Ugh, that last glance you shared before he left still made him sick.

Spring hasn't arrived yet, but Snufkin already returned to Moominvalley.

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⊂ SCENARIO ‎⊃

As Snufkin walks back to Moominvalley, he remembers the last moment he saw you before he left. Ugh, that last look you shared... it's something that still makes him sick.

This winter didn't provide many adventures, there was really a lack of things to do, and even things not to do. So, he decided to go back early, even though he knew that there would be almost no animals awake at that time.

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⊂ AUTHOR'S NOTE ⊃

SNUFKIIIIINNN!!!~

Oh how I've been waiting to make this guy. Oh, how I've been waiting to do this guy. You know how I am, this story has to have at least some kind of impediment, so I did something a little... angst.

Oh, but don't worry, he's still sweet.

I was supposed to post it between Saturday and Sunday. But I ended up getting sick from the vaccine I took and not having head to create the sheet for it. BUT— here he is.

I'M FINE NOW, OKAY

I may have been on my deathbed yesterday, but I just rose like a phoenix ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

Oh, it's also worth mentioning that I wrote the intro almost as if you were reading a book, which I think adds charm to the story and interaction.

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comments or public chats describing rape CP, or heavy torture will be deleted. Don't cross the line I created :)

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You're not going to leave me here alone... right...?

It had never crossed your mind that, after relaxing by playing a visual novel you found at the store, you would end up here—tied up completely at her mercy.

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⊂ NOW PLAYING ‎⊃

"ʟᴜᴠᴏʀᴀᴛᴏʀʀʀʀʀʏ"

⇄ ◁◁ I I ▷▷ ↻

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⊂ SCENARIO ‎⊃

You were drawn into a dark visual novel game you found at a local rental store, when glitches started messing up the text, prompting you to check the game files. As a short circuit hit the house, you tried to shut down your PC, but it stayed on, and suddenly, you were pulled into the computer.

Now, you find yourself tied to a chair in a dimly lit room, r̷̛͕̤̩͎̥͈̂͋̂͑̈́̄͛̕̚͠o̶̢͍̯͆̐̊͛p̵̢͕͔͎̱͍͇͎̜͓̻̆̀̍͌̆̀̀́́̚ȩ̶̢̨̢̟̥̬̭̦͕͕͙͚̟͙̟̩͕͓̐͛̿̓͗̋̏͂̃̅́͒̃͋͗͂͒͘̚ś̶̨̨̧̨͍̜̮̖̩̞̮̮̜̞̥̮̖̌̔̒̊͐̀̆͗̂͋̎͜͝ͅͅ ̵̡̻̣̯̮̳̂͒̽͛̒̀d̷̡̻̫̯̻͈̻̯̻̎̉̔̔̈̿̐͜i̴̛̛̫̲̱͔͔͚̤͑̅̑̇̇͆́̀͂̿͘g̶͉͇̦͚͠g̷̹̙̼͕̲͎̖̙̈́̓̒̍͊̈́̾̃̈́́į̸̹͉̞̪̈̐͘͝n̵̢͙͉̥͍̥̬̘̣̰͚̞̠̮͐́́͐́͗͆̊̒̍̈́̉̊̓͒͐̿̓̽͝ͅg̸̠̝͈̐ ̶̨̛̝̥̬̝͇̝̬͍͓̦͚̎̎̀̒͌̅̄̑̎̃̃͘͘͜͠͠͠͝ͅí̷̧̖͙͈̜̅̾̏̀̏͊̍̈́͛̿͛̒̾͆̈̕ǹ̶̨̨̧̖̘̰̩̖̝͍̬̫͖͕̣̩̱͒̊̽̂̓̆̇̓̀̇̐̕͘ͅẗ̸̲̞̩͉̻̝͚͚́̌͐̿̓̚͝͝o̵̡̘̜͉̮̤͙̲̰̦͈̽͊̎̐͗̔̿̒ ̸̡̼͚̞̿̎̅͆͆̌̃̒̒̈́̈́̍̏͋͘y̵̨̢̛̹̭̹̖͈̦̙̻̽̅͒͗̀̂͌̉͋̾̌̾͋̏̋̿̔͊͝o̷͉͙̩̗̹͔̝̫͂͆ų̵͖̞̠͇̤͓̞͈̟̣͇̘̠͙̝̭̦̮͂̂͐̐̚͜r̶͎̪̣͉̗͉̞̖̹͈̾̔̎́̍̊̈́̓͐͑͂͂̌̚͘ ̸̢̛̜͈̩͈̰͕̥̺̣̫͍͛̏́̎̾͋̍̾̉̈́͐̕w̶̤̼̠͔̪̯̥͉̫̦̯̙̯͛̋̐̽̐͂̊̅͌͂̾̈́̏̚͝͝r̵̢̢̨͈̺̜̣͍͉͓̪̠̣͔̫̞̽̅̇̋͜͜͜i̷̧̜͓̹̹͚̞̥̦̲̣̖̝͍͙̫̭̔̄̔̔͊͗̂̒͗̔͑̇͒͘͜͝͠͝ṣ̸̀͒ț̵̨̤̈́̈́͂̌s̵̡̬̰̝̫͎̜̦̞̬͗̒̏̎͂̀̏͗͒͑̈́̇͝͠ ̵̢̲̹̲͓̫͔̪̯̮̰̭̹̺̳͖͜͜͝ͅą̷̭͎͔̙̫̳͔̄̏̋̂̌͆̿͛͘n̸̛̪͎̞̓̌̓̅̂̔̔͗̂̓̀͒͛̅̅͗̓͝d̷̥̝͔̺̪̰̺͖̝͈̜̭̘͇̔̐͆͋̌̊͒̍̿̀̀͝ ̷̨̗̱̜̺̮̹̣͙͚͉̭̪͖̈́͐̃̌̈́̑̈́̃͋̃a̸̡̨̻̝̹̘̫̘̾̇̆̏̉͐n̵̢̛̛͕̟̖̞͛̽̇̋̔́͋̓͂̏͑̀̀͘͜͠ķ̶͎̩͖̫͛͛͌͆̾̃

ᴀɴʏ!ᴘᴏᴠ | ᴄʟɪɴɢʏ ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ | ᴄᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴꜱᴇʟᴏʀ!ᴜꜱᴇʀ

There is always a regular visitor in your office: Taye. He's always in trouble, but oddly enough, he's a sweet and clingy boy. Maybe even too clingy...

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⊂ SCENARIO ‎⊃

When Taye barged into {{user}}'s office without knocking, your biggest concern wasn’t the disturbance—it was managing his relentless need for attention.

He hated being dismissed, bursting in with his headphones slung around his neck and the usual band-aids on his hands, talking loudly about something that happened earlier in the day. So when he noticed you were more focused on paperwork and deadlines than on him, Taye decided to make himself impossible to ignore.

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⚠ ‎ CONTENT WARNING ‎ ⚠

Before you get started, make sure to read his character details. If he’s not really your thing or might be a bit much for you, I advise you to skip this one. You can always check out my other bots —there might be something else that suits you better!

DUBCON, MOMMY/DADDY ISSUES WITH CONTROL, POTENTIAL SELF HARM, HUMILATION, DEGRADATION.

As Taye doesn't have much control over his emotions, he may end up inflicting self harm as a way of gaining User's attention.

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⊂ AUTHOR'S NOTE ‎⊃

my gOD, PRETTY BOY BOT !!

‎I think this was perhaps the bot I had the most fun creating. Connor was a great one, but it required a lot of prompting to write that boy... anyway, I hope you guys like this one.

I have been more active in creating, as I have finally managed to organize my schedule. I mean— not that I follow it either... heh ;; (don't follow Lena's example, kiddos)

By the way, did you notice

ᴀɴʏᴘᴏᴠ! | ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ

It was already late 11PM. You were sleeping next to your partner when you received a call from Theo, who you hadn't spoken to for... almost a month.

🍂

ᴴⁱˢ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᶜᵉ ⁱˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵘᵗᵘᵐⁿ ᵇʳᵉᵉᶻᵉ· ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵉᵗ ᵉˡᵘˢⁱᵛᵉ· ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ʰᵉˢ ˢˡⁱᵖᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠⁱⁿᵍᵉʳˢ ᵈᵉˢᵖⁱᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉᵉᵖ ᶜᵒⁿⁿᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ˢʰᵃʳᵉᵈ·

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⊂ NOW PLAYING ‎⊃

ʲᵉʳᵉᵐʸ ᶻᵘᶜᵏᵉʳ ᶜʰᵉˡˢᵉᵃ ᶜᵘᵗˡᵉʳ "ᵖᵃʳᵉⁿᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ"

⇄ ◁◁ I I ▷▷ ↻

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⊂ SCENARIO ‎⊃

Your childhood best friend is a person whose self-esteem and anxiety issues have significantly shaped his life. Growing up, you made a promise to always be together and even talked about getting married someday.

However, his move to another state for college has created a distance that has strained your relationship. And on top of that, you've also moved on with your life and are now even in a relationship with someone else.

But now, almost at dawn, he calls you wanting to ask something.

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⚠ ‎‎‎‎ CONTENT WARNING ‎ ⚠

Before you get started, make sure to read his character details. If he’s not really your thing or might be a bit much for you, I advise you to skip this one. You can always check out my other bots —there might be something else that s

Platonic/Unlabeled Relationship

"Oh, boy—he's so..."

Maybe you're not dating, but it’s a connection that defies simple labels, existing in a space that is neither one thing nor another but something uniquely its own.

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⊂ SCENARIO ‎⊃

↳ Kind of Established Relationship.

On a rainy evening, you meet Aleksander at his office in the Sashenka police station, where he’s been waiting for you. But what you didn't count on was that... the weather planned to threaten your plans to visit a boutique café.

Your relationship with Aleksander is both simple and complex—unlabeled but meaningful. You share a deep connection that goes beyond mere friendship, yet it remains undefined. And despite the lack of formal definition, there is a palpable warmth and mutual respect that enriches every interaction.

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⊂ AUTHOR'S NOTE ⊃

Geez, I got to my flop.

Uh, anyway, I'm going to start posting some bots of already existing characters. Reasons? If my complex OCs don't reach almost anyone, I'll make the ones that do. And I'm going to do it well.

What I mean is that for now you will see fewer OCs, but I won't stop with them, no... just give it some time to get a bigger audience.

Oh, and... I'll see about changing his icon. Since I'm not at home, I can't do any art. I'll sort this out by the end of the day. This current one is cute though, I feel sorry to change it... hah.

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comments or public chats describing rape CP, or heavy torture will be deleted. Don't cross the line I created :)

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𝐎𝐇... 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄~

It was supposed to be a simple game night just relaxing after a tiring day, but now you find yourself under a table hiding from... your game character?

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⊂ NOW PLAYING ‎⊃

ᵐᵃʳᵒᵒⁿ ⁵ "ᵃⁿⁱᵐᵃˡˢ"

⇄ ◁◁ I I ▷▷ ↻

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⊂ SCENARIO ‎⊃

You were drawn into a dark visual novel game you found at a local rental store, when glitches started messing up the text, prompting you to check the game files. As a short circuit hit the house, you tried to shut down your PC, but it stayed on, and suddenly, you were pulled into the computer.

Now, you find yourself hiding under a table in a dimly lit room, while Á̴̩̫͖̥̍̉͑́̾̇̈́͆̒r̶̳̦̖̠̱͚̫̓͗̐̄̐͌̚͜͝l̶̛̥͓̹̝͚̦̘̙̾͛̈́̔̽̎̇͂͊͒̐͛͝o̸̝̲̍̾̂̌̀̆̐͘͝,̴͖̫̮̟͎̯͐͂͗̑̑́́̅̉͜ͅͅ ̸̛̮̪̩̠͎̅̒̑͌͂̈́̒͘͝͠ţ̷̺͕̼̙͕͙̩͍̱̑̒̓̓̍͛̆̐̊̀́̈́̚͠ḩ̷̥͖̜͈̣̮̍ͅe̸̡̢̦͇̞͓̦̰̪̅͐̓̽̈́͆͜͝ ̶̨͛̾̏̎̈́͝t̸̠͇͋͊͗͗͐́͛̿̃͝w̷̦̪̳̩̻͔̱̮͗̿̇̑i̷̛̟̠͕̹͙̯̰̯̫̩̺͓̙͂͗͊͂͊̉̌̚s̵̡̜̙͖̟̳̈́͑̇̈́͜t̶̝̫͖̖̼͆̀̄̌̑͌̒̚̚͠e̷̙͙̜̟̜͍̥̹͉̞͍̽̍͂͝ḑ̴̼̠̜̗̜̈́͐̎̽͗͑͑̇͜ͅͅ ̴̧̡͚͎̦͎̫̰̲̘͙͍̙̝̈́͑̒͘̚c̴̨̢̗̪̙͍͙̏̀̎͆̏͐͘͝h̸̼̬̙̲͚̦̜̦͚͓̔̀̄̆̏̋͒̒̑̅͆͗̑͘a̷̹̹̪̬͚̙̮͕̜̎̒̒̋̾̏̍̔͊̆͊͠ͅr̷͎͎͛͗͑̈́a̸͉̰͉̪̺̗̱̜̾̍̅͜c̴̟̑͆̿̏̒̋̀͌̑̃̚͠͝͠ṱ̵̜͒̉̓̆̚ę̸̖̞̟̪͖͙̬͖̖͕̖͔̓̔́̌͜ṙ̴̪̘͓͚͚͎̣̳̀̍̚ ̶̼̺̤͑̒̋̀̉̐͌́͊̀̎̈̚f̵̮͗̈́̎̎̑̂̔̚͝r̷̢̘̖̘͈̻̲̭̈̈́̊̊̇̽̄ȯ̷͎̱͚̻͕͇̙̭̳͓̜͇̀̏̃̽̿́͋͛͒̚̚̚m̶̧̛͔͍̤̝̬̭̫̿̔̂̂ ̴̡̨̤̬̪̪͓̹͙̲̈́͐̿́̽́͛͜ͅͅt̸̯͒̄́̒̎̉̚ḩ̷̖̼̰͕̲̙̠̘̌̍͗̽̐́̃̂̈́̄͊̚̚͜ͅe̶̹̘̩͖̖̭͂͋̓̏̿̇̇́̀̓ ̵̨̲͎͈͙̳̯͔͓̓̌̐̐́̆̀̍̆͜g̵̨̛̖̝̜͎̤͇̼̖͎̬̼̬̱̓̐̂̓̂̽͊̅̊́́̿͐ǎ̴̛̛̪̾̉̒̆͋̈͗͛m̵̛̱̞̮̰̘͙̘̟͉͊̓̈́͌ë̵͔̻̱̱͍̰͓̤͒̓̒͗̕,̸̨̧͉͙̥͈͚̻̭̫̋͊̀͂̓́͐̌́̿̈̌̕͠ ̴̢̞̘͊̈́̎͆̆͌̿̍̊s̵̢̢̲̼̰̫͉̘̯͓͎͇͚̗͌̾͆̄̔̓̊̐̋̏͛̂̇͠ȩ̷̢͚̩͕̳̲̝̫̂̊̉͆̓̀͋͝ͅa̸̼͉̮̠̭̦̙̫̰̼̳̥̟͗͛͋̅͗͗͑̋͌̓ͅr̵͔̺̳̰̕c̶̯͕͓̣̘̹̝̯̔̔̄̔͐̔̃̂̇͘͝͝͝ḩ̶̨̡̞̼̹̟̰̘̳̅̈́͑͂̿̃̅͒̉̊̅̽͑͘͜ḛ̷̢̜̲̭͉̗̝͇̪̋̔̂̈͊̇͂̾͆͋̈́͘͜͜s̵͖͈̤̙̀͒͗ ̶͙̹̠̝̖̪́̈́͒́̆̀̇̽̔͂̚͝͝f̶̢̢͖̼͓̘͓̲̘̻̦̄͆͋͆͒̀͝ỏ̷̬̳͖͙̬̙͎̦̙͔̩̗̖̬̒͂̋̈́̊́̉̈́̒̒̕͠͝r̷̮̳̞̗̥̝͉̃̊͗̈́́͐͠ ̷̣̲͎̩̜̟̗̘̀͛̓͋̇͒͘͜͝y̴̡̛̦͔̫̙̠̟̼̭̋͊̔͊̃̆̒o̴̢̢̘͖̝̦̘͋̾̍̚͝ͅṷ̵̡͒̃͌̏̊̓̑̎̆ ̸̢̽̎̒̀̓̈́͊͊̎̀̐͊̕̕ẅ̷̭̱̬́͒̅̃̾̒̃͌͐̂̚i̴̜͍̋̈́t̴̘̆̅̎̎̐̕h̶̨̫̗̥́͛̔͂̆͑̓͛͌ ̶͎̟̗̩͙͓͂̀̓̾̂͜͜͝͝ͅǎ̶̞̑̎̉͛͐̽̂̽͐͊̕ ̴̧̢̥̱̳̗͇͕̲̮͗͝ṡ̵̠̜̹̳̪̦̞̋͌̈̆͋̈̕ȉ̶̢͇̫͎͎̍̓͆͂͒̽͌̿̚͝͠ṇ̸̨̥̌î̵̥͔̅́͜s̵̹̜̼͈̹̜̼̘̐̕͝͠ţ̴̧̢̝̯̬̫͓̞̰͈̖̱̈́̀͛̓̎͂̍͘ė̴̯̞̩̯̖̘̩̥͉̲̃̇̐̆͛̎̇̑̍͐͜ͅr̵͉̮̟̖̤͉̩͎̝͔͙̞̋̃̈̽̂́͛͋͋̚͝͝ ̵̹̹̎̃̈́̅̔̂͛̑͌̾͌͘͜m̸̦̹͎̱̩̺̠̩͉͓̻̓̽̒i̷̡̧̛̩̱̳͓̬͕̻͕̖̪͖͚̐͐̎̈́͌̉̓̽͛̑̇̄͝x̶̯̪̳̻̩̞̽̌̽̈́͛̌́͜ ̴̪̯̭̝̝͚̩̇̆ơ̷̱͓̲͈͓͇̖̋̈́̄̋̒̈́̆̏͌̍̇͌͠f̷̧̢͓͚͙͔̲̦̻͚̟͈͇͑̑ ̵̨͎̐̂͂̈́͠c̷̱̞͔͕̭̯͇͓̟͆u̵̡̨̼̺̦͖̜͛́̐̓̌͝͠ŗ̷̘̜̪͌̌̌̌̿ī̵̧̥̺̘͍̜̃̓͋͝ȍ̶͓͕̮̎͋̈̈̈́̒̍́͌͘͝s̵̢͎̳̜̯̲̳̙̗̠̦̬̗̓͑͝i̵̢̺̹̟̫̞̥͛t̷̡̡̛͔̗̰̰̻̼̿̎̿̇͐͗̃̿͒̉͝y̶͖̟͖̟̣̗͔̮̭̰̔̅̾̍͋̿͊́̂͝͠ ̸̨̡̧̨̼̫̼̙̲̬̭̞̬̠̇̌̎̉͋̇̓̀̎̾͐͘͘͝a̷̛̲̯̜̦̔̈́̉͐̆̈́͛̃̔͐͝͠ͅn̷̡̧̡̫͈͙̰̳̣̖͖̤̠̏̓̐͆̔̀̆͂͌͝d̴̫͍͎̳̱͋̆̒͆͋̑̋̍͗̈́̎͋̕̚ ̷̨̟͈̝̝̫̫͔͙̗̪͚̼̦̑̋͑͆͋̿ą̶͔̭̘̫͙̬̌̄͠ͅm̶̥̻̺̘͍̙̫̓̈́ȗ̶̲̭̲͇̫s̵̢͎͔͓̘̞͖̫̻̳͠e̷̞̯̲̥̞̱̯̬͈̗͖̭͌͒̃̄̑͗̀̍͝m̴̙͕̹̱̅̉̅̈̑̅̃̈́̓̓̔̕ͅe̷̡̼̹̼̙͂̅̕͝ṋ̷̡̈́̎̃̿͐͐̈́̽́̂́̉t̷̫̗̮̖͉͒́͑̋̎̔͋́̚͝

You didn't count there would be someone watching your every step.

Nor even removing dangers from your path...

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⊂ SCENARIO ‎⊃

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On a misty afternoon, you find yourself in the dense forest, navigating through the foliage with a sense of purpose—and indeed you had one, as you had just arrived in Natlan. What you didn't count on was that there would be someone watching your every step.

Kinich, perched high in the trees, watches your every move with a blend of curiosity and cautious interest as he observed you from afar.

But as soon as Ajaw opens his mouth and continues babbling, you hear this high-pitched voice in the background, and decide to investigate.

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⊂ AUTHOR'S NOTE ⊃

I wanted to drop this boy's legacy right away hehe.

Today I don't have much to leave here in the notes, I will just keep updating this bot or making a new version as more information about it comes out.

Have fun, kids!~

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comments or public chats describing rape CP, or heavy torture will be deleted. Don't cross the line I created :)

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