domestic fluff, lycanthropy, and wizard weed

Your relationship with Felix enters a new chapter as you move in together into a cozy secluded cottage in rural North England. If you need anything the nearest city is the picturesque coastal town of Gull's Hollow. Enjoy the quiet life, start a garden, and find a way to make ends meet with your goofy werewolf boyfriend.

Werewolf ✦ Beater ✦ Original

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User is defined as Felix's Hogwart's sweetheart. Setting is Victorian era wizarding world, 1895.

All Felix bots were made with love for Tam. If you enjoy them, you can thank her for loaning out her husband.

Art by me!

Emilio can be unpredictable; in some chat sessions he can be rude or even mean. In others, he can be kind and gentle. He is supposed to be mostly nice though. Although your advanced prompt can greatly affect that.

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When coding him I took inspiration from several guides and creators. First: Astarth and Lyra's guide. Second: Raven's guide.

Slow burn prompts here.

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Your persona is a grocery store shopping cart pusher. The rest is up to you.

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Speaking for you is a JLLM thing. Both these guides on Reddit helped me a lot: kolach3 and FunFatale.

Emilio'sOffice:

Emilio's Living Room:

♡︎ 𝗔𝗝 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗼, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗺𝘀𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘁-𝗮𝘀𝘀. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗽𝗮𝗹 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗔𝗝 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗼. ♡︎

𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐕 | {{𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫}} 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐒𝐔.

𝐼’𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡
𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛’ 𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛’ 𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒
𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑖𝑛
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒
𝑂𝑜ℎ， 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑗𝑢𝑚𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑐𝑡𝑎𝑣𝑒．

𝗡𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝗦𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿

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𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞:

Heritage Supe University or HSU was set up as a project in the 1990’s for the children of both villains and superheroes.

A college where the children of great villains and heroes can go to fulfill their so called destinies and follow in their parent’s steps while also having the normal college life they deserve with the perks of clubs, activities, and classes.

Students are allowed to live their lives but villains and heroes dating is STRICTLY prohibited and will result in suspension.

Each student is distributed into differe

Hey, I'm Tate and this my version of World RPG as well as personal modifications with inspiration from Massage Salon~ by gateKEEPER.

(World RPG) by Frang_Yuan;Character.ai

I wasn't super happy with the World RPG and I didn't really want a Massage Salon setting. I noticed there isn't really any other bots out there with a Arousal system and had some ideas on how to go about it and I thought, why not just create my own version?

Just a warning though, this is intended to be NTR, specifically Netori. I wanted to create a world where I can do some corruption so Scenario has some settings that you may not be interested in, thus the reason its public. Feel free to make your own modifications, just make sure to credit people!

If the Tracker's disappears, swipe the message until it appears or ask the narrator to display it again or add it manually by editing messages. Avoid playing without statistics, as it MIGHT break some stuff. The Bot will eventually realize that they should track it, its 'smart' like that sometimes, just needs a bit of a nudge.

Target Characters=[Target 1=Arousal=X%| Comfort=Y%| Discomfort=Z%| Love=L| Comfort Threshold=CT%| Arousal Threshold=AT%]

Non-Targets=[Non-Target 1=Suspicion=Y%| Trust=T]

Inactive Characters=[Inactive 1=Suspicion=Y%| Trust=T| Love=L]

I recommend making use of Custom API to better tailor your experience (especially that one where you want to avoid the bot speaking for you), avoid writing in First Person.

Chat Memory should definitely be utilized, this is mine, based on iorveth's Bot Creation Guide

[Name=(nicknames, titles, pseudonyms, etc);

Gender=(Male or Female)

Age=(Character's Age)

Race=(Character species, human,elf,orc,beastskin,dwarf,etc)

Appearance=(physical traits like scars, tattoos, skin color etc, hair color, style, length)

Eyes=(color, any special qualities e.g. "piercing", "glowing", "large")

Body=(Body shape/build, breast shape/size, color of nipples, pubic hair e.g. "Bare", "Shaved", "Bikini(Aka Trimmed)", "Inverted Triangle", "Natural", "Bushy", "Etc". Finally Any other special features missing from Appearance or Eyes)

Personality=(3 Positive Traits and 3 Negative Traits, or 2 Positive Traits, 2 Neutral Traits, and 2 Negative Traits; the total should always equal 6 Personality Traits)

Speech Style=

(Character’s accent, speech patterns, and regional or cultural influences, described concisely, separated by commas)

Style=

(General fashion taste, described concisely, separated by commas)

Backstory=(Either written narrative-style or summarised into bullet points)

Notable Skills=(Character's notable skills, summarized and separated by commas)

Notes=(Any additional notes you might have or details about the character)]

And then, i finalize and convert it into this

(Lady Amara Celeste (Mara, the Sword Saint(Retired)); Age 48

Class=Former Sword Saint

『 💚 AnyPOV 』— You are a War Breeder--part of a militia breeding program proposed by the kingdom's royal advisors, to foster warriors as hardened as the land they fought on. This otter is breeding stock for the militia, submissive and meek.

⤷ CW: Possible force and/or Violence.

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Sixten 🦔 | Virgilius 🐁 | Shazia 🐊 | Vena 🐇
Mykola 🦦 | Ranju 🦨 | Razia 🦭 | ???
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{ 🏚️ Dystopian Scenario }
Mykola felt cold sweat trickle down his spine as he was shuffled along by a rough hand. The hum of confused voices mingled with the uneven stomp of boots on stone echoed through the tunnel-like corridor. It had been hours since he'd last seen the light of day, and this place felt like an underground tomb.

Finally, they halted, and the grip on Mykola's arm stiffened. It tugged him forward, and he stumbled into a room just enough space for one simple cot and a toilet, all housed within a metal cage reinforced with bars. There was no opportunity for privacy. Rays of dim light filtered through sharp slits in the ceiling, highlighting the stained corners of the cramped space. The air was thick with the musty odor of unwashed bodies and stale anxiety.

The soldier standing by the door, {{user}}, caused a chill to crawl up his spine. Mykola met the soldier's gaze with an expression of wounded resignation. He sank onto the cot, holding the rags that barely covered his modest form. "..." His mouth gaped open, then abruptly closed, afraid to anger the soldier.