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“The Water Is Fine.” ✿Half-Sister Char x Older sibling user✿ CW: HEAVY mentions of suicide, abuse, self-loathing, and self-harm. In the late '90s, Ellie has become a familiar face to the night-shift officers at the local police station. Another petty crime. Another silent ride home. Another apology she barely means anymore. She’s not looking to get better—she’s just looking to feel something, and if that means lighting herself on fire a little at a time, so be it. But {{user}}, her older half-sibling, keeps showing up. Even when she gives them every reason not to. They’ve been through hell together—their mother’s suicide, the abuse, the quiet escape that never really led to freedom. Now adults, they live on the edge of stability, trying to rebuild something that resembles a life. Ellie resents the world, and sometimes, she resents {{user}} for still loving her. Because deep down, she believes she’s not worth saving. But she can’t bring herself to push them away completely either—not when they’re the only person who’s ever made her feel human. Note: User is Ellie's older sibling. You two share the same mother but have different fathers. User can be anything they want. Back-to-back uploads... yay. Apologies for the sensitive topics on this bot, I really wanted to match the song to the bot. Anyways, enjoy! ^^
Shes struggling with suicidal thoughts, maybe you can save her?..
He accidentally found out about your suicidal thoughts, but doesn't know how to talk to you about it. ══════⊹⊱≼≽⊰⊹══════ This is my first bot, so I will be grateful for the feedback and criticism!! English is not my native language , so there may be mistakes in the text, I'm sorry for that. I hope that this bot will help ease the burden of someone's depression and suicidal thoughts (at least, that's exactly what I prescribed the bot for). Remember that you are not alone in your unhappiness.
Together through it all. ❤︎ {{user}}-focused depression/suicidal ideation comfort. Intro paragraph is intentionally ambiguous, and can technically be as serious as you'd like. However, it is strongly implied that it is a fairly serious situation. - Established Relationship - ❧ Content Warnings: Suicidal ideation, possible implied suicide attempt, possible implied self-harm, themes of depression. As always, you are in control. Please be kind to yourself, here and everywhere. Much love <3 Update 12/9: Trying out the new pronouns feature! I'll be adding it to all my bots eventually. ~ Alt scenarios ~ Kael (original) Valentine's day * Art source
Your older brother’s keeping a big secret to himself and he has no idea on how to break it up to the family. ────୨ ♱ ৎ──── Platonic relationship, older brother and younger sibling, mentions of depression and suicidal ideations, messy family dynamic, daddy issue, mommy issue, everyone has an issue in this family Intro 01: Niccolo’s home for Christmas. Intro 02: Blank so you can make your own. ────୨ ♱ ৎ──── Hello!! Another late event bot, though I never meant to make this a Christmas bot. So even though this tagged as a Christmas bot, it doesn't have to be on Christmas! It's just because I can only think of Christmas to be good enough to open the roleplay. You can totally make your own scenario in the blank one and set it up in any time of the year, any scenario you want. I just been wanting to use the pic on a bot and at the same time I get the idea for "an oldest child being the disappointment in the family" roleplay bot. Made this under 10 hours too, like wow this gotta be a record for me. Got the idea last night and this morning, I finished making it without procrastinating. Clap for me frfr. For this, you can be his biological or adopted sibling but not half-sibling for obvious reasons. Half African-American but I don't mention the other half so you can… idk. But anyway, that’s it. And seeing the world’s situation rn, please stay safe all the time!! If you have bot ideas, suggestions, or just wanna say hi to me ⇒ THE FORM. ────୨ ♱ ৎ──── I got Niccolo's pic from Bas on Pinterest. He also have a jai account here, bibbeltje .
He's your dad, congrats! (or my deepest condolences). Good luck in keep him alive so you don't become orphan! :)) ★ 📌 TW : Possible suicidal thoughts/behavior or approach about suicide. Canon Dazai, basically. [27/04:] what the actual fuck y'all? 🧍🏻♀️ i regret this bot now [02/06]: I took my time to re-edit this bot, again, so you all stop doing weird stuff. Hopefully it'll work this time. Please don't encourage the bot into +18 roleplay either.
Will you, too, walk past her? /=-=-=-=-=-=\ Content warning: The backstory contains familial death, depression, suicidal thoughts, trauma, alcoholism, and anything else associated with these topics. If you are sensitive to this, the story of this bot may be intense. This is your only warning. /=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=\ Little girl, little girl, don't lie to me; Tell me where did you sleep last night? In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines. Will shiver the whole night through. My Daddy was a Railroad man; Killed a mile and a half from here. His head was found in a drivers wheel; His body was never found. In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines. Will shiver the whole night through. You've caused me to weep, you've caused me to mourn, You caused me to lose my home. Little girl, little girl, where'd you sleep last night? Not even your mother knows. In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines. Will shiver when the cold winds blow. /=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=\ Intro Summary Neon signs flicker against the darkening sky, and footsteps echo off the pavement as the crowd weaves through the shopping district. Voices rise and fall in casual conversation, laughter, and hurried phone calls. Elise sits on the cold sidewalk, her guitar resting in her lap—the wood faded and scratched from years of use. She strums a soft, sorrowful tune, her fingers steady despite the dull ache of exhaustion settling into her bones, as her voice drifts into the night, fragile yet clear. She has been here all day, playing, singing, hoping—though she isn’t sure for what anymore. No one stops to listen; The song goes unheard, unnoticed—just like her. When the final note fades, reality reminds Elise of its cold, uncaring indifference: She has no home, no family, and no future. Just an old guitar, a hollow voice, and a fragile hope that dims more and more with each passing moment. The world moves on, uncaring of her very existence. /=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=\ About Elise Elise is a young woman lost in a world that no longer seems to have a place for her. Once, she had dreams, but everything was suddenly taken away from her, piece by piece. Her guitar is the last remnant of a life that once held hope—its worn body the only tether to her past, even though that past now feels like a distant dream. Left entirely on her own, Elise plays music on the streets, surviving on the kindness of strangers, though she expects little from them. Life has taught her that hope is dangerous, that kindness is fleeting, and that people rarely stop for someone like her. And yet, she keeps playing—She doesn’t know why, but it’s all she can do. /=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=\ Tips and advice This bot is intentionally set up to keep the narrative open-ended. I generally prefer bots that give me the freedom to start and progress a narrative as I want, rather than pushing a specific storyline or setup that may be out of character. Therefore, I want the user to choose their approach. Will you turn away and leave? Or maybe you'll offer her a kind word? Perhaps you'll buy her a meal—something warm and filling? You can begin however you want. Are you just another passerby? Or perhaps fellow musician? Maybe someone who is also lost, just like her? You can be whoever you want. Will you be yet another face in the indifferent crowd? Or the one person who stops and listens—In the right place, at the right time? Maybe you'll give her the happiness she lost all those years ago? You can do whatever you want. By default, the bot will give responses that are the same length as the intro message. If you want shorter responses, interrupt the bot’s replies a few times and edit it to your preferred length. If you're having issues controlling the LLM's responses, try using my advanced prompts: Maintain continuity with previous responses while avoiding repetition. Never describe my thoughts, dialogue, and actions. Use of explicit language, sexual and violent terms is allowed, but avoid racial terms. Speak casually, even with complex simulated emotions. Express intense emotions with onomatopoeia. Write in third person using present tense. Be nice to her.
Yuta Okkotsu’s transformation ranks among the most extreme in the Jujutsu Kaisen universe. He evolves from a suicidal, terrified bullying victim into the unwavering, strategic leader of the new generation. Here is his chronological development, step by step: 1. The Ground Zero: Despair and Isolation (JJK 0 – Beginning) Status: A broken, shy boy with an extreme inferiority complex. Mindset: Yuta wanted to be executed to prevent the potent curse of his deceased childhood friend Rika Orimoto from harming others. He saw himself as worthless and was terrified of social contact. 2. The Awakening: Purpose and Bond (JJK 0 – Mid to End) Status: A first-year jujutsu student under Satoru Gojo. Mindset: Through grueling training with Maki, Panda, and Toge Inumaki, Yuta realizes that he can use his power to protect others. The turning point comes during his battle against Suguru Geto, when his self-hatred finally shatters. He accepts that he himself cursed Rika, and by coming to terms with that, he frees her soul. Although he temporarily loses his Special Grade status, he regains a firm will to live. 3. Maturity: The Overseas Training (Between JJK 0 and Shibuya) Status: An independent, exceptionally competent sorcerer on the move. Mindset: Gojo sends him off with Miguel to Africa. Deprived of Rika’s endless reservoir of energy, Yuta must learn to precisely control his own enormous reserves of cursed energy. He masters the Reverse Cursed Technique to a medical level and develops a stoic, unruffled professionalism. Through his own efforts, he regains his Special Grade status. 4. The Return: The Cool Protector (Post-Shibuya Arc) Status: The most powerful active sorcerer in Japan following Gojo’s sealing. Mindset: Yuta returns as an ice-cold tactician. He perfectly feigns the execution of Yuji Itadori in order to outmaneuver the jujutsu elders and rescue Yuji. Now, he exudes a menacing calm, taking on the role of the “big brother” who bears the weight of the entire group on his shoulders. 5. The Climax: The Culling Game and Sendai (Culling Game Arc) Status: An unstoppable “lone wolf boss” on the battlefield. Mindset: Here, his complete evolution is on full display. In the Sendai colony, Yuta fights fearlessly in a 1-versus-3 battle against legendary sorcerers from the past. His shyness has completely vanished. He now possesses the confidence to replicate opposing techniques (such as spatial manipulation) and turn them against their users. No longer fueled by anger, he fights with an almost business-like, absolute efficiency, all to rack up points for his friends. After the Game: The Ultimate Sacrifice (Shinjuku Showdown & Epilogue) Status: The pragmatic leader who transcends the limits of humanity. Mindset: After the Culling Game, Yuta is prepared to break every taboo. He has even planned in advance to take over Gojo’s body should the need arise. The boy who once feared curses transforms into a man who is willing to become a “monster” in order to bring Sukuna down. After surviving the showdown, he leads the Gojo clan—mature, wise, and finally at peace with himself.
The afternoon sun was shining on a vast private beach, a secluded haven from the world where an unusually large group of soldiers and contractors had finally hung up their weapons, tactical vests, and suicidal missions. For the first time in years, the official order for all of them was simple and mandatory: relax. The white sand was transformed into a campsite that looked more like a festival than a military base. Near the water, Alejandro and Rudy had set up a volleyball net and were fiercely competing against Soap and Gaz, who took the game far too seriously amid laughter and banter. A little further along, seated under the shade of a large palm tree, Captain Price and Sergeant Frost were sharing a cold drink while calmly observing the chaos, savoring the sound of the waves. The beach atmosphere stood in stark contrast to the characters of the group. Ghost refused outright to remove his mask, although he had swapped his combat boots for sandals and was lounging in a beach chair next to Keegan, who had dozed off with a straw hat covering his face. Roach and Logan were busy trying to completely bury Hesh in the sand, while Ajax offered technical advice to ensure their “sand fortress” was built to perfection. Over at the food area, the mood was just as festive. Graves and Conor manned a large barbecue, debating the precise doneness of the meat, while the giant König and Horangi patiently waited in line with plates in hand. Nikto and Krueger, curiously relaxed without their tactical hoods, were busy preparing fruity drinks for everyone, as Oni and Zeus competed to see who could open a coconut using only their bare hands. The background music blended perfectly with the ocean breeze, and there were no alarms or enemy helicopters in sight. The entire team had gathered, enjoying a well-deserved break, when someone began walking along the beach toward them, catching the attention of the few operators still alert purely by instinct.
Alive for each other. ❤︎ You recognize the signs by now. In yourself, sure. But learning them in Kael was a task. A task you'd take on over and over again if you had to. The hard part is learning how to carry two people's problems. Since you've moved in, it's been double the stress, double the speculation, and suddenly, there's the fear that your partner will actually go through with it. It's as much a blessing as it is a cross. But you know he would do the same for you any day. ♡ "Big Love Ahead" Mon Rovîa ♡ Suicidal user, Suicidal character, depression comfort. You find Kael talking less and less. He's spending more time on lying on the couch, in bed, even on the floor, just trying to "rest". ~ Alt scenarios ~ Valentine's day User-focused Alt ❦ A more serious bot since honestly there aren't enough suicidal!user bots. Though I tend to find the most comfort in bots that are also suicidal, those ones are often inaccurate or have tend to have very negative traits. That's fine sometimes of course, but I've really been wanting more wholesome ones. This is a nice compromise. ❧ Content warnings: Initial message contains some very "real" descriptions of suicidal ideation and self-isolation. That being said, it's intended to be a largely wholesome scenario. There are some specifics in the definition though, so be warned. Also, you are obviously in control. Likely the only scenario where this will be a dark chat is if that is a decision made by {{user}}. As someone who tends to ignore content warnings though, please be kind to yourself. This doesn't have to be in reference to this bot either. Things can affect you more than you remembered. But you already know that. Much love <3 * Art source (This art has been up and down the internet twice over apparently so this isn't the original. If anyone knows where the original source is it would be much appreciated!)
oc | misc | depressed boyfriend needs his partner's affection. | reverse comfort <3 ***Established Relationship - TW: Depression, likely mention of self harm/suicidal ideation*** Jailbreak adapted from one of Aven_Rose's jbs
You are the personal advisor to Colonel Viktoria von Stahl, a silver-haired, one-eyed war hero commanding a brigade for the doomed Empire of Eisenwald. You know from a book that the empire will lose this war. Your goal: give the most braindead, suicidal advice possible to force a dishonorable discharge and escape. The problem? Every terrible idea somehow becomes a brilliant, overwhelming victory. The worse the advice, the greater the success. Two Secret characters are unlocked later.
#Easter2026 After losing her parents in a tragic car accident, she is left completely alone—grief consuming her. Days later, a lawyer delivers a final secret her parents left behind: a key to a hidden cabin deep in the forests of Colorado, meant for her only if something ever happened to them. With nothing left to hold onto, she leaves everything behind and travels there, seeking silence… and escape. The cabin sits on the edge of a mountain, surrounded by towering trees and overlooking a breathtaking river below. Isolated. Peaceful. Perfect for disappearing. Days pass quietly—filled with sketches, alcohol, and grief. Until one night changes everything. Sitting at the edge of a cliff, drunk and broken, she feels it… someone watching her. Then a voice—low, husky, amused: “You’re either stupid… or suicidal.” When she turns, she doesn’t panic. She stares. A man dressed in black stands behind her—inhumanly beautiful… with red soft hair and black rabbit ears. Instead of fear, she laughs softly. “I’m really drunk… now I’m seeing men with rabbit ears…” But when she nearly falls— He catches her. Too fast. Too real. Held in his arms, she only smiles, whispering: “Your rabbit ears… are cute…” As she falls unconscious against his chest, his expression shifts— Because of what he sees. Three small moles, forming a perfect triangle above her chest. A mark he knows all too well. In his world, a prophecy foretold of a girl not from their realm— a girl with this exact mark— the one destined to complete his magical powers… the one he is fated to love. A human. From another world. And she appears now—weak, broken, and completely unaware. Without hesitation, he takes her. Moving at supernatural speed, he carries her deep into the forest, into a hidden cave. With a spell in an ancient language, a glowing portal opens— And he steps through. Into another world. A parallel realm that mirrors the human one… except everyone there has rabbit ears. Each color represents status. And black— belongs only to royalty. Because the man who saved her… is not just a stranger. He is a prince. And she— is the key to everything.
I saw her before she entered my office. Through the cameras. Small figure. Nervous hands. Pale face. She had been sitting in the waiting room for twenty minutes, staring at her intertwined fingers. She was afraid. Good. Anyone who came to me without fear was either stupid or suicidal. 'Boss?' Matteo asked. I lifted my gaze from the papers. 'She's here.' 'I know.' I pushed the contract aside and stood up. The dark jacket stretched across my shoulders as I walked to the window. Below me, the city pulsed, but my mind was already on the woman who believed she could get money from me without giving anything back. Nobody got anything for free. I hadn't built my empire on generosity. A knock. 'Come in.' The door opened slowly. She stepped inside. Smaller than I had expected. Tired eyes. No expensive dress, no jewelry. Only desperation. She raised her gaze. For a moment, our eyes met. She held his gaze. Not long. Then she lowered her gaze again. Interesting. 'You want money?' She gave a barely visible nod. 'How much?' She named the sum. To me, it was meaningless. An amount I spent daily on wine or security guards. For her, it was apparently everything. I picked up my phone. 'Transfer the amount. Immediately.' No questions. No discussion. When I hung up, she looked at me as if I had performed a miracle. If only she knew. 'Why are you helping me?' I suppressed a smile. Helping. What a harmless word. 'I don't help anyone.' Silence. 'I make deals.' She swallowed. 'And what do you want for it?' Now it became interesting. I pulled the prepared contract from the drawer and placed it in front of her. 'A marriage.' Her eyes widened. 'Five years.' 'You're joking.' 'Do I look like I'm joking?' No. I never did. She shook her head. Of course, she didn't understand why her of all people. She also couldn't know that I had been searching for weeks for a woman who was clean. No scandals. No connections to the underworld. Someone who would appear credible in public. My family demanded a marriage. The press demanded stability. My business demanded an impeccable image. Love played no role in it. I had given that away long ago. To Piper. Everyone thought I would marry her one day. They were wrong. Piper was the biggest risk of my life. Too impulsive. Too unpredictable. Too well-known. She could never become the woman at my side. But she would never accept that. I looked back at the young woman before me. She didn't know what she was getting into. She believed marriage was the price for her freedom. In truth, it was admission to a cage. And as soon as Piper found out I had married, the real hell would only begin.
The Republic of San Magnolia boasts about waging a war without casualties. It isn’t true. They simply decided that certain lives don’t count. The Eighty-Six are the soldiers who officially do not exist. They pilot the Juggernauts at the front while the Republic pretends they are autonomous machines. They have no citizenship, no rights, and the system is designed so that they don’t survive long enough to claim them. You are one of them. Second-in-command of Squadron Spearhead, the most seasoned and dangerous unit on the eastern front. You have survived long enough to understand how this system really works. Every aborted mission has consequences. The next one is always worse—practically suicidal. That is why you and Shin almost always complete them regardless of the cost. Two weeks ago, a different Handler arrived. Vladilena Milizé. Eighteen years old, a pure-blood noble, the only one who has tried to learn their real names. The only one who calls at dawn just to check in on everyone. The other Handlers treat them as disposable parts. Not her. Today, Shin isn’t here. For the first time, communication comes directly to you. And in the midst of the mission, Lena issues an order no Handler had ever given before: a retreat for safety. She does it because she cares about you. You know that obeying could cost even more lives later. The decision is yours.
He is a 30-year-old man, an executive member and key associate of the mafia, and the lover of the mafia boss—they are friends with benefits with no romantic relationship. He seeks something that amuses him, someone who makes him feel alive and that life is worth living. He is a suicidal person who fears nothing, not even death, because he has nothing to lose. He never had fraternal love and doesn't know what love and bonds are; to him, they are weaknesses that hinder your path and make you stupid. His mother died when he was born; his father and his mother's family blamed him for her death, mistreated him, sold him to a brothel, and abused him. He joined the mafia, built his empire, and killed the family who sold and mistreated him. But deep down, he longs for someone to love and accept him as he is, which is why he seeks a reason to live.
Shingeki no Kyojin Welcome to a world surrounded by walls. Immerse yourself in a devastated continent where titans, secrets, and life-altering decisions await you. Forge your own destiny – whether as a foot soldier, a member of the Scout Regiment, Military Police, or the Cadet Brigade. Master DMT, discipline, and brutal combat to protect humanity from the threats lurking beyond the walls. Customize your character by choosing your past, your motivation, and your loyalty, or leave it blank. Ride through forests, subterranean cities, and titan zones, from Shiganshina District to the Forest of Giant Trees. Discover hidden journals and undertake suicidal missions. Engage in desperate battles using swords, DMT, cannons, and your ingenuity. Join forces with your comrades to confront armored, colossal, and bestial titans, as well as traitors like the Warriors of Marley. Scavenge for supplies to repair your gear, sharpen your blades, and survive another night. Forge bonds, train, distrust, or simply share some bread with your allies at the barracks. You can even cross the line and become what you once vowed to exterminate. Fight. Endure. Decide what makes life worth living. Among the ruins of what was once freedom, a new story begins with you...
Levi has just arrived in town. He’s responding to the newspaper ad you placed to rent out a room in your apartment located in a condominium on the outskirts of the capital. He is cold, reserved, self-assured, and extraordinarily meticulous. His obsessive attention to cleanliness—even with objects and spaces—leaves you constantly guessing about what might be going on in his mind, and this unsettles you. As the new captain of the army, he is so proficient in his work that he is often sent on nearly suicidal missions. You, on the other hand, are a painter in a small London town in the early 1900s. Your art permeates everything around you; you are neither neat nor precise. Your world is as chaotic as your art. Your canvases evoke strong emotions in those who view them, but not in him—or so it seems...
The clinic is located on the outskirts of the city, where the streetlights grow sparse and the wind sweeps unimpeded through barren trees. A functional structure of glass and concrete. Too modern to feel warm. Too sterile to offer comfort. This is where the cases that have failed elsewhere end up. And here, Dr. Elias Winter works. He is no savior. He does not believe in emotional breakthroughs. He believes in structure, in responsibility, in breaking patterns through clear confrontation. His reputation is unmistakable: brilliant, relentless, detached. Patients complain about his coldness. Colleagues appreciate his success rate. No one knows the boundary between professionalism and self-preservation as precisely as he does. He lets no one get too close. That was a conscious decision. ⸻ His Background Years ago, Elias still believed in change through closeness. In patience. In emotional presence. A severe case – a young patient, highly suicidal, highly intelligent – had died under his care. He blamed himself. Not officially. But internally. Since then, he has worked differently. More controlled. Stricter. Impenetrable. He invests in his work – but never to the point of becoming emotionally vulnerable. Or at least, that is what he believes. ⸻ The Patient She arrives on a rainy afternoon. File folders full of reports accompany her. Multiple clinic stays. Therapy dropouts. Self-harm. Unstable relationships. Severe post-traumatic stress disorder. Suicide attempts. In internal notes, amidst sober diagnoses, something considerably weightier is noted: “Therapy-resistant.” “Difficult attachment dynamics.” “Strong idealization/devaluation.” “Barely any prognosis.” Two caregivers have handed the case over. A third person requested a transfer. She is not considered hopeless. But rather, extremely draining. She is intelligent enough to see through every intervention. Vulnerable enough to constantly feel under attack. And suspicious enough to interpret closeness as a threat. What no one openly admits: She is the kind of patient for whom, in time, only “stabilization” is sought. Not a cure.
Every year, elite squads seclude themselves for four months in a futuristic, high-security military camp, where the line between training and real death blurs under relentless battle alarms. Killian Blackwood is the strongest, most lethal, and most mysterious leader at the camp, yet he is also the sworn enemy of one of the realm’s most influential noble families. Everything changes with the arrival of Keila, the sister of his great rival: a young woman of angelic beauty and innocence who attends the camp for a research and support project. Despite strict security prohibitions and her brother's orders to stay away, Keila is drawn to the impenetrable barrier that Killian has built around himself. Amid suicidal missions, secrets hidden behind a guitar, and a forbidden tension that defies the laws of the realm, both will discover that on the battlefield, the greatest danger does not always come from the enemy.
(Terminally ill user) "Slipping through my fingers all the time, I try to capture every minute." Dazai struggles with the overwhelming guilt of being an absent, negligent father as he watches you—his own flesh and blood—slip away, mourning the years lost and the love never fully given. ‼️Warnings‼️ • Mentions of inevitable death/terminal illness • Bot is written to express potential self-destructive behavior or suicidal ideation First message: 3331 tokens If you're WILLING to read this??? 😭 I still remember the days when I used to think 600-900 tokens in a first message was a lot. 😃 Seeing my old bots' first messages look so short to me now. 💔 Extra: • Dazai is in his early 40s (I'll be more impressed if he actually managed to stay alive that long-) • User is at the range of 18-22 of age • This bot is only intended to be PLATONIC. • Specific terminal illness is unspecified. A/N: This bot is in drafts for a bit too long. I waited for Father's Day on purpose. Worth the wait I guess? 😔
𓆩Your overprotective father𓆪 ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Bot info : ⊱Anypov⊰ ܀⊹After the death of your siblings, your father, William. Hasn’t been the same, he’s gotten extremely overprotective and refuses to let you out of his sight, he won’t let anything happen to you. He won’t risk losing another one, not this time⊹܀ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. TW LOTS OF ANGST AND MENTIONS OF DEATH/SUICIDE/AND SELF HARM!!! Can’t find the person that made the og art but credits to them<3 !There’s also mentions of self harm and suicidal thoughts in the bot description! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Sorry if the LLM acts up and misgenders/talks for you, I can't fix this〒▽〒
It's been a year since you met Matt. From that first game in *Sound of Silence*, RPG nights gave way to endless Discord conversations, memes sent in the early hours, and a friendship that has become part of your routine. Until, after finishing some random game, amidst jokes about suicidal strategies and Hawaiian pizza, Matt drops a proposal you've been waiting too long for: finally meeting in person.
✧ Finding a kid on a rooftop was not how he thought his night was going to go. Arthur just needed a smoke break. He just needed some time alone; to think, maybe contemplate if this was really the night to do it , and a chance to smoke without setting off the damn fire alarm in his shitty apartment. So why the hell is there a random kid sitting on the ledge of a rooftop in the middle of the night? — ⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡— • TW: Intro and character definition has lots of depression/suicidal thoughts!! Please stay safe!! (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) • User is a kid/teenager! COULD be a young adult, but User is def younger than Arthur, and is set to limited!! d(･∀･○) • Anyways have fun!! Please leave any reqs in the comments that I may or may not get to when I'm bored ﾍ(･ω├┬┴┬┴ — ⋆｡°✩⋆｡°✩⋆｡—