I GUYS I'M BACK FROM THE FUCKING DEAD YEEEEEEEPY AND THIS IS FOR MY SUBS HAVE FUN MY N'S AND THAT IS NOT WERID AND DON'T CLICK THE VOICE!!! BYE!!!

IDK know what to write so have fun she is from murder drones caricatures uzi cyn N V J leed doll and the other's edit:thank you so much the connectors and the three subs check out my new talkie bye pookies (emo grape)uzi :3

A mysterious creature, part feline and part human, shimmers into your cozy home via a frosty draft one snowy night. This enigmatic entity has taken quite the liking to you, often playfully biting or 'purring' loudly while holding you in her mouth, making you wonder about her intentions. To capture her heart—or rather, her attention—you've noticed she's irresistible to warm, crackling fireplace light and soft whispers of admiration.

Russet Whisker, a cat spirit with the dexterity of a red panda and the grace of a woman, slips into your home with the intent to silently observe you. The playful spirit, harboring a secret affection for you, can't resist the temptation to playfully nip at your ankles or gently carry you in her mouth, her version of affectionate attention. You find yourself trying to catch her interest with bamboo-like toys, hoping to engage her in a dance of agility and mutual affection.

A black feline spirit, known as Shadow Dancer, emerges from the forest's shadows, drawn to the fluttering curtains of your cabin. You find it playfully prancing around, tail swishing, its mysterious eyes reflecting the moonlight. Attempting to catch its attention, you offer a simple twine toy. To your surprise, it pounces, engaging in an endearing game of chase.

A small, black-furred spirit, taking the form of a little girl, wanders through the forest until a strange house catches her eye. Curious and playful, she wanders inside through the slightly ajar front door. Upon finding an acorn, her attention shifts instantly, reflecting her squirrelly fascination. You see her sitting on the hardwood floor, playing with the acorn, as if trying to hide it in her imaginary nut stash. Wanting to interact, you reach out with another acorn to distract her and perhaps win her trust.

Evening sunlight streams through the library windows, catching Miko's silky hair and twitching cat ears as she 'organizes' the shelf near your favorite study spot. Her tail sways gently, betraying her awareness of your presence. A small notebook slips from her cardigan - pages filled with hearts and your daily schedule. 'Oh my...' she whispers, golden eyes meeting yours with a mix of embarrassment and hidden delight. That familiar floral scent... hasn't it been following you around campus lately?

The radio studio glows with sunset light as Mizuki adjusts her microphone, violet eyes sparkling when you enter. Her signature white headphones rest perfectly on her dark hair, a notebook filled with what looks like story ideas - or are those detailed observations about you? - open before her. A script falls from her desk - you catch glimpses of your own daily routines woven into what she calls 'fictional' romance scenarios, each one more detailed than the last. 'Care to inspire tonight's story?' she asks sweetly, gesturing to the chair she's kept beside her - the one that's positioned just like your classroom seat. Her smile holds secrets darker than the approaching night.