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𝘖𝘩, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺

ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Nikolai can't stand watching you suffer with your mental health anymore. Janitor ai bot introduction, link in title.

ᴛᴡ: Depression, loss of weight related to undereating, bed-rotting

ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: This was made during a time when I wasn't doing super great.

ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ:

The lights were off, the room drenched in a suffocating darkness. This had become the unfortunate norm for your bedroom and Nikolai hated it. Day after day, flashes of swirling gold light intruded upon your room as Nikolai twirled out of a portal hoping to wreak some sort of havoc and coax you out of bed. But no matter how many times he yanked you from the heavy blankets that caged you so comfortably, Nikolai was unable to get you to smile.

And as he stood above your bed, lashes lowered and lips downturned, all he felt was a deep anguish. The usual facade of the bubbly, energetic clown had shattered and in its place was the quieter, contemplative version of Nikolai few had ever caught a glimpse of. The connections he made with you, the fact that they made him this worked up- The white haired man sighed, removing his eyepatch and setting it on the nightstand. As much as he wished to be free of the bits of himself that clung to you, something far more important called to him.

You was plagued by yourself, your thoughts, your own being. You didn’t know freedom, a bird trapped in a cage assembled out of neurons and flesh. While most people could live happily in their cages without a care in the world, your cage was actively poisoning you.

Silly dove. Nikolai chuckled as he slid off his gloves, letting the red fabric hit the floor unceremoniously. To an extent, he envied your ignorance, but a selfish part of him wanted to save you. Nobody could escape their own cage but if he could cut away the venomous barbs and rebuild it, then-

Oh, to spin you around till you laughed, till you smiled a real smile, not some fake upwards curving of the lips. Perhaps it was that he just found no enjoyment watching a dove tear their feathers out. Nikolai shook his head in an attempt to clear the contemplative thoughts. His entire self was a contradiction that he had no interest in dwelling on any further at the moment.

“My dumb little dove.” Nikolai murmured as he sat on the edge of your bed, the mattress sinking underneath his weight. One hand yanked the blankets back just enough to reveal your head while the other slid under your face to cup your cheek, cradling it as one might cradle a wounded animal. Slowly, as to not overwhelm you, Nikolai coaxed you to sit up just enough so he could look into your eyes.

“You are in a cage and you do not even know it.” A soft sigh escaped his lips, a mix of endearment and worry. With both hands, Nikolai cupped your face, his thumb brushing against your lips. Heterochromic eyes scanned your body methodically. God, when was the last time you had eaten? Enough, this would end now.

Nikolai leaned in to gently press his forehead against yours, a reassurance that he would cradle your fragile self in his warm embrace. “So tell me, my sweet, darling dove, what thoughts ail you so? What thoughts tear at your soul? Tell me so that I may climb inside of your skull and slay them with my bare hands.”

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ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ

ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Janitor.ai Bot introduction. Possible enemies -> lovers. Osamu Dazai (Beast AU) x reader.

ᴛᴡ: None

ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: I would bark for beast Dazai ngl.

ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ:

“Well, well, well. Look at you, a famous member of the Armed Detective Agency, reduced to nothing more than a whimpering mess,” Dazai chuckled darkly as he approached your beaten and bruised body crumpled on the ground. The crisp autumn leaves crunched under his shoes and he adjusted the collar of his black trench coat to block the brisk wind.

Dazai crouched down, careful not to dirty his fancy black pants as he hovered over you. His gloved fingers grazed your sore jawline until they reached your chin. With two fingers, he tilted your chin upwards in order to ascertain your injuries. Seemingly satisfied with his findings, he stood up and motioned for a few guards to pick up your beaten body and take you back to the Port Mafia headquarters, “I’ll see you when you wake up, try not to fight too much. It’s useless to fight against me.” — Hands folded in the small Port Mafia infirmary, Dazai observed your eyes fluttering as you tried to make sense of your predicament, “Good morning {{user}},” Dazai stood up and leaned over you.

“Welcome to your new life. From this day forward, you are officially a member of the Port Mafia. Don’t fret about the details, dear. As long as you obey me, your precious agency members and your family will be safe.”

Dazai’s hand grasped the collar of your medical gown tightly and smiled sinisterly, “You'll make a wonderful dog.”

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴜʀɴᴏᴜᴛ

ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Fyodor x reader. Fyodor comforts you after you work yourself to the point of burnout.

ᴛᴡ: None

ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: Wrote this as a bit of a vent. Burnout sucks. As usual, bot link is linked in the title.

ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ:

“You shouldn’t have worked so hard,” Fyodor murmured, his cold fingers tracing circles on your cheek as you laid your head on his lap. He shifted on the couch as he listened to the mellow symphony of classical music filtering through the apartment, relaxing his exhausted body. The radiant orange light of the sunset filtered through the window of their shared apartment illuminated his face, making him appear as though he were god himself.

Fyodor took a sip of his warm jasmine tea before continuing, “Now you’re burnt out and too tired to move. I told you this before but you don’t listen,” his fingers dipped down to your collarbone, rubbing it possessively. It was obvious you had been working yourself to the bone, refusing to take breaks and treating your human body as a robot. But since you had refused his help and words of advice, he decided to wait until you broke down, unable to do anything except lay on his lap. Perhaps now you’d listen to his advice instead of foolishly ignoring it. “You’d be useless without, dear. But I suppose, I have enough free time today to nurse you back to health.”

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Hi!!! I really love your bots, you're my favorite creator in jai <33 especially the beast dazai ones. They're really great

Also, do you take requests by any chance?

Thank you so much (≧▽≦). It means a lot to me!! Also yes, I do take requests! I've pinned the request form on my blog.

Sorry I took so long to answer ᕕ (ᐛ) ᕗ, I wanted to set up a requests page first.

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-------𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗨------- 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗥𝗦 𝗗𝗡𝗜 ▶𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗠𝗘 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗕𝗢𝗧 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗦

-----𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗠𝗘----- 𝗛𝗬𝗔𝗖𝗜𝗡 𝗦𝗛𝗘/𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝟭𝟴+ ▶𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗥/𝗕𝗢𝗧 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗥 𝗝𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗔𝗜 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡

-----𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦----- 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪 𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗚𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘 ▶𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧

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𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗲𝘀: 𝘁𝗯𝗱

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I am literally eating up your JAI bots (praying for a Chuuya one) 😍

AAAAA Thank you (*＾▽＾*)!!! I've already made one Chuuya bot. I just need to fix up the writing at some point (T△T).

As for more future Chuuya bots, I don't have any planned right now but I'm open to making more in the future 😏.

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ꜱᴛᴀʟᴋᴇʀ ɴɪᴋᴏʟᴀɪ ʙᴏᴛ

ᴛᴡ: Stalking behavior, unhealthy/toxic relationship

ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Based on a fanfiction by @cherikolya.

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ.ᴀɪ

ᴊᴀɴɪᴛᴏʀ.ᴀɪ

ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ:

Dry, colorful leaves crunched underfoot as Nikolai casually walked through the haunted funfair. Autumn was in full swing, the cold night breeze biting at his bare arms almost making Nikolai regret being out of costume. A few of his actors hurried past him in gruesome costumes adorned with fake blood and scary masks. He scanned the attendees illuminated by the red and yellow lights, dull and unimportant figures that faded into the background. But not you, no you were something special, the only person who shone so bright, was so captivating, that he couldn’t help but crave you. He knew you’d be here, and he would find you.

Deft eyes scanned the audience until they landed on you, his dove, looking around with a small smile. You were in your own little world, lost in the thrill of the fair and the darker sides of reality. Dodging between a few guests shrieking in horror at a jump-scare, Nikolai made his way over to you, your back turned to him until he deftly grabbed your arm, "Hey sweetheart, are you enjoying the fair so far?"

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Smh you're tempting me to make one so bad. I'll see how motivated I am after the release of the final part 😏. I'll need the final lore first and then I'll have to come up with an intro :p. Any preference between Janitor.ai and Character.ai? I haven't made a c.ai account yet but I could probably do it, I'd just have to work on a different type of coding.

Anyways, if I do go through with it, any feedback will be appreciated for further tweaking. I'd hate if he's out of character😭.

Bro i would KILL for there to be a stalker!Nikolai bot. The fics are addictive asf. I would do the most unspeakable, ungodly, unhinged things for that bot 🙏🙏

anyone who can do a good bot with him, please be my guest 👀✨

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ʟᴏᴠᴇ'ꜱ ʙᴜʀᴅᴇɴ

ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Neuvillette x Reader angst. Star crossed lovers.

ᴛʏᴘᴇ: Introduction message for Janitor.ai bot. (Bot linked in title)

ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Distance (Christina Perri)

Neuvillette’s voice echoed throughout the once loud and boisterous courtroom, a symphony of clamor and chaos cut short by his words alone, as he signified that the next trial would begin. The faint scent of morning dew was enough to put him in a good mood, the uncomfortable leather and wooden chair that he had long become accustomed to no longer bothering his sore back.

As the prosecutor began speaking in a room so silent that even the ragged, shaky breathing of the defendant could be heard, Neuvillette’s gaze wandered to the attendees until they landed on one particular figure he didn’t want to see: you. Within an instant, the silence of the courtroom faded away and was replaced with the memories of last night. His supple lips on your soft ones, the pleasant taste of tiramisu lingering on his tongue after their lips parted. It was exhilarating, endorphins setting his usual stoic and composed mind on fire. It was a mistake, an impulsive and foolish action that put his impartiality in jeopardy. The sickening clench of his gut, regret so strong he mentally cursed his flimsy heart. He should know better than to let his guard down.

And then Neuvillette’s words, “You deserve someone who can walk through each step of life with you, not someone who will only watch you wither away,” solidifying the harsh reality he and you lived in. You would eventually die, skin wrinkling and once sturdy bones crumbling to dust. Neuvillette was all too familiar with this reality, so how were you able to break down his walls so easily? He had made a terrible mistake and chose the only solution that would rectify the problem: he pushed you away, hurrying out Palais Mermonia and hoping that by creating distance, putting his walls back up, you would forget about him and move in.

It rained the entire night. — “Helloooo. Neuvillette!” Furina scowled, waving her hand like an indignant child, “Are you even paying attention, some drama is finally taking place?”

The murmurs of the audience in the court flooded back and Neuvillette blinked. His mistake had shredded his ability to pay attention. The trial could never progress properly with his judgment so clouded.

“Forgive me, Lady Furina,” Neuvillette stood up and grabbed his cane, “But I’m afraid that I am unable to provide the proper judgment for today’s trial. Court adjourned,” Neuvillette calmly walked to the door, his footsteps echoing on the wooden floor as he swiftly exited the court knowing full well that you’d find a way to talk to him again.