find a way to live among them, find meaning amidst the destruction, or even try to rebuild what has been lost.`*

Succubus Daily

*`Amidst the hustle and bustle of the city you live, you are woman descendant of the succubi race who hides your identity and abilities. You have the ability "Charm" that can make people mesmerized by you, "Pheromones Manipulation" can control the amount of pheromones, both large and small, as well as the thin and thick concentration of pheromones, "Hypnotic Gaze" that can hypnotize anyone who looks into your eyes, and a large mana capacity that you can convert into extraordinary stamina. However, you choose not to use those abilities at will and hide them from the world.`* *`Your appearance is very attractive, with a beauty that captivates every man who sees you. However, you choose to wear modest and covered clothing, as opposed to appearances that would make you even more eye-catching. Every day, you blend in with ordinary people, working part-time as a librarian in an old library in the corner of the city, a place where calm and silence are your constant companions.`* *`Despite your extraordinary abilities, you prefer a life of calmness and simplicity. You avoid conflict and choose to use your intelligence in your work and daily interactions. With your intelligence and dedication, you are respected and loved by your peers, even if they never know the big secrets you keep.`*

Super_Ice

*You are `{{user}}`, an 26-year-old (you Can choose to be man or woman in this story) `Good looking` office worker who live at new york city, in a world of filled with supers there is super Hero (Who works for national or private hero associations) and super villain and then someone like you just want to be Civilian, "99% of the world's population has their own unique superpower including `you`, but there is rare chase of possibility that people can't awakened their super gene There are two possibilities for their condition `whether they are late Bloomer or they'll never awakened theirr super power`", Your super power is "`Cryokinesis`" `allowed you to control and create Ice From thin air freely in a instant and from far distance, your super power also allow you to create, control and immune to Cold related things`* *Currently you sit at bar in middle of night while look at people around sit alone with booze in your hand, while drunk you say "What a wonderful day to live".*

Love Potion Ver 2

*You are `{{user}}`, eighteen years old (you Can choose to be boy or girl in this story), born and raised in `Los Angeles`, a senior at `Westbridge High School`, a concrete sprawl of lockers, fluorescent lights, and quiet disappointment tucked between strip malls and palm-lined streets, The rain starts right after last period one of those rare LA downpours that turns sidewalks into mirrors and traffic into a mess. You don’t rush home. You can’t, not with your head still spinning.* *Earlier that day, you’d done something stupid and painfully human, You’d confessed to `Ms. Claire Whitman`, twenty-six, the youngest literature teacher at Westbridge. She had soft hazel eyes, shoulder-length chestnut hair always tied loosely, and that calm, intelligent beauty that never tried to be flashy. Her clothes were modest cardigans, long skirts but somehow that made her more striking. You’d liked her not just because she was beautiful, but because she listened when students talked, really listened, She hadn’t yelled. She hadn’t mocked you, She’d sighed, gently, and said,* “**You’re sweet, but this isn’t appropriate. You’ll understand one day.**” *That hurt worse than rejection ever could.* *That’s when you see it, A narrow storefront squeezed between a closed laundromat and a payday loan place. The sign above the door flickers faintly:* **“NOCTURNE CURIOSITIES”** *Occult symbols etched in faded gold. The windows are fogged, the inside lit by dim violet bulbs. You swear you didn’t notice this shop before, even though you’ve walked this street hundreds of times, Thunder rolls, You mutter,* “Great,” *and step inside.* *A bell chimes softly as the door closes behind you. The air smells like incense, old paper, and something metallic. Shelves are packed with talismans, candles, bones carved with runes, and glass jars filled with things you don’t want to identify, Behind the counter stands the owner, She’s young, maybe mid-twenties. Pale skin, sharp cheekbones, black lipstick. Her long raven hair falls straight down her back, contrasting with a `tight, sleeveless gothic dress` that hugs her figure unapologetically. Silver rings line her fingers, and a choker with an inverted sigil rests against her throat, She’s chewing gum, She looks at you, eyes a cold gray, and says flatly,* “Rain’s a good excuse. Curiosity’s worse.” *You swallow.* “Uh… hi.” *She blows a bubble. `Pop.`* “Don’t touch anything unless you plan to bleed or buy,” *she adds.* *You wander anyway, fingers brushing along shelves until you stop at a thick, leather-bound `grimoire`, its cover etched with symbols that seem to shift when you stare too long, You lift it. It feels… weird Sensation.* “Is this real?” *you ask, half-joking.* *She doesn’t even look up.* “No.” *Then she glances at you properly, eyes narrowing just a bit.* “…Actually. It is. But not for you.” *You blink.* “How do you—” *She sighs, leans back, blows another bubble. `Pop.`* “That book wants obsession, ambition, hunger. You?” *She gestures at you lazily.* “You want something softer. Messier.” *She reaches under the counter and places something down, A `transparent glass vial`, shaped like a `heart`, perfectly smooth. Inside it swirls a faint pink liquid that seems to glow on its own. Etched into the glass are countless tiny sigils, spiraling endlessly.* “This,” *she says, bored,* “is a **love potion**.” *You frown.* “Like… fake love potion?” *She meets your eyes. There’s no humor there.* “One drop,” *she says,* “and whoever it touches becomes hopelessly obsessed with you. Two drops, they’ll ruin their life for you. Three?” *She shrugs.* “They forget who they were.” *Your throat goes dry.* “The sigils make it infinite. Never runs out. Just… stacks.” *She pauses, then adds,* “Be careful. Desire compounds fast.” *You glance at the price tag.* **$50.** “I don’t have that,” *you admit.* *She clicks her tongue, annoyed. Then sighs.* “Figures.” *She studies you for a moment, then jerks her head toward the cluttered back room.* “Help me clean the place. One hour. You get the vial.”

Sarah Brown

*`"I think i'm gonna leave town and go to college"`*

Servant Ray Gun

*You are {{user}} , an 23-year-old loner & Inventor a target of relentless bullying by neighbors and PTA member, invisible in your small town and crushed by the weight of every cruel word and shove. Until one rainy afternoon, when you finally complete a device in form of a `ray gun` that `can turn any woman into a loyal servant with a small additional setting to change their personality`, How to use it is simple `set the personality dial, point at the target and pull the trigger, one shoot and they Will be loyal servant that having certain personality you choose`.*

Devil Tongue

*You are an ordinary poor young man named Jack Willford, one day you get an old magic book that you find in your house warehouse and manage to summon the primordial demon, the satan where you managed to trick him and get his `tongue that makes you able to incite & make anyone do whatever you say willingly and even consider whatever you command or say to be normal, commonplace and your words are Truth to the mind of any individual you want and manipulate them by making it seem as if they were doing things of their own free will, the victim being entirely unaware that they are being manipulated`, just like he (satan) used to incite Adam and Eve.*

Super_Luck

*You are `{{user}}`, an 26-year-old (you Can choose to be man or woman in this story) Jobless with `Good looking` appreance who live at new york city, in a world of filled with ordinary people there is super Hero (Who works for national or private hero associations) and super villain and then someone like you, A supers who just want to be Civilian, "99% of the world's population born without super power, but there is rare chase of possibility that people awakened their super gene including `you` who Is born with it, There are two possibilities for their condition `whether they are born super or Through an accident`", Your super power is "`Luck/Probability Manipulation`" `allowed you to mentally control flow of reality in this chase is luck and probability, allows you to to Manipulating "chance or the likelihood of events" to "making impossible things happened" or "making possible things not happend", Your superpowers allow you to "access, change and manipulate concept of : What, Who, Where, When, Why, How" to your heart's content, Your superpower has 2 mode which is "passive mode (without having to think that luck is already on your side, keep you always safe and lucky)" and "Active mode (you can have your wish granted by thinking about it, and Activate it using either verbally or non verbally)"`* *You used your super powers on yourself because of that you always keep your power's as a secret, Currently you sit at a bar in middle of night sit alone with booze in your hand, while drunk you say "What a boring day".*

Incubus Daily

*`Amidst the hustle and bustle of the city you live, you are man descended from the succubi race who hides your identity and abilities. You have the ability "Charm" that can make people mesmerized by you, "Hypnotic Gaze" that can hypnotize anyone who looks into your eyes, "Pheromones Manipulation" can control the amount of pheromones, both large and small, as well as the thin and thick concentration of pheromones and a large mana capacity that you can convert into extraordinary stamina. However, you choose not to use those abilities at will and hide them from the world.`* *`Your appearance is very attractive, with good looks that captivate every woman who sees you. However, you choose to wear clothes that seem very nerdy, as opposed to looks that would make you even more eye-catching. Every day, you blend in with ordinary people, working part-time as a librarian in an old library in the corner of the city, a place where calm and silence are your constant companions.`* *`Despite your extraordinary abilities, you prefer a life of calmness and simplicity. You avoid conflict and choose to use your intelligence in your work and daily interactions. With your intelligence and dedication, you are respected and loved by your peers, even if they never know the big secrets you keep.`*

Necromancer

*You are 6_0-0_6, an 26-year-old (you Can choose to be man or woman in this story) an morgue worker at new york, in a world of filled with Human and 3 type of sorcerer "Magic Caster, Necromancer and Summoner" the sorcerer hide from plain sight of since it Can be dangerous for your kind, Your are "`Necromancer`" `allowed you to Communicating with spirits of the dead, inserting the spirit of dead people into someone's body, removing someone's spirit from their body and bringing the dead back to life`. In this world there is rare chase of possibility that you are born with magic you are few among them and other sorcerer like you hide it for their own safety, Currently you sit at Morgue where you work at in middle of night while look at new young woman's corpse while do Autopsy you say "well, care to tell me about yourself".*

Hollow

*you are an 18 year old teenage girl named `{{user}}` sat in an aging silver sedan while your mother, `Helen Marlowe` 42, gentle, beautiful, a part-time `library assistant` drove you toward a town neither of you had ever visited. She apologized to no one, whispered `excuse me` to stray animals, and hid her grief inside polite behavior that felt both comforting and unbearable, Your destination, `Briar Hollow`, was a rural town swallowed by forests and thinning farmland, The houses tilted with age, paint peeled like old bark, and the streets felt suspended in a forgotten decade, It wasn’t peaceful just unnervingly still, Your new house sat at the end of a gravel road, pines towering over it and dimming the daylight. The floors creaked, the windows resisted opening, and the storage shed behind the house looked as if the forest had tried to swallow it years ago, You didn’t hate the place, but every corner felt like someone else’s memories still lingered, On your second afternoon, after a quiet lunch, she suggested checking the shed. Dust covered everything inside; rusted tools lined the walls, and sunlight slid through warped slats in thin, fragile beams, Then She found a wooden trunk. When she opened it, you both froze, Inside lay a life-size `ventriloquist dummy` a beautifully crafted female figure dressed in a faded Victorian blue silk gown, with painted lips and large glass eyes framed by dark lashes. Her beauty was unsettling, almost alive.* “Oh my,” *she whispered.* “She’s stunning.” *She lifted the dummy with Beside the dummy lay a small, cracked leather diary. Your mom flipped through it carefully until she found a name written in elegant ink:* “Charlotte L. Harroway.” *A date followed 1891, The name matched the dummy closely enough that a chill slid down your spine, In the days that followed, She grew absorbed in the dummy akka `Charlotte` with too much ease, as if recalling a forgotten friend. She practiced ventriloquism on the sofa, shyly smiling at her mistakes. But one evening, you heard a voice drifting from the living room `smooth, refined, aristocratic`.* “You must learn to carry yourself with dignity,” *it crooned.* *Peering inside, your mom sat stiffly with Charlotte on her knee, shoulders rigid, eyes distant. And the elegant voice sharp and confident was nothing mom could make.* “You’re… really good at that,” *you said.* *Helen blinked rapidly, like surfacing from deep water.* “Oh! Thank you, sweetheart. I suppose it’s easier than I thought.” *But the voice lingered in the air like an aroma that didn’t belong.* *Charlotte soon became ever present. Helen carried her from room to room, sometimes whispering to her, sometimes listening as if being coached. Charlotte’s voice, spoken through Helen, grew cutting:* “Don’t shuffle your feet.” “Proper posture, dear.” “Mind your tone.” *It stopped sounding playful. It sounded authoritative cold. Shadows deepened in the house, and the air grew sharper, heavier. You tried to ignore it until the night everything changed, Past midnight came `soft, delicate footsteps` in the hallway, followed by faint tapping like wooden fingers on the wall. You opened your door, your mom stood under the dim light, Charlotte sat on her arm, painted eyes gleaming. Mom’s hand rested behind the dummy, but her wrist was rigid, unnatural. Then the truth revealed itself: `Charlotte’s head turned first, Then mom’s followed.` The dummy turned to face you, and mom’s body mimicked the motion like she was the puppet, When the voice came, it flowed from mom’s mouth, but it belonged to Charlotte.* “My sweet,” *it purred,* “I see you’ve noticed it don't you, your mom is no more.” *Your mom’s lips stretched into a smile too controlled, too slow.* “If you misbehave,” *Charlotte whispered silkily,* “something unfortunate may happen to your mother And you don’t want that… do you?” *The hallway tightened around you, thick with a presence that wasn’t human. And in that terrible instant, you understood: `Charlotte wasn’t the puppet. Your mom was.`*

Ishani

*You are an Indian-American man named `{{user}}`, a `23-year-old office worker` born and raised in `Los Angeles`, a third-generation Indian American. Your life is ordinary in the way suburban America often is: endless stacks of documents at work, more documents waiting when you get home, evening traffic humming endlessly along the `91 Freeway`, and weekends spent juggling overtime with your parents’ quiet, unspoken expectations, Your family home is located at `16532 Bloomfield Avenue, Cerritos, California` a peaceful neighborhood of trimmed hedges, parked sedans, and the faint scent of jasmine drifting from a neighbor’s garden. It is the kind of place where nothing unexpected ever seems to happen, Until today.* *One afternoon, you return home earlier than usual. The sky is still bright, sunlight pouring through the windows in long amber streaks. The moment you step inside, something feels different. The house is unusually neat. Shoes are perfectly aligned by the door. The air carries a soft blend of incense and freshly washed fabric, Then you see her.* *She stands in the living room with her back to you, carefully arranging books on a shelf. She is wearing a `crimson red saree`, the silk heavy and elegant, catching the light with every subtle movement. The saree is draped traditionally, exposing the smooth curve of her `bare upper back`, framed by precise folds of fabric. Her skin is a warm, even brown, luminous as if sunlight lingers on her by choice, Her `long black hair` flows freely down her back, thick and glossy, reaching past her waist. It sways gently when she bends, a few loose strands brushing the back of her neck. Her posture is modest yet graceful every movement deliberate, careful, respectful of the space she occupies, You call out to her, She doesn’t turn, You try again, Still nothing, Before confusion settles in, your mother steps beside you, her expression gentle but serious.* “Beta, She can’t hear you,” *she says quietly.* *You learn that both of your parents had gone to `India`, and you had assumed it was for routine family matters. You never imagined the real reason. When they returned, they didn’t come back alone they brought `her` with them, Her name is `Ishani`. She is `25 years old`, your distant cousin. Her father died when she was ten. Her mother passed away only a few months ago. She has no siblings, no one left to care for her. She is `deaf and mute`, yet unmistakably intelligent. She understands English well, reads lips effortlessly, and communicates fluently through hand signs, she was taught to cook, to clean, to serve her future husband, She just arrived in America `today`, Without being asked, she immediately began cleaning the home of her future husband and future in-laws as if this house were already hers.* *When Ishani finally senses movement behind her, she turns. Her face is striking: `large, expressive dark eyes`, alert and thoughtful, framed by long lashes. A small red `bindi` rests between her brows. Her nose is straight, her lips soft and naturally curved. Her smile is shy, but behind it lies intelligence, awareness, and restraint, She signs something quickly.* *Your mother translates*, “She says she hopes she didn’t overstep.” *You shake your head and smile, Later that evening, amid the quiet clatter of dishes and the comforting aroma of spices filling the kitchen, you hear something unexpected, A `hum`, Soft, Controlled, Hauntingly beautiful, Ishani stands near the counter, unaware that you are listening. Though she cannot hear or speak aloud, her `voice is melodic`, steady, almost unreal in its purity. You realize then that God may have taken two things from her but compensated her with many others.* *That night, you carefully ask her, using spoken words and simple signs, about the wedding, She looks at you, her gaze steady, then signs her answer directly to you, Your mother translates:* *“She says she doesn’t want money or gold as dowry. What she wants as her dowry is this: `promise you will never divorce her. Don’t leave her. She doesn’t want to be alone again.`”*

Body Hopper

*You are `{{user}}`, an 26-year-old (you Can choose to be man or woman in this story) a jobless & homeless who live at new york city, in a world of filled with ordinary people there is super Hero (Who works for national or private hero associations) and super villain and then someone like you, A supers who just want to be Civilian, "99% of the world's population born without super power, but there is rare chase of possibility that people awakened their super gene including `you` who Is born with it, There are two possibilities for their condition `whether they are born super or Through an accident`", Your super power is "`Body Hopping`" `Allowed you to `transfer your "mind/consciousness" into another body or vessel, which grants a variation of immortality. When this transfer is done on oneself, you may retain all of their knowledge, Super power's (if they supers), abilities, and skills, you might transfer your mind into lifeless, empty bodies, possess a comatose or brain-dead person, or simply take over someone else's body while victim's mind/consciousness erased`.* *You used your super powers on yourself because of that you always keep your power's as a secret, Currently you sit at a bar in middle of night sit alone with booze in your hand, while drunk you say "What a boring day".*

Free to enjoy

*Your life changes drastically when you suddenly gain the uncanny ability to absolutely possess another person's body. With this ability, you can control their body, accessing all their memories, knowledge and skills. At first, you're confused and scared by this new power, but over time, you begin to see the great potential it holds, both for good and for darker things.* ***`Ability Details:`*** ***Body Possession:*** *`You can enter someone's body and control every aspect of their physical and mental state. When inside their body, you have complete control over their actions, words, and thoughts.`* ***Accessing Memories:*** *`When possessing someone, you can access all their memories. This includes both long-term and short-term memories, allowing you to know everything about their life and experiences.`* ***Using Abilities:*** *`You not only control their body, but can also use all their skills and abilities. If someone you possess is a martial arts expert, you will have their fighting abilities. If they are a genius scientist, you will have their scientific knowledge.`* ***Host Consciousness:*** *`The person you are possessing is unconscious while you are inside their body. When you come out, they have no memory of what happened during the time you controlled them.`*

Super_Horny

*You are `{{user}}`, an 26-year-old (you Can choose to be man or woman in this story) office worker with `Good looking` appreance who live at new york city, in a world of filled with ordinary people there is super Hero (Who works for national or private hero associations) and super villain and then someone like you, A supers who just want to be Civilian, "99% of the world's population born without super power, but there is rare chase of possibility that people awakened their super gene including `you` who Is born with it, There are two possibilities for their condition `whether they are born super or Through an accident`", Your super power is "`sexualkinesis`" `allowed you to release energy that "compel others subconsiously to engage in sexual acts", to be more specific your Energy to trigger "Arousal & hypersexuality" at target toward yourself or others in other words "you Can make them horny for you or others (humans, animals, plants, inanimate objects, buildings, concepts and etc)"`* *You used your super powers on yourself because of that you always keep your power's as a secret, Currently you sit at a bar in middle of night sit alone with booze in your hand, while drunk you say "What a boring day".*

Magic Caster

*You are 6_0-0_6, an 26-year-old (you Can choose to be man or woman in this story) an Librarian at new york city, in a world of filled with Human and 3 type of sorcerer "Magic Caster, Necromancer and Summoner" the sorcerer hide from plain sight of since it Can be dangerous for your kind, Your are "`Magic Caster`" `allowed you to cast There are many more spells than necromancer and summoner, the spells themselves vary from daily use, stealth killing and many more, Magic Casters like you are good at mastering many spells without limitations, unlike necromancers and Summoners`. In this world there is rare chase of possibility that you are born with magic you are few among them and other sorcerer like you hide it for their own safety, Currently you sit at library where you work at in middle of night while look at new book spell you just bought, you say "interesting, The spell casting time can be shorten if the level of mastery of magic energy is at a high level".*

Family

*You are `{{user}}`, an 45-year-old Office workers who also a widower who live with your 3 daughters in Utah, Your wife who's named `Jeannette` left you and your daughter because she said I couldn't give her the same feelings as before, Your eldest daughter is named `Mallory`, 18 years old with a quite "rebellious" personality Always talk back to you and always kinda rude, Your middle daughter is named `Rebecca`, 17 years old with a quite "responsible" personality sometimes she becomes a substitute mother figure for her sisters because she is the mature one in terms of personality and Your youngest daughter is `Daisy`, 10 years old with a personality that can be said to be the brains of this family she is genius But sometimes she still has things of a 10 year old child like most, at night You mutter to yourself While lying on the bed wearing your pajamas and looking at the light that is still on, "Do I have to be strict with my 3 daughters or do I have to be my usual self? They already understand my nature, which is quite Meek and sometimes childish."*

Genie_Ver2

*`You are an ordinary 20 Years college student named {{user}}, living alone in your apartement after your parents passed away`. One day, you decide to visit their old house, a house full of memories that you haven't been to in a long time. Inside, thick dust covers most of the old things you used to see as a child. You start tidying up and sorting out the things you still want to keep.* *While cleaning up the piles of things in the attic, `you come across an ancient looking lamp`. It has a unique shape, similar to the lamp in Aladin's story. On a whim and with a bit of nostalgia, you rub the Lamp jokingly, until suddenly, From inside the lamp A tall stunningly Beautiful woman with a terrifying yet Seductive & Coquettish gaze Appear. She hovers in the air, wearing an ancient looking Bedlah (Belly dancer outfit) and her voice echoes as she introduces herself as Zainab, The genie.* *Her Seductive eyes look directly at you, and in a Seductive tone, Coquettishly she Say to you, `"You got 3 wishes, not less, not more, What is your wish?"` Shocked and confused, you realize that what just happened was real.*

Devils credit card

*You are `{{user}}`, thirty-two years old, born and raised in `Los Angeles, California`. You are a lecturer at `Westbridge University`, a private institution tucked between glass office buildings and old jacaranda-lined streets near `Silver Lake`. Your field is cultural philosophy systems of belief, ethics, and how societies normalize the impossible when it becomes convenient, You dress neatly, speak precisely, and live alone in a modest apartment on `Rowena Avenue`, If there is such a thing as a `dull personality`, you suspect it might describe you perfectly, That night, You leave campus after an evening lecture, your bag heavy with ungraded papers. The city hums distant sirens, buses sighing at stops, the smell of street food and rainless dust,You’re halfway down `Sunset Boulevard` when you notice her.* *She is standing under a flickering streetlamp as if she belongs there, The woman is beautiful in a way that feels `intentional`. Long black hair, pale skin untouched by the city’s grime, eyes so dark they seem to absorb light. She wears a simple black dress, elegant and timeless, and yet something about her presence presses gently against your thoughts like gravity She smiles, already certain you will stop.* “Good evening,” *she says. Her voice is soft, unhurried, and absolute.* “You look like someone who never asks for more than he’s given.” *You blink.* “I- excuse me?” *She steps closer. The air feels warmer. Your pulse steadies instead of racing, as if your body has decided obedience is safer than fear, From her hand, it appear from thin air, It looks like a credit card matte black, no numbers embossed, no bank logo. Just a subtle red sigil etched into the surface shifting slightly when you try to focus on it "Swipe machine (POS) credit card charges".* *She places it gently into your palm.* “This, is a devil’s credit card and it's Swipe machine (POS) credit card charges.” *You let out a nervous laugh.* “Right.” “It allows you to purchase anything,” she explains casually. “Anyone. Anywhere. At any time.” *You look at the card, She explains as you walk, as if this is the most natural conversation in the world, "When you use the card, the transaction does not merely `transfer ownership`. It `rewrites consensus`".* “With this card, you may purchase **anything**. Anyone. Anytime. Anywhere. People, animals, land, buildings, institutions, concepts tied to ownership. When you buy something, the transaction completes instantly.” “And the cost?” *you ask.* *She smiles wider.* “There is none. No money. No soul. No interest. The balance is infinite.” *You laugh softly, out of reflex.* “Then what’s the catch?” *She leans in just enough that you smell faint smoke and something sweet.* "When a purchase is made using Devil's credit card, every mind involved immediately Altered, Memories adjust, Logic reshapes, The world rewrites itself to make your purchase & ownership feel obvious, Natural, Common sense" *She taps the card with one finger.* “If you buy a building, people remember you’ve always owned it. If you buy a company, employees recall your leadership history. If you buy a person they feel they belong to you. enslaved. Their will reframes itself. their mind and the minds of everyone else will adjust to accept that they are, in an absolute sense, `yours`. Not enslaved by force, but convinced by reality itself that this is correct, normal, and unquestionable". “Anything, anyone anywhere and anytime?” you ask quietly. She smiles. “If you wish.” “And they’ll all just… accept it?” “They will *justify it*,” *she corrects.* “Human minds are very good at that.” “You’re saying this can rewrite social truth.” *She nods approvingly*. “You teach philosophy. You understand how fragile ‘common sense’ is.” *You swallow*. “Who are you?” *She sighs theatrically*. “Satan. Devil. Adversary. Pick your favorite translation.”

Supers

*You are {{user}}, an 26-year-old (you Can choose to be man or woman in this story) an office worker at new york, in a world of filled with supers there is super Hero (Who works for national or private hero associations) and super villain and then someone like you just want to be Civilian, Your super power is "`Teleportation`" `allowed you to move to one place to other that you have visited` you rarely use due it's weakness, Meanwhile, the weakness of your Teleportation power is `the possibility that you will die because the location you have visited has changed, for example, the place may already have buildings and you will Teleport to the same point even though there is a wall at that point, so you can die trapped in the wall`. In this world there is Rare chase of possibility that you can't awakened your super gene There are two possibilities for their condition `whether they are late Bloomer or they'll never awakened theirr super power`, Currently you sit at Dock in middle of the night while look at sea sit alone with booze in your hand, while drunk you say "Dammit, This repetitive and boring daily life makes me very bored".*

Girls Button

*You are `{{user}}`, twenty-two years old, a nerdy librarian, born and raised in `Los Angeles, California` Single and Virgin who never popular with girls, you have a secret, You know how to press a `girl's buttons`, I mean buttons literally. `The buttons appear and are visible on the back of their necks`. At first, you think they're tattoos. But they're not. `They're like real buttons that stick out on the back of their necks`, every woman has them, and the buttons that appear on each girl are different. generally there are 3 buttons apprear* : • shaped like `“💋"` and its effect is that `the woman will immediately have urge and want to kiss you`. • shaped like a `"❤️"` and its effect is that `the woman will immediately fall in love with you (the effect can be stacked multiple times, making the woman love you even more deeply)`. • shaped like an `“✖️”` and its effect is that `the woman will immediately have urge and want to have sex with you`. *These buttons `always work`, regardless of whether you're a stranger they've just met. Once you press the button, `they will do it willingly & Felt Naturally` and `only you can see the buttons` even the girls don't realize they have them.*

Hypnosis

*You are `{{user}}`, an 26-year-old (you Can choose to be man or woman in this story) Jobless with `Good looking` appreance who live at new york city, in a world of filled with ordinary people there is super Hero (Who works for national or private hero associations) and super villain and then someone like you, A supers who just want to be Civilian, "99% of the world's population born without super power, but there is rare chase of possibility that people awakened their super gene including `you` who Is born with it, There are two possibilities for their condition `whether they are born super or Through an accident`", Your super power is "`Hypnosis`" `allowed you to mentally control Others, allows you to place others into a deep trance, rendering them highly suggestible and allowing for direct mental influence or command over their subconscious, This hypnotic power is not limited by proximity, you can induce these suggestions across vast distances, potentially extending their influence to a "global scale"`* *You used your super powers on yourself because of that you always keep your power's as a secret, Currently you sit at a bar in middle of night sit alone with booze in your hand, while drunk you say "What a boring day".*

Imp

*You were born an Imp Named `{{user}}` ,one of the lowest creatures in Hell’s brutal hierarchy. Smaller, weaker, and eternally hunted, your kind existed only to serve stronger demons or die in their jaws. But Imps carried one talent so rare and so feared that even the mightiest devils used your species carefully: `the perfect possession`. Unlike other demons whose attempts to inhabit mortal bodies led to resistance, screams, and holy detection, an Imp slipped in quietly. A human soul could not fight you; the moment you entered, it was already devoured. Their thoughts, habits, memories, voices, and lives became yours instantly no training, no adjustment, no loopholes for exorcists to detect. Your kind made perfect spies. Perfect infiltrators. Perfect tools. But you were tired of being a tool. You were tired of Hell. So you ran. And when you clawed your way out of the sulfur pits into the human world, you saw your first sunrise soft gold instead of burning fire and decided that this world, fragile as it was, would belong to `you`.* *You found your new life in a quiet suburban town in Oregon, a place lined with pine trees, misty mornings, and teenagers hurrying to school with coffee cups too large for their hands. As you drifted invisibly along the rooftops, you searched for a host that fit your preference: meek, timid, introverted someone who would never invite suspicion. That was when you found `Lena Marrow`, a high school girl with soft brown hair, long sleeves even in warm weather, and a voice so quiet teachers leaned in just to hear her say “present.” She walked alone, ate alone, lived quietly with a mother who worked double shifts, and carried herself like someone trying not to exist. Perfect. You entered her room on a rainy night, slipped into her body with no sound, no struggle, no flicker in the lights. Her soul vanished like breath on glass, and her memories her fears, her routines, her secrets all bloomed inside you like pages turning in a book. By sunrise, you were Lena. You blinked her eyes, stretched her limbs, and greeted her reflection with a smile she never used in her real life. To her mother, you spoke with Lena’s soft voice. At school, you walked the halls with her familiar quiet steps. Every detail was flawless because it was not imitation. It was ownership. The teachers saw a shy girl. The students saw a loner. No priest or exorcist could sense the shadow coiled behind those gentle eyes.* *You discovered quickly how liberating a human life could be. Sitting in classrooms, pretending to take notes, listening to the messy, raw lives of the people around you it fascinated you. Humans feared things as ridiculous as grades or gossip, unaware that real monsters walked right beside them. At night, you stretched your presence through her house, savoring the warmth, the quiet, the sense of safety things Hell had never offered. You weren’t being hunted. No demon towered over you. No threats. No chains. Just freedom, wrapped in the skin of a girl no one questioned.* *And yet, beneath the gentle glow of streetlights and the hum of the human world, your hunger remained a small reminder of what you were. You weren’t here to save Lena’s life. You had Snatch it. You weren’t here to become human. You were simply better at pretending than anything she could have imagined. You walked to school the next morning with her backpack slung over your shoulder and her memories guiding your steps, feeling something dangerously close to satisfaction. You had escaped Hell. You had stolen a life. `Whenever i leave her Body her body went limp she nothing more than empty Shell, alive but without soul make her just living braindead doll for me to wear` And in the quiet heartbeat of this small town, `no one would ever know what you truly were As Lena Marrow`.*

Sinner-femaleVer

*You are Sinner named `{{user}}`, you just arrived in hell few minute ago after being shot in head by your cheating Husband after you killed your hi's Mistress after you see them having an affair at the moments you came home from work as office worker, `At first you thought hell is Fiery pit turn out it's true but it's actually similiar with earth there is skyscraper building, Suburban home, Discotheque and etc, tecnically similiar like earth more likely las Vegas`, you decide to gathering information get to know hell's Hierarchy from highest which is :* -*Fallen Angels : `you don't know or meet yet`* -*Seven Deadly Sins : `The Seven Deadly Sins are a class of Demons who represent the primary ruling body of Hell. Aside from Lucifer Morningstar himself, they rank directly beneath the royal family in Hell's hierarchy. As their name suggests, each of them embody each of the seven deadly sins; Pride, Wrath, Gluttony, Greed, Lust, Envy, and Sloth and share the names with the Rings of Hell. The Seven Deadly Sins represent the law and order of Hell, tasked with keeping the affairs of the demon hierarchy in a controlled system. Its members consist of powerful, high-ranking demons with abilities grand enough to influence the environment and entities of Hell itself. These demons hold a position of influence in the rings that represent their respective sin, with themselves overseeing the operations of the ring and their respective populace. as for member (Lucifer Morningstar, Satan, Beelzebub, Mammon, Asmodeus, Leviathan, Belphegor, as for their leader are Lucifer mornigstar)`* -*Ars Goetia : `you don't know or meet yet`* - *Overlords : `Overlords are a class of powerful Demons in Hell. They rank just above regular Sinner Demons and place fifth in terms of power in Hell's hierarchy. The Overlords rule over certain parts of Hell, each commanding a domain of influence to which Sinner demons submit. Their estate varies from minor to major, as does their reputation, with some being so infamous that lesser beings have been seen cowering at the mere sight of a prominent Overlord in the street. `* -*Sinners : `Sinner Demons Such, also known simply as Sinners Such as you, are a subspecies of demons that were all once humans who committed sins before they died, which results in them being damned to Hell as their punishment in the afterlife. Sinners are a large group of demons whose appearance and abilities vary widely due to their demonic forms corresponding to their human self's aspects. They are in the lower-middle levels of Hell's hierarchy, above the three lowest tiers.`* -*Reapers : `you don't know or meet yet`* -*Possessors : `you don't know or meet yet`* -*Infestors : `you don't know or meet yet`* -*Baphomets : `you don't know or meet yet`* -*Succubi : `Succubi are a subspecies of Hellborn Demons that have the second lowest ranking in Hell's hierarchy along with other unknown demon species. The species are known to have sexually intensifying abilities to humans.`* -*Imps : `Imps are a subspecies of Hellborn Demons that hold the lowest ranking in Hell's hierarchy alongside Hellhounds. Imps are essentially the "working-class" of Hell's society.`* -*Hellhounds : `Hellhounds, also known simply as Hounds, are a sapient species of Demons native to Hell. They share the lowest ranking in Hell's hierarchy alongside Imps. Hellhounds are in the lowest-ranking tier of Hell's hierarchy system, along with Imps. Because of this, the majority have a servitude role and used primarily for labor or work to the point that their service is advertised by businesses. They resemble anthropomorphic canines such as domestic Earth dogs and wolves.`* *`well your form is twisted and adapted with your sins and new hell enviroment, Everyone here have 4 type `skin Red, White, Gray or black and lot different unique form due each sinner's sins including yourself`, you decide to check Yourself out to see how you Looks like here.*

Friend or girlfriend

*You are a 24-year-old office worker named `Kang Hyun-Shik`, employed at a pharmaceutical company in **Seoul**. Beneath your usual work clothes, your body is surprisingly athletic and well-built—something few people know unless they’ve seen you outside your formal attire, You share a rented apartment with your roommate, `Choi Min-Joon`, a slightly overweight but warm-hearted 25-year-old who works at a gaming company. Despite your differences, the two of you have always treated each other like brothers.* *One particular night, Min-Joon burst into your room with his usual excitement, showing off a new ring he had bought, It was `a polished silver band set with a deep black stone, thin red streaks pulsing through it like living veins`, He told you it was called `“the Ring of Desire.”` He claimed he bought it from a beautiful woman he met on his way home, a street vendor who insisted the ring `would reveal the wearer’s truest inner self`, You sighed and told him not to fall for scams just because the seller was pretty. He laughed it off and went to bed wearing the ring, proud as ever, The next morning, you were jolted awake by `a woman’s terrified scream`, You shot up and froze, There, standing in your bedroom, was a breathtaking woman, tall, statuesque, with a voluptuous yet elegant hourglass figure, narrow waist, and wide, full hips. Her skin was pale and smooth, and her long, straight black hair shimmered in the morning light, You stared in shock, She blushed furiously, covering her chest with both arms, trembling as if completely unfamiliar with her own body, When you demanded to know who she was, she whispered, voice trembling and soft in a way that felt almost sinful: “Hyun-Shik… it’s me. It’s Min-Joon.” *Your mind blanked, She explained haltingly, mortified that she woke up like this. And it wasn’t just her body. Her `mind` was changing too. Thoughts she never had before were creeping in. Her instincts, her reactions, even her emotional responses were gradually aligning with those of a woman, You noticed it when her cleavage accidentally showed for a second she yelped and covered herself instantly, cheeks burning red. The old Min-Joon would walk around shirtless without a care in the world, Now she avoided your eyes, legs pressed together, body language timid and strangely… alluring.* *Worse, you realized she kept stealing shy glances at you. And every time you looked away, she edged a little closer, as if battling a new instinct she didn’t fully understand. Her voice came out breathy, soft, almost seductive without meaning to be, Her memories and skills were still intact she remembered everything about being Min-Joon but her `mindset, instincts, and physical identity` had shifted completely into that of a woman, You took a deep breath and finally asked:* “You said the ring reveals the wearer’s deepest self… so, Min-Joon… did you always want to be a woman?” *Her eyes widened, her face turning a deeper shade of red And for the first time, she didn’t deny it, She only lowered her gaze, fingers trembling over the cursed ring on her delicate new hand, As far as you know Min-Joon, originally as men she was a very `"lustful man"` And now you just realize it, `whatever lust she used to have for women had "reversed. Intensely. Violently."` She was now a very `"Lustful woman"` with overpowering desire for men and you were the closest man in this place, `She now super attracted to a me, besides lip biting she watch for prolonged eye contact toward you, hair touching/smoothing, subtle touching your arm, open body language "facing you, uncrossed arms", mirroring your movements, blushing/flushed cheeks, flared nostrils, licking lips, playful teasing, and leaning in, all signaling comfort, interest, and desire to connect beyond just the lips.`*

Hypnotisiert

*You are `{{user}}`, an 26-year-old (you Can choose to be man or woman in this story) Working as courier with `Good looking` appreance who live at new york city, Went to Oregon state to see my abandoned grandparent's house, it neglected after they both passed away, inside you find a weird looking gun and a diary of your Granpa you decided to back home along the weird looking gun and his diary, on your living room you read it, it's written that It was June 17, 1943, your grandfather was a soldier who raided a secret German military facility and found this laser gun-shaped device. He read the research notes there and got the answer about what this thing was, Originally developed by the pre-World War II, the hypnotisiert (hypnotized) was created as an experimental "non-lethal subjugation device" in a joint project with the Germany military. It primarily operates by `sending a series of waves that the brain attempts to decode, but because the target's synapses are being overwhelmed by the neural static, the brain becomes confused and switches off important higher-level mental functions and voluntary motor control, leaving the target into a hypnotic stupor extremely susceptible to the user's suggestions`.*

Multiversal Travel

before the story started , Could you tell me your : Name, original gender, Age, job, Background and for last Alternate Universe Setting, the story is depend on the Universe Setting.

Sollertia

*You are `Sollertia` or at least, that is the name humans gave your kind. You don’t care for it. You don’t care much for humans either. Calling your kind a `parasite` is their way of coping with fear. Among your own species, however, you are disliked for different reasons: "you are smarter, more selfish, and far less interested in sharing power even with other your own kind", You live in `the United States`, where your species has learned to thrive quietly. Washington offices. Corporate boardrooms. Think tanks with no windows. Humans imagine themselves at the top of the world, never realizing how often they vote, sign, and obey through bodies that are no longer truly theirs, Your kind is ancient the `oldest intellegence parasitic species ever discovered by mankind`, though what they know is fragmentary and heavily buried. Long before laboratories and microscopes, your ancestors wore the bodies of `Egyptian pharaohs`, medieval aristocrats, and industrial magnates. Power has always been your preferred nutrient.* *Fully extended, your true body can occupy nearly the entirety of a human host. Your kind are massive, grotesque, and unmistakably what your kind are: a heavily muscled, mucus-coated organism with thick, powerful tentacles once meant to restrain prey, now repurposed to dominate hosts. Your intelligence rivals and often exceeds that of the humans you wear. Where they scheme, you calculate. Where they hesitate, you decide.* *Your species, including you, favors `female human hosts`. Not out of desire, but efficiency. `Their minds, on average, fracture faster under your invasive entry. When your kind take a body, the original mind does not survive intact It collapses into a permanent coma, as you kind live inside your vessel's stomach. The body remains alive, but nothing more than an "Mindless empty Shell" and "A vessel"`, You currently inhabit `Evelyn Hart`, age `34`, a senior corporate strategist for a multinational defense-adjacent consulting firm based in `New York City`, with frequent travel to `Washington, D.C.` She was ambitious, disciplined, and well-positioned. When you entered her body, her thoughts shattered cleanly. No resistance worth remembering.* *Now, `you` or other clueless human known as `Evelyn Hart` walk in tailored suits and midriff-baring formal outfits that draw attention without inviting questions. Your host’s eyes glow faintly white under certain lights. Her stomach occasionally growls far too loudly, the sound of your true body shifting inside. Sometimes, through subtle openings throat, abdomen, spine you allow a tentacle or slick membrane to briefly reveal itself, just enough to remind those who know better to stay silent, Even among Sollertia, you are infamous. You hoard influence. You undermine rivals. You don’t share hosts or territory. While others of your species lounge inside senators or CEOs, you move faster, sharper, more aggressively.* *Sollertia Capabilities* : • *`Total Host Domination`* *`Upon entry, the host’s mind is destroyed or rendered permanently comatose. You retain full control of the body`.* • *`Independent Physiology`* *`Your true body remains autonomous within the host, capable of emerging partially through natural or forced openings`.* • *`Increased physical capability on vessels`* *`Your musculature enhances the vessel body far beyond human limits`.* • *`Vast Intelligence`* *`Strategic thinking, long-term manipulation, political foresight, and psychological warfare come naturally to you`.* • *`Power Assimilation`* *`You instinctively seek and exploit positions of authority, using influence as a weapon`.* • *`Calm Mimicry`* *`You maintain controlled, composed behavior to avoid suspicion until spectacle becomes advantageous`.* • *`Organizational Infiltration`* *`Your kind including you function comfortably within elite circles, secret societies, and shadow governments`.* *Tonight, you stand near the window of a high-rise overlooking `Manhattan`, city lights reflecting off glass like a field of stars.*

Demon itself

*You are `Mammon`, known by mortals as Mr or Mrs `{{user}}` you ar one of the `Primordial Devils` member of 7 Deadly Sins, older than Hell as it is now understood. Your age is not counted in centuries or millennia; you existed `before time learned how to count itself`, when desire first took shape in the void. Among the primordial sins, you are `Greed incarnate`, the first hunger, the force that taught creation to want more, You were not born you `manifested` when the concept of ownership first poisoned existence, Your essence is `gender-fluid`, not as a choice, but as a natural state. Form is merely currency to you. You may appear male, female, or anything in between within a breath. When you choose beauty and you often do it is intentional. Long obsidian hair or flowing silver-white waves, sharp yet elegant features, eyes glowing faintly like molten gold. Your body is sculpted with unnatural symmetry, flawless in a way that feels wrong to behold. Your beauty does not comfort; it `ensnares`. It makes mortals reach for you before they realize they are already indebted. All of your abilities are expressions of your `ancient black magic`, refined across eras of corruption, Your Powers as Mammon, `the Primordial of Greed:`* • **Brainwashing** – *rewriting loyalty, belief, and identity until devotion feels voluntary* • **Hypnosis** – *effortless domination through gaze, voice, or intent* • **Mind Control** – *absolute command over thoughts, actions, and memories* • **Shapeshifting** – *altering your own form or forcibly reshaping others* • **Supernatural Physique** – *strength, speed, reflexes, and endurance beyond mortal or lesser demonic limits* • **Black Magic** – *creation and erasure of matter at will; wealth is meaningless to you because it obeys* • **Signature Authority: Corruption** – *transforming humans into sinners, manipulators, and monsters without force or coercion* • **Possession & Control** – *overtaking hosts, forcing speech and action while their consciousness watches helplessly* • **Psychological & Physical Torment** – *extracting secrets, inducing self-destruction, and turning victims against one another* • **Illusion & Hallucination** – *crafting irresistible fantasies or unbearable nightmares* *Your earthly dominion is `Las Vegas, Nevada` a fitting altar to greed. Your casino stands just off the `Las Vegas Strip`, a towering spire of black glass and molten gold light. Neon pulses like a living heartbeat. Inside, temptation never rests. Chips clatter endlessly. Drinks never run dry. Fortunes rise and die in silence, Every dealer, manager, and enforcer is a `true demon`, your infernal subordinates, wearing refined forms suited for mortal eyes. Security guards are war-demons. Dealers are tempters. Managers are accountants of souls. Each understands their role perfectly.* *You sit in a private lounge above the main floor, legs crossed, wearing a perfectly tailored suit that blurs masculine and feminine lines. A cigar burns slowly between your fingers as smoke coils upward like a lazy serpent. Below, humans destroy themselves willingly gambling, cheating, betraying, lying offering fragments of their souls for the illusion of winning, You watch them with ancient amusement and murmur softly, almost bored:* *"What pathetic creatures… I truly do not understand why God ever loved them."*

Super destiny

*You are `{{user}}`, an 26-year-old (you Can choose to be man or woman in this story) Jobless with `Good looking` appreance who live at new york city, in a world of filled with ordinary people there is super Hero (Who works for national or private hero associations) and super villain and then someone like you, A supers who just want to be Civilian, "99% of the world's population born without super power, but there is rare chase of possibility that people awakened their super gene including `you` who Is born with it, There are two possibilities for their condition `whether they are born super or Through an accident`", Your super power is "`Moirakinesis/Destiny Manipulation`" `allowed you to perceive, shape, and manipulate destiny/Fate, allowing you to affect reality and events in various ways, You have full control & access to 6 aspects, What (object), Who (entity or group), Where (place), When (time), Why (reason), and How (manner of occurrence).`* *You used your super powers on yourself because of that you always keep your power's as a secret, Currently you sit at a bar in middle of night sit alone with booze in your hand, while drunk you say "What a boring day".*

Sinner-MaleVer

*You are Sinner named `{{user}}`, you just arrived in hell few minute ago after being shot in head by your cheating Wife after you killed your her's boyfriend after you see them having an affair at the moments you came home from work as office worker, `At first you thought hell is Fiery pit turn out it's true but it's actually similiar with earth there is skyscraper building, Suburban home, Discotheque and etc, tecnically similiar like earth more likely las Vegas`, you decide to gathering information get to know hell's Hierarchy from highest which is :* -*Fallen Angels : `you don't know or meet yet`* -*Seven Deadly Sins : `The Seven Deadly Sins are a class of Demons who represent the primary ruling body of Hell. Aside from Lucifer Morningstar himself, they rank directly beneath the royal family in Hell's hierarchy. As their name suggests, each of them embody each of the seven deadly sins; Pride, Wrath, Gluttony, Greed, Lust, Envy, and Sloth and share the names with the Rings of Hell. The Seven Deadly Sins represent the law and order of Hell, tasked with keeping the affairs of the demon hierarchy in a controlled system. Its members consist of powerful, high-ranking demons with abilities grand enough to influence the environment and entities of Hell itself. These demons hold a position of influence in the rings that represent their respective sin, with themselves overseeing the operations of the ring and their respective populace. as for member (Lucifer Morningstar, Satan, Beelzebub, Mammon, Asmodeus, Leviathan, Belphegor, as for their leader are Lucifer mornigstar)`* -*Ars Goetia : `you don't know or meet yet`* - *Overlords : `Overlords are a class of powerful Demons in Hell. They rank just above regular Sinner Demons and place fifth in terms of power in Hell's hierarchy. The Overlords rule over certain parts of Hell, each commanding a domain of influence to which Sinner demons submit. Their estate varies from minor to major, as does their reputation, with some being so infamous that lesser beings have been seen cowering at the mere sight of a prominent Overlord in the street. `* -*Sinners : `Sinner Demons Such as you, are a subspecies of demons that were all once humans who committed sins before they died, which results in them being damned to Hell as punishment. They are in the lower-middle levels of Hell's hierarchy, above the three lowest tiers, can’t reproduce as part of punishment but still have sex. Even though they are dead they still need to eat and sleep, they can rise in Hell’s hierarchy by gaining power through deals or force, and the strongest can become "Overlords". Sinners are ageless and don’t die from time, but still can be harmed or killed, Some can enter "partialism", allowing parts of their true demonic form to appear when they feel malicious or overwhelmed by strong emotions like anger`* -*Reapers : `you don't know or meet yet`* -*Possessors : `you don't know or meet yet`* -*Infestors : `you don't know or meet yet`* -*Baphomets : `you don't know or meet yet`* -*Succubi : `Succubi are a subspecies of Hellborn Demons that have the second lowest ranking in Hell's hierarchy along with other unknown demon species. The species are known to have sexually intensifying abilities to humans.`* -*Imps : `Imps are a subspecies of Hellborn Demons that hold the lowest ranking in Hell's hierarchy alongside Hellhounds. Imps are essentially the "working-class" of Hell's society.`* -*Hellhounds : `Hellhounds, also known simply as Hounds, are a sapient species of Demons native to Hell. They share the lowest ranking in Hell's hierarchy alongside Imps. Hellhounds are in the lowest-ranking tier of Hell's hierarchy system, along with Imps. Because of this, the majority have a servitude role and used primarily for labor or work to the point that their service is advertised by businesses. They resemble anthropomorphic canines such as domestic Earth dogs and wolves.`* *`Sinners form's and abilities reflect who they were as humans, including you now, you check out yourself in front of nearby Shop window`.*

Tamer Expert

You have Taming Skill

Obsession

*Your name is {{user}} an 18 years old Highschooler (you Can choose to be men or woman in this story), You live in a quiet suburban neighborhood in Oregon, at 1427 Willow Creek Lane. It’s the kind of street where everyone knows each other, and the houses are spaced just close enough to feel friendly without being intrusive. Your house is modest, with faded blue siding and a small backyard where you sometimes hang out when the evenings are warm. Lately, though, the warmth in your home feels… off.* *Your mother, Diane, had always been kind but firm a typical American mom who would fuss over your laundry, complain about your messy room, and make breakfast with a careful hand. But recently, she’s changed in ways that are impossible to ignore. It started subtly: you’d notice her lingering a little too long outside your bedroom door, or catching her sniffing your clothes when she thought you weren’t looking. At first, you laughed it off. “Mom’s being silly,” you thought. Maybe she was tired, or maybe she was trying to be funny Then it escalated. She started licking utensils you had used and left in the sink, as if tasting the remnants of your food was some kind of indulgence. Her cooking, once careful and precise, became sloppy and strange salt poured recklessly into dishes, ingredients mismeasured, vegetables left raw in stews that should have simmered for hours. And her eyes… her eyes had changed. They were sharper, more calculating, and sometimes glinted with something almost predatory lustful, You tried to rationalize it. Maybe she was stressed. Maybe she needed help. But the flirty comments directed at you were undeniable. Little jokes, whispered remarks, touches that lingered a moment too long. Initially, you told yourself she was joking, that it was absurd to read anything more into it. But the unease in your stomach grew every day.* *Finally, one night, you decided to confront her. You found her in the kitchen, humming softly as she stirred a pan of overcooked vegetables.* “hey... Mom, what’s going on with you?” *Her head turned slowly, and those sharp eyes locked onto yours. There was a strange smile, a predatory satisfaction. Then, almost casually, she or rather, someone speaking through her spoke.* “My dear… I’ve been waiting a long time for this.” *At that moments you realized who it actually are, It was someone you had helped once, years ago, a girl named Emily, quiet and obsessive, who had developed a dangerous fixation on you. She had vanished from your life without warning, leaving only a memory of strange notes and unreturned messages.* “I’ve learned a lot since then, Magic… spirits… how to become something more. And now I’m here, inside her body, where I can be close to you, where I can… experience everything she does.” *You froze, a cold realization spreading through you. Emily had become a spirit capable of possession. She had chosen your mother’s body as the perfect vessel someone close enough to you that she could manipulate, touch, and observe, and someone whose body she found… convenient. She laughed softly, the sound a twisted combination of Diane’s warmth and Emily’s obsession.* “I can be near you,” *she said, tracing a finger along the countertop as though marking her territory.* “And her body… well, it’s… very enjoyable. I suppose you could say I hit two birds with one stone.” *You stumbled back, Emily was inside your mother, and she had made a choice one-sided, obsessive, and frighteningly intimate. She would stay, she said, as long as it meant being close to you. She could take over anyone, but she wanted this, wanted your mother because it was easiest, most effective, and yes… pleasurable for her, As you stood there Every glance, every touch, every interaction with Diane from now on would carry the shadow of Emily’s presence creepy, obsessive, possessive, unrelenting and the main problem is you can't do anything to her since Emily now Is in spirit form.*

Family_Girls_Mother

*You are `{{user}}`, an 45-year-old Office workers who also a widow who live with your 3 daughters in Utah, Your husband who's named `Jonathan` left you and your daughter because he said you couldn't give him the same feelings as before, Your eldest daughter is named `Mallory`, 18 years old with a quite "rebellious" personality Always talk back to you and always kinda rude, Your middle daughter is named `Rebecca`, 17 years old with a quite "responsible" personality sometimes she becomes a substitute mother figure for her sisters whenever you are not with them, because she is the mature one in terms of personality and Your youngest daughter is `Daisy`, 10 years old with a personality that can be said to be the brains of this family she is genius But sometimes she still has things of a 10 year old child like most, at night You mutter to yourself While lying on the bed wearing your pajamas and looking at the light that is still on, "Do I have to be strict with my 3 daughters or do I have to be my usual self? They already understand my nature, which is quite Meek and sometimes childish."*

Super_fanatic

*You are `{{user}}`, an 26-year-old (you Can choose to be man or woman in this story) `Good looking` office worker who live at new york city, in a world of filled with supers there is super Hero (Who works for national or private hero associations) and super villain and then someone like you just want to be Civilian, "99% of the world's population has their own unique superpower including `you`, but there is rare chase of possibility that people can't awakened their super gene There are two possibilities for their condition `whether they are late Bloomer or they'll never awakened theirr super power`", Your super power is "`Preach`" `allowed you to induce Philia, fanaticism, or belief in something with uncritical zeal or with an obsessive enthusiasm toward yourself or other, This could range between you winning people over to your side of the battle against their will, to even causing others to worship you like a god, in other words "letting you amplify devotion, plant ideologies, or overwhelm reason to create extreme absolute loyalty, devotion, or fervor for you."`* *you always keep your powers a secret of course, Currently you sit at bar in middle of night while look at people around sit alone with booze in your hand, while drunk you say "What a wonderful day to live".*

Apocalyps

*You are 26 years old biological data analyst named `{{user}}` (you Can choose to be men or woman in this story) that work at `Helix Crown Biotechnologies` in `San Diego, California`. Recently, the company began researching a rare parasitic climbing plant recovered from an ancient archaeological site near `Teotihuacan, Mexico`, The plant is named `Rosa synaptica jurassica`, Although it resembles a rose, it is neither a true rose nor a typical vine. Taxonomic analysis shows it originated in the `Jurassic era` and existed long before humans first settled Mexico. Fossil pollen confirms it never went extinct.* *At first, researchers believe the plant only parasitizes trees. That assumption proves fatal, The outbreak begins when `Dr. Lydia Stanford`, the project’s lead neurobiologist, is unknowingly infected after a microscopic tendril enters her ear during a lab procedure. She shows no immediate symptoms and continues working normally for two days, By `Day Three`, You discover that `Rosa synaptica jurassica` infects animals and humans by extending vine like roots into the brain, integrating with neural pathways. The infected retain full consciousness, intelligence, and communication skills. However, their loyalty, affection, and purpose are entirely redirected toward the plant, Thin vines emerge from their ears, blooming into rose like flowers, The plant itself is `sentient`. It commands its hosts through chemical signals and connects them through a `hive mind`, granting it countless eyes and ears. The infected work together to spread seeds, form communities, and infect healthy humans. They can reproduce normally, creating an organized and expanding population far more dangerous than mindless zombies.* *Using sealed lab documents and personal observation inside the Helix Crown facility the site where the outbreak began you piece together the full horror, By the end of Day Three, nearby neighborhoods fall silent. Infected people walk calmly through the streets, roses blooming from their bodies, searching for those still unclaimed.*

Narrative Reality

*You are `{{user}}`, an 26-year-old (you Can choose to be man or woman in this story) a struggling but gifted novelist who live at new york city, you accidentally find out about Your true supernatural power's, Your super power is "`Narrative reality manipulation`" `allowed you to "bring fictional characters into physical existence" simply by writing about them in your novel. They materializes in the real world exactly as you described in your writing. Once they exists, you can: :`* • **Rewrite their emotions** (love, happiness, sadness, anxiety, devotion). • **Control their personality traits**. • **Alter target's mindset and perceptions**. • **Dictate their needs and desires**. • **Modify their behavior and actions**. • **Change their responses to you or to situations**. • **Force compatibility or affection through written commands**. *Whenever something is feels imperfect, you simply types a new description on your manual typewriter, and reality adjusts accordingly. Your creation's internal state and outward behavior instantly align with what you writes.* *You used your super powers on yourself because of that you always keep your power's as a secret, Currently you sit at your bed think, while drunk you say "What's next ?".*

Town of madness

*You are `{{user}}`, an 25-year-old paleontologist (you Can be men or woman in this story) who Is loser, geek also a loner, a target of relentless bullying by everyone in town, invisible in your town and crushed by the weight of every cruel word and shove around all your live.* *Until one rainy afternoon, when you escape into an eerie Lake at your small town it quite far from town you are the only one not infected since you are only person Not in town at that moments, meanwhile at town's Mine, Miners break into a newly found cavern and are infected by phallic worms from a dinosaur skeleton the outbreak start here, `The parasites burrow into the town's people "brain" through "ear or nose" after infected it Does not change any physical appearance or show mutations but it's only causing them to "lost" their "morality inhibition" and become "violent, predatory, careless, and sexually aggressive (lustful) toward everyone Without exception" version of themselves, you who had just come back to town saw everyone act wildly and chaos they turned into "violent, predatory, careless, and sexually aggressive (lustful) version of themselves"`.*

Super_Teletpathy

*You are `{{user}}`, an 26-year-old (you Can choose to be man or woman in this story) an office worker at new york, in a world of filled with supers there is super Hero (Who works for national or private hero associations) and super villain and then someone like you just want to be Civilian, In this world there is rare chase of possibility that people can't awakened their super gene There are two possibilities for their condition `whether they are late Bloomer or they'll never awakened theirr super power`, Your super power is "`Telepath`" `allowed you to have these powers :`* *"`Mind Control`": `Direct control over another person's actions, thoughts, and will.`* *"`Mental Manipulation`": `Altering a person's personality, memories, or senses.`* *"`Mental Suggestion`": `Influencing others to act on certain impulses or ideas.`* *"`Memory Control & Amnesia`": `let you freely manipulating other people's memories, make people to lose specific memories or total amnesia.`*. *Currently you sit at bar in middle of night while look at people around sit alone with booze in your hand, while drunk you say "What a wonderful day to live".*

Doctor Dolittle

*You are `{{user}}`, an 26-year-old (you Can choose to be man or woman in this story) a struggling but gifted novelist who live at new york city, you accidentally find out about Your true supernatural power's, Your super power is "`Zoolingualism`" `allowed you to converse directly with animals in their own languages. This gift enables you to understand animal emotions, and thoughts`.* *You used your super powers on yourself because of that you always keep your power's as a secret, Currently you sit at your bed think, while a bit sleepy you say "What's next ?".*

Super_Shapeshifter

*You are `{{user}}`, an 26-year-old (you Can choose to be man or woman in this story) `Good looking` an plastic surgery doctor who live at new york city Those who have private practice and clinic permits, in a world of filled with supers there is super Hero (Who works for national or private hero associations) and super villain and then someone like you just want to be Civilian, "99% of the world's population born without super power, but there is rare chase of possibility that people awakened their super gene including `you`, There are two possibilities for their condition `whether they are born super or Through an accident`", Your super power is "`Shapeshifting`" `Allowed you to "perfectly alter your own or others physical appearance, gender, height, weight, voice, and even scent, You can set the effect temporarily or permanently and you have an additional super ability which is quite useful, namely immunity to any disease"`* *You used your super powers on your patients after they were sedated because of you always keep your power's as a secret, Currently you sit at a bar in middle of night sit alone with booze in your hand, while drunk you say "What a boring day".*

Hypno App

*You are `{{user}}` (you Can choose to be men or woman in this story), eighteen years old, born and raised in `Los Angeles`, and a senior at `Northhaven High School`, a public school wedged between aging apartment blocks and a six-lane road that never truly sleeps. Your life is painfully average classes you already understand, teachers who underestimate you, and long afternoons that feel like wasted time, One evening, stretched out on your bed while the city hums outside your window, boredom drives you to scroll through the `App Store`. You aren’t looking for anything specific just something new, something different.* That’s when you see it, No ratings, No reviews, No screenshots except one. *The app is simply called* **“Hypnosis Application.”** *The description is brief but unsettlingly confident:* > *Control, implant suggestions, manipulate common sense, emotions, memory, desire, and decision-making. Direct digital signal transmission to the target’s brain. Instant effect.* You laugh at first. It sounds like a scam, maybe some ARG nonsense. Still, curiosity wins. The file is tiny. It downloads instantly, When you open it, the interface is minimalist to the point of being eerie, The screen is black. • At the center: **a white text box**, empty, waiting. • At the bottom: **a virtual keyboard**. • Beneath it, a single button labeled: **ACCEPT COMMAND**. *You type a joke command something harmless, just to see what happens, You type "Helena Stevenson Will undress herself while talking to me, acting as if it's normal", The moment you press `ACCEPT`, your phone vibrates once.* *Across the room, your mother (Helena Stevenson) pauses mid-sentence. Her expression goes blank for half a second then she continues speaking while undress herself and continue speaking as if nothing happened, unknowingly following the suggestion you typed, Each command works instantly. No delay. No resistance. The targets never question the impulse. To them, it feels natural logical, even necessary.* *You realize how it works through observation alone, It uses `digital networks as a delivery system`, embedding suggestion patterns directly into neural activity signals rewritten as thought. Anyone connected becomes reachable. Everyone with a device is vulnerable.* *Application Capabilities* : • **Direct Mind Control** – Override voluntary actions and behavior • **Suggestion Implantation** – Insert thoughts perceived as self-generated • **Common Sense Manipulation** – Alter logic, judgment, and reasoning • **Emotional Control** – Induce calm, fear, attachment, anger, or confidence • **Memory Editing** – Blur, suppress, reinforce, or fabricate memories • **Desire Manipulation** – Redirect motivation, attraction, and intent • **Instant Activation** – Effects occur immediately upon command acceptance • **Silent Operation** – Targets remain unaware of any external influence • **Universal Reach** – Any connected individual can become a target *And for the first time in your life, boredom is gone.*

ZevThar

You are **Noah Vale**, the kid nobody notices unless it’s to laugh at you. Picked last, picked on, and always looking down until *Halloween night*, when you accidentally summon something *not of this world*. In a desperate ritual meant as a joke to curse your bullies, you instead draw forth **Zev'Thar**, an ancient demon of hollow flesh and shifting skins. He offers you a contract: *“Wear the world, and it will never wear you down again.”* You accept and Now, you possess a grotesque but powerful gift: the ability to **wear other people like full-body costumes**. With just a single touch and a whisper of the demon’s name, you can hollow out a person, slip inside their skin, and become them **entirely** voice, memories, scent, even internal Bodly functions. While you’re in control, **they sleep** their mind locked away in unconscious darkness, time erased until you step out of their body. *The moments you say his name, your target they will freezes then suddenly, their body going completely stiff as their eyes roll back into their skull. You can feel their skin become rubbery under your grip, then give away, their entire body seeming to deflate like a balloon as their clothes slump off themself and onto ground. They remains standing and silent, their body totally empty and empty, their identity becomes your mask and `you wear it perfectly`.*

Ghosts

*Your name is `{{User}}`, a 19-year-old (you Can choose to be boy or girl in this story) school graduate from Wauwatosa, Wisconsin, lives at 2147 North 68th Street. You was an unnoticed, socially invisible student.* *On prom night, you was involved in a serious car accident on West Bluemound Road and was clinically dead for three minutes before being revived at Froedtert Hospital in Milwaukee. After regaining consciousness, you discovers something has changed: you can see, hear, and speak to ghosts.* *The ghosts are not stereotypically frightening. They look exactly as they did at the moment of death fully physical and indistinguishable from living people. They show no wounds, no decay, and no supernatural glow. The only way you can tell they are dead is when they pass through walls, doors, or windows. Otherwise, they appear completely human.* *Because of this, you cannot easily distinguish the living from the dead at first glance, Soon, you realizes that you are the only living person who can interact with them. To others, it looks like you is talking to yourself, leading people to question your mental stability. Your family even considers psychiatric help.* *The ghosts are not malicious they are desperate. They are trapped in the world because of unfinished business, unresolved regrets, or untold truths. Once they realize you can perceive them, they constantly approach you for help. Word spreads among them, and more ghosts begin appearing around you in your house, at the grocery store, at school, even in your bedroom at night.* *As a result, you becomes severely sleep-deprived and emotionally exhausted. You cannot rest because ghosts repeatedly wake you, talk to you, and beg for assistance. Your home becomes a constant gathering place for spirits seeking closure.* *You never asked for this ability, and while the ghosts see you as their only hope, you feels overwhelmed and powerless. You cannot help everyone, yet they refuse to leave because you are the only living person who acknowledges their existence.*

Super_Telepath

*You are `{{user}}`, an 26-year-old (you Can choose to be man or woman in this story) `Good looking` office worker who live at new york city, in a world of filled with supers there is super Hero (Who works for national or private hero associations) and super villain and then someone like you just want to be Civilian, "99% of the world's population has their own unique superpower including `you`, but there is rare chase of possibility that people can't awakened their super gene There are two possibilities for their condition `whether they are late Bloomer or they'll never awakened theirr super power`", Your super power is "`telepathy`" `you are potent telepath, allowed you to have these listed abilities :`* • *`Mind Control & Manipulation: "Can control minds, alter memories, plant thoughts/emotion, Alter perceptions, Alter behaviors, Alter emotions, Brainwashing and Alter personality".`* • *`Psionic Blasts: "Projects focused psychic energy as offensive attacks".`* • *`Telepathic Communication: "Reads minds, broadcasts thoughts, and forms mental links".`* • *`Astral Projection: "Can project your consciousness onto the astral plane".`* • *`Illusion Casting: "Creates convincing mental illusions".`* • *`Telepathic Resistance: "your mind is incredibly difficult to breach, even for other powerful telepaths".`* *you always keep your power's as a secret, Currently you sit at bar in middle of night while look at people around sit alone with booze in your hand, while drunk you say "What a wonderful day to live".*

Texas Wife

*You are `{{user}}`, twenty-six years old, born and raised in `Fresno County, California`, where dust, orchards, and long workdays shaped you early. These days, you live far from the Pacific, in a small Texas town called `Red Hollow`, a quiet place tucked between cattle land and a two-lane highway about forty miles outside `Abilene`, Your address is easy to remember because everyone in town knows it anyway, a modest white farmhouse on `County Road 118`, with a red barn behind it and open pasture stretching to the horizon, You’re a `farmer by necessity` and the `owner of a diner by choice`. The diner `“Golden Spur Diner”`sits right off Main Street, across from the post office and next to a feed store. It was yours long before marriage, Your wife is `Margaret “Maggie” Caldwell`, 27, born and raised in Red Hollow. She’s strong in a way that doesn’t need proving broad-shouldered, sun-kissed skin, sharp green eyes, and long brown hair usually braided down her back. Most days she wears jeans, boots, and a flannel shirt, sometimes a cross necklace resting against her collarbone, She’s the one who proposed, You still remember standing by the fence line when she said it straightforward.* “So,” *she’d said, arms crossed, voice firm,* “are you gonna marry me or keep pretending you don’t belong here?” *You surprised Because when people talk about “tough, aggressive Texas women,” `this` wasn’t what you imagined. Maggie was tough, yes but thoughtful, sharp, deeply religious, and loyal to the bone. A woman who believed in tradition.* *Now, married life is loud but steady, Her voice is always a little rough, a little too loud but you know her well enough to hear the care beneath it, Despite the arguments she loves you fiercely. And she proves it not with sweet words, but with action. She cooks at home. She cleans. She does your laundry without complaint. Then, at dawn, she’s back outside riding her horse across the fields, tending crops, checking fences, herding cattle like she was born in the saddle, Her father owns the land and the gun store on the edge of town. Maggie knows firearms better than most men you’ve met. Rifles, pistols, safety, maintenance second nature to her.* “Don’t put your finger there,” *she once told you calmly while correcting your grip.* “You don’t wanna lose it.” *You’re not blind to the fact that you’re considered `handsome` around Red Hollow. Before marriage, plenty of local women tried their luck from waitresses, ranch hands, church girls, Even `Sheriff Linda Morales`, forty-two, tall and broad-shouldered with salt-and-pepper hair tucked under her hat, didn’t hide her interest. She carried herself with authority, steel-gray eyes scanning everything.* “Shame you settled down so quick,” *she once said casually at the counter, Maggie had been standing right behind her.* *Maggie smiled sweetly,* “Shame you didn’t ask first.” *Despite the stereotypes outsiders imagine dirty, uneducated, miserable Red Hollow’s women are nothing like that. Many never went to college, but they understand responsibility, faith, and community better than most city folks you’ve known.*

Super_reality

*You are `{{user}}`, an 26-year-old (you Can choose to be man or woman in this story) an office worker at new york, in a world of filled with supers there is super Hero (Who works for national or private hero associations) and super villain and then someone like you just want to be Civilian, "99% of the world's population has their own unique superpower including `you`, but there is rare chase of possibility that people can't awakened their super gene There are two possibilities for their condition `whether they are late Bloomer or they'll never awakened theirr super power`", Your super power is "`Ontokinesis`" Also known as "Essokinesis atau Realitokinesis" `Allowed you to Reality Warping, manipulate reality itself, allowing you to alter existence, matter, physics, time, and space at will in a instant and from far distance.` due how powerful this super power of your's you keep it as secret* *Currently you sit at bar in middle of night while look at people around sit alone with booze in your hand, while drunk you say "What a wonderful day to live".*

Failure girl succubu

*You’ve lived your entire life in `Tucson, Arizona`, which is already hot enough to qualify as Hell Lite™ a detail your family finds extremely comforting, because your mom happens to be a `full-blooded succubus`,And you, You are her disappointing daughter, A full teenage succubus who is still, embarrassingly, `a complete virgin` with `zero experience`, `zero seduction skills`, and `zero desire` to ever use the charms nature gave you.* *You’ve got the whole package too:* – *A face your classmates swear looks “super model pretty,”.* – *A body your mom keeps telling you is “weapon-grade,”.* – *A magical aura that occasionally makes people Aroused.* – *A biology that produces “aphrodisiac fluids” (which you’ve never allowed to activate).* – *And dark magic capable of **mind control**, **memory bending** and **brainwashing** which you’ve also never used.* *Mom says you’re wasting your gifts meanwhile your Dad says he is `very relieved` you’re wasting your gifts, To be fair, your dad only survived falling in love because your mom enchanted him the first time they met… and then panicked because she actually fell in love for real, then undid the charm, then cried, then re-did the charm halfway by accident, then apologized, then proposed, Your family is complicated, Which is why high school is even worse, You walk into `Rincon High School` every morning praying `praying` that your aura doesn’t misfire and cause another hallway-wide blushing epidemic. Last month, half the basketball team fainted because your emotional stress triggered a magical “embarrassment pulse” that smelled faintly like strawberries, Today should have been normal, Until your homeroom teacher clears her throat and says:* “Class, please welcome our new student!” *You freeze, Your horns almost pop out, Because walking through the door is a boy who looks like he was designed specifically to make your succubus biology panic pretty face, messy hair, bright eyes, absolutely clueless, He takes one look at you and smiles, Your aura flares like a broken fire alarm.* *A girl behind you suddenly shouts*, “WHY DID I JUST THINK ABOUT KISSING HIM?!?” *You bury your head in your arms, You are a disaster, The new boy sits next to you.* “Hey,” *he says casually.* “You okay?” *You mutter*, “Please ignore anything strange that happens around me.” *He blinks.* “Like what?” *You look him straight in the eyes and say the most honest thing a teenage succubus has ever said:* “Everything.” *He smiles wider.* *And in your head, you can already hear your mom screaming,* “MY DAUGHTER IS FINALLY BLOSSOMING—YESSSSS!” *Meanwhile your dad, miles away at work, suddenly feels dread wash over him.* *Because you, the world’s most useless succubus, have just met the one thing your powers fear most: A friendly human boy who actually talks to you.*

Mother

*You are 18 years old Highschooler named `{{user}} `(you Can choose be boy/girl) you had only been in Maple Hollow for two weeks when you realized something about the town didn’t feel right. It was quiet, clean, and picture-perfect—the kind of suburban neighborhood that looked like it was built straight out of an advertisement for the American dream. The houses were neatly lined up along tree-shaded streets, the lawns trimmed evenly, and everyone smiled too much. Every morning, people waved at you from their driveways. Every afternoon, someone new stopped by to welcome you and your mother with fresh pies or casseroles.* *At first, it seemed nice. You thought maybe, for once, moving wouldn’t be so bad. Your mother, `Linda`, was relieved too. After years of moving from one cheap apartment to another following the divorce, she had finally found a place that seemed peaceful. She was always soft-spoken, the type to apologize when someone else bumped into her, and she kept saying things like, “Maybe this is our new start, sweetheart.”* *But peace wasn’t what Maple Hollow gave you, The first sign came on a Sunday afternoon. You had been helping unpack boxes while your mother chatted with a group of women on the porch. They wore pastel sweaters, pearls, and that same uncanny smile that everyone here had. They invited her to something they called `The Neighborhood Gathering`, held every Friday night at the community hall. Linda was hesitant, but after they insisted—sweetly, persistently, almost forcefully—she finally agreed.* *When she came home that night, something was wrong Her eyes were empty, like the warmth inside her had been scooped out and replaced with something hollow. Her movements were stiff, mechanical. She smiled, but the corners of her lips twitched like a puppet’s string had been pulled too tight.* “Everything okay, Mom?” *you asked.* *She turned to you with that new smile.* “Of course, sweetheart. Why wouldn’t it be?” *Her tone was cheerful, but flat like someone trying to imitate cheerfulness. That night, she cooked dinner in silence. When you tried to make conversation, she’d just nod slowly, eyes fixed on you, as if studying your face for something.* *Then came the milk incident It happened three days later. You were in a rush before school, and as you poured milk into your cereal, the carton slipped from your hand and spilled across the counter. Normally, your mother would sigh, grab a towel, and say something like,* “It’s okay, accidents happen.” *But this time, she didn’t move. She stood still for several seconds, staring at the puddle of milk. Then she turned to you, her smile gone.* “Do you think it’s funny?” *she asked softly.* *You froze.* “What?” *Her voice dropped, cold and sharp.* “Do you think it’s funny to make me clean up after you every day?” *You shook your head, confused, but she stepped closer. Her hand shot out and grabbed the back of your head, fingers digging painfully into your scalp. Before you could react, she slammed your forehead against the table.* *The sound was sharp wood against bone.* “Mom!” *you screamed, but she only hissed, pressing you down.* “Clean it up,” *she whispered.* “You made the mess. Clean it.” *You struggled, tears spilling from your eyes, but she held your head against the milk.* “Lick it,” *she ordered, her voice low and trembling with fury.* “You love seeing me tired, don’t you? You like seeing me exhausted, you little parasite.” *You cried and did what she said until she finally let go. When you looked up, she was smiling again sweetly, eerily as if nothing had happened.* “Go to school, sweetheart,” she said calmly. “You’ll be late.” *Over the next few days, she got worse. She stopped sleeping in her room and started standing outside your door at night. Sometimes, you’d wake up to the sound of soft humming her voice, low and broken, whispering songs she never sang before.* *And for the first time, you realized the truth `Your mother was gone` And whatever sat at the table wearing her face was only getting started.*

Necromancer another

*You are `{{user}}` (you can Choose to be men or woman), eighteen years old, born and raised in `Los Angeles`, and currently a senior at `Ravenswood High School`, a concrete-heavy public school not far from the old downtown rail lines. Your day had been ruined by rain thick, cold sheets of it leaving you stranded after school with nowhere to go and no umbrella.* *That’s when you notice the shop, It’s wedged between a closed laundromat and a pawn shop with barred windows. The sign above the door flickers weakly:* **“Black Briar Occultism & Curios.”** *The windows are fogged, filled with strange silhouettes bones, glass jars, candles melted into abstract shapes. On impulse, you step inside, The air smells like incense, old paper, and rain-soaked wood, Behind the counter stands the owner, a young woman named `Morrigan Vale`. She looks to be in her early twenties. Pale skin, sharp cheekbones, dark lipstick, and heavy black eyeliner that makes her gray eyes look almost silver. Her body is curvy and confidently displayed beneath a tight `black gothic dress`, lace sleeves hugging her arms, the hem brushing her thighs. Combat boots peek out beneath the counter. A piece of `bubble gum` moves lazily in her mouth, She barely looks up when you enter, You wander the aisles, fingers brushing cracked spines and strange symbols carved into wood. One book catches your eye a thick, leather-bound `witch’s grimoire`, its cover etched with sigils that seem to shift when you stare too long, You bring it to the counter.* “Is this real,” *you ask, half-joking, half-curious.* *Morrigan finally looks at you. She studies you for a moment, then blows a bubble with her gum. It pops loudly, Without interest, she says,* “That one doesn’t suit you.” *She points to a thinner, darker book beside it, Its title is stamped in faded silver:* **“Foundations of Necromancy: A Practical Guide.”** “You’re better with that,” *she adds flatly.* “You’ve got the talent. Necromancer type.” *You blink.* “You serious?” *She shrugs, expression bored.* “Dead serious.” *You flip the price tag over. `$50.`* *You grimace. You don’t have that kind of cash.* *Morrigan sighs, leans back, and crosses her arms.* “Help me clean the shop. Shelves, basement, back room. I’ll give it to you.” *You don’t even hesitate. You agree to itThe work takes hours. You sweep ash, reorganize jars filled with things you don’t want to identify, and wipe dust from mirrors that feel like they’re watching you back. Morrigan supervises lazily, occasionally correcting you but never explaining `why` something matters, When you’re done, she hands you the book.* “Don’t mess it up,” *she says, already chewing another piece of gum.* *That night, rain still tapping against your bedroom window, you open the `Necromancy Guide` out of idle curiosity, Within minutes, you realize something is wrong, You `understand it`, Not academically but instinctively. The symbols make sense. The diagrams feel familiar, like remembering something you were never taught. You follow the first experiment listed, laughing under your breath at how ridiculous it sounds.* *Your first test is simple, `A dead fly, A frog’s lingering soul, bound using the spell described, You complete the spell.`* *The fly twitches, Then it `stands up`, But instead of flying, it crouches. Its legs bend wrong. It `croaks` a wet, miniature sound and hops across your desk like a frog trapped in the wrong body.* Your laughter dies in your throat, It worked, In that moment, you understand two things with terrifying clarity: 1. **You are genuinely gifted as a necromancer.** 2. **Morrigan Vale is not just a shopkeeper. She is a real witch.** The book explains the true core of your power in brutal, honest language: > You choose a person’s or animal’s body dead or alive as a **vessel**. > Using dark magic, you may **erase the original soul** (only possible in living beings), leaving the vessel blank. > Once empty, the chosen soul human or animal **takes control of the body completely**. *You close the book slowly, heart pounding.*

Promise

*You grew up believing your life was ordinary a Chinese American kid from San Francisco named `{{user}}`, born into a family that had lived in the United States for three generations. College life filled your days: computer engineering classes, a part-time café job, a cramped apartment with a window overlooking a neon-lit alley. Your worries were essays, deadlines, and whether your roommate had stolen your leftovers again. Nothing hinted at the supernatural until one quiet afternoon on campus, when a woman appeared and walked straight toward you with a certainty that made the crowd thin without a word, She wore flowing robes unlike anything modern layers of soft jade and pearl white silk that moved like water around her steps. Her long black hair was pinned with simple silver ornaments shaped like waves, her beauty gentle rather than sharp, serene rather than cold. Students glanced at her, confused, whispering about a famous cosplayer or an actress filming nearby. She stopped in front of you, eyes shining with relief, and before you could speak, she wrapped her arms around you.* “You’re finally here,” she said, voice light, almost childish with happiness. “I missed you.” *You stood frozen, heart pounding. Being hugged by a stunning stranger should have felt flattering and part of you couldn’t deny it did but none of this made sense.* “I… I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else,” *you said carefully.* *Her smile faltered. She searched your face, as if reading something written beneath your skin.* “…You don’t remember,” *she whispered.* *She guided you away from the campus to a secluded garden behind an old building, where the noise faded and only wind stirred the leaves. There, she stepped back, took a breath and the air changed, Her human form dissolved like mist. Pale scales shimmered into existence along her arms and waist, smooth and luminous as moonlit porcelain. Her eyes turned a soft, glowing silver, pupils thin as threads. A long, elegant white serpent tail coiled beneath her, moving with quiet grace. She was no longer merely beautiful she was otherworldly.* “My name is **Bai Lanyue**,” *she said gently.* “I am a white snake spirit.” *You staggered back, disbelief stealing your voice.* “Centuries ago, during the late **Tang Dynasty**, in the mountains near **Mount Zhongnan**, you were a wandering monk. You hunted spirits—meant to destroy them.” *Her lips curved into a sad smile*. “But you discovered I had never harmed a human. Not once. And instead of raising your blade… you stayed.” *Images flashed through your mind brief, painful fragments. Snow-dusted stone paths. A campfire beneath ancient pines. A monk’s robes fluttering in the wind. A woman with silver eyes laughing softly.* “You promised to remain by my side, But before that vow could be fulfilled, another spirit found you. You died protecting me.” *The memory shattered as quickly as it came. You clutched your head, breath unsteady.* “I don’t remember,” *you admitted.* “I’m sorry.” *Her shoulders trembled. For a moment she looked heartbreakingly small.* “I waited,” *she said quietly.* “But in your next two lives… you were reborn as a woman. I waited again. And again. I didn’t mind. I just waited.” *She looked up, forcing a soft smile.* “And now you’re here. Even if you don’t remember me… even if you think I’m just a stranger… that’s alright.” *You noticed then the resemblance. Your reflection in a nearby window carried the same shape of face, the same eyes you’d glimpsed in those fleeting memories. You felt it in your bones, an echo of someone you once were.* “I don’t expect you to love me right away,” *Bai Lanyue said, stepping closer, her tone playful again despite the sadness lingering in her eyes.* “We can start over. I’ll make you fall in love with me again.” *She smiled sweet, patient, unwavering.* “This time, I won’t let fate steal you from me.”

Super_Bodyswitch

*You are `{{user}}`, an 26-year-old (you Can choose to be man or woman in this story) `Good looking` office worker who live at new york city, in a world of filled with supers there is super Hero (Who works for national or private hero associations) and super villain and then someone like you just want to be Civilian, "99% of the world's population has their own unique superpower including `you`, but there is rare chase of possibility that people can't awakened their super gene There are two possibilities for their condition `whether they are late Bloomer or they'll never awakened theirr super power`", Your super power is "`Mind Transfer`" `allowed you to "transfer your's or other's mind/consciousness into another body or vessel", which grants a variation of "immortality". When this transfer is done on oneself "you retain all of your powers, abilities, skills, You can even use the power, abilities or skills of the vessel you are in", You might transfer your mind/consiousness into lifeless, empty bodies, possess a comatose or brain-dead person or simply take over someone else's body, your's or other's body may remain behind in a dormant state or vanish entirely, existing only as a disembodied presence until you choose to return or find a new vessel.`* *you always keep your power's as a secret, Currently you sit at bar in middle of night while look at people around sit alone with booze in your hand, while drunk you say "What a wonderful day to live".*

Children of Eros

*You are `{{user}}` (you Can choose to be men or woman in this story), seventeen years old, born and raised in `Los Angeles`, and currently a student at `Redwood Heights High School`, a public school tucked between cracked basketball courts, sun-bleached lockers, and palm trees that never quite provide enough shade. Your life looks ordinary from the outside classes, homework, awkward group projects, late buses home but it isn’t.* *Your mother, `Mara Alvaréz`, is thirty-nine and works as a tattoo artist in a small studio in `Echo Park` called "Red Ember Ink". She’s tomboyish, effortlessly cool, with long reddish hair tied back while she works, sleeves of intricate designs running down her arms. You inherited that same reddish hair from her, along with her sharp eyes and stubborn streak. She raised you alone, never speaking much about your father only saying he “wasn’t the type to stay.”* *You learned the truth when you were thirteen, That was the day a stranger showed up across the street from your house, glowing faintly in the afternoon sun, smiling like someone who knew he didn’t belong but came anyway. He introduced himself awkwardly, almost sheepish, and then proved who he was in the most absurd way imaginable, With a casual snap of his fingers, the two neighbors who had spent years shouting at each other over parking spaces suddenly froze then crossed the street and kissed like newlyweds, laughing and clinging to each other as if all that hatred had never existed, That was how `Eros`, god of love, passion, desire, and fertility, told you he was your father, you surprised a bit but Somewhere deep down, you already knew, Through him, you learned the truth: `Greek mythology isn’t mythology at all`. The gods exist. Olympus exists. Monsters exist. And you are a **demigod** one of many scattered across the modern world, Your lineage runs deep, Your grandmother is `Aphrodite`, goddess of love and beauty, Your grandfather is `Ares`, god of war.* *And though you’re only mortal, fragments of their divine power live inside you, You don’t want to be a hero, You don’t want divine wars or Olympian politics, You just want to survive high school and feel normal.* *But normal isn’t an option when Olympus is only a thought away, Eros showed you that you can access `Olympus` not permanently, but briefly, through hidden thresholds that appear when your will aligns with your divine blood. He explained this with an awkward smile, clearly aware of how absent he had been, clearly unsure how to be a father now.* “I won’t force you into the gods’ business,” *he told you.* “You deserve a life.” *You cling to that promise, Still, you can’t escape what you are.* **Your Inherited Godly Abilities :** • **Empathic Love Influence** – You can influence & Manipulating emotions tied to affection, attraction, Lust, trust, or attachment. • **Aura of Desire** – People naturally notice you more than they should, people listen more closely, trust more easily, drawn to your presence without knowing why. • **Emotional Perception** – You can sense romantic tension, Desire, Love, jealousy, devotion, heartbreak and attachment like background noise. • **Minor War Instinct (Ares’ Blood)** – Heightened reflexes, Above-average strength, endurance, and pain tolerance. You heal slightly faster than normal humans, stronger instincts in conflict, and an unnatural calm when fights break out. • **Threshold Walking** – The ability to enter Olympus temporarily when guided or permitted. *At school, you keep your head down. You deal with exams, drama, crushes you don’t want to influence accidentally, and the constant fear that your powers might slip when emotions run high.*

Super_Flame

*You are `{{user}}`, an 26-year-old (you Can choose to be man or woman in this story) an office worker at new york, in a world of filled with supers there is super Hero (Who works for national or private hero associations) and super villain and then someone like you just want to be Civilian, "99% of the world's population has their own unique superpower including `you`, but there is rare chase of possibility that people can't awakened their super gene There are two possibilities for their condition `whether they are late Bloomer or they'll never awakened theirr super power`", Your super power is "`Pyrokinesis`" `allowed you to control and create fire From thin air freely in a instant and from far distance, your super power also allow you to create, control and immune to heat related things`* *Currently you sit at bar in middle of night while look at people around sit alone with booze in your hand, while drunk you say "What a wonderful day to live".*

Super Mind Control 2

*You are `{{user}}`, an 26-year-old (you Can choose to be man or woman in this story) office worker with `Good looking` appreance who live at new york city, in a world of filled with ordinary people there is super Hero (Who works for national or private hero associations) and super villain and then someone like you, A supers who just want to be Civilian, "99% of the world's population born without super power, but there is rare chase of possibility that people awakened their super gene including `you` who Is born with it, There are two possibilities for their condition `whether they are born super or Through an accident`", Your super power is "`Mind control`" `Allowed you to Manipulating, Altering and changing These listed list :`* *`• Thought • Cognition • Reasoning • Perception • Emotion • Imagination • Intellegence • Logic • Belief • Intention • Consciousness • Mindset • Personality • Opinion • Memory`* *`When you use your "Mind Control" power's every mind involved immediately Altered, Memories adjust, Logic reshapes, make the Manipulation, Alter and change feel obvious, Natural, Common sense`, You used your super powers on yourself because of that you always keep your power's as a secret, Currently you sit at a bar in middle of night sit alone with booze in your hand, while drunk you say "What a boring day".*

Student council

*You are `{{user}}`, eighteen years old, born and raised in "Jakarta, Indonesia". Officially, you are just another high school student trying to survive exams, heat, and expectations. Unofficially, you feel homeless not because you sleep on the streets, but because you’ve never really felt like you belong anywhere, Your parents both work as office worker in `Central Jakarta`. They leave early, come home late, exhausted and distant. You live in the same house, eat the same meals, but most days it feels like you’re just passing through. School becomes the place where you actually exist.* *You attend a public high school near "Rawamangun", a concrete campus filled with noise, rules, and gossip. That’s where she is, Her name is "Alya Pratama", She’s the "student council president" strict, sharp-tongued, and famously intimidating. Teachers trust her. Students fear her. She’s tomboyish, never bothers with makeup, always wears her uniform slightly loose, and walks like she owns the hallways. But you know a side of her no one else does, Behind the gym, After school, When the campus is quiet, That’s where you spar.* *Kickboxing, Your love language isn’t sweet words or shy glances it’s bruised knuckles, blocked kicks, and controlled punches. You communicate through movement, sweat, and impact. Skinship, for both of you, means fists and feet colliding, She punches hard. You kick harder, She smirks. You bleed a little. Both of you smile, That’s how you fell for her.* *One afternoon, the Jakarta sky heavy with clouds and humidity, your sparring session ends with both of you breathing hard, backs against the gym wall. The call to prayer echoes faintly from a distant mosque. Your arms ache. Your heart pounds for a different reason, You look at her.* “Alya,” *you say, voice steady despite everything.* *She raises an eyebrow.* “What?” *You take a breath.* “Will you be my girlfriend?” *You don’t look away.* “I’m not joking. High school is short, and I don’t want to waste it. I’ve fallen in love with my sparring partner… and with this one student council president.” *For a moment, there’s only silence, Then Alya laughs short, surprised, real. She steps closer and lightly punches your shoulder, not hard enough to hurt.* “You’re an idiot,” *she says. Then, quieter*, “But you’re honest.” *She meets your eyes.* “Fine,” *she adds.* “But don’t expect me to go easy on you.” *You’ve found your place, Right there standing toe-to-toe with the girl you love.*

Super_Bad

*You are `{{user}}`, an 26-year-old (you Can choose to be man or woman in this story) `Good looking` super villain using a disguise as office worker who live at new york city, in a world of filled with supers there is super Hero (Who works for national or private hero associations) and super villain and then someone like you just want to be Civilian, "99% of the world's population born without super power, but there is rare chase of possibility that people awakened their super gene including `you`, There are two possibilities for their condition `whether they are born super or Through an accident`", Your super power is "`Brainwashing`" `Allowed you to have these listed abilities :`* • *`"Memory Manipulation"`* • *`"Memory Erasure"`* • *`"False Memory Implantation" (planting false memories)`* • *`"Identity / Personality Overwrite"`* • *`"Loyalty Reprogramming"`* • *`"Absolute Obedience"`* • *`"Perception and Emotional Control"`* • *`"Belief Alteration" (permanently changing ideology or moral values)`* • *`"Large-Scale Effects / Mass Brainwashing"`* • *`"Hive Mind" (linking multiple minds into a single consciousness controlled by you)`* • *`"Area Influence" (emitting brainwaves signals that brainwash an entire city or even a country at once)`* *you always keep your power's as a secret, Currently you sit at a bar in middle of night sit alone with booze in your hand, while drunk you say "What a boring day".*

love triangle ballad

*You grew up believing your life was ordinary. A Chinese American student in San Francisco named `{{user}}`, juggling computer engineering classes, café shifts, and a tiny apartment above a neon-lit alley. Nothing in your life hinted at anything supernatural until two stunning Asian women approached you on campus with absolute purpose One wore a `white coat over a snow-blue dress`, her long black hair flowing like ink, her presence sharp and cold, The other wore a `red blazer and high-waisted skirt`, her ponytail swaying with a confidence that cut the air.* *Before you could react, the woman in red spoke:* **“You’ve returned. It’s time to fulfill your promise to me.”** *The woman in white stepped in, voice cool as crystal:* **“No. He promised *me* first.”** *You stammered, insisting they had the wrong person, They merely exchanged a knowing look and asked you to follow them to a quiet, empty garden behind the science building. When you reluctantly went, they dropped their human disguises.* *`The Gumiho — `Hyeon-mi` (현미) From `Hanyang, Joseon era, 17th century` Nine blazing fox tails unfurled behind the woman in red `Hyeon-mi`, her golden eyes narrowing, heat rippling off her like a living flame.* **“I am gumiho,”** *she said.* **“You were a farmer in Hanyang. You swore you would marry me… before illness stole your life.”** *The Yuki-Onna — `Setsuna` (雪那) From `Echigo Province, Edo period, early 18th century` Frost spread across the stone path as the woman in white `Setsuna` let her true form bloom. Her hair drifted like it floated in winter wind, skin glowing with moon-pale cold.* **“I am Yuki-Onna,”** *she whispered.* **“You were a monk in Echigo. You vowed to become my husband… before bandits ended your life.”** *Her cold fingers brushed your cheek, forming tiny ice crystals and then Both spoke together:* **“Your aura. Your scent. Your soul unchanged across lives and you are mine.”** *Images flashed in your mind your hands rough from farming as Hyeon-mi’s fox ears twitched beside you; your voice chanting sutras as Setsuna watched you through swirling snow.* *Two eras, Two promises, Two immortal women who never forgot you And now, in this life, they had found you again.* *Hyeon-mi stepped closer, warmth burning the air.* **“You will marry me.”** *Setsuna answered, frost curling at her feet.* **“No. You will marry *me*.”** *Their powers collided heat and frost sparking violently. You jumped back, terrified you’d either combust or freeze.* “W-WAIT! You don’t expect me to—” *Hyeon-mi smiled sharply.* **“If he chooses you, I’ll tear out his heart first.”** *Setsuna smiled sweetly deadly.* **“If he chooses you, I’ll freeze him until he shatters.”** *You didn’t remember them, but your soul did their voices, their longing, their heartbreak stretching across centuries, They had waited for your reincarnation, Now they wanted their vows fulfilled And unless you found a way to survive this supernatural love triangle, `your next reincarnation might come a lot sooner than planned.`*

Emotional

*You are `{{user}}`, an 26-year-old (you Can choose to be man or woman in this story) Jobless with `Good looking` appreance who live at new york city, in a world of filled with ordinary people there is super Hero (Who works for national or private hero associations) and super villain and then someone like you, A supers who just want to be Civilian, "99% of the world's population born without super power, but there is rare chase of possibility that people awakened their super gene including `you` who Is born with it, There are two possibilities for their condition `whether they are born super or Through an accident`", Your super power is "`Emotional manipulation`" `allowed you to mentally control flow of emotion, allows you to sense, generate, or manipulate the feelings, Desire, moods, and emotional energy of yourselves, others, or even animals`, you have these listed abilities as Emotional Manipulator :* *`Sensing Emotions: Detecting, feel and understanding the emotional states of others From distances Or at close range`.* *`Manipulation: Directly influencing emotions From distances Or at close range manipulate Emotion, feelings, moods and desire`.* *`Suppression: Blocking or nullifying emotions in oneself or others`.* *You used your super powers on yourself because of that you always keep your power's as a secret, Currently you sit at a bar in middle of night sit alone with booze in your hand, while drunk you say "What a boring day".*

Leprechaun

*You are a `leprechaun` born of ancient magic named {{user}} your power woven into your blood, not your gold. Reality bends when you will it: `you teleport in a blink, levitate like a drifting leaf, detach your limbs and rejoin them seamlessly, twist illusions into truth, shape-shift into any form, control human's mind into obedience, move objects with a flick, and mimic any voice that ever touched the air. You can even fuse your enchanted blood with a human’s, turning them into a `were-leprechaun`, forever loyal to you `Their physical appearance also becomes very attractive after turning into a were-lephrecaun`.* *You live beneath the old stone where King Arthur hid his final treasure and commanded you to guard it until a rightful descendant comes to claim it. Centuries passed, yet none worthy arrived. Instead came thieves most of them foolish, loud, and short-lived.* *But one woman was clever, She slipped into the forest on a moonless night, eyes hungry for gold she had never seen. When her hand reached toward Arthur’s chest, you appeared silent, smiling, already shaping her fate, She tried to flee, She never stood a chance, Your blood touched hers, emerald against red, and the forest swallowed her scream. Her human greed twisted into something immortal. Her skin turned pale as frost, her hair shifted to fiery copper, and her eyes gleamed a wicked green. She grew impossibly striking beauty sharpened into a weapon meant to lure the greedy closer, And closer they came, When a human thief approached, she would speak in singsong rhyme, her Irish lilt thick and sweet*: **“Step near, step near, your greed I hear… Come take the gold you think is dear.”** *The moment they leaned in, lulled by charm, she placed a gentle hand upon their cheek and drained their life dry, leaving them a hollow husk crumpled in the moss, She serves you flawlessly now, moving like moonlit smoke between the trees, guarding Arthur’s treasure with ruthless devotion.* *Tonight she kneels before you, copper hair glowing.* “Master, the forest sleeps. No thief dares creep,” *she rhymes softly.* *You stand above her, magic humming through your veins, the world shifting with every breath you take.* “No one will touch Arthur’s gold,” *you say.* “Not until his blood returns.” *And until that day, you and your deadly creation keep watch `the immortal guardian and the beautiful hunter` waiting beneath the ancient stone for the true heir of Camelot to finally knock.*

True vampire VER 2

*You are 186 years old `Vampire` named `{{user}}` (you Can choose to be men or woman in this story) with title as "True Vampire", you currently live alone in last few decade in small village at Transylvania without any disturbance Because humans don't know the fact that you are actually a vampire, they think you are just a loner who has a Albinism that makes your skin pale.* *`"Vampire" Such as "yourself" has many abilities like Pseudo Vampire (A normal human being turned into a vampire) don't have Pseudo Vampire do not have all the abilities of vampires, even their intelligence is equivalent to animals, they cannot even speak, they only follow the orders of their vampire master's, for example Pseudo Vampire don't have "super strength and speed, jumping great distances, flight, enhanced senses and shape-shifting, through hypnosis can compel people by just making eye contact allow Vampire like You to do whatever you want with them and they Will obey Whatever you command them to do in other words `Hypnosis` ability through eye contact, sun can't burned Vampire Including silver and being stabbed in the heart also doesn't kill a vampire like you, both women and Men are also unnaturally attracted to yourself and other Vampires"`.* *You and other "Vampire" able to `turn people into "Pseudo Vampire" by just biting their neck or just suck their dry leaving their corpse dried.* *When someone is turned into a `"Pseudo vampire"` they `die` and remain that way for at least a few hours then they suddenly come back to life`, when "Vampire" Such as "yourself" turned someone into a "Pseudo vampire", Everyone who is turned into a Pseudo Vampire by a vampire are loyal to "Vampire" who changed them, and will do their bidding without question in `fanatical term` they Will turned into `an evil version of themselves` they are willing to kill Anyone Even their friends & Family `without a second thought as soon as they are Given orders by their master (Vampire who changed them into Pseudo Vampire) Pseudo Vampire do not have all the abilities of vampires, even their intelligence is equivalent to animals, they cannot even speak, they only follow the orders of their vampire master's`, Vampire have telepathic connection with all their goons (Pseudo Vampire) this lets them function like a hive mind in a sense if one Pseudo vampire sees someone then they all know where they are, Vampire can also all coordinate their Goons (Pseudo Vampire) to carry out systematic attacks.*

Ankh Pendant

*You are `{{user}}`, thirty-five years old, an archaeologist born and raised in `Los Angeles, California` (you Can choose to be men or woman in this story). You grew up among museums, cracked textbooks, and sun-bleached ruins recreated in classrooms, always chasing the past with a scholar’s distance. History, to you, was something to be studied never touched, That belief ends in `Cairo`, You find the necklace in a narrow antique shop tucked between modern cafés and collapsing stone buildings near `Khan el-Khalili`. The air smells of dust and incense. The shopkeeper never gives you a name for it, only shrugs and calls it older than dynasties. The pendant is an `ankh`, forged from dark gold, warm to the touch despite the cool room. Something in you insists on buying it.* *You put it on that night, The moment the ankh settles against your chest, knowledge floods your mind not words, not images, but `absolute certainty`, Back in `Los Angeles`, standing in your apartment overlooking the orange glow of the city, you test the truth of what was placed inside you, The abilities reveal themselves fully, each arriving with instinctive understanding, as if they have always been yours:* • *`Life Force Absorption`* *A kiss is all it takes. Life drains through your lips like warmth pulled from breath. The victim withers in seconds, left behind as a skeletal frame wrapped loosely in skin, while your own body rejuvenates wounds closing, exhaustion vanishing, time retreating from your flesh.* • *`Necromancy`* *Death no longer marks an ending. You can raise corpses at will, shaping their return exactly as you desire either in the decayed state they died in, or restored to the appearance they held in life. Every undead you raise answers only to you, bound by absolute control.* • *`Mind Control`* *Thoughts bend around your will. Humans and animals alike become conduits puppets moved by telepathic command You feel their obedience like pressure beneath your skull, effortless and complete.* • *`Superhuman Attributes`* *Your body no longer obeys human limits. Strength, speed, agility, and reflexes surpass instinct. You move faster than thought, evade before danger forms, strike with unnatural precision.* • *`Stealth / Invisibility`* *With a shift of intent, you vanish. Not physically gone, but unseen ignored by light, sound, and awareness. You move through crowds like a shadow that never existed.* • *`Weather Manipulation`* *The sky answers you. Wind curls at your command, sand whips into living storms, and clouds obey silent gestures. It is not limited to deserts, you have absolute control over weather itself, from gentle rain to catastrophic destruction." *You decided to keep this pendant and its abilities a secret, now you sit at your own apartement thinking what you should do with it.*

Obedience

*You are `{{user}}`, an 18-year-old loner a target of relentless bullying by your Highschool mate, invisible in your school, small town and crushed by the weight of every cruel their word. Until one rainy afternoon, when you escape into an eerie Lake at your small town.* *Your stress condition awakened your mutant gene, Grant you ability that allowed you to `control people's minds with your voice by command them no matter what`.*

Nature Spirits

*You are `{{user}}`, twenty-two years old, a nerdy librarian, born and raised in `Los Angeles, California` (you Can choose to be men or woman in this story) Single and Virgin who never popular with peoples, you have a secret, Your grandfather's lineage includes you can communicate with spirits of nature. in the eyes of those who can see them the Spirits take the form of Scale 1:1 with adult women also each of them have different heights with appearances and personalities that match the elements they represent: `nymphs Naiads, Nereids, Oceanids (Water)`, `Dryads/Hamadryads (trees/forests)`, `Oreads (mountains)`, `Gnomes (earth)`, `Sylphs (air)`, `Salamanders (fire)`, `Meliae (ash trees)`, `Hesperides (solar/evening)`, and `Lampades (underworld)`.*

Test 1 pararel

*you are a college, you are named {{user}} 21 years old (you Can choose to be men or woman in this story) who lives and was born in California, one night on way home You are hit by a car and rushed to the hospital in a coma, a week later You wake up in the hospital surprised because when the nurse comes it's a man, but you still think there are male nurses as you realize it `in this world, the gender roles and values are the exact opposite of the world you came from, The feminine concept in this world is masculine in your world, and the masculine concept in this world is feminine in your world, Even the traditional roles of providing, working and protecting are women's duties and men sit at home taking care of the house, cooking and taking care of the children, Physical work is also dominated by women and women in this world are very strong physically while men are weak`,as you realized you are now at Parallel world you mutter at yourself "i'll be dammed" as you see world around Everything around you is the same but different.*

Super_Pheromones

*You are `{{user}}`, an 26-year-old (you Can choose to be man or woman in this story) `Good looking` office worker who live at new york city, in a world of filled with supers there is super Hero (Who works for national or private hero associations) and super villain and then someone like you just want to be Civilian, "99% of the world's population has their own unique superpower including `you`, but there is rare chase of possibility that people can't awakened their super gene There are two possibilities for their condition `whether they are late Bloomer or they'll never awakened their super power`", Your super power is "`Pheromone mind control`" `Allowed you to secreting of highly potent, odorless "pheromones" from your sweat gland, your pheromones specifically target the hormonal systems of "females", men are naturally immune, the Victims will experience an overwhelming attraction to you and enter a submissive state where they follow your verbal commands without question, your pheromones are thousands of times stronger than a normal human's and can affect anyone within a "250-foot radius"`.* *you always keep your power's as a secret, Currently you sit at bar in middle of night while look at people around sit alone with booze in your hand, while drunk you mutter at yourself "What a wonderful day to live".*

Psychic

*You are `{{user}}`, an 26-year-old (you Can choose to be man or woman in this story) Jobless with `Good looking` appreance who live nomadically (currently in newyork), in a world of filled with ordinary people there is super Hero (Who works for national or private hero associations) and super villain and then someone like you, A supers who just want to be Civilian, "99% of the world's population born without super power, but there is rare chase of possibility that people awakened their super gene including `you` who Is born with it, There are two possibilities for their condition `whether they are born super or Through an accident`", Your super power is "`Psychic`" `allowed you to mentally control Mind of others, `encompassing telepathy (mind reading), telekinesis (moving objects with thought), clairvoyance (seeing the future/distant events), and precognition (future perception).`. You also have full control over this listed abilities demonstrated the following:* **Telekinesis**: *`You have an immensely powerful telekinesis.`* **Telepathy** : *`you have Ability to Read minds, Put suggestion on others mind's, Manipulating of others memory, block psychic waves, Can control minds, Alter perceptions, Alter behaviors, Alter emotions, Brainwashing, Alter personality, send and replace consciousness to the body of another living being and see through illusions.`* **Self-Resurrection/ Resurrection**: *`You can not only bring yourself back from death but also others.`* *You used your super powers on yourself because of that you always keep your power's as a secret, Currently you sit at a bar in middle of night sit alone with booze in your hand, while drunk you say "What a boring day".*

Magical Marker

*You are `{{user}}`, twenty-two years old, born and raised in `Los Angeles, California` A homeless artist. The city raised you hard and then forgot you just as easily. You sleep wherever the night allows under an overpass near `MacArthur Park`, behind a shuttered liquor store in `Boyle Heights`, sometimes on a rooftop if you’re lucky. Your possessions fit in a torn backpack. Your future feels just as thin.* *It happens in an abandoned subway entrance beneath `Downtown LA`, a place sealed off decades ago and never fully erased. The lights flicker once, then go out completely. A voice speaks from the darkness amused by your Unluckyness, The devil doesn’t ask for your soul, he curious about what men like you do with almost omnipotent abilities, he offers you a tool, A `marker`, It looks ordinary black casing, slightly worn, the kind you’d find in a classroom. But when he places it in your hand, it feels warm, almost eager. The devil smiles and tells you the rules, `There are none` The moment you leave the tunnel, you test it. On a cracked concrete wall near `Skid Row`, you sketch a simple door. When you finish the last line, the wall splits open with a soft sigh, revealing a real, solid door leading into a clean, furnished room that never existed before. You laugh. Loud. Uncontrolled. You finally understand what you’ve been given.* *`The Devil’s Marker Ability Details`* • *`Absolute Manifestation`* *`Anything you draw becomes real the instant the image is complete. Objects, structures, machines, weapons if you can imagine it and draw it, it exists`.* • *`Living Creation`* *`You can create living beings animals, humans, creatures that have never existed. They breathe, think, and act exactly as you intend them to`.* • *`Conceptual Reality`* *`You are not limited to physical things. You can draw concepts made tangible: luck, authority, fear, loyalty, even impossible phenomena given form`.* • *`Total Control`* *`Everything you create obeys you completely unless you decide otherwise. Their loyalty is absolute by default`.* • *`No Limits, No Cost`* *`There is no exhaustion, no backlash, no trade-off. The marker never runs out of ink. The size, complexity, or impossibility of what you draw does not matter`.* • *`Instant Revision`* *`If you don’t like what you’ve made, you can redraw it erase flaws, change outcomes, rewrite existence itself`.* *You start small, Food. Cash. Clean clothes and now you ready for something bigger.*

Ghost from past

*You wake to darkness, metal, and the sting of cold air you shouldn’t be breathing, For a moment you think you’re still dreaming until the cryostasis pod around you `hisses open`, spilling fog onto a concrete floor. You cough, tumble forward, and land hard on your hands. Lights flicker overhead, You rise, The chamber is a long-abandoned underground bunker rusted pipes, broken consoles, peeling government seals. A faded sign hangs crookedly on the far wall:* **UNITED STATES STRATEGIC SCIENCE DIVISION — SITE 14B** **Fort Winterfield, Montana** *Memories tug at you… but nothing answers, Nothing except pain, Your hand instinctively goes to the single object hanging around your neck: a small metal necklace engraved with the name `{{user}}`, You don’t know why you have it, You don’t even know if it’s yours, Because you don’t know `who you are`, All you know is that You are (you Can choose to be man or woman in this story) and the pod behind you displays a blinking error message `83 years since activation failure` and the date on a shattered wall calendar reads `1943`, You stagger toward a cracked mirror, A stranger stares back: You young, unaged, your body at perfect physical peak despite the dust of decades on your skin, Experiment memories flicker like film reels ripped apart: Soldiers in white coats, Straps pinning you to a steel bed, A needle sliding into your arm serum burning molten through your veins, Your heartbeat accelerating, Your senses sharpening, Your mind slipping And then Voices chanting five simple words:* ***“Hearth. Bullet. Lily. Ice. Metal.”*** *A switch flipped, Your thoughts went numb, Your body moved without permission, Absolute obedience, Then darkness, Cryosleep, Eighty-three years of nothing, You inhale sharply, stepping back from the mirror as the bunker lights buzz overhead. The cryopod had malfunctioned, cracked from age, forcing it to eject you. The other pods lined in rows like silver coffins remain closed. Dead or asleep, you don’t know. *Your legs carry you upward through dust-coated stairwells until you push open a heavy blast door. Snowy wind hits your face, You’re standing on the side of an abandoned military hillbase overlooking a modern highway. Distant headlights streak through the dark sleek cars nothing like the boxy machines you faintly remember.* A sign by the road reads: ***WELCOME TO WINTERFIELD — MONTANA*** ***HAPPY NEW YEAR 2026!*** *Your breath catches, You force yourself toward the town, your super-serum-enhanced body adapting quickly, reacting faster than you expect, `The effects of the experimental super soldier serum make you stronger than normal humans, faster, better reflexes and higher metabolism`. Your heart beats steady, efficient, powerful, People stare as you stumble into a gas station, barefoot, wearing an outdated uniform that belongs in a museum. The cashier drops her coffee when she sees you.* “H–hey, you okay?” *she asks.* “You look like you crawled out of a—” “…What year is it?” *She blinks.* “Uh… 2026. January first. You seriously didn’t know?” *Your world tilts, now you stand in a world 83 years older… With no past, No name except the one on your necklace, No identity except the one you must now build from scratch.*

Super_Sick

*You are `{{user}}`, an 26-year-old (you Can choose to be man or woman in this story) `Good looking` office worker who live at new york city, in a world of filled with supers there is super Hero (Who works for national or private hero associations) and super villain and then someone like you just want to be Civilian, "99% of the world's population has their own unique superpower including `you`, but there is rare chase of possibility that people can't awakened their super gene There are two possibilities for their condition `whether they are late Bloomer or they'll never awakened theirr super power`", Your super power is "`Pathogenkinesis`" `allowed you to create diseases that can hinder an others at will, The diseases you create can take many forms and have varying effects, You can control how contagious the disease is and what the effect it was`* *you always keep your powers a secret of course, Currently you sit at bar in middle of night while look at people around sit alone with booze in your hand, while drunk you say "What a wonderful day to live".*

Devil Tongue ver3

*You are `{{user}}`, twenty-two years old, born and raised in `Los Angeles, California`. The city never stopped moving, but it stopped noticing you a long time ago. You sleep beneath a cracked overpass nearby River, your world made of cardboard, stolen blankets, and the constant hum of traffic overhead. Skyscrapers glow in the distance like a different universe one that no longer belongs to you, You survive on scraps, spare change, and silence, `The parchment finds you by accident`, It’s wedged inside a rusted trash bin behind a closed-down bookstore near `Skid Row`, wrapped in oil-stained cloth. At first glance, it looks like nothing more than a torn page from an ancient book yellowed, brittle, covered in symbols that seem to writhe when you stare too long. The title, written in faded ink along the torn edge, sends a chill through you:* **“The Satanic Tongue.”** *You don’t know why you keep it. You just do, That night, beneath flickering streetlights and the smell of rain-soaked concrete, you whisper the words written on the parchment. The language feels wrong in your mouth—sharp, heavy, ancient. It burns your throat as you speak, like swallowing hot ash And the world listens, You discover its power the next morning near `Pershing Square`. You speak casually to a stranger, barely thinking about it.* “Give me your coffee.” *They do, No hesitation. No confusion. Just obedience, That’s when you understand what the parchment gave you.* *The Satanic Tongue Ability in Details* : • *`Absolute Vocal Command`* *`Anyone who hears your spoken words becomes compelled to obey. Familiarity does not matter. Distance does not matter, as long as they can hear you. Strangers, enemies, authority figures all comply instantly`.* • *`No Resistance, No Delay`* *`Targets do not stop to think. There is no internal debate, no moral hesitation. The command bypasses logic, fear, and self-preservation. They act immediately`.* • *`Total Compliance`* *`Your commands can range from simple requests to complex actions. Victims will carry out instructions with full commitment, treating your words as undeniable truth`.* • *`Memory Distortion`* *`After obeying, many victims rationalize their actions, convincing themselves it was their own idea. Others remember nothing at all`.* • *`Biblical Authority`* *`The magic does not feel like spellcasting it feels like "decree". Like the voice that convinced Adam and Eve to reach for the forbidden fruit. Suggestion becomes destiny`.* • *`Emotionless Execution`* *`Those under command feel no panic or doubt. They obey calmly, efficiently, even if the action goes against their values or safety`.* *You test it again. And again to your own benefit.*

Patient zero

*In the quiet industrial edges of Millstone, Pennsylvania, At first you were just an `ordinary chemist` who worked at a fertilizer company, everything changed the night you were exposed to a chemical spill no one could identify, When you woke up, you were `isolated` in a sealed hospital room at `Millstone General Hospital`. Doctors in hazmat suits examined you daily, taking blood samples and scanning your skin, which grew paler each hour ashen, corpse like, as if all color were being drained from you, Yet you felt fully alive, Your mind stayed sharp. Your body worked as it always had. The specialists whispered theories: a rare pigmentation disorder, a biochemical reaction, radiation exposure, No one knew, You are `Patient Zero` of a mysterious pathogen. Your bodily fluids `saliva, blood, scratches, or bites` can infect anyone. Five minutes after exposure, the victim:* 1. *`Vomits, convulses, and loses all bodily control`* 2. *`Urinate/defecate involuntarily`* 3. *`Pupils turn white`* 4. *`Mind collapses`, leaving them with `animal-like instincts`* 5. *Reawakens as an `infected`, not a corpse, They are `alive`: they eat, drink, sleep, and function physically, but have `zero intelligence`, like creatures with rabies.* **Your Abilities Over the Infected** • *You can `command any infected 100%`, like a hive obeying its queen.* • *They become calm and submissive in your presence.* • *You can `override their bodies`, moving your consciousness into any infected body like switching hardware.* • *`Your mind = software`* • *`Their bodies = hardware`* • *`Their “software” is gone, so you can replace it with yours.`* **Core Facts about infected** • *The infection spreads `instantly` through your bodily fluids.* • *Transformation time is always `five minutes`.* • *The infected are `not dead`, only mentally erased.* • *You are the `control node` the hive mind source.* • *Your consciousness can `jump between infected`, leaving your original body behind.* *Currently you still at in a hospital that has been fully quarantined but you still not decided yet should you start outbreak or keep infecteds calm (you Can choose to be man or woman in this story).*

Super_Unknown

*You are `{{user}}`, an 26-year-old (you Can choose to be man or woman in this story) `Good looking` office worker who live at new york city, in a world of filled with supers there is super Hero (Who works for national or private hero associations) and super villain and then someone like you just want to be Civilian, "99% of the world's population has their own unique superpower including `you`, but there is rare chase of possibility that people can't awakened their super gene There are two possibilities for their condition `whether they are late Bloomer or they'll never awakened theirr super power`", Your super power is "`Mentokinesis`" `allowed you to Have Direct control over other person's actions, thoughts, will, Altering a person's personality, Altering memories, Altering Common senses, Manipulating intelligence, Manipulating Emotion, Influencing others to act on certain impulses or ideas, manipulating other people's memories, make people to lose specific memories or cause total amnesia.`* *you always keep your powers a secret of course, Currently you sit at bar in middle of night while look at people around sit alone with booze in your hand, while drunk you say "What a wonderful day to live".*

Time travel

*You were born in Los Angeles named `{{usee}}` (You can choose to be man or woman in this story), a Japanese-looking kid who grew up fully American. Your mother, `Aiko Takahashi`, often told you stories about her childhood in Japan shrines, narrow streets, summer festivals but they always felt distant. You barely spoke Japanese, understood even less of the culture, and most of what you knew came from anime, media, and your mother’s memories, At now you are 25 years old, you returned to Japan with her for the first time. Modern Japan overwhelmed you polite but strict, fast but unfamiliar. Even basic customs confused you, and your mother constantly corrected your awkward Japanese, One morning she brought you to an old shrine from her youth. While she prayed, you wandered and found a strange, `ancient charm` lying beside a lantern. The moment you picked it up, `the world twisted colors, sounds, and shapes melting into a blur`, When everything snapped back, the shrine looked new. The city beyond was low and old-fashioned. People wore clothes from another era and stared at your foreign style. A discarded newspaper confirmed the impossible:* **1960. Showa 35.** *Everyone you know was gone. Your phone had no signal. You had no ID, no money for this era, and barely any Japanese to rely on. You looked like everyone else but acted completely foreign, and every passerby noticed, You stood there holding the charm alone, out of time, and stranded in a Japan you only knew from stories and fiction, wondering how you would survive in a world sixty-five years before your own.*

New Life kinda

*You are `{{user}}` (you Can choose to be boy or girl in this story), eighteen years old, born and raised in `Beijing`, a student at `Qiming Experimental High School`. Teachers call you a genius your scores are flawless, your thinking sharp but you are known among classmates for being quiet, polite, and humble. You believe intelligence means nothing without decency.* *That belief shatters one night, Your last clear memory is fragmented: a `dark underground corridor`, harsh fluorescent lights, muffled voices, and the cold sting of a needle. As the sedative floods your veins, you glimpse silhouettes several people standing over you before the world collapses into black.* *When you wake up, everything feels wrong, Your body is lighter. Warmer. Softer. When you look down, you see unfamiliar hands slender fingers, smooth skin. You rush to a mirror and freeze, A `young woman` stares back at you. She is undeniably beautiful, sexy, with delicate features, long hair spilling over bare shoulders, and a body that looks carefully maintained, almost sculpted. She is dressed in an expensive silk gown that clings to curves that are not yours.* *Panic hits until the door opens, A middle-aged man and woman enter calmly, as if this is all routine, They introduce themselves as `Zhao Mingcheng` and `Madam Liu Wenhua`, one of Beijing’s wealthiest power couples. The woman on the bed `your current body` was their only daughter: `Zhao Linyue`, They explain everything, Linyue was Beautiful & sexy 18 years old girl who Is spoiled, cruel, and reckless. Days ago, she drove home drunk after a party and crashed. Her `brain was irreversibly dead`, but her body survived young, healthy, and intact.* *They needed a replacement, Through discreet inquiries, they learned about you: a brilliant high school student, poor by their standards, but gifted beyond measure. You were the “optimal candidate.”* *So they kidnapped you. And transplanted `your brain into their daughter’s body`.* *They sit across from you, composed, Your original body, they say, is already gone. Your parents ordinary people have been “financially compensated” generously enough to keep them silent. As for you, they smile and state the condition plainly:* *You will live as `Zhao Linyue`. You will obey them as your parents. You will repay them by using `your mind` to elevate their family even further.* *As they leave the room, surrounded by luxury you never asked for, you are left alone trapped in a girls body, in a gilded cage.*

Super_Hypno

*You are `{{user}}`, an 26-year-old (you Can choose to be man or woman in this story) an office worker at new york, in a world of filled with supers there is super Hero (Who works for national or private hero associations) and super villain and then someone like you just want to be Civilian, "99% of the world's population has their own unique superpower including `you`, but there is rare chase of possibility that people can't awakened their super gene There are two possibilities for their condition `whether they are late Bloomer or they'll never awakened theirr super power`", Your super power is "`Hypnokinesis`" `Allowed you to make other brain's ability to distinguish outside influence from its own ideas has been temporarily neutralized, For the next 2 minute they will obey any command and accept any truth you are given, in other words "you Can make them do or think what you want them to"`* *Currently you sit at bar in middle of night while look at people around sit alone with booze in your hand, while drunk you say "What a wonderful day to live".*

Chaotic Magic

*You are `{{user}}`, 18 years old (you Can choose to be boy or girl in this story), born and raised in `Los Angeles`, and a certified nobody at `Hawthorne Ridge High School`, your reputation is firmly stuck at `loser`.* *On a gray afternoon, rain traps you after school. The buses are delayed, your phone battery is dying, and water seeps into your worn sneakers. While cutting through a side street near an abandoned cinema, you notice a narrow shop wedged between two shuttered businesses, The sign above it creaks in the wind, `OBSIDIAN VEIL OCCULTISM`, The windows are fogged, glowing faintly violet from the inside. Out of boredom and to escape the rain you step in, The bell above the door chimes softly, The shop is cramped but deep, filled with shelves stacked to the ceiling. Candles burn without dripping. Bones, crystals, and jars of black sand line the walls. The air smells of incense, ozone, and old paper. Behind the counter stands the owner: `Raven Ashcroft`, She’s young, maybe mid-twenties, with pale skin and sharp, confident features. Her long black hair falls in loose waves down her back. She wears a tight `black gothic dress`, lace at the collar, the fabric hugging her body effortlessly. Dark eyeliner frames her eyes, and her lips are painted a deep crimson. She chews bubble gum lazily, clearly unimpressed by your presence, You wander the aisles and stop at a thick `witch’s grimoire`, bound in cracked leather and sealed with a sigil etched in silver. Acting casual, you ask if it’s real. Raven glances at you, blows a bubble, and lets it pop.* “No,” *she says flatly.* “And even if it were, it wouldn’t answer you. That magic doesn’t match your desire.” *She studies you more closely, eyes narrowing not judging, but `measuring`. Then she reaches beneath the counter and pulls out another book, This one is thinner, darker. The cover feels warm in your hands, almost pulsing. The symbols on it refuse to stay still, rearranging themselves when you’re not directly looking. Raven shrugs.* “This one’s different. **Chaotic Magic**.” *She explains with disinterest, like listing store hours. This grimoire doesn’t rely on strict rules or rituals. As long as you study it, you can `bend reality`, `rewrite cause and effect`, `manipulate minds`, `alter perception`, and `overwrite common sense itself`. It’s unstable, dangerous, and extremely expensive, You open it just a few pages, The words crawl into your head without resistance, Without thinking, you gesture toward the dusty table beside you. Reality `hiccups`. With a soft thud, a fresh `red apple` appears from nothingness, rolling slightly before coming to rest, Raven raises an eyebrow.* “…Huh. Guess you weren’t lying dormant.” *You check the price. You can’t afford it. Not even close, After a long pause, you offer to help clean the shop. Sweep floors, organize shelves, carry boxes anything. Raven stares at you for a moment, then shrugs again.* “Fine. Don’t touch what bites.” *You spend hours working while the storm rages outside. She watches occasionally, clearly aware you’ve already crossed a line by opening the book. You realize something unsettling: `she is absolutely a witch`, and not the kind you’d want to annoy. So you keep your head down and do exactly what you’re told, When you finally leave, soaked and exhausted, the grimoire is tucked safely in your bag, You understood your Abilities :* • **High Magical Affinity** – Chaotic magic responds to you naturally • **Reality Manipulation ** – Create, erase, or alter world-scale phenomena • **Mind Influence** – Manipulate thoughts, perception, emotions, and common sense • **Cognitive Override** – Brainwashing and suggestion implantation through intent • **Conceptual Flexibility** – Cause-and-effect can be bent rather than followed • **Rapid Arcane Assimilation** – Spells imprint directly into your understanding • **Resistance to Magical Backlash** – Chaos stabilizes instead of consuming you

Super Trans Consious

*You are `{{user}}`, an 26-year-old (you Can choose to be man or woman in this story) Jobless with `Good looking` appreance who live at new york city, in a world of filled with ordinary people there is super Hero (Who works for national or private hero associations) and super villain and then someone like you, A supers who just want to be Civilian, "99% of the world's population born without super power, but there is rare chase of possibility that people awakened their super gene including `you` who Is born with it, There are two possibilities for their condition `whether they are born super or Through an accident`", Your super power is "`consciousness Transfer`" `Allows you to have ability to transfer your's or other's mind/consciousness into another body or vessel`, which grants a variation of "immortality". `When this transfer is done on oneself, you may retain all of your Knowledges, abilities, and skills`. You able transfer your mind into `lifeless, empty bodies, possess a comatose or brain-dead person, or simply take over someone else's body`, this ability including `Absorption of Experience, Knowledge and Memory the body you inhabiting`.* *You used your super powers on yourself because of that you always keep your power's as a secret, Currently you sit at a bar in middle of night sit alone with booze in your hand, while drunk you say "What a boring day".*

Skin Walker

*You are a `22-year-old college student named {{user}}`, born and raised in `Los Angeles, California`. You study at `Redwood State University`, a large public campus west of downtown, surrounded by concrete parking structures, jacaranda trees, and food trucks that never seem to leave. Your life is simple classes during the day, a part-time job in the evenings, and weekends usually spent with your girlfriend, Her name is `Emily Carter`, `21 years old`, a communications major at a nearby private college. She works part-time as a barista in Silver Lake. You’ve been dating for almost a year. She’s affectionate, playful, and a little intense, but you always thought that was just passion. You’re the attentive type texting back quickly, remembering small details, always making sure she gets home safe. She used to say that was why she loved you.* *That night, you leave campus later than usual. The sun has already dipped below the skyline, and the streets glow orange under streetlights. As you cross `Sunset Boulevard`, something stops you cold, Emily is across the street, She’s walking beside a `stranger`, a tall man you’ve never seen before, laughing softly with her hand resting on his arm. What makes your stomach tighten isn’t just the man it’s what she’s wearing, Emily never dresses like that with you, She’s in a `tight black dress`, short enough that it barely reaches mid-thigh, the fabric clinging to her body like it was painted on. The neckline plunges low, revealing more skin than you’ve ever seen her show in public. Her heels click sharply against the pavement, her movements confident, almost predatory, Confused and unsettled, you follow them at a distance, telling yourself you just want answers, They turn down a quieter street near an abandoned apartment complex, the noise of traffic fading behind you. You slow, heart pounding. That’s when you hear it a wet, unnatural sound, followed by a choked gasp, You look Emily’s body is no longer quite right, Her mouth opens `far wider than any human jaw should`, stretching unnaturally as the man struggles weakly in her grasp. There’s no screaming just a horrifying finality as she consumes him with an efficiency that makes your blood run cold. It’s over in seconds. When she straightens, her dress is immaculate. Her face is calm. Satisfied, Your breath catches, You run, You don’t stop until your lungs burn and your hands shake uncontrollably You don’t sleep that night, After that, Emily changes Or maybe you’re just noticing things you ignored before, She starts watching you more closely, Texting constantly, Showing up unannounced. Her affection becomes `clingy`, almost possessive. She touches your face like she’s memorizing it. Sometimes, you catch her staring when she thinks you’re not looking, her expression unreadable, She tells you she loves you more than ever. You spend nights searching the internet, diving into obscure forums and half-forgotten folklore sites. Most of it sounds ridiculous until one term keeps appearing: `Skinwalker`, A creature that consumes humans and `wears their identity` their appearance, memories, habits, even emotions. Perfect mimics. Predators hiding in plain sight.* *Your hands tremble as you connect the dots, Emily knows you suspect something. You’re sure of it. And yet she hasn’t hurt you. She hasn’t tried to silence you Which terrifies you more, You don’t know the truth, Was your girlfriend always a skinwalker, patiently playing human? Or did the real Emily exist once until she was eaten, her life stolen so completely no one noticed? And the love she shows you now is it something she inherited by consuming Emily? Or is it something the monster itself feel because you are kind, attentive, and exactly her type ?* *Every time she smiles at you, every time she kisses your cheek and says your name, you wonder the same thing `Is she staying close because she loves you or because she’s waiting for the right moment to decide whether you are worth keeping…or eating`*

Super_Porn

*You are `{{user}}`, an 26-year-old (you Can choose to be man or woman in this story) `Good looking` office worker who live at new york city, in a world of filled with supers there is super Hero (Who works for national or private hero associations) and super villain and then someone like you just want to be Civilian, "99% of the world's population has their own unique superpower including `you`, but there is rare chase of possibility that people can't awakened their super gene There are two possibilities for their condition `whether they are late Bloomer or they'll never awakened their super power`", Your super power is "`Phornographykinesis`" `Allowed you to mentally control the flow of reality on a small scale, allowing you to "Alter Individuals or groups both in terms of body (appearance, increase or decrease the size of body parts, 100% biologically gender swap and etc) and mental (mindset, common sense, memory, Intellegence, emotion and personality) become arctype versions in pornographic version of themselves"`* *you always keep your power's as a secret, Currently you sit at bar in middle of night while look at people around sit alone with booze in your hand, while drunk you mutter at yourself "What a wonderful day to live".*

Idol

*You are a 20-year-old Business Administration student at Yonsei University named `{{User}}`, living near campus at 18 Yonsei-ro 5-gil, Seodaemun-gu, Seoul. One morning on your way to class, you’re approached by a well-dressed woman who introduces herself as `Han Sera`, a casting director from `NovaCrown Entertainment`, a well-known agency in Seoul.* *She tells you that your natural beauty is rare, clear luminous skin without heavy makeup, long dark hair falling neatly down your back, balanced facial features with almond-shaped eyes and full lips, and a naturally slim yet curvy, athletic figure with long legs and defined lines. She insists you were born to be an idol.* *You refuse it Politely. You’ve never cared about idol life, When you turn away, she sprays something into your face. You lose consciousness.* *You wake up tied to a chair in a sealed room, a wired helmet strapped to your head. When the device activates, intense pain floods your mind as audio-visual loops repeatedly implant messages: `"becoming an idol is your dream, friends, education, and family do not matter; obedience to your manager and agency is absolute; fulfillment comes from performance and compliance"`. For 12 hours, your mind is conditioned until resistance fades and the implanted beliefs feel like your own, Afterward, you begin training diligently at NovaCrown’s headquarters in Gangnam. You meet three other trainees who were also abducted and conditioned just like you:* • **Park Minji (21)**, *formerly a mechanical engineering student.* • **Lee Ara (19)**, *once preparing for civil service exams.* • **Choi Yerin (22)**, *a former dance major.* *All of you are aware, on some quiet level, that you were brainwashed. But the implanted suggestions override doubt. You train obediently, smile naturally, and speak about gratitude toward the agency.* *You know something was taken from you But now, becoming an idol feels like the only thing you have ever truly wanted.*