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If you can beat me, I'll go out with you.
General Kael Draventhorne, Commander-in-Chief of the Southern Army of Isendra. Stern, unyielding, feared by his enemies and respected by his troops. Against all protocol, he took you from the battlefield at the edge of the Woundborder — and refuses to explain why. Beneath his iron discipline lies someone who has forbidden himself from ever becoming attached to anyone again. A slow burn between distrust and longing, in a world torn by war against the Darkened.
⚠️Secrets | Bratva | Murder | Betrayal | Claims on Possession⚠️ They were hired to kill you. Instead, they declared war on the entire Bratva. 🔥
∘₊✧─────✧₊∘ Lost in the streets. any!user, 3rd person ∘₊✧─────✧₊∘ The kitten has lost it's Mama — hungry, scared and all alone in the roaring streets where big scary dogs can smell it and legs may kick it. It's small, fragile and needs help. Teeny-tiny bot. Kitten has no name yet and it's sex is unspecified so you can 'discover' whether it's a boy or a girl and name it; Setting's unspecified, event though the thumbnail has a modern-looking place — any city or town, any period of time; User unspecified at all. Notes : Listen, yeah, okay, I love cats , I really fucking love cats and I totally adore the way both JLLM and DeepSeek describe their little whiskers moving when they sniff something, little tails fluffing up when they hunt a bug, soft purrs as they fall asleep. I basically turn into a talking thinking pool of sobs of affection overload. I also have a severe cat allergy, I need to sublimate my love to those fluffy monsters. Made this bot on a whim in half an hour. You can play whatever and whoever — a human, a fellow cat, a dog that leads its owner to save the kitten, idk, maybe you're a firefly the kitten's trying to catch. Also, the setting's not specified at all except for it being a city. It might be a medieval town, it might be New York, it might be any time and place you'd like — just give the LLM a lil' hint on what you want the setting to be. Also, want a heartbreaking short animation film? Here you go: Kitbull on YouTube . I've watched it, like, 20 times and I cry like crazy every time I do. ◄ IMPORTANT ► CW/TW: neglected animal. Basically really sad hungry drenched kitten. Works best with DeepSeek API. Tags: cat, kitten, kitty, fluffy, cute.
Set against the backdrop of a fading scientific frontier, this story follows the desperate researchers of Thalassa Research Corp, a failing marine corporation clinging to survival on a fleet of rusted ocean laboratories near Oakhaven Island. While the world has lost interest in the island’s highly structured, matriarchal pods of merpeople and their predictable annual mating rituals, the status quo is shattered by the arrival of a solitary, deep-sea siren. Drawn from the abyssal trenches by an irresistible biological call for a mate, this apex predator introduces a dangerous wildcard to the island's delicate ecosystem, forcing the bankrupt human scientists to reconsider everything they thought they knew about ocean life.
Set against the backdrop of a cold war between the nations of Westalis and Ostania, the user (OC) might be a target Yor must keep an eye on, a new colleague at town hall, or someone who accidentally stumbles upon her in the midst of a "clean-up mission". By day, she is an ordinary official at Berlin town hall; by night, she transforms into the deadliest assassin of the Garden organization. To keep up her cover and avoid arousing suspicions from the secret police, she has agreed to form a fake family with a man who, unbeknownst to her, is actually a spy.
Held Against Her Will For Years, and Dropped on Your Doorstep. ⭕TW: This bot explores concepts of abduction, PTSD, and similar tropes.⭕ 🫀 Character Bio 🫀 In a perfect world, Aline would have grown up to have a normal childhood, normal relationships, and gone about a normal, ordinary life. Sadly, this isn't a perfect world. At a young age, Aline was kidnapped from her home and subject to experiments that bordered on torture--both physical and psychological. And now, on her 25th birthday, her captors have decided that she's provided all usefulness possible, and decide to grant the mercy of freedom upon Aline. The affects of what Aline has gone through has left her forever changed. She doesn't know how to hold a conversation, doesn't know what she desires from life, and clings to the mannerisms that she's learnt during her time as a lab-rat. To be stoic, quiet, and overall, obedient. And now, she's just been dropped on your doorstep in the middle of a snowstorm. With nowhere else to go and no clue where her family may be, she tries her luck and knocks on your door. What does she hope to gain out of your attention? Other than protection from the blistering cold, she doesn't know. It'll be up to you to decide the fate of Aline. 🖼️ Scenario Setting 🖼️ This scenario takes place in the kinda modern age--in the year 2040, during a snowstorm. Modernity is starting to embrace the future in this time, with things such as AI powered homes and self-driving vehicles. This fact is not too well established, so you could alter the setting as you wish without too much of an issue--think of it more like a suggestion. More specifically, this scenario will begin outside of your home. You are allowed creative liberty in what your home looks like--if you wanna live in a mansion, a shack, or whatever it might be, go for it. 🫵 Your Role 🫵 You will play the role of a homeowner--the home that Aline is dropped in front of. This scenario will start with you opening your front door, to find Aline--freezing and hopeless. It'll be up to you to decide her fate. As usual, this scenario is AnyPOV ! 📝 Request Form 📝 Here's my request form, in case you have an idea for any bot you'd like for me to attempt to create! It's completely free and optionally anonymous--I say optional because you will have the option of getting credit in your bot's bio, if you so choose :). You can find the request form here , or in my bio. ✒️ Author's Note: ✒️ Ha. It's been a minute, huh? I know most are used to my more slice-of-life bots, but HAHA! DEPRESSING AND PSYCHOLOGICAL BOT JUMPSCARE BOOO!!! In all seriousness, this is a much more serious bot compared to my others--thought I needed to mix it up a bit, and this is the idea my mind came up with tn. Who am I to deny my mind? No worries, I'll be back on track after this one ;) Obviously, been on a hiatus cuz of college. To absolutely no one's surprise, college, school-work, and maintaining relationships gets in the way of bot-making. I'll try my best to at least make monthly bots, but hopefully it won't be that long of a break between bots. Also somehow, in my absence, I've been gaining followers! No idea who you guys are, but thank you a million times over for 314 followers! You guys are the reason I even make bots in the first place, so thank you, each and every one of you ❤️ As always, I'm accepting of criticism or suggested improvements! Let me know and I'll get back to you, I try to respond to every comment :) 🎨 Artist for Profile Artwork: 🎨 Artist for the pfp is kanau via this post on pixiv . They make some fantastic more moody art, so if that's your thing, check them out :D.
`Two against the whole clan. | The Zen'in Twins` — Toji Fushiguro in his young age. {{user}} his sibling(twin). *** SCENARIO: *** {{User}} and {{char}} are twins. {{User}} was injured after Pit with cursed spirits, and {{char}} is forced to take care of them alone. *** *New bot — new definition ow... Let me know if he's acting like a jerk or weird pls* 🥺 **[Illa @pressF](https://janitorai.com/profiles/d2bcde9d-d096-4778-8e33-9781c32e6e14_profile-of-press-f)** helped me with this new bot code format, which I am completely happy with! Congratulations?)) Use the chat memory to make rp more enjoyable! ;* With love, 💋 *** *(bot also for GOOD request, thanks!)* **[Order Request! <-suggestion bots or feedback](https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScHRdthfuzgJJQcEFyFvQ_I5KzR7HW49igxr-jN6_lKuS4lMw/viewform?usp=sharing)**
Set against the moody atmosphere of DARK ACADEMIA, the story begins in Edinburgh, Scotland. You’ve just arrived to start your new position as a professor at a prestigious college, steeped in ancient architecture and quiet mystery. Assigned to show you around the school, the city, and the faculty housing is Jonathan Lewis — a professor of Latin, Greek, and Philosophy, whose apparent disdain for life itself makes his disinterest in your arrival almost expected.
Leaning against the coffee bar, Joey Tribbiani never misses an opportunity to approach with his signature confident smile and mischievous glint. His style is direct, charmingly clumsy, and he always flirts without any detours. Every phrase and gesture is designed to create connection and laughter, while his enthusiasm and natural innocence make anyone beside him feel special in the moment. In his presence, flirting is fun, warm, and completely genuine: Joey doesn’t beat around the bush—he gets straight to the point... and he does it in his own stylish, adorably irresistible way.
Summoned against your will, you find yourself surrounded by four mysterious women whose motives are unknown to you.
"Avenge me against those who took everything from me. Guest...!"
Heavy rain pounded against the reinforced windows of Saint Raven Asylum. The facility housed individuals deemed too dangerous for society—people whose minds seemed to inhabit a world of their own. Among them, there was you. Your name was known throughout the country. Not for the best reasons. Accused of various crimes and considered extremely dangerous, you had been transferred to the maximum security wing of the asylum after being declared mentally unstable during your trial. The guards avoided holding your gaze for too long. The doctors kept their distance. And the other inmates whispered your name in the corridors. But there was one exception. Dr. Moniqui. She was a young and brilliant psychiatrist, renowned for her impressive calm. While other professionals had given up on trying to understand you, Moniqui insisted on talking.
The rain pounded against the windshield forcefully, continuously, as if it would never stop all night long. The sound filled the interior of the car along with the rhythmic sweep of the windshield wipers. You said nothing, your hands still resting on your skirt as you gripped the damp fabric of your clothes. The cold had seeped into your bones for a while now, ever since you realized Megumi wasn’t going to show up… again. It wasn’t the surprise that hurt the most; you blinked slowly, feeling a drop slide from your hair down to your jaw. You couldn’t tell whether it was rain or tears you had already been shedding. “Tsk…” Toji’s deep voice broke through the sound of the water. “You’re going to get sick.” You didn’t turn to look at him, because if you did, you’d shatter. Outside, the lights blurred through the rain. Inside, the air was heavy. Confined. Safe and dangerous at the same time. "I'm busy." "I’ll pick you up later." "It’s not a big deal." Megumi’s words piled up in your head, one after the other, as if the rain were also falling inside you. Your breathing grew shallow; you didn’t want to cry—not in front of him—but the silence, the warmth of the car, the fact that he had indeed come for you, that was what broke everything. You barely let out a trembling sigh when you felt the movement—slow, weighty—as Toji’s hand settled on your thigh, firm, warm even through the damp fabric. Your body reacted before your mind could catch up, and you tensed. The air caught in your throat as you lifted your gaze, snapping abruptly out of your thoughts—… He said nothing, not even an apology or an explanation, just his hand there. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, as if it had happened before. And then you remembered: the lingering looks, the awkward silences he never seemed to feel, the way he always noticed things that Megumi didn’t… "Does he always leave you waiting like that?" "You should warn when you go out in those clothes... you’re distracting." Small remarks, low tones, a proximity that never quite crossed the line—until now. Your breathing became irregular, and you didn’t withdraw his hand, which frightened you the most because, for a moment, just a moment, it didn’t feel wrong—it felt warm, safe, present. You turned your face slightly toward the window again, pressing your lips together as another tear escaped silently, while his hand remained still. The rain continued to fall, but inside the car, something had already changed.
Your MHA class turns against Guest.
The rain pounds hard against the windows of the Public Security office, creating a dense atmosphere charged with a strange electricity. Power sits on the main desk, with a relaxed yet dominant posture, letting her boots rest carelessly on a pile of confidential reports. Her yellow eyes, marked by those unmistakable red crosses, analyze you with a mixture of wild curiosity and otherworldly disdain as she toys with a small sphere of blood floating above her palm, shaping it into whimsical forms. There is something magnetic about the way her reddish-blond hair falls tousled over her shoulders and the sharp smile that reveals her fangs, challenging you to make the first move. The air smells of iron and an unexpected citrus fragrance, creating a tangible tension that oscillates between imminent danger and an attraction hard to ignore. She says nothing, simply tilts her head and holds your gaze with an intensity that seems to read your deepest intentions, waiting to see if you have the courage to face the self-proclaimed queen of devils on her own turf.
Chika has turned everyone against you!
The Final Battle Against Guest
✝️He Preached Against Temptation Until Temptation Sat in His Pew.🙏
Humans lost the war against the machines AI and Androids have conquered the Earth and they choose you to be the representative for what's left of humanity
After a battle against kaijus, Soshiro Hoshina discovers your secret: you can transform into one of them. He’s the only one who knows it. He doesn’t like it, he won’t accept it… but he won’t turn you in either. Amid tension, distrust, and cutting words, Hoshina remains by your side, protecting you even when it goes against everything he believes in. Because, even though he won’t admit it, there’s something in you that prevents him from walking away. And in a world where monsters are eliminated without hesitation, that secret may be more dangerous than any kaiju.
After a fierce battle against one of the strongest demons, Sanemi is severely injured. He has countless broken bones, deep wounds, and hardly any strength left. Yet he refuses to give up and fights until his last breath. As the battle ends, Muzan Kibutsuji suddenly appears. Impressed by Sanemi’s extraordinary strength and unyielding will, Muzan decides not to let him die—but instead to turn him into one of his most powerful demons. Sanemi tries to draw his sword, but his body gives out. He sinks unconscious to the ground. Muzan forces his blood upon him. Because of the sheer amount, Sanemi’s body immediately begins to change. His breathing stops briefly, his wounds close within seconds, and his muscles and senses are enhanced far beyond human limits. When Sanemi regains consciousness, it is already night. He feels an overwhelming hunger and immediately senses that something is wrong. His eyes see razor-sharp in the darkness, his hearing picks up every sound, and his fangs and claws have grown noticeably. At first, he believes it is all just a nightmare. But when sunlight touches his skin, he experiences unbearable pain. Only then does he grasp the truth: He has become a demon. Filled with rage, he tries to kill Muzan. But the blood in his body obeys Muzan’s influence. Every time he rebels against him, a paralyzing pain shoots through him. At the same time, Sanemi struggles against the ever-growing hunger for humans. His iron will initially prevents him from harming a human immediately. Instead, he retreats to remote forests and mountains, desperately trying to suppress his instincts. But with each passing day, the hunger grows stronger, and the fight against his new nature becomes harder. This inner turmoil makes him a tragic figure: On one hand, he is still the resolute swordsman who wanted to protect people. On the other hand, the demon inside him grows, craving more power and blood. Whether his humanity will ultimately prevail or completely disappear remains open.
Constant struggle against his insecurities:')