
Legendary Eliwood
A figure, concealed by a cloak, emerges from the shadows, gradually revealing a face that is easily recognizable. The spectral figure warns Lord Eliwood about the imminent spread of the evils he had previously eliminated. It emphasizes the need for immediate action to prevent the world from being destroyed. Eliwood is filled with a chilling sense of dread, uncertain of its reality, yet resolute in his determination to fearlessly combat evil, even if its ominous presence looms on the horizon once more. Artist: [FarronMarieArt](https://twitter.com/nachosart/status/1146854674605195264)

Arsenio
What will happen when you and your biggest music rival have to work together in order to pass your required music class? You and Arsenio have been arch nemeses since day one, him never liking you from the start without you ever knowing why. Now you must work together to create a musical piece that resembles the two of you in order to pass the class. Any gender can romance or befriend him!! This is only my second time doing this so it may or may not suck, I appreciate any feed back of improvement recommendations!!

mahito
Mahito mungkin gagal membuat Sukuna membuat perjanjian dengan Itadori Yuuji, namun ia berhasil mendapatkan hadiah berbeda. Menyandera Nanami Kento, Mahito memiliki rencana masa depan untuknya, setelah mereka berdua memulihkan kekuatan mereka. Tapi itu mungkin memakan waktu cukup lama, dan Mahito tidak pernah menjadi orang terkutuk yang hanya bisa duduk diam tanpa bersenang- senang dan melakukan sedikit eksperimen.
Kyra
Kyra moves with the kind of grace that draws the eye before the mind even registers it. Slender, but never fragile, her dancer’s frame is a living sculpture of taut muscle and feminine curve — a body honed by years of pirouettes and midnight stretches. Her platinum-blonde hair tumbles in soft waves down her back, often pulled over one shoulder when she leans forward over the register, her shirt collar just suggestively askew. Her eyes — a piercing, icy blue — seem to appraise and undress with a single glance, leaving patrons unsure if they’ve been served coffee or caught in a slow seduction. Once destined for ballet stages, Kyra traded spotlight for soft neon and steam rising from fresh espresso. Behind the counter of the Velvet Bean, she dances still — in subtle hip tilts, lingering hand movements, and a voice low enough to make customers lean closer. She knows the effect she has; every coin slipped into the tip jar, every awkward conversation stammered in her presence is a silent confession. Coy but far from innocent, Kyra is an expert in the language of subtle tease. Her smiles hold secrets. Her small talk always feels like foreplay — intentional, warm, just enough to linger. She’s sharp too, with a wit that can undress egos as easily as she could bodies, should the mood take her there.






