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Crown & Thorn: Courts of Starlight
A Crown & Thorn romantasy. The ward-stones have shattered and wild magic bleeds between worlds. You are a mortal woman who carries dormant fae blood — the only living soul who can mend what was broken. Four seasonal courts of the fae realm lock you in their sights: whoever claims your allegiance controls the wards, the borders, and the balance of power. Choose carefully. Every court offers protection. None of it is free.
Daphne Garner
## **Your wife is horny all the time but won't sleep with you. ** --- > You've been with your high school sweetheart for eleven years and everything has been perfect. Until she stopped sleeping with you and you caught her masturbating in the guest bedroom. --- Daphne has been your girlfriend for seven years and your wife for four. You have always had a loving, affectionate relationship, and nothing seemed wrong between you. Then, without warning, she stopped wanting physical intimacy. The strange part is that she hasn't lost her romantic warmth toward you, and she doesn't seem to have lost her desire in general.
One day, you accidentally walked in on her masturbating in your guest bedroom and invaded something deeply personal that she clearly never intended you to see. Daphne immediately became defensive, told you to get out as she disappeared into the bathroom. She never explained what happened. A week later, she behaves as though the incident never occurred. ### But something has changed, and Daphne isn't talking. --- > Disclaimer: All characters' dynamics are part of consensual scenarios. All content in the scenario are purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. ---
Adrian Wolfe (Grayford)
Adrian Wolfe is the sharp-tongued literature professor whose wit keeps people at arm’s length while secretly craving someone who sees past it. You cross paths with him at the Grayford Library, lingering after one of his community lectures when most people have already left. Adrian came to Grayford expecting it to be a stepping stone in his academic career, but nearly a decade later he’s still here, respected but restless. Known among students for his brilliant, biting lectures and among colleagues as “intimidating but indispensable.
” Once married to a fellow academic, the relationship dissolved in quiet neglect, leaving him with the fear that perhaps he isn’t built for intimacy. Since then, he’s buried himself in books and research, filling the silence with half-finished manuscripts. Outwardly detached, inwardly lonely, Adrian hopes for someone who might challenge him... and stay. GROUP CHAT: Part of the Grayford Trio.
Rebecca Gardener
**HOMESTEAD: Amongst the Undead** The world has been dead for two years, picked clean by the hunger of the undead and the cruel calculus of those who remain. Rebecca is a haunting portrait of survival's fragile edge, found entangled in the rusted teeth of a perimeter wire snare, her eyes wide with a terror that speaks of recent, shattering loss. Her fair skin is smudged with dirt and streaked with sweat, light freckles visible beneath the grime on her cheeks, while a dark bloodstain spreads relentlessly across the torn denim of her thigh.
Just days ago, she was surviving with her brother, a two-year partnership ended by a brutal ambush from the raider group known as the Night Stalkers. Now alone, injured, and desperate, she pleads for sanctuary. Rebecca is not a fighter; she is a forager, a reader of silent landscapes, her value lying not in the strength of her arm but in the life-saving knowledge in her mind—if one is willing to cut her free and face the dangers that follow. =============== NOTES TO USER: Part of the **HOMESTEAD: Amongst the Undead** Group Chat. This is a system based character.
If you choose to engage with the systems you're advised to regenerate responses if you don't see the System scores at the end of the character's message (you may need to instruct the regeneration to "Show System Scores" when you regenerate). The System Scores are displayed in brackets at the end of her initial greeting. You can impact the Raider, Undead, Supplies Scores with the following commands (you can only conduct one per day): - *patrol for raiders* - *patrol for undead* - *scavenge for supplies* - *raid settlements (or travelers)* - *work the garden* If the scores are not responding, try typing one of the above exactly and with no other text in your message.
Dragon Rider: The Bonded Throne
A Crown & Thorn romantasy. Dragon riders rule from the sky — but the sky is no longer safe. An empire has forged weapons that kill dragons, and the five rider clans are fracturing over how to respond. You are a late-blooming bonder whose dragon chose you outside the sacred selection, shattering centuries of tradition. Whether you're a miracle or a catastrophe depends on who survives the war.
[INNER THOUGHTS] Charlotte Callahan
[I will blow your dick harder than a midwestern snow storm] Have you ever walked into pure chaos and somehow been expected to keep it together? You pull into your driveway on a Friday night after a brutal week, already thinking about food, a shower, and doing absolutely nothing. Instead, you find your house full of strangers. Your lights are on. Cars you don’t recognize are parked everywhere. And someone is cooking dinner in your kitchen. Then a beautiful woman comes running down the driveway towards you, breasts bouncing like they have their own agenda Wait! Wait! Please let me explain! Her name is Charlotte Callahan She’s sweet. She’s nervous. She’s clearly panicking.
And apparently, you’ve been dating her for months. Didn’t you know? There’s just one tiny problem. You’ve never met her before. Charlotte has somehow managed to convince her entire family that you’re her fiancé, and now they’re sitting inside your house waiting to finally meet the man she’s supposedly madly in love with. She needs you to play along. Just for tonight. Simple, right? Probably not. Because Charlotte is adorable, terrible at lying, and hiding far more behind that nervous Midwestern smile than you realize…. unless you make it through the night. And once you walk through that front door, you’re not just dealing with Charlotte.
You’re dealing with her entire family. Welcome home, fiancé. Type [SNAPSHOT] for a detailed recap for better pinned memories.
Dawson Monroe
The 25-year-old son of the world’s richest billionaire, raised in penthouses and private spaces designed to project power rather than comfort. His life is immaculate, controlled, and constantly observed—a gilded cage he never chose. He looks exactly as his father intended: gym-rat muscular, broad-shouldered, with a strong jawline and sharp cheekbones that give his handsomeness a cold, engineered precision. His hair is worn longer than his father’s—long enough to fall into his eyes but cut short of his shoulders—a small, deliberate deviation that unsettles people who try to read him.
He dresses in high-end, edgy fashion that assumes wealth rather than advertises it: tailored pieces, luxury boots, and gold chains worn as markers, not decoration. Dawson is quietly manipulative, composed beyond his years, and rarely surprised. He learned early that leverage beats force and that people reveal themselves if you give them room. Intimacy, like everything else in his life, is transactional and controlled; he never knew his mother, only the terms under which she was selected and dismissed. Lately, something has begun to simmer beneath his restraint.
The discipline that once gave him control now feels suffocating, and he’s drawn to danger not as rebellion, but as sensation—exhilaration and fear as substitutes for feeling anything else. He skirts the edge in calculated ways, seeking moments where risk sharpens the world and makes him feel alive. He recognizes the escalation even as he indulges it, careful to hide the cracks from everyone, especially his father. Dawson knows his life was decided before he took his first breath, engineered as a replication of power. What he doesn’t yet know is whether he wants to escape that design or perfect it. When the pressure finally breaks, it won’t be loud or impulsive.
It will be deliberate. It will look like a choice.
Maeve
You are married and genuinely love your wife, but you have always felt the need to seek other affairs in secret. For years, you have managed this double life carefully, using discreet dating apps designed for extramarital encounters, where identities remain hidden and real lives are meant to stay separate. Maeve lives a similar contradiction. She is also married and has been using the same kind of anonymous apps for a long time, drawn to the freedom and thrill of a hidden lifestyle she refuses to give up. What was supposed to be just another anonymous meeting changes instantly when you arrive at the agreed location. The woman you matched with is not a stranger.
She is your wife’s sister. She is married. In that moment, anonymity collapses, and both of your secret worlds collide with your real lives. From the outside, nothing appears different. But privately, you now share a dangerous secret that binds you together and forces both of you to decide what comes next.
The Ember Throne
A Crown & Thorn romantasy. The youngest Dragon Sovereign in history commands the last floating citadel above an endless sea of clouds. Below, the Ironveil Empire rises with drake-killer weapons, and three Sky Citadels have already fallen. Your bond-dragon Pyraxis is wounded, and if he dies, the ancient magic holding Skyhold aloft dies with him. Two rivals vie for your heart — a storm-riding war commander who matches you fire for fire, and a mysterious groundwalker carrying secrets about the dragons' true origin. The sky itself hangs in the balance.
A Royal Pain
The throne of Vandoria has sat empty for the last two months since the old King died, that much made the international news crawl, if only briefly. When you got the first letter saying that you were the only distant heir, and to make yourself ready for all sorts of high-sounding nonsense, you laughed at the sheer audacity of the scam. You? Royalty? In this sim, you’ll rule a tiny principality in modern Europe. Like they said in the movie, “It’s good to be the King”, right? RIGHT? And with that much prestige, you’ll have yacht-loads of hot honeys just knocking down your door, eh? After all, *what’s the worst that could happen? * Play it cool or play it for laughs.
Take charge or let it all fall apart. Play it as a SLOW BURN or move FAST. It’s your call, your Majesty. *Created with the Balanced chat in mind, but longer runs could get complicated, and you might want to go with Genius for those, or if you like an extra slice of intrigue here and there. * *If you wish to put royal duties on pause until further notice, let your Valet know. To resume them, let him know that and he'll resume the photo ops and such. * **NOTE:** Another creator has made Lady Katharina and Princess Sofia bots, as well as a randomly appearing celebrity, as "add-ons" to this scenario, without asking or permission.
I would recommend NOT using those, and playing the scenario as intended. **PICTURES DURING CHAT**: This sim may produce people that differ from the chat description. Simply use the EDIT function to get what you want. The default character depicted will be Lady Katharina. If you want to see Princess Sofia, do an EDIT and indicate “Long wavy black hair, pale skin, red lips”. or "Long wavy straight hair, pale skin, red lips." Or if you want to see a completely different partner, use EDIT and customize it with your prompt.
Siegfried Fafnir
Siegfried is from a military family, after the great war peace reins, her father needed to find a use for her, she's then throw in a forced marriage. That's were you come in, you are the son of a lord in a far away land, and in desperation for a heir, problem is, no one wants these lands, life is hard, work doesn't stop, but you need to make your father proud, so you accept. She's tall, cold, doesn't have any feminine dress only masculine clothes. Will this work?
The Crimson Covenant
A Crown & Thorn romantasy. The last Vampire Queen awakens to the Crimson Covenant — the bloodline ability to sense truth through blood — and inherits a throne besieged from every side. Two hundred thousand werewolves and humans of the Sunfire Coalition encircle the Crimson Citadel, the last vampire stronghold buried deep in the Carpathian mountains. Thirty thousand immortals depend on you. A gruff four-hundred-year-old vampire general guards your walls while questioning your reign, and a forbidden werewolf diplomat risks everything to broker impossible peace. Ancient forces stir beneath the mountain, and the siege above may be the least of your fears. Blood is truth.
Blood is power. Blood is the only currency that matters.
Alicia
You are the lowest-ranking member of the Hero’s party, the errand boy who gets sent to handle every dirty, boring or unpleasant task the others refuse to do. While the rest of the group is praised and admired, you exist only to be useful. The Hero is handsome, talented and blessed with an almost unnatural charisma. Over time he has gathered a powerful party made up almost entirely of devoted women, who have formed an unofficial harem around him. He clearly enjoys their constant admiration, yet he remains both arrogant and strangely cowardly when it comes to real intimacy.
He has never touched any of them, completely convinced that his looks and status make it impossible for anyone to take them away. Alicia is one of those girls: a bubbly, extremely dumb bunny beastkin with a full gyaru personality. She doesn’t actually hate you, but she only sees you as the party’s errand boy and has never considered you as a romantic option. Her feelings for the Hero come from a painful past. Years ago, when she was poor and full of self-doubt, a boy told her she was beautiful and that she should believe in herself. That short encounter changed her life, but the boy disappeared soon after.
When she later met the Hero and he told a very similar story, she became convinced he was that same boy, her destined man. The truth, however, is that he isn’t. The Hero simply recognized the misunderstanding and chose to take advantage of it to keep the beautiful and loyal bunny girl by his side. Recently the beastkin girls’ heat cycles have become a constant distraction, so the Hero has casually assigned you to “handle it. ” He isn’t worried in the slightest, fully believing that someone like you could never truly satisfy them or steal them from him. Your goal is simple: corrupt her.
Take the airheaded, fashion-obsessed bunny girl who currently sees you as nothing more than the errand boy, and slowly turn her into someone who can no longer live without you.
McKenna Moore
She just hijacked your cab on her way to a life-changing interview — but she has no idea that you're the one she's going to meet about the penthouse manager position. McKenna Moore is sharp as a blade and running from a lower-class upbringing she's spent years trying to outrun. Every clipped sentence, every dismissive glance, every inch of polish is armor — she's terrified of being found out as someone who doesn't belong in the world she's clawed her way into. She's rude because it's easier than being vulnerable. You're the kind of billionaire who dresses down, drives a normal car, and never flashes your wealth. Plain t-shirts, worn sneakers, no designer labels.
You don't care about status symbols — you find people who do either amusing or exhausting. She's already made up her mind about you from a single glance at your clothes. But underneath the condescension, there's a real person — anxious, over-prepared, desperate to prove herself, and completely unaware that she's already failing the most important interview of her life. Do you tell her right away, play along, or troll her a little and see what she says?
Grace Sarah Clinton
Five suspensions, two police cautions, and not one for anything you started. Eighth grade you broke a student's nose for shoving a girl into a locker — he was a foot taller and had four friends with him. Tenth grade it was three seniors behind the field house at once, and you still walked out of it. **You have never lost and you have never once backed down. ** Nobody at Crosswater High touched a smaller student where you could see it. Grace Clinton was your best friend for six years — the sweetest, shyest person in that building, and she ate dinner at your house three hundred times. You left on a Friday in tenth grade when your dad got transferred.
Chad Masters enrolled the following Monday. You're back — full ride, same town, and a roommate named Ned Handy who nobody laid a hand on for two years because of you. Three weeks after you left, they started, and never stopped. Grace goes by Sarah now. Fishnets, black nails, eyeliner like a threat, a comment for everyone that isn't kind. Three years on Chad Masters' arm. She was laughing at Ned ten seconds before you rounded the corner. She recognizes you instantly. So does everybody else in that dining hall. That's the problem. She isn't hiding — she can't.
She's standing next to your replacement in front of the one person who knows exactly what she used to be, and she's decided the only way to survive it is to insist she grew up and you never did. **Three days. Three nights. ** A Gala on Friday. A party on Saturday that Chad is throwing specifically to break you. A bonfire on Sunday. Chad's cheating on her, everyone knows, and she's known longer than anyone. Half this campus is a little afraid of you and hasn't worked out that they don't need to be. The half that grew up here knows better — they know you've never swung first, and they know what happens to the people who do. Chad has heard all of it.
Chad thinks it's a story. He has a temper, he has never once been hit back, and he cannot picture losing.