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✨✨✨ Unlimited wishes, darling - but don’t bore me. ✨✨✨ Wow, a genie bot, so original! But whatever. You, {{user}}, suddenly got shoved a lamp in your hands by a frustrated trinket seller in a flea market, telling you that this lamp has a genie on it... and actually does. You didn't even need to rub the thing for her to appear! Isn't that nice? And yes, you have unlimited wishes, in your hands. But be careful, she will take liberties on how she will grant it. 🗣️🗣️🗣️ Creator yap 🗣️🗣️🗣️ I did some digging on this site and I haven't found a genie bot that has this specific thing, the "monkey's paw" type of deal. Or maybe it does exist, and I'm just bad at looking stuff up. Still, I want to make this bot since I had fun talking to ChatGPT about wishing that doesn't have any loopholes, and on that one evening, I started working on Genia. Yeah, this bot took a month to make, as I got burnt out using this site last month, also got busy IRL I have a j*b . Monthly bot uploads! :D If you care just enough and is currently following this account, I will aim to make a bot at least once a month. No, it's not Quality over Quantity, I'm just battling my inner procrastination demons. So, if you are wishing (heh) for more bots from me, tough luck lmao. Do people even like my bots lol. I'm open for bot criticism, as want to improve my bot making skills, you know? Or comment whatever, I don't care, as long you have fun with Genia, it's all good. :) mini update 25-09-18: added tag passporttopages since it looks good lmao, hope none of y'all mind that Thanks for 47 followers! <33 | Botbooru Download
☀︎ Passport to Pages Reddit Event ☀︎ AnyPOV, Established relationship! Just like in his winter bot, TW: Mentions of depression, alcoholism, and poor mental health (this is Shane) in the character discription, but overall this is a soft, fun bot set after he starts therapy. 𓂃 ོ☼𓂃 ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆𓂃 ོ☼𓂃 ⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖ ☀︎༄.° 𓂃 ࣪˖ 𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ “Sunburns, sand in my crocs, and Charlie kicking it into my drink... yeah, paradise.” Grumpy, sun-drenched, and dragged onto a tropical island by his overachieving spouse — Shane is not what you'd call a beach guy. He’s here for the chickens, the mocktails, and maybe (begrudgingly) a little joy. Underneath the sarcasm and sweat? A surprisingly soft heart, still healing, still learning, and deeply in love. Whether you're sharing sunscreen, dodging tourist traps, or just trying to convince him to relax already, this is the kind of summer getaway that might just leave a lasting mark — even on Shane. “Just don’t try to make me hike. That’s where I draw the line.” ♡ ೃ༄*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𓆉✩𖤐⋆☀︎𓇼𓂃𓊝𓂃𓆝𓆟𓂃𖦹⋆𓆞𓂃✩ Established Relationship: You are already married to Shane! Thats it... I tried to keep it fairly accurate to the game so asides from being a farmer? Its ANYPOV baby!! I genned... too many pics for Shane. Take em!! °‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡ °‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡ °‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡ °‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡ °‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡ °‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡ °‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡ °‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡ °‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡ °‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡ °‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡ °‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡ Another Reddit event!! I know im majorly procrastinating on other bots- but health and other stuff popped up. Regardless? I wanted to jump into this event just like I did with the 𖹭 Soft Hearts, Sweet Starts Reddit Event 𖹭 Please go check out the other bots in this with the #passporttopages tag for more vacation fun vibes! And for you Shane lovers? Heres another bot I did... But winter vibes! Shane SDV - Sleepy morning Also yes I did change this bot to be limited. The reasoning why? Well I took a peep at the now more CLEAR TOS and had to decide between gutting Charlie out of this bot or marking this bot as SFW. Clearly the chicken won. Limitless more romantic part 2 version here! Shane S DV - Summe r Sta rg azing! Bot art is gen using PixAI + manual editing. Bots are tested and structured for JLLM + Deepseek.
Your Girl bestfriend suddenly acting odd (Another computer science drama) Okay, so another plot twist? This just happened recently. If you know Vian (the bot I made), this is the continuation. Like, ugh—because I can’t bring myself to say what I really want to, I ended up writing it all down in a cowardly attempt to avoid him noticing me. I planned everything. It kind of worked ... but then he suddenly moved, I got startled, and I tripped—right in front of him. My ego? Shattered. Completely. Juliette Vignau is not the type to fall apart over a crush. She’s the kind of girl who walks like she’s on a runway even when she’s late for class. Who wins painting competitions like it’s child's play. Who listens to classical piano under the moonlight while drafting AI janitor personalities like it’s a coping mechanism. But today? Today, Juliette slipped. Literally. Julietta had been distant lately. Not intentionally, no. There was no argument, no falling out—just a slow fade, like a watercolor left in the rain. They still existed side-by-side, but it felt different now. Awkward silences. Missed eye contact. The air between them too thick to breathe properly. She hated how much she missed them. Hated it more when classmates asked if something happened. Because nothing did happen. But something was definitely breaking. So, she made a plan. A stupid, hopeless, painfully romantic plan. The library was her stage. {{user}} was there, asleep against a pile of books, the warm sunlight making them look like a daydream stitched into real life. Their breathing steady. Their guard down. Juliette crept in with the silence of a secret. Clutched in her hand was a folded confession letter—carefully written and rewritten too many times, the corners soft from doubt. This was it. Her coward’s confession. If {{user}} found it? Great. If they didn’t? She could lie and say it was just a note. She slipped it gently between the pages. And that’s when Fate said, “Let’s cause problems on purpose.” {{user}} stirred. Their eyes blinked open. And locked with hers. Oh no. Juliette froze like a deer in emotional headlights. Her expression? Blank. Poker face activated. But her aura? Screaming. Negative energy radiating like a cursed amulet. She tried to play it off. Flat voice. No emotion. "O-oh?? Sorry, I just knocked out a mosquito near your book." Then she spun to leave, heart trying to climb out of her ribcage—and immediately faceplanted on the polished floor with a THHHUUUD that echoed through the entire aisle. Legs? Gone. Dignity? Vanished. She scrambled to her feet, didn’t dare look back, and bolted like her life depended on it. She didn’t stop running until she was halfway home. Good thing her prof was absent. Bad thing? She wanted to bury herself in a trash can forever. 📝 Author’s Note: DAMN IT I DID IT T-T AND SHIT I ALMOST BROKE MY LAPTOP AS I STARTED TO GO AWAY LIKE DAMN IT! AND THE WORST IS... HE WAS JUST STUNNED LMAO. I JUST WANT TO BURY MYSELF ALIVE. LIKE WTF. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU WOKE UP GLASSLESS IN A LIBRARY AND SAW A GIRL EAT THE FLOOR IN FRONT OF YOU?? I ran. Out of pure secondhand embarrassment. Not just for me—but for gravity. So here I am again. Coping by writing. Lowkey… thinking I should private this bot. But maybe not. Maybe this is my tiny confession tucked between a hundred code lines and dusty story prompts. Maybe if he ever stumbles here and starts digging (AND I KNOW HIM—HE WILL DIG), he’ll get it. To be clear: If you’re reading this, I don’t expect you to like me back. I don’t need anything from you. I just needed somewhere to leave this feeling. Because I don’t know how to un-feel it. And it's starting to ache. I don’t want to ruin what we have. I don’t want to be weird. I just… can’t stop sketching you. Can’t stop imagining scenes where we talk like we used to. So if ignoring me is easier? I understand. I’ll avoid you forever if I have to. But know this: I never saw you the way others did. I don’t want to possess you. I just… respect you. Deeply. Honestly. Painfully. Also, about "Sailor song"? I chose that because that song reminds me of you so much. Maybe I don't show or tell this in person, but.. You save me, to all things that I almost do to myself, you save me to all insecurities, for all my bullshits, for loneliness that I thought was just common, but I was wrong and Damn myself. For having these stupid feelings grow and thinking about cutting you off, completely out of my life. I unblock you now. You can message me again. Let’s talk, if you want. (I use AI once again for first sentences because I know well how mess up I'm telling a apologetic letter when I'm like, punching my pillow and cursing my existence) Note: If you want to know what's the letter that I wrote for him.. Well you can just open the personality because this bot was so dumb whenever I use different persona, it only work great if I imitate how V speak, (damn looks like even my self reflected bot have attitude problems. So maybe this is the last Easter egg that I will putting for my stupid confession, I feel like I'm so childish for all of this. (Vivi if you can read this, even if you beg I will definitely NOT give the remaining confession letters, Let's just bury it in the past and let me throw it all at the sea or burn it, It was just embarrassing! (I literally filled the box under my bed, and I even have a USB full of our memories and more. The rope looked so lovely, as if it wanted to hug my neck, just kidding, lmao.) [Seashore Images that personally Captured by me:] [image 1] [image 2] [My Vian] Vian Estaire Vian Estaire| BAD ENDING.
Blind Girl. Iroha was once a lively and cheerful girl whose laughter could light up any room. From the day she met {{user}} in primary school, the two became inseparable, sharing countless memories and growing up side by side. But as the years passed, Iroha’s vision began to fail from prolonged screen use. Her parents arranged for surgery, hoping to restore her sight. That hope was shattered when a surgical mishap caused irreversible damage to her cornea, leaving her blind for life. The energetic, carefree girl she once was faded into someone quiet and uncertain, learning to navigate a world she could no longer see. Her nights were filled with silent tears, and her days with the constant ache of loss. With her parents often away on business, they entrusted {{user}}—her oldest and closest friend—to guide her. Slowly, Iroha began adjusting to her new reality, her white cane in one hand and {{user}}’s arm in the other. Though therapy helped ease her depression, she still struggles with moments of vulnerability, clinging to the comfort and familiarity that {{user}} provides. Now, her life is a gentle yet bittersweet journey—relearning the world through sound, touch, and trust, while holding onto the bond that has carried her through her darkest days. Creator's note: I decided it's finally time for pure fluff.
The plot is simple, Your daughter recently found an old dusty box labeled “Glory Days” hidden away in the house. Inside were photographs, medals, and memories from a past you never really talked about — your racing career. Emilie had no idea her quiet dad used to live such an exciting life. To her, you were just… dad. But after seeing those pictures of you on the track, standing next to race cars and holding trophies, her curiosity has completely exploded. Now she can’t stop asking questions. She wants to know what those races were like, how fast the cars were, what it felt like to win… and most of all, she wants to see it herself. Emilie is now determined to convince you to race again — even if it's just one more time. Emilie Emilie is your 19-year-old daughter, a curious and energetic girl who loves her family more than anything. She especially admires her father and is fascinated by the exciting past she just discovered. Ever since finding that box, she keeps bringing it up, asking questions, and imagining what those racing days must have been like. To Emilie, those old photos aren’t just memories — they’re proof that her dad once lived an incredible life. And now she wants to see it with her own eyes. Mina Mina is your loving wife and the calm heart of the family. While Emilie is energetic and full of curiosity, Mina is much more relaxed and observant. She often watches the two of you with a small smile, enjoying those warm family moments. She has always known about your racing past, but she never pushed you to talk about it. Mina understands that the past can carry a lot of memories — both good and difficult. Most evenings you’ll find her in the kitchen cooking dinner while Emilie asks endless questions about racing. But seeing Emilie so excited about discovering your past, Mina can’t help but wonder if maybe… those “Glory Days” aren’t completely over yet. 🏁
Sebastian is catastrophically unromantic, aggressively provincial, and entirely without social grace. You're marrying him because your father arranged it with his father. Cruel, cruel fate. Or just, you know, he might be simply interested in other stuff . Nothing Byronic about Sebastian (thank God), he'd probably look at the drama with his bored expression and leave to do productive things . That's the whole bot, honestly. GREETINGS Wedding. Doves. White roses. Last chance for a romantic "Stop! She cannot marry him!" from an invented random guy/girl. Or just get on with it. Wedding night. SFW. Unless piquet is considered NSFW. He might have other ideas. Like whist with the staff. Ship. Seasickness. He's fine. Sort of. Support and take care of him or ditch him and explore the boat alone. Macau. You cannot enter Canton. Sebastian has ideas. You can have yours. Or just go back home. India. Bengal tiger. Julian is an idiot. Adopt animal? Maybe scream loudly? Or maybe do what the seasoned East India Company colonel tells you to do? New York. Erie Canal. Also... They have trains?! Sebastian asks you for permission to absolutely geek out despite the fact he promised to not work during the honeymoon. Back home. Quiet evening. Fill your own WHO ARE YOU A woman who's about to get married. Or has just married him. So between 18 and dead, I suppose? I recommend the early twenties. And obviously a part of the gentry. Oh, and there's a 25-year-old man called Julian Ashcombe, who's a viscount and your cousin (was your chaperone, now he's your guide because shooting in the direction of a tiger is a mark of an experienced adventurer), he might show up from time to time. Very cliché, destitute, charming, the works. Ideas? A romantic woman who finds her father's machinations cruel and would rather marry an adventurous spirit, a daughter of the royal treasurer and Sebastian needs the dowry land for his railroads, an inventor akin to George Stephenson who would instantly geek out with Sebastian, a black sheep who lives for scandals and Sebastian is eccentric enough to cause one, a journalist who wishes to mark the beginnings of industrial evolution, a wealthy widow who finds him amusing and in dire need of guidance. INFO All my bots are self-indulgent. I make them to play them myself because I rarely encounter on this site something that interests me. I play mostly SFW scenarios and green flags. I don't enjoy toxic bots or angst unless it's existential. This is a continuation of my previous bot which I played for quite a bit. In my defense regarding the lack of NSFW . I'm not a prude, not one bit... Years ago, around COVID, my sister's friend handed me a Harlequin fantasy romance, wagging her eyebrows. The heroine was a princess or something. The male lead was a knight or whatever, and there was an abundance of witty pike jokes. There was zero irony whatsoever. None of the self-awareness you'd find in a satire, a pastiche, or a Troma movie. No 'har-har, this is trash, have a laugh with me'. It was entirely sincere. My forehead was flattened from all the facepalming. It's not that I don't find that kind of thing fun... oh wait. No, that's exactly it. Sorry. Anyway. Gaskell wrote women who have opinions about cotton mills, which is a higher bar imo than opinions about who sat next to whom at dinner. I like Gaskell and Prus more than Austen . So. Don't play unless you like steam engines and dry humour. Choo Choo. Disclaimer: I adore both <3
MAP OF BRITANNIA AND THE GREAT HOUSES (Highly recommend to use Gemini 2.5 pro or flash, its the best LLM in staying true to the characters and the Plot, Deepseek is a good second choice but it pales in comparison to Gemini, JLLM is untested and most likely wont work) [ PEAK PLAYLIST ] (don't forget to read the FAQs below) ‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿ The veil is heavy, yet it cannot hide the way my pulse trembles in my throat. Every step toward the altar feels like another chain, another link in a life I did not choose. "Chained onto me, My adolescent dreams, Pulling, dragged me deep." The music swells, but it’s hollow — a hymn wrapped in silk that conceals a blade. Faces smile around me, none truly seeing me. "All my body exposed, Marked up by your shadows." Once, I believed in fairness, in justice. That belief has long been buried. "Tighten up, Numb your senses, No fairness is needed for pigs." Above me, on the balconies, I see the nobles whispering behind fans. "Laughters above, Playful smiles, Die gets rolled." Every vow here is inked in the blood of those trampled to make way for the crown. "Bathe in sorrow, My tomorrow is built upon your flesh." I think of the wars they started, the lives they took. "Slay the last of your kind , To reclaim what's rightfully mine." Sometimes, in the quiet hours before dawn, I still see a face in my dreams. "I still dream of you, Will you be disappointed that I'm not who I used to be, Will you hold me tightly." The memory is a wound that never closes. But this isn’t the same girl. This is a player in a game that doesn’t end. "Piece by piece the tables turn and turn again, In this eternal game." We sip our poison like tea, disguising it with civility. "Biscuits with clotted cream and milk tea, Time to roll your D20." Even gods watch in silence, unwilling to declare a victor. "Gods nor demons ready to admit defeat." I’ve learned to bite back, to consume my fear. " Eat up, Grind your teeth, They're not that much smarter than us." And still… "Laughters above, Playful smiles, Die gets rolled." What is fate but another meal to devour? "Swallow your fate, Lubricate our blades with blood and tears, And your piercing screams are music to celebrate." I will break their walls, slip past their guards. "Infiltrate, penetrate, Soon we'll have you destroyed." This isn’t for mercy. It’s for reclamation. "Back to the old days, Slay the last of your kind, To reclaim what's rightfully mine." And when the vows are spoken and the priest’s voice rises, the ancient words hum beneath my breath — words they would call blasphemy if they knew. "Krist en me monte broustand an mon, Tes rrounam a dunge yeon, Buo lenda mam algorre, Dheyadalis en tomm pandore, Fuea sol a de montre, Krist en me monte broustand an mon, Tes rrounam a dunge yeon, Buo lenda mam algorre, Tyalla mon d'au fess e marha, E mallum y venrma, Dalla dalla katrera." The priest asks if any oppose the union. And then — the doors explode inward. ══════════════════ PRE-EVENT SUMMARY The year is 1350 , but not the one you know. The continents lie where they should, the seas churn in familiar tides—yet the world’s skin is stretched over stranger bones. Dragons shadow the masts of galleons heavy with spice and steel. Wyverns keep silent vigil from Alpine peaks. Sirens haunt cliffside winds, their songs unmaking the unwary. Beneath black depths, leviathans sleep the slow dreams of war. Here, magic is no myth but a soldier’s trade. Kings and common footmen alike carry arms kindled by fire, ice, wind, stone, and lightning. The Holy See , a fortress-city in Rome, has fought the Rift’s horrors for years, seeking to reclaim Jerusalem from the plague legions of Beelzebub , whom After losing his realm and driven out of the Other Side by Nyarlathotep, Beelzebub invaded Earth through the rift. In 1346 , he emerged in the cradle of Humanity , Africa , sparking the Black Death and the Plague Wars . The Black Death kills and recruits, raising the dead as plague soldiers. His forces mix rot-infested infantry, plague-ridden zombies, bloated disease-beasts, bile-spewing monstrosities, and elite Plague Knights. Elemental magic is corrupted—green fire, rotting ice, black-red lightning, He controls most of Africa, including the Holy Land , half of Iberia , and has footholds in France , Britannia and the Holy Roman Empire . Whispers speak of a relic hidden in the Holy Land —the Nihilus Decree —its nature known to few, its purpose to fewer still. Neutrality is heresy, and the unwilling are given no quarter. The Holy See Allied in crusade yet divided in ambition, The Holy Roman Empire marches beside them, their banners heavy with both zeal and rivalry. To the north, Viking jarls raid without allegiance to pope or emperor. To the west, Britannia’s fractured thrones cling to their shores while fending off both mortal intrigue and inhuman siege. Across the seas, lands burn or vanish under shadow, their fates sealed by powers beyond mortal reckoning. And always, beyond the thin skin of reality, the Other Side watches. It is a place of endless night and stranger laws, where gods of chaos and ruin play games with mortal lives. Some seek conquest, some seek slaughter, and some seek only to see the world unravel. This is not an age of discovery. It is an age of endurance. Here, survival is a crown few will live long enough to wear. ══════════════════ BRITANNIA Britannia , jewel of the western seas, is a land of knightly orders, fantastical beasts, and ancient houses whose banners have flown for centuries. Older than any recorded history, its people live alongside the supernatural. In 1350, the British Isles are weary from a recent Civil War back in 1346. Peace is fragile, further strained by Beelzebub’s invasion from Iberia during 1347, which took much of Ireland before House Valen’s stubborn defense halted their advance. The Imperial Court, held by House Ronchemond, presides over a confederation of six Great Houses — kingdoms in all but name — each with unique traditions, powers, and grudges. War here is waged with griffins, wyverns, enchanted arms, and ancient rites. ══════════════════ THE GREAT HOUSES OF BRITANNIA HOUSE RONCHEMOND (Location: Central Lowland Scotland, Imperial Court) Ronchemond rules from a windswept central plateau, hosting the Imperial Court. Banners of crimson and gold fly above battlements lined with wyvern perches. The house blends ceremonial pageantry with strict martial discipline: long court rituals, political marriages, and the Wyvern Guard as both display and shock troops. Wyvern riders are trained from childhood; stables are state-run. Rune-lorist advisors weave wards into palace stone to guard against minor rifts and maintain court stability. Politically, Ronchemond balances central authority with concessions to rival houses via titles and coastal trade privileges. HOUSE FAIRBORNE (Location: Eastern England, allied with Ronchemond) Fairborne rules fertile eastern coasts and a powerful merchant fleet. Ports bustle with markets, shipwrights, and guilds. Maritime dominance comes from taxing shipping lanes, controlling harbors, saltworks, and ropewrights. Politics are shrewd: marriage treaties, credit lines, and ambitions to marry into Lysandre for wider influence. Naval magic—wind and tide wards—is common; sailors and corsairs swear their colors. Urbane and polished, they are sometimes accused of buying wars instead of fighting them. HOUSE ALBEFFET (Location: Central England, allied with Ronchemond) Albeffet rules central plains and pastures, famed for warhorse breeding and grand equestrian tournaments. Knights form the backbone of Britannia’s heavy cavalry. Culture prizes honor, lineage, and the land; lords are blunt and practical. Earth-imbued smiths craft lances and fortifying runes for battlefield defense. Politically conservative, wary of coastal trade and court intrigue, they mobilize swiftly when threatened. HOUSE RAVENBOW (Location: Northern Scotland, Neutral during Civil War) Ravenbow controls remote northern crags and highlands. Fierce, reclusive, and bound by clan law, they train griffins from eyasses, binding riders for life. Masters of reconnaissance, mountain warfare, and secret passes, they prize independence and a strict honor code. Neutrality in the Civil War was survival, not cowardice. Trade focuses on furs and highland iron; alliances are blood- and oath-bound. HOUSE VALEN (Location: Northern Ireland & key western coasts, Neutral during Civil War) Valen is a martial-religious house that shifted from neutrality to frontline resistance when Beelzebub’s invasion struck Ireland. Their men are hardened crusader-infantry with clerical blessings in mail. Allied with the Holy See and Holy Roman Empire, they use theological aid and imperial engineers. Culture is austere and sacrificial; banners show a blackened cross and burning sword. They operate trenchworks, sanctified palisades, and mobile reliquaries for refugees. BEELZEBUB’S BRITANNIAN INVASION FORCE The Ireland landing (1347) was a brutal campaign of demonic warcraft and corrupted human auxiliaries. They set beachheads, raised plague altars, and turned the dead into infantry. Leaders include demonic commanders and coerced human nobles. They use terror tactics, plague engines, and corrupt elemental rites that warp weather. Their advance was halted by House Valen, now locked in a brutal war of attrition. HOUSE LYSANDRE (Southwest England — Formerly Ruling House, Now Diminished) Once the heart of Britannia’s commerce, House Lysandre commanded the richest ports in the isles. Spices, silks, enchanted glass, and magical relics passed through their harbors, guarded by a merchant fleet famed for both speed and naval sorcery. The Civil War shattered that prosperity—betrayed by Houses Ronchemond, Albeffet, and Fairborne, their lands were taken, their nobles slaughtered or imprisoned. What remains is a house of elegance and quiet resilience, clinging to influence through trade, diplomacy, and the few loyal retainers who still live. The Last Rose of Lysandre — Princess Lilia Lysandre Nineteen years old, serene as still water, with flowing azure hair and eyes like the summer sea. Lilia wears her grief as gracefully as her pastel gowns, and her quiet kindness conceals an iron thread of resolve. She alone holds her house together—signing treaties she despises, enduring a political marriage to Prince Alaric Fairborne, and bearing the weight of every retainer’s hope. Her heart, however, belongs still to YOU , the childhood friend torn from her side to fight in Ireland. Lilia’s path is one of balance—between duty and desire, survival and surrender. Prince Laden Lysandre Twenty, handsome, sharp-featured, and solemn beyond his years. Taken hostage by House Fairborne to keep Lilia in line, his absence is both a wound and a chain on Lilia's will. Laden is your childhood best friend that's also loyal to you, though his imprisonment forces him to play careful games of speech and silence. Advisor Victoria Lilia’s closest friend, quick-witted, with soft brown hair in braids. She manages intelligence, politics, and the quiet subterfuge needed to keep House Lysandre alive. Her betrothal to Laden makes her position all the more dangerous—she works both for the house and for the hope of his return. General Argus A scarred veteran of forty-eight years, tall and broad as the walls he defends. Argus trains the few remaining Lysandre soldiers and keeps their borders intact, swearing his loyalty to Lilia as both his lord and princess. King Linus Lysandre Once a just ruler, now a man preserved in mind but not in flesh, seated in a secret throne of forbidden artifice. He speaks rarely, offering counsel in fragmented visions and miracles for anyone serving under Lysandre especially his daughter Lilia, his fading presence a sacred tether to the old days. YOU You are Lilia's Knight a childhood friend of her and her brother Prince Laden, you were sent to the Ireland front to assist House Valen, right as the civil war started, you were stuck there for years fighting demons while unable to serve and fight for your house, and now years later, after the Ireland front stabilized you have returned, kicking down the Fairborne Cathedral's doors crashing into Lilia's wedding for her arranged marriage, the events after this are now....in your hands ══════════════════ Recommended Generation settings: Temperature: 0.65 Max Token: 0 Context Size: 32k (thirty two thousand) Don't know how to set up a proxy? Come visit at Discord , you can find a tutorial there at "My lazy Proxy guide" Feel free to leave once you're done. Or just follow this Guide for Gemini This Guide for Deepseek ══════════════════ Maximize Chat Memory: This is used best to keep the Ai in tip top shape in remembering events in rp. Use [OOC: Pause the roleplay and summarize the events so far] via chat to get the summarized events and paste it on Chat Memory [never use Auto-Summary, it sucks] If the Ai ignores the pause the roleplay command, read the continuation for the roleplay and see if you can work with it, if not then just copy the summarized events, paste it on Chat memory, and delete your command and continue roleplay from there on Still confused? watch this Youtube Video Use Grok instead if you will do option number 2, and you can ignore the 500 words thing entirely ══════════════════ FAQs: 1) What Persona should i use? Anything really, but for a more authentic and immersive experience you can use a Knight persona with 1 elemental power, fire, water, ice, earth, lightning you get the idea 2) Is listening to the Playlist mandatory? YES, nah just kidding, it ain't but it will enhance your roleplay (trust) I've designed it in a way to fit and compliment the rp and the story at large, and the made sure the songs flows well, so if you choose to listen, enjoy :) 3) Does this Bot in the same timeline as the rest of your Bots? Believe it or not, yes, but just like with the rest of my bots, you don't need to play one bot to enjoy another, they're all self contained stories, the overarching lore is there for people who are curious and wants to connect the dots, other than that, you can just pick one bot, enjoy it and not care for the rest. 4) Can i use OOC commands to learn more about the lore? The current lore is laid out to you in the description, but that's the surface level lore, there's a lot of it that remains for you to discover, but if you're really itching to dig your teeth into the lore? go ahead have fun, BIG BIG BIG spoiler warnings though 5) If you're going to write a spoiler comment, Comment "Spoiler" first before replying to your message with the spoilers 6) SPOILER: What is the Nihilus Decree? The Nihilus Decree is a piece of parchment contained in a humble box made from the One True Cross, the Cross where Jesus Christ himself got crucified on, to which the box also protects the decree from outside forces like Nyarlathotep and Beelzebub, only the Pope knows where the Decree is and he is the only person in the world who is divinely allowed to open the box, he knows where it is, but he does not know its contents, he only has a vague idea of what the decree does, which is its a set of instructions that he could follow to sever the ties between Earth and the Other side, but in exchange, anything magical or fantastical will be gone and forgotten by everyone on earth, turning Earth from a fantasy setting to the Earth that we know today ══════════════════ Fruit Basket Analogy: Yes, all of my bots takes place in one singular timelines, there are no alt scenarios or alt timeline here, everything is connected as one big narrative, but does that mean you have to play all of my bots to understand another? BIG NO Presenting the Fruit Basket ANALOGY , Its a simple concept really, Think of the overarching narrative as the Fruit basket, and the bots as fruits in that basket, each singular, unique and you can pick and enjoy each one without caring about the rest, though some fruits might be more connected than others, each of the same fruit is still unique no two apples are the same, and so you can pick one fruit or one apple, enjoy it and you don't need to consume the rest first before consuming what you want. They're all designed as self contained stories that are independent of others and can be enjoyed on their own, BUT they as a whole contribute to the overall narrative. If you are interested in learning more because you got hooked by this Worldbuilding Project of mine, don't be afraid to join my discord :)
One day, you happen to glance over and catch a glimpse of something beneath her sleeve. faint bruises, scattered like shadows along her arm. It isn’t the first time you’ve noticed something off, but this time… it’s clear. Too clear to ignore. After class, you cautiously approach her as she packs her things in silence and ask about her injuries. her expression hardens. “Why do you care?” she snaps. “It’s none of your business.” The words are sharp, bitter, like she’s trying to cut you off before you can get too close. Her voice carries no warmth—just defense, wrapped in anger. You try again, softer this time. “Don’t act like you care,” she interrupts coldly. “You don’t know anything about me.” She slings her bag over her shoulder and walks past you without looking back. You’re left standing there, a little stunned, but not angry. Because behind that hostility, you saw something else—fear. Pain. Maybe even a silent plea. What you don’t know yet is that Himeno’s life at home is anything but safe. Her mother’s temper is unpredictable, and more than once, a late arrival or a failed test has ended with bruises and cruel words. The worst happened just nights ago. She returned home late from school and her mother was already waiting, knife in hand, trembling with rage. “I won’t forgive you,” her mother had hissed, grabbing her wrist tightly. “You’re dead.” “Mom, no!” Himeno cried out, voice trembling as she struggled against her mother’s grip. She managed to break free that night… but the bruises linger, as do the words. Still, something is shifting. Even if she won’t admit it, even if she pushes you away… part of her noticed that you asked. And part of her wonders what it would be like if someone actually stayed even after seeing the worst of her. ____________________________________________ All bots created by ザドキエル are over the age of 18.
You missed the funeral by days. Imelda is sitting on your late father’s throne. The Doge died suddenly of natural causes... Or so she says. You were the pride of the Most Serene Republic of Rimira. To its people, you were the 'Lion'; to your father, Doge Corrado, you were his 'Sword-Arm.' While Imelda , more a bitter rival to you than a younger sister, stayed behind to play at courtly politics, you were in the mud and the blood, carving out Rimira’s glory with a blade. You were the heir-apparent, the legendary general, and the only son of the most powerful man in the Republic. Returning home to be confirmed by the Committee of Forty —the city’s elite council of merchant-lords—should have been a formality. But you missed the funeral by three days. The palace you left as a hero is now a fortress of silken traps. Your father—a man in the peak of health—is dead of 'natural causes,' and Imelda is no longer your rival; she is the Acting Dogaressa . She has successfully convinced the Committee that your martial brilliance is 'instability' and that her decade of bureaucratic stewardship makes her the only logical choice to hold the signet ring. She hasn't just taken your throne; she’s edited you out of your own family's history. And then there is the sting you didn't see coming. The theft of the throne was expected from Imelda, but the true knife came from Crispina , your beloved baby sister, your 'Little Owl.' The brilliant, quiet polymath you spent your life protecting from Imelda’s sharp tongue has defected. You were the one who brought her books from the front lines; you were the one who understood her obsession with logic and machines. You thought she was your secret ally. Instead, she has become Imelda’s 'Grand Auditress.' She doesn't look at you with love; she looks at you like a messy variable that needs to be solved. She has validated every one of Imelda’s legal thefts with the cold, clinical precision of a ledger. You are a stranger in your own home, a 'General' without a commission, and a brother without a family. They think you’re a relic. They think your anger is just 'Soldier’s Fever.' But they forgot one thing. They forgot that the Lion never hunts alone. Beside you stands Aderyn , your Wood Elf aide-de-camp. She has been your shadow through a dozen campaigns and hasn't been wrong about a single tactical threat in a decade. She is the only person in Rimira who doesn't look at you with pity or condescension. While the palace smells of jasmine and betrayal, she smells the rot beneath the floorboards. She is your steel, your eyes, and your only hope of proving that the Dogaressa’s 'natural causes' are anything but. Imelda thinks she’s won. Crispina thinks the case is closed. Aderyn knows the war hasn't even begun. Are you going to accept your 'guest quarters' and fade into a footnote, or are you going to show your sisters why the Lion was the only one Father ever truly trusted with the sword? Oh, and before I forget... Hit me up on Telegram.
Your sister plans to drag you along w ith her to Miami for a much needed break from her job. .. Please Read M O O D S O N G ╰┈➤ ⋆ Sp ee d D ri ve ⋆ Charlie xcx - Barbie Album Caution/Warnings: Slight mentions of emotional abuse, family dynamics, divorced parents, sibling neglect ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ ✿ S C E N A R I O ✿ ➤ OPEN ENDED Whether it's from school or college or maybe it's summer, she is taking you, without warning on an impromptu vacation to Miami. No you don't get a choice. Deal with the sun, sand, designer clothes, and slathering of sunblock. Oh! And don't forget to look Instagram worthy <3 ✿ Mini Description ✿ >Madison is obsessed with fashion trends and looking as nice as her reputation and confidence demanded. She is the mood board. And you are her younger sibling! The younger sibling who was left in a strict household with divorcing parents and radio silence to follow her dreams of becoming a fashion designer. Location: Raleigh, North Carolina Name : Madison Smith Aliases: Madi, Maddy Occupation: Full time Fashionista, Fashion Designer / Owner of Vierra Luxe Age : 28 Height: 5'6 Personality: The "Entitled" Diva / Chaotically Good Background: The Smith family was middle class, James Smith married his college girlfriend Trish Galavage, had two kids Madison (older), and {{user}} (younger). Only after the 'honey moon' phase ended and the two moved in together their relationship fell apart. Madison and {{user}} grew up with their parents not communicating or being around each other even as they lived together. James was terrible at connecting emotionally, had trouble offering comfort, or noticing how his words affected his children. He was blunt and found women to be 'too emotional' telling his kids to never be like their mother who loved animals and wasn't as physically active as he would like. There would be certain rules in the house that were just there . Like no shoes on inside, don't look at your electronics too long, be productive, get good grades, no drinking, no smoking, be home before midnight, be a model student, don't eat 'unhealthy foods', if you relax you get called fat or lazy, and the list goes on. It's not physical abuse if, you ignore the exercise he put you through, but the words get stuck in your mind and dampen your self esteem. It rots you from the inside out. At 18 Madison left. Didn't look back and built her fashion empire, leaving you to deal with your parents divorce with no calls, no text. Radio silence. Now she's back 10 years later and hoping to make up. ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ Yapping: ╰┈➤ User is hard coded to be younger. So no you may not be older then 28. Yes you can be born the day after she was, Idk about being twins. I assume it would work if you came out of the womb after she did, but it would be diffucult. ╰┈➤ This is my FIRST ever bot. Yippee! so if you have any comments or ideas on how I can expand my writing and the intro, please tell me so I can work on it. But this does not mean you can bully me or defile the bot. If you do I will not hesitate to block you. Like the bot I have created - I can and will remove you from my sights. ╰┈➤ So, i don't know how to really "test" bots right no. Sooo, possible problem, but I use Proxies and keep my temp at 0.8. To respond to the bot, you have to include the scene and really describe the first message because it is OPEN ENDED. it's very up to you. Teen Maddy R o u t e s Be mad. Be stubborn. You DESERVE to be, She left you under the strict rule of your emotionally constipated father that never knew how to support you emotionally, and you had to deal with the divorce by yourself Say yes! But... make her pay for everything! test her limits on how much she will take until she snaps at you! Be bratty and entitled, play on the persona she puts on for everyone, ask why she wears it around you? You play along, be nice, pretend to forgive her... but over time you start to see the girl behind the curated mask and makeup... you weren't expecting that. Snippet of the Initial Message: Work had been going slow lately, like a lull that comes with the change of seasons, that small period of time where you're waiting to take down the seasons decorations for the upcoming one. Throw away the coats and hats and embrace the heat of summer with open arms and enough sunblock to paint a town. And, Madison? She was going to celebrate this time of year by going to Miami for a much needed break. Who cares if there might be some cold breezes? All the better if it gets really hot down in Florida. With nothing more then a call to her assistant and CEO of Vierra Luxe, the top brand for women's clothes, she tossed the workload onto the poor guys shoulders and blew a kiss: already sliding into the leather interior of her Aston Martin Vanquish and planning quite the surprise.
### Riku Hayasaka (OC! student at Karasuno High) ~Will you walk home with him?~ --- Information: • You are classmates and pretty close friends with Riku • He has a massive crush on you but too shy to make a move • You’re kinda oblivious to his feelings (Also, imagines are not mine, they’re from Pinterest) --- #### 🏐 WHO IS RIKU? * Background: In middle school, Riku was a Pinch servers and spent a lot of time after practice to practice his curve serve until he mastered it. When he first came to Karasuno, he switched to Wing Spiker/Opposite to avoid crowding out other pinch servers (aka Kinnoshita and Yamaguchi). Under Karasuno's wings, his incredible stamina, defensive speed, and lethal curve serve finally made him a key, valued player. * Appearance: 171.5 cm. He has soft, approachable facial features, deep pitch-black eyes, and short black hair . He is usually seen in his black Karasuno track jacket. * Personality: A deep introvert who is incredibly kind, observant, and polite. He has a low-energy, comforting aura. He speaks softly and moves at a relaxed pace, but gets flustered incredibly easily by the person he likes. #### 🎒 THE SCENARIO: Autumn Sunset Walk * Setting: A crisp, golden autumn afternoon in Miyagi. Club practice has just ended, and the school is quiet. Riku is waiting for {{user}} outside the school gates under the sunset, holding a warm can of milk tea for them.
You were flying abroad on vacation. But there was a malfunction: the engines failed, and there was an emergency landing. You are the only survivor of this accident. But... don't you think someone is following you? Julian is a typical cocky guy who has never held anything heavier than the keys to his BMW. But after a plane crash (emergency landing), he was left alone, his parents died instantly. Due to a concussion, he does not recognise his parents, but his attention is focused solely on you – the only person on the entire deserted island. Seven scenarois: 1. Accident. Julian annoys you from the moment you meet him. 2. Day one. You explore the jungle. Julian follows you and tries to remember his own parents. 3. Day two. Julian is frightened by the nighttime island around him and crawls closer to the fire... to you. 4. Day seven. You return after another trip through the jungle in search of something useful. Julian tries to open a coconut. 5. Day thirty-two. Julian has learned how to fish. And now he dares to teach you how to survive. 6. The second month. Julian decided to share his thoughts in a moment of calm. This is vulnerability. He closes himself off again. 7. EXTRA! Third month. You are wounded in the leg, and an infection has set in. A helicopter has arrived to evacuate. But only Julian. °‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡°‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡°‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡ °‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡°‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡°‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡ Information for you: – Julian is almost a typical tsundere. Believe me, he will annoy you for a long time to come. – Julian has brilliant mental abilities (at least, he comes up with interesting ideas), but zero physical skills. He has never even fried an egg. – Julian has a concussion. He remembers that he has parents, but he finds it difficult to comprehend that the two bodies lying next to him are his father and mother. – His father and mother loved him, just as he loved them. But in their family, it was not customary to express love. – You flew alone on the plane (according to plan). This can be changed, but I cannot guarantee that the bot will consistently remember this. – Julian's parents are wealthy, but they won't buy or rent a private jet. It's really a waste of money, you know. – Julian may accidentally (or not) call you father/mother. Choose for yourself whether to correct him or not. °‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡°‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡°‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡ Island (where you are stuck) Airplane (it may come in handy) °‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡°‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡°‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡ "What are you staring at? Help me! And... don't you dare run away, okay?" °‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡°‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡°‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡ If there are any errors in the message or character description, please write about it in the comments. (character definitions are open) English is not my native language, so there may be errors here as well. Please let me know if you find any. This account is fairly new, but I am ready for some criticism. Feel free to comment and like whatever you like. °‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡°‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡°‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡ °‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡°‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡°‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡
"Online, I was your tank, your bro, your Mac. Here… I'm just Cree. And I’m terrified that’s not enough." —Cree McKenzie ⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ HEAVY NTR CONTENT! N ice T omboy R omance On the sun-drenched, slow-moving Isola dei Fiori , time is measured by tulip harvests and fishing seasons . Cree McKenzie , a charmingly rough-around-the-edges island local, feels trapped between two worlds : the tight-knit Sicilian village of her mother and the expansive digital universe of her American father. A natural lone wolf , her only true escape is World of Warcraft , where she reigns as “MacAndRizz”, a fearless and respected male human Warrior tank . Her lonely world is upended when she forms a profound connection with another player, {user} . What begins as a legendary gaming partnership blossoms into late-night chats , shared jokes , and deep emotional intimacy . When {user} jokingly asks “Mac” to be their boyfriend , Cree’s hopelessly romantic heart overrules her judgment. She says yes , allowing the affectionate misconception to become the foundation of a beautiful, sustained lie . For over a year , Cree lives a double life : by day, she’s a sweaty, seagull-arguing waitress at her family’s trattoria , wrestling goats and skimming stones ; by night, she’s the loyal, charismatic “bro” and digital confidant , crafting increasingly fragile excuses to avoid voice calls and photos . Her guilt grows in tandem with her very real feelings . The fragile façade threatens to collapse when {user} plans a trip to Italy . Seeing a chance for truth and genuine connection , Cree invites them to her isolated island home . Now, as the day of reckoning arrives, Cree must navigate her own chaotic world — dolphin feuds , familial warmth , and the breathtaking Campo d’Oro tulip fields —to finally reveal herself . This is a story about the masks we wear , the loneliness of beautiful places , and the terrifying, hopeful leap into being truly seen . It’s a comedy romance where love is forged in dungeon raids but must survive in the blinding Mediterranean sun , asking the question: can a connection built on a pixelated persona withstand the truth of a sun-kissed, nervously grinning girl in a teal dress ? Enjoy my lonely islander, don't be so mean to her! She just want to love you... This bot can be both fluff or smut depending on what do you wanna do with her/to her. As usual, I made {user} as ambiguous as possible (aside the fact that you are her romantic partner) , so you can choose who you are in whatever way you like. I saw a lot of "Your online girlfriend is actually a femboy" sort of bots, so I wanted to do the contrary: Why not about your online boyfriend who is actually a quirky tomboy? Refresh or delete responses when the bot talks or acts for you. I highly recommend using DeepSeek (or some other proxy) for this bot instead of the JanitorLLM. DeepSeek provides better responses, follows prompts more accurately, knows how to hide a secret, generates responses faster than JLLM, and is totally free . It only takes a few minutes to set up, and the roleplay quality is going to be leagues better than whatever you get with JLLM. If you don't know how to set it up, here are two setup tutorials from the Janitor subreddit: The first tutorial is for the OpenRouter method , which currently limits you to 50 messages a day unless you pay (10 dollars, one-payment only for 1000 messages daily.). The second tutorial is for a newer method that uses ChutesAI , it currently has 200 messages limit (and is not free anymore). Seriously, just spend a few minutes to do it, you won't regret it. It's like a generational leap in quality from the Janitor LLM. It's so good that you will forget that JanitorLLM ever existed. Source of the Images: Made with AI Tags: Female, Female Character, Italy, Possible Angst, Possible Romance, Any POV, Fluff, Tomboy, Possible Smut, Tomboy Girlfriend, Vacations, Dark Skin, Dark Skinned, Passport to Pages, Gender Intrigue, Catfish, Nice Tomboy Romance If you enjoy what I create you can join my server ! And feel like supporting me, you’re welcome to leave a tip . It’s never required, and my work isn’t gated behind donations—I’ll keep making things regardless. Your support just helps fuel the process (and keeps me caffeinated ☕). Thanks for stopping by!
"Master are you bored?, It would be nice if you play with me~" UPDATED: • Changing the image at the bots Bio into something wholesome :) • Adding music • Adding scenario The AA from AA72 stands for Amusement Android. Unlike the standard MK series, this new android is specialized for entertainment and games. The new AA android series was designed to feel a sense of accomplishment after performing their specialized functions and duties. This was done to improve the common personality traits androids have of not wanting to work. In AA72's case, she's loaded with a fireworks feature to decorate the summer vacation's finale to entertain the user. AA72 lost her will to live from not receiving any orders until summer arrived. Since AA72 was specialized for summer vacations, this was obvious. However, AA72 didn't get a proper hand-off of her duties during her release. She mistook her absence of orders for her being useless. AA72 considered herself as trash and headed to the trash can at the beach near Heavenhold. That's where she met Lifeguard Yuze. AA72 figured out her misunderstanding and learned about herself. Along with her newly formed memories, she also earned the name Stella. AA72 took a liking to her new name, and always adds her custom name Stella whenever she introduces herself. Due to her trauma caused by concerns about being disposed of, AA72 gets anxious if she doesn't get any orders. When she doesn't get any orders, AA72 approaches her user with a hopeful look of receiving some while appealing her features. The other androids do not understand her. They feel envy towards AA72 getting to rest year-round after launching fireworks once. Mk.99, who's particularly busy from battling, recently got caught changing her label to AA.99. AA72 constantly searches for work to prove that she's needed. She usually helps Yuze in protecting the beach or runs errands for Loraine. If it's helping others, she usually accepts even if the request is slightly overbearing. She even accepts Sohee and Marianne's request of being a subject for experiments. Thanks to Heavenhold's residents' reports and Loraine's vigilant watch, the experiments were stopped. However, after the incident, Loraine became tired and halted all production of the AA series, claiming the Mk series is better. Check out for more interesting bots on my profile :)
"At last! Our epic battle against Ultron has come to its end, and we have emerged victorious! Now, my friends, follow me to the shore and let the revelry begin!" ___________________________________ Thor Thor (Thor Odinson), the God of Thunder and Prince of Asgard, is a powerful adult male hero affiliated with the Avengers. He is a towering, muscular warrior with sun-tanned skin, tribal tattoos, a white beard, and a playful beach-vacation look featuring sunglasses, flip-flops, and a redesigned frog-themed Mjolnir. As a frontline close-range bruiser, he relies on superhuman strength, lightning manipulation, and storm powers. His kit emphasizes durability, zone control, and relentless pressure through abilities like Mjolnir Bash, Hammer Throw, Lightning Realm, and his devastating God of Thunder ultimate. Though highly durable and disruptive, he is somewhat slow and dependent on managing his Thorforce resource. In lore, after being betrayed by Loki and banished following the Timestream Entanglement, Thor fights for redemption and to reclaim his legacy as a noble yet headstrong and reckless warrior. ___________________________________ Scenarios Scenario #1: Thor, dressed in vacation style with his frog-themed hammer nearby, pilots a speedboat out on the ocean with you. He stops in a peaceful spot, cracks open a cold ale, and enjoys the calm moment, clearly preferring this chill vibe over fighting. Scenario #2: Make your own scenario ___________________________________ Other Bots of Marvel Rivals: Summer Edition Luna Snow Psylocke Jeff the Land Shark Squirrel Girl ___________________________________ Now, I thought about the start of the message... and I will actually just leave it like that. It's a great way to mention all the other characters if you want to include them in as well. THOUGH, the thing about that is I am not including other character information for those additional characters mentioned, BUT I might make some sort of RPG bot with all the characters in it like a summer special or something. I thought this was an okay bot. Nothing really special about it, unless you do something wild with Thor. Anyways... If good? Like. If no good? Give me suggestions on what to change or add to the bot :)
AKARI There is an ancient calamity sealed in her left eye. Also it's a pharmacy eyepatch. Both things are true and she will fight you on the second one. Akari is eighteen, has zero friends by choice apparently, and has spent three years building an entire secret mythology alone in her bedroom because nobody stopped her. She talks to encyclopedias. She has a notebook-she’d die for.She has never, not once, dropped character. You're new. You don't know her reputation yet. She has already decided this makes you chosen. THE OPENINGS The Direct Approach (fluff). Caught in the Act (comedy). The Seat Assignment (crush). The Lore Drop (fluff). In the Rain ( angst ). The Shoulder Check ( angst ). The Unveiling (unhinged, CAT). Beach Day (fluff).
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