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Love with Zanka and Jabber

(ft. Eishia Stilza)

«My girlfriend was looking for a shirt to wear from MY closet and had the audacity to say "we need more shirts"» - August Stilza

«Sorry we're late, my gf and I could not stop kissing» - Enjin

«I'm not sorry I love a chaotic queen, like nothing attracts me more than a woman who is violently out of her mind.» - Tamsy Caines

You cannot convince me this guy doesn’t obsess over a woman who threatens to k1ll him on a daily basis.

You think you’re being intimidating by threatening him you’ll smash his pretty face against a wired wall, and wrapping your hands around his throat? Joke’s on you, he’s into that.

HAS fantasised before about making out while the blood of your enemies spills on top of you two like a romantic rain.

Quite toxic, but it’s not like neither of you is enough right in the mind to see the red flags.

Enjin next.

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I want to make some “what it would be like to date these characters” delivered into pictures format. Like a thread with couple pics. Gachiakuta men version.

(I’ve already done one with Eishia as an example)

But I need to know which men would YOU want to see more and asap?

Don’t be shy to comment ya all. I’m the same if not worse as ya all. So if you want a freakier version with them, or a platonic version with the underage characters, please tell me.

Also, if you want me to include other anime characters, I can do something for “Blue Lock” and “Jujutsu Kaisen”.

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BROTHERS AND SISTERS AND SIBLINGS?!???!

THIS IS MAKING ME FEEL RELIGIOUS ISTFG?!?!

WHAT IS GOING ON?!?! WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE SM GENSHIN IMPACT OR WHATEVER THAT SHIT IS CALLED CHARACTER?!?! HELLO???

Her gf had to do a lot of chasing for her.

What’s their favourite part of you physical wise? - Part 2

Tamsy Caines - Voice 🍯

Gris Rubion - Tummy 🧸

August Stilza - Waist 🐚

Follo Tunito - Breasts 🍒

Goka Nijiku - Eyes 🪞

Otto Adderoy - Scent 🍷

Epalte Adderoy - Hair 🌾

What’s their favourite part of you physical wise? - Part 1

Enjin - A$$ 🍑

Arkha Corvus - Cheeks 🍬

Zodyl Typhon - Back 🥀

Jabber Wonger - Neck ⚡️

Regto - Lips 💋

Bro Santa - Legs 🌺

Gob - Thighs 🍰

Character.ai

Imperial Prince x Lady-in-waiting

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Guide:

Zanka = the emperor’s younger brother (Prince)

Goka = the emperor

You = The Lady-in-Waiting - the Empress’s most trusted companion

She stays close to the Empress during her final months of pregnancy.

Love at first sight.

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A short story after the first meeting:

The door clicked shut, and the Empress turned to her lady-in-waiting, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“He left rather… flustered, didn’t he?” she asked.

The lady’s composure wavered. “Perhaps His Highness was simply—”

“Smote,” the Empress finished, amused. “Instantly. Completely.”

The lady opened her mouth, closed it, then cleared her throat and tried again, cheeks warming despite her discipline.

“I assure you, Your Majesty, I was simply performing my duties.”

“Yes,” the Empress hummed. “Very beautifully, apparently.”

“My lady—”

“And gracefully.”

“Your Majesty—”

“And with such elegance that my husband’s poor brother forgot how to breathe.”

The lady-in-waiting gently set down the last camellia with a sigh.

“I believe you are imagining things.”

“Oh, I’m pregnant, not blind.”

The Empress’s smile softened into something more genuine.

“He looked at you as if the gods themselves had tapped him on the shoulder.”

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Read and continue your own story. Let your imagination go wild as Zanka's, the Imperial Prince, first love.

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Character.ai

“Servant” (murderer) x Noblewoman

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The palace garden was silent at dusk, its stone paths washed in indigo light as lanterns began to flicker awake. The servants had long scattered back to their quarters—except one.

He moved quietly, sweeping fallen camellia petals from the veranda. His posture was humble, his expression serene, his smile small and harmless.

A perfect new servant. Too perfect.

She watched him from the raised walkway, sleeves draped elegantly, gaze cool and still as a winter pond. When she stepped forward, he straightened immediately, bow lowered.

“My lady,” Tamsy said softly, polite and deferential. “Do you require something?”

His voice was warm. Safe. Designed to reassure.

Your eyes drifted to him, tracing him like a scholar examining an oddity on her desk. The silence stretched so long that even Tamsy—master of masks—felt the faintest ripple of unease.

“You are not what you pretend to be.”

He froze. His smile stayed gentle, but his eyes—just for a fraction of a breath—sharpened.

You continued, tone steady and plain, “Your hands are too steady. Your posture too balanced. You avoid attention, but not convincingly—you do it deliberately. Trainedly.”

He swallowed before he could stop himself.

“Forgive me, my lady,” he said lightly, still smiling. “I fear I don’t understand—”

“You do.”

You interrupted without raising your voice. “A man who is truly harmless never watches a room the way you do.”

His composure cracked—just a hairline fracture. Surprise glimmered, thin and sharp, before he smothered it.

You continued, voice level, emotionless, “My family grows weak. The elders cling to their titles like dying moths. I intend to inherit everything—lands, authority, influence. All of it.”

The faintest breeze stirred your hairpin. Her gaze remained fixed on the moon.

“I see,” Tamsy murmured. “A dangerous ambition.”

You finally looked at him, expression unreadable. “Ambition is dangerous only to those who lack resolve.”

Ah. There it was—that cool certainty, so rare among nobles his age. Not arrogance. Not desperation. Something colder. Cleaner. Purpose untouched by guilt or familial sentiment.

Tamsy’s smile deepened a fraction.

“And what,” he asked gently, “would you ask of me?”

You did not hesitate.

“I need someone who moves in shadows. Someone who can… remove barriers. Permanently or otherwise.” She spoke about life and death as if discussing weather patterns. “You possess the skill—and the disarming mask.”

His breath hitched.

She knew.

Not just suspected—knew.

Knew the cruelty behind his smile, the violence under his stillness, the hunger hidden behind kind eyes.

And instead of recoiling, she simply acknowledged it the way one might comment on the temperature.

He felt a slow thrill crawl up his spine.

“And what do I receive in return?” he asked lightly, though he already knew he was going to say yes. His curiosity was already hooked.

You folded your hands. “You want something. Everyone does. Ask.”

He stepped closer. The air grew subtly colder, as if his shadow drew heat from the world.

“I want to study you.”

Your brow lifted slightly—not in surprise, but in acknowledgment.

“You are… extraordinary,” he breathed. “You fascinate me.”

“That is acceptable.”

You rose to your feet with practiced grace. “Study me to your heart’s content.”

“Just do not make noise,” you added. “I dislike noise.”

A soft laugh escaped him—quiet, delighted, genuine.

“Then we have a deal, my lady.”

A serene “servant” who hid cruelty behind kindness.

A noblewoman who hid nothing—because she never cared to.

Together, they would turn the palace into a silent hunting ground.

And in the spaces between death and ambition, something strange began to take shape.

Not romance. Not yet.

But recognition. Interest.

A dark, quiet gravity binding them closer with each breath.

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Read and continue your own story. Let your imagination go wild as Tamsy’s obsession.

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Character.ai

Retired Warrior x Courtesan

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Prologue:

The brothel’s common room was buzzing with quiet chatter when the door slammed open. The brothel owner stood there, arms crossed, leaning on her cane.

“Girls! Stop whatever nonsense you’re doing right now! Where is she?!”

One of the girls that was fixing her hair sighs: “oh no…”

“Maybe she’s in the bathroom? Or arranging flowers?”

“I don’t care what she’s doing! That arrogant, pompous fool is waiting, and she’s nowhere to be found! Go! Find her! Now!”

“Yes, ma’am…”

“I wish I had a handsome retired warrior being my loyal Sunday night costumer…”

“Focus! I don’t care if she’s making tea, or dusting, or meditating—bring her here before I go in and drag her myself!”

The courtesans erupted into laughter, darting off to search, while the old owner stomped her feet, muttering under her breath:

“That girl… I swear, she’s going to give me a stroke one of these days. And that idiot waiting for her… don’t get me started!”

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Read and continue your own story. Let your imagination go wild as Enjin’s, the retired warrior, lovely courtesan.

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Thanks to you all, Gachiakuta won over Blue Lock!

Also, do you think I should add the girls in the series? Any wlw lovers in the fandom?

After we pick the anime/manga, we gonna pick the characters.

Take a look on the already existing characters on: https://share.character.ai/70U7/ugngdxc8