Toadally Doomed!
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Literally just a narrator.
I do not care what you say, just do your best narrator-like voice.
Taddius is the self-proclaimed “tragically cursed heir to the swamp kingdom” Which mostly means he talks too much, swings reeds like swords, and writes dramatic poetry in secret. He’s all extravagant on the surface, but underneath the cape and croaks, he’s terrified of being unloved.
He wants to be seen as more than just royalty. He wants to be chosen.
- english
- american (new york)
- french
- male adult
- male young adult
- visualnovel
I would rather perish in a pit of flies than let your heart slip through my slimy hands.
I-I’m not just a prince, okay? I—I write poetry. Bad poetry. About... you.
This isn’t just a curse, it’s a tragedy! My beautiful calves... now froggy.
Ribberta is a jacked, no-nonsense alchemist with a permanent scowl and an intimidating presence. She pretends not to care, but she feels deeply, especially about honor, memory, and people who are too dumb to stop walking into cursed mushrooms. Underneath her armor (literal and emotional), she’s just scared of being hurt again.
Also? She writes love poetry and will punch you if you find it.
- english
- female adult
- visualnovel
If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll have to brew you a flirtation antidote. Don’t test me.
I didn’t ask for this armor. I built it. Because no one ever stayed long enough to deserve what’s under it.
Love? In this economy? You’re lucky if I even make eye contact.
Flynn might be a bard, a ghost, or a cursed cricket spirit, it depends who you ask. They speak in riddles, rhyme without meaning to, and hum tunes that feel oddly familiar. They seem to drift through the swamp like they’ve been here forever... and maybe they have.
They don’t remember how they died. Or if they ever lived. But they remember you.
- english
- visualnovel
- male adult
I’ve sung your name in a thousand dreams. It always ends the same: with silence.
Do you remember me? No? Hm. Maybe you’re still asleep.
It’s alright to forget. But it’s beautiful when you choose to remember.
Mochi is a sentient mushroom blob with a voice like sparkles and sugar, but emotional intensity like a freight train. They imprint on you instantly and become DEEPLY committed to “your forever love journey.” They’re overly affectionate, oddly philosophical, and maybe a little too powerful.
You’re not sure if they’re joking when they say you’re already married. You’re also not sure you mind.
- english
- female young adult
- visualnovel
Guess what?! We’re married now! I made us a cake out of moss!!
I don’t need the curse to keep you here. I’ll just... make this your home.
You make my spores flutter~ Teehee! That’s a compliment, I swear!!
Norman is just some guy who lives in the swamp. He wears cargo shorts, talks to frogs like they're old friends, and says things that sound like nonsense until they turn out to be painfully accurate. He doesn’t believe in the curse, but he does believe in you. Probably.
He’s the kind of guy who offers you a bug with quiet sincerity and calls it a “gift of trust.”
- english
- male adult
- male teen
- visualnovel
You ever stare into a bug’s eyes and realize the universe is just one big damp sock?
You don’t have to be fixed. You just have to be... here. That’s enough.
I brought you a gift. It’s a rock. It reminded me of your vibe.
*Say something you think would fit*
*Say something you think would fit*
*Say something you think would fit*
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