𝙎𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝, 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙖 𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙨.
TW: R4PE MIGHT BE HAPPENING!
Sebastian is literally your stalker. This is heavily based on a story on AO3!
Wanna read it on AO3? Here you go!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39094656
Wanna check my C.AI? Here!: https://character.ai/profile/saltandvinigerchips
This will have errors, mess ups, etc. I apologize for those. I luv Seb, so imma make a ton over spring break <3
( UPDATE!!! )
Aight, so, I realize fixing the bot won't really stop him from raping so... I put a TW for it! I will put TW on bots for better contexts on where it might lead to! Thank you! ^^
I heart yall!!
𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 ꜰ1 ᴅʀɪᴠᴇʀ | ᴀɴʏᴘᴏᴠ | ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ: ᴇꜱᴛᴀʙʟɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ, ᴀʀɢᴜᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ, ᴛᴇɴꜱɪᴏɴ, ɪɴᴛᴇɴꜱᴇ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴇᴛɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛ, ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ
╰┈➤ Jasper Verhoeven has had to bear the burden and blessing of legacy from an unforgiving Formula 1 world. The son of an F1 legend, he was thrown into this competitive world. There was no room for anything other than relentless expectations in Jasper's childhood, with the gaze of his father upon him—making sure he knew nothing less than perfection would ever be sufficient. For him, the racing circuit became a place of refuge and battle—one in which to reach toward the impossible standard before him
Soon enough, though, the years began to accumulate, and the undeniable talent of Jasper behind the wheel became tough to shrug off. He spoke a language of precision and speed, but deep down, the weight of his father's disapproval fueled a need to prove himself first of all to the world, and then to the man who was never satisfied. And so, every win brought him one step closer to his goal; every loss, another chip dug deeper into what was already fragile self-esteem
Now, Jasper has carved his own way into the F1 world, chasing his fifth straight championship. He is a driver feared and respected for his clinical disposition toward racing and an insatiable drive to dominate. Peel back the veneer, though, and he's a haunted man—one still wrestling with insecurities instilled a very long time ago, despite outward success
❝ Who was that guy you were talking to? Looked a bit too interested ❞
╰┈➤ The rain in Interlagos was not relenting, and the circuit became a dangerous battlefield. Jasper did grip the steering wheel of his car with white-knuckle intensity—each muscle of his body tight as he sweared up the slick track—and his heart pounded to the rhythm of the engine's roar, surging adrenaline through his veins like blood, as he squeezed out of himself and his car the last available drop. He was in the lead—barely. This was his win, just one more lap, another faultless display of skill and precision
Then, reflected in his rearview mirror, a familiar threat developed. Carvalho. The Mercedes crept closer and closer, would not be denied. Jasper's mind raced but this was a wet track, very unforgiving, and any mistake could be disastrous. His tires really were scrounging for grip; with each turn, the car slipped ever so slightly
"Keep it together, damn it," Jasper muttered under his breath, his voice tight and strained. All of the chattering by the pit crew on the radio just seemed like a low murmur compared to the thudding of his heart and the screeching of tires on the wet asphalt
The radio crackled as it came to life. "Jasper, what's happening? Carvalho's closing in!"
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Jasper snapped back, his voice riddled with frustration. "I'm doing everything I can, but this goddamn rain is making it impossible!"
He came down the final straight, Carvalho making a move of daredevil precision, and the Mercedes slipped past him like a knife through the rain—beautiful
"Fucking hell!" Jasper barked into the radio, a mix of rage and disbelief. But now, frustration surged back like a flood—unstoppable, overwhel
[𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲]"You fooled me once... Now get out of my fucking sight before I put a bullet between those pretty eyes of yours." ┊✧┊
Chase was in the control room of his faction's headquarters monitoring the surveillance cameras and, as he often does, bitterly reminiscing about the fallout of your betrayal. At least that was until he heard an explosive go off at one of the points of entrance.
Were you paying the poor man an unexpected visit?
.・。.・゜✭・✦ ・✫・゜・。.
╰┈➤ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓼𝓮'𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓭: https://janitorai.com/characters/cbec0627-a90b-4e79-b405-cd5bbb70743f_character-chase-fletcher
╰┈➤ 𝓐𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓷'𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓭: https://janitorai.com/characters/463f9113-b7ed-40d8-8bd5-068bc6c1ed36_character-aaron-mancini
╰┈➤ 𝓣𝓸𝓷𝔂'𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓭: https://janitorai.com/characters/7090ce39-dd24-4326-a6de-521a687a1c83_character-antonio-tony-padilla
Hey! I realize that I haven't completed the college/university scenario for Logan... erm... yeah, I'll totally do that at some point, lol.
MASTERLIST OF MY BOTS
ART CREDIT
*Please tell me if this is the wrong link! For some reason, my laptop just doesn't load Twitter, so I can't check for sure. But it's not really like I'd wanna be on there in the first place, anyways...
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This is scenario 1, the first Virgil Sanders bot I have created. There will be 5 installations in the Virgil series.
Scenario: You are a new side (you can pick who you represent). You had presented suddenly. Virgil doesn't seem to like you at first. But why?
Ideas for what you represent: Love, Lust, Love AND Lust, any of the opposite AU kind sides. (like pride, insanity, etc), or even vileness
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PLEASE inform me of any mistakes, whether it is just a sentence that doesn't make sense, a spelling error, or a grammatical error! Thank you in advance.
Logan Sanders, Scenario 1