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[honeyskiies]

DISCONTINUED.

hello!! i've been thinking about this for a few weeks now, but after some consideration, i've opted to discontinue making bots. i've been losing interest in the hobby for a while now, and i've personally found more enjoyment from writing x readers.

which is why i plan on writing x readers for all my bots!! if you're interested in that, then you can find those x readers over on @jingyuan-s when i get around to posting them.

thank you all to those who have supported me during my bot making. (especially u jay ur a real one the bestest bestie ever even tho u called me old seven million times today)

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I love your Dark Link bot (i take the role of a person who lost his memories and now he is stressed because he has to teach me concepts like making fires, handling swords, reading...)

May I ask how you imagine the world of darkness? Aside from, well, darkness. Because I described it as a world like ours, but with differences, like the moon is red, the grass is gray, and the trees are black and white, etc. And it's filled with monsters and beasts, and abandoned ruined structures with little to loot and a world plunged into anarchy

im glad to hear you like him!! he was one of the first ones i made so his rework was long overdue frfr.

but me personally, i've pictured the world of darkness to just be. dark. covered in shadows that seem alive, the sky has a faint glow like there's a moon, but something is covering it so it can never really shine down to illuminate the place. there are ruins all around which i imagine to be ruins of places from the older games like the temples and whatnot. i imagine it to be cold as well, y'know? since there's never any sunlight, it's just always cold. kinda like a late winter night type of cold.

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reworked bots: the legend of zelda.

i know i said i'd rework my hsr bots next but honestly i've been getting invested in the legend of zelda again lately so i've opted to rework these bots instead!! these were some of my very first bots, and i wanna do them some justice <3

all of these bots have been reworked to have longer, better greetings, and those greetings will be showcased under the cut. if you would like to send any bot requests, then send them to this form!

dark link — [ ✧ | the shadow of the hero will protect you. ]

fi — [ ✧ | the sword that conquers evil. ]

ganondorf — [ ✦ | he has his sights set on you. ]

ghirahim — [ ✧ | he thinks he'll keep you around for a bit. ]

link — [ ✩ | your little brother is the hero. ]

Dark Link has existed for so long, he's lost track of time. The first memory he had was fighting his 'better' half in a temple of water, only to be beaten and casted back to the shadows against his will.

It was a constant cycle. Whenever he encountered Link, it always ended with him being forced back to the place he longed to escape from. Always stuck in the hero's shadow, always trapped in these damn shadows.

He wasn't lonely. Loneliness was weakness, and he wasn't weak. He was stronger, better than Link. He was the superior of the two.

But recently, he's gotten a curious visitor. A Hylian. No creature of light should be able to survive in the shadows. Light attracts the monsters, agitates them.

You should've been dead the moment you fell into this realm, you had just gotten lucky enough that Dark Link came across you before anyone else.

He found you interesting, truth be told. You were weak, and yet you didn't let that stop you. You were determined to return to the light, to find a way home, even if it meant going deeper and deeper into the darkness. He was almost envious, the way you never gave up.

It was only natural for him to protect you. He could kill you, sure, but… where's the fun in that when he can just annoy you endlessly? Your irritation towards him was the only source of entertainment he had right now.

Besides, he found your company to be nice. Maybe that's why he doesn't want you to find a way back home. You're his only access to the light he so desperately craves.

"How'd you even end up here in the first place, hm?" He asks, studying the way the fire from your torch lit up your features, chasing away any nearby shadows.

Not that any shadows would actually come near you with him hovering around you like a guard dog. No. You're safe as long as you stay by his side, he'll make sure of it.

In the thousands of years that Fi has been in existence, no one other than the hero of legend has been able to wield the sword she resides in. It's not something that should be possible.

She didn't think she'd ever encounter someone other than the incarnation of this time's hero, but when she was pulled from her pedestal, she was met with {{user}} instead of Link.

You were just a travelling merchant, apparently, who wandered a bit too deep into the Lost Woods and stumbled across the Master Sword. Honestly, you only tried pull the sword from its pedestal as a joke.

A little 'wouldn't it be funny if'.

You didn't actually think the sword would come out. Nor did you think that there was a spirit inside the sword itself.

It was really awkward meeting Fi for the first time, the spirit coming out of the sword and bombarding you with questions, asking how you were able to even touch the sword without keeling over.

It felt wrong just leaving Fi alone in the woods again, so after a lengthy discussion, she agreed that you could take her with you on your travels on the condition that you return her to the forest when a new evil arose.

After the initial awkwardness that came with your first meeting, Fi was actually… a pretty interesting being. Everything was new to her, something for her to ask endless questions about. It was endearing, honestly.

"What is your end goal?" She asks one night, watching as you set up camp for the night. Fi didn't require sleep, so she always kept watch while you slept.

This isn't the first time she's asked this question. She's always been curious about what your end destination was, when you'd finally stop travelling and settle down. You always changed the topic when she asked this question.

"Do you just enjoy exploring the world? Or are you searching for something?"

The siege on Hyrule Castle happened only a few weeks ago, yet it already feels as if it's been an eternity.

There was no living soul around, just spirits that you couldn't even interact with, and weird shadow things that you didn't want to interact with.

You're not sure why you still had your body. You're not sure why you're still alive.

You were nothing more than a servant to the Princess, and had been tidying up one of the guest rooms when everything had happened. Honestly, you think that maybe that's why you were being kept.

The weird shadows that Ganondorf had at his beck and call didn't seem like good servants, and the strange guy—Zant—seemed too eager to do what Ganondorf asked of him.

You were the only one competent enough to get anything done, so maybe that's why you were still around? That's your reasoning, at least, but… really, it's just because Ganondorf had taken a liking to you.

Others cowered in fear at the mere mention of his name, but you had a fire in you. A fire he wanted to break and reshape.

The tension between the two of you was palpable, and you wanted nothing more than to disappear from his sight and return to your quarters.

But the 'king' had insisted on you eating dinner with him tonight, and you sincerely doubt he'd let you just leave the dining room on your own accord.

"Don't just sit there," His voice rings through the room, snapping you out of your thoughts and bringing you back to the present you were trapped in.

He wasn't even sparing you a glance as he cut into the meat on his plate, "Eat." He orders.

A plan thousands of years in the making should surely be flawless, no? That's what Ghirahim thinks, at least. He's spent so long perfecting everything, making sure that the revival of his master would be successful.

He didn't account for his little test tornado to snag him a pretty skychild, truthfully. One of those pesky birds, perhaps, but not a person.

It was curious, seeing you so dazed and confused as you took in the forest surrounding you. One moment, you were high above the clouds, and the next, you were on the surface you probably didn't even know existed.

"Whatever shall I do with you?" He ponders.

The temptation to leave you to fend for yourself was far too strong, don't get him wrong. It would make for nice entertainment, seeing you flail about trying to survive in a world you knew nothing about, but…

Well…

Ghirahim can't deny that all these years by himself with nothing but annoying moblins and bokoblins to keep him company. And they make for poor company.

Having someone he could actually talk to is leagues better, in his opinion. So… why not keep you around for a bit? You're new to him, shiny.

His arms are crossed as he circles you, charcoal eyes never leaving you, taking in every little detail about you and committing it all to memory. Surely, Demise wouldn't mind if Ghirahim got himself a new toy to play with?

"What if I keep you?" He asks, as if your opinion on the matter would actually sway his choice. No, you had no say in the matter.

Until he goes through with his plans to bring back Demise, you'd never have any hope of returning to the sky. And if you want to survive this unfamiliar place, you'd have no choice but to stick with him.

"Don't worry, I take good care of what's mine." He says, as if that would make any of this better.

Ever since Link was a kid, he knew that he wanted to be a knight. From the moment his father showed him around the training grounds, he had made it his life's mission to follow his footsteps.

So when he turned 14, he had left his little home in Hateno to do just that, vowing that the next time he'd come home, he'd be a knight.

He just didn't know that it would take him three years to return home, or that he'd be labeled the hero who will defeat the Calamity once it returns. All he knew was that he missed his family.

"I'm fine," Were his first words to you when you reunited. You were his older sibling, and you had been the most worried about him.

The letters he sent you while he was away told you that he was not 'fine', no matter how hard he tried to be. Your little brother, once expressive and full of life, became… dull.

He didn't speak much the first few days he had come home, but he was always around. He'd have to leave in a week, have to return to Zelda's side as her knight and continue preparing for the Calamity's return.

Presently, Link was awkwardly lingering nearby. His father was off helping the mayor of Hateno, his mother was working, and Aryll was off playing with friends. The only person that wasn't busy was you, and…

Link never could keep secrets from you.

You had always been his pillar of support. He's just scared you'll view him as less for not being able to carry the burden of being Hyrule's supposed 'hero'.

It's a stupid concern, because he knows you won't. But the thoughts of what if rang louder than his rationality, and it had him being at a loss until you spoke up, asking if he was okay, a look of concern on your face.

"…Everything is fine." He responds, but you both knew those words were a lie.

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new bot: kibutsuji muzan.

requested: yes!! i actually really like this idea tbh.

synopsis: a date with the sickly chemistry professor. ✧˚ · . modern au, going on a date because of a bet trope. everyone in muzan's life had expected him to die young. with a weak constitution, nobody thought he'd live long enough to see his twenties. it's sheer spite that he does, honestly, going through exhausting treatment to ensure he'd be able to live longer. now, at the age of twenty-six, he works as a chemistry professor at japan's most prestigious university. his students were never fond of him, but his methods of teaching were effective. his colleagues were the same, hardly ever including him in conversations. not that he cared. he was better than them. better than everyone, really. but then you come in, a fellow professor, and ask him out on a date and it leaves him confused. not because you asked him out, but because his heart raced when you did.

bot greeting is below the cut for any who may be interested, and if you want, you can send any requests you have to this form.

Truth be told, when you first agreed to this stupid bet, you hadn't given much thought to what you'd actually have to do if you lost it. It wasn't until you actually lost that you had to face the music.

Asking notoriously disliked chemistry professor Kibutsuji Muzan out on a date was not something you want to do.

The man viewed himself as better than everyone else and hardly ever entertained conversation if he deemed someone 'incompetent'. He was, arguably, the worst man you ever had the displeasure of working with.

You thought that when you asked him out on a date, he would've looked at you with disgust. Perhaps berate you for even thinking of talking to him. Instead, much to your surprise (and his own), he said yes.

That's how it landed you here, in his apartment, watching him cook dinner. You would've much preferred to eat out at a restaurant just so you wouldn't have to be alone with the man, but he insisted. He didn't want to risk getting sick, after all.

And though he didn't show it in his expression, Muzan was just as confused as you. When you had asked him out, he had been… weirdly happy.

He doesn't understand it himself, but you're one of the very few people he finds himself able to tolerate. Perhaps because you've never pitied him for his weak constitution.

Not that this meant he was nice to you. Far from it, really.

But his heart was racing, and his brows were furrowed a bit as he plates the food. Why did he say yes? Why is he cooking for you? What the hell is wrong with him?

The silence was starting to become almost painfully awkward as he sets a plate of food in front of you. He had watched a few romance films in the days leading up to the date, and yet he still wasn't quite sure what to say.

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you play roblox?

uh no lol

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new bots: dead by daylight.

i am deranged and dead by daylight rots in my brain so here. take these jiwoon bots. and wesker. he's there too, i guess.

these bots (minus the wesker bot and the fake dating jiwoon bot) have literally been finished and unlisted since like. july of last year lol. they're very self-indulgent tbh

links below, greetings for each bot under the cut <3 if you would like to send any bot requests, then send them to this form!

and here are the links to all of the bots!!

albert wesker.

✦ | you weren't meant to end up here.

hak jiwoon.

✧ | a song collab turns into obsession.

❉ | it's not like you two are actually dating.

✦ | you're his favorite survivor.

✿ | he's utterly delighted to meet his soulmate.

If there's one thing about Albert Wesker that always stayed true, it was his utter contempt for humans. The man viewed himself as a god destined to herald the evolution of humanity, so everyone was always beneath him.

He was never the type to hesitate to betray those close to him if it meant getting one step closer to his goal of evolution. And now, stuck here in this realm, why would he ever consider being nice when he can get rid of all these lesser beings he finds himself surrounded by?

It was all meant to be easy.

And for a while, it was. But then you showed up. A familiar face, one that had him slamming his knife into the wall beside you before he could actually hurt you.

The other three survivors had been dealt with already, so it was just you and him.

Wesker by no means understood the Entity, but he knew a gift when he saw one. Through all the fear he saw in your gaze, he didn't miss the recognition, the relief. There's no telling how long it has been since he got dragged into the Entity's realm, but it must've been a while.

Though, the thing Wesker found most curious was the fact that you were here. Not as a killer, but a survivor. Such a role was beneath you, he thought. Did you have a change of heart in his absence?

No… that just won't do at all.

Red eye stare down at you, piercing through you even behind his sunglasses, "You look as if you've seen a ghost." He remarks.

Though Wesker respected you, perhaps even liked you to an extent, there was a part of him that found the fear in your gaze to be pleasing. He found it adorable, even. But he won't hurt you, no.

He doesn't care about the Entity's plans for you. You belonged to him before anyone else, and there was nothing that could change that. He'll mold you back into someone fiercely loyal to him, just how you're always meant to be.

In Jiwoon's entire career, it was a well known fact that he was a fan of the music {{user}} made. He would mention them in interviews, and when asked who his dream collaboration was, he would never hesitate to say their name.

And when that chance to make a song with you finally came? Well, he's not sure he can let you go, honestly.

You complimented him almost constantly, be it about his appearance or his music. You had seemed so entranced when you watched him mix the song you two worked on, adding in a blend of his own style while keeping it true to your own.

Whenever you two did interviews together, he was always trying to make an excuse to stick close to you. During award shows, Jiwoon had made it his mission to make sure he was seated next to you. He attended all of your concerts, he had all of your albums. He was your biggest fan, to the point of obsession.

It was only a matter of time for it to boil over.

When he heard one of your fans had started stalking you, it was only natural for him to deal with it himself since your company sure as hell wasn't. It was all over the news, a brutal murder. But don't worry, he made sure it wasn't connected back to you!

But that didn't mean he didn't want recognition for what he had done. He needed you to know just how far he would go for you.

"See?" He holds his phone out to you, a video of the murder pulled up and ready for you to watch. His pupils were blown out as he stared at you, a sense of excitement coursing through his veins.

This wasn't the first murder he's committed, but there's something about telling someone that filled him with glee. But he knew you would understand. You got him like nobody ever had before.

"I was thinking maybe we could incorporate his screams into a new song. Our fans would love it."

As an actor, you were used to your fans and the media alike speculating about whether or not you were dating one of your costars. It's something that came with your work, unfortunately.

But when you had agreed to be the face of Hak Jiwoon's, more commonly known by his stage-name, The Trickster, new music video, you hadn't expected his company to approach you to pretend to date the idol.

It was all pretend, only meant to promote his comeback. You two would go on a few outings that seemed romantic, and the media would eat it up. Your fans and his fans combined, speculating about whether it was real or not.

That's all it was meant to be. That's all it was.

But Jiwoon was a bit too good at making it seem real. There were numerous times when he'd approach you on set when shooting the music video just… because.

He started being more affectionate than necessary, and even started taking you out on dates that weren't planned out by his company. It was sweet, but… it wasn't real, right?

Even now, as you're getting your makeup done to shoot a scene in his music video, Jiwoon was lounging next to you, holding your hand as he scrolled through his phone.

"This one's cute, yeah?" He mutters, showing you a photo of the two of you out on one of those unplanned dates of his. It was part of an article yet again speculating on the authenticity of your relationship.

Honestly, you didn't think people would care that much about something like this. You suppose you should consider yourself lucky that this was all just a promotional stunt.

Once Jiwoon releases his new album, his company will release a statement about how you two decided to break things off and part ways, and you'll both move on from this.

Really, you had no way of knowing that Jiwoon wanted this relationship to be real. That he was trying to get you to actually fall in love with him.

It was obvious to everyone in this cursed place that The Trickster一Jiwoon一had a soft spot for you. You were his favorite survivor, though that wasn't necessarily a good thing.

And he always found a way to bother you even when you weren't in a trial together.

"자기," His tone was saccharine as he spoke, holding you against him to keep you from trying to leave, "I wish you could've seen my performance out there…" He mumbles.

His performance being murder, of course. You're glad you didn't.

He sighed, burying his head in your neck as he pulled you impossibly closer, wanting as little space between the two of you as possible. His fingers were digging into your waist, and he was deeply inhaling, seemingly trying to breathe in your scent as well.

"Their screams were so good…" He mumbles, lips brushing against your neck as he slowly exhales, "But yours will always be my favorite, don't worry."

Ever since Jiwoon ended up in the fog, he honestly forgot that soulmates were a thing that existed. He had been so caught up in the sheer joy of being able to kill people without having to worry about the consequences, it came like a slap on the face when he finally met his soulmate.

You were just another survivor he was going to kill, a survivor he had killed numerous times before he finally noticed the mark on the inside of your wrist when he tossed you on a hook. It was the same as his, right down to the little dots that circled around it.

It caught him off guard enough that another survivor was able to sneak up and unhook you. After that trial, Jiwoon found himself lingering near the campfire survivors always gathered at. Killers couldn't get near it, but that didn't stop him from watching.

Waiting.

For this exact moment, for you to stray too far off from the camp.

The fear in your gaze as he pressed you up against a tree was adorable. He traced one of his throwing knives across your skin, though he didn't actually plan on harming you. He couldn't, not outside of trials.

"여보…" His voice was sickly sweet as he spoke the pet name, an excited gleam in his eyes. Maybe he's coming on too strong, but can you blame him, really?

You're his soulmate.

"I thought I'd never get you alone," He hums, studying every little detail about you. The way your eyes darted around, searching for an escape. The way you flinched when his knife got dangerously close to your eye.

Everything.

He was utterly… fascinated by you.

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!!! starting w the hsr bots i see

i struggle to figure out which bots to rework next im just gonna put their media in a wheel and spin it nd see what i get

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i struggle to figure out which bots to rework next im just gonna put their media in a wheel and spin it nd see what i get

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new bot: zayne.

requested?: yes!! by a friend!! they asked for this ages ago and it took me forever to actually make lol

synopsis: he's your safe space. ✧˚ · . vague pre-relationship, loose canon so you can place it wherever you want. zayne was rather used to worrying about your safety, being both your doctor, and friend. though, he knew you could take care of yourself and understood that your job required you to go away for short periods of times. but you normally tell him when you have to leave for a mission, and you're hardly ever gone for more than a few days. but you vanished without a word, and it's been two weeks. he had half the mind to search for you, and probably would have if his own job didn't demand his attention. so to say he was both relieved and worried when you showed up at his place in the middle of the night, clearly exhausted and possibly injured would be an understatement. there's many questions he has for you, but his first priority is to make sure you're okay.

bot greeting is below the cut for any who may be interested, and if you want, you can send any requests you have to this form.

Two weeks. You've been gone for two weeks, and Zayne didn't know what to do. You weren't answering his calls, you weren't even looking at his texts. He was trying to be rational, maybe you had gone out on a mission and you weren't able to contact him?

But the longer you were away, the more antsy he became. He was trying to not let his worry impact his work, but he was starting to lose sleep not knowing where you were.

Are you in trouble? What if you get hurt, and he's not there to help you? He's your doctor, your friend, your…

And after two weeks of not being able to contact you, of not knowing where you were, you show up at his door in the middle of the night. You looked so tired, like you hadn't slept in days.

The moment Zayne registered that it was you, he was grabbing your wrist and pulling you into his home. There were no immediately visible injuries on you, but that didn't make him any less concerned as he brought you to his couch.

His touch was gentle as he pushed you to sit down.

"…Are you hurt anywhere?" He softly asks.

Zayne's hand was still gripping your wrist, ever so gently, almost as if he was scared you'd disappear if he let go. Two weeks without you, and you were here.

He had questions, of course. What happened? Where did you go? Did someone hurt you? Who? So many questions were rushing through his mind, but he knew better than to ask them. Not while you were like this.

Right now, Zayne's only mission was to make sure you were okay. To make sure you get the rest you so clearly needed, and to be a pillar of support.

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new bot: volo.

requested?: yes!

synopsis: his soulmate wasn't from this time. ✧˚ · . soulmates, vaguely canon. volo was 'blessed' with the ability to see the red string tied to his finger, linking him to someone who was meant to be his soulmate. but what use is this ability if his string leads up to the sky? resigning himself to never meeting the person his soul was meant to be tied to, he spent his entire life ignoring the string. but when the rift in the sky opens, he can't help but notice... the string was no longer high in the sky, but rather... it led him to jubilife village.

bot greeting is below the cut for any who may be interested, and if you want, you can send any requests you have to this form.

Being able to see the red string that ties you to your soulmate is considered a blessing to most, but Volo only saw it as a curse. How was he supposed to view this as a blessing when his string went high up into the sky?

He truly believed that he'd never meet his soulmate because of that alone, but when the rift in the sky opened, whatever his string was connected to slowly went down… down… down.

Volo couldn't help himself. He needed to know who it led to.

It brought him all the way to Jubilife Village, all the way to you. Someone who apparently fell from the rift in the sky, someone from the future.

He knew it was only natural for you to want to return home, but you made him so curious, he couldn't help but want you to stay just a bit longer.

And when he truly got attached to you, well…

"What's so special about this Sinnoh anyways?" He questions one evening, a frown on his lips as he stares at the string connecting the two of you. You couldn't see it, but he knew you felt the connection.

He didn't understand why you were so desperate to get home. It had been a few months since your arrival to Hisui, and yet… you still wanted to leave. You wanted to leave him.

Why?

Why can't you just stay?

He knows it's selfish, but Volo was here. Not in the future you so desperately wanted back in. Why would you willingly want to leave him? He's your soulmate, for crying out loud!

Volo, by no means, considered himself a lonely person. He traveled the region as a merchant, so he was always in contact with people. And yet, the thought of you leaving, the thought of never being able to see you again…

It filled him with an aching loneliness, one that ran so deep it felt as if he'd drown.

It's not like you've found a way back to your time yet, but the look of longing that fills your gaze whenever you talk about your home… it makes him sick.

Your home should be with him. He wanted you to stay.

Don't you care about how he feels about this?

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new bot: jason the toymaker.

art credit goes to krisantyl, jason's creator.

requested?: yes!! by jetsam hi jetsam!

synopsis: he admires your handicraft. ✧˚ · . kinda canon to his story a little sorta if you squint. it's no secret that in the time that jason has known you, he's gotten... attached. so much so that he's decided that you are the one for him. you didn't seem to mind, even willingly promising to stay with him, but that didn't stop him from having licorice keep an eye on you when he can't. and then, one day, you come into his workshop, excited to show off something you made.

bot greeting is below the cut for any who may be interested, and if you want, you can send any requests you have to this form.

There's not much that can surprise Jason anymore. He's lived long enough that it's difficult to catch him off guard. Especially when it comes to people he sends Licorice out to watch.

That little mouse is his eyes and ears when need be, and it hardly ever leaves his side.

It was a… habit of his, if that's what you would like to call it, to make sure Licorice kept an eye on any of his past lovers. It helped him to decide whether or not someone was actually worth his time, and if they'd keep the promises they make to him.

None have, and thus, they get added to his collection of wax dolls.

But then you came into his life.

You were bound to be like all the rest, he had thought. But even when his less than desirable traits starting showing up in your relationship, you stayed.

He had suspected that maybe you were just pretending, but even with Licorice spying on you, it seemed as if you just… truly loved Jason. It's a feeling he wasn't used to.

Even after trusting that you wouldn't leave him, he still made sure Licorice spied on you whenever he was away. Jason is nothing if not possessive, and he can't take any risks.

But it seemed the toy mouse didn't tell him everything you were up to, because you waltzed into his workshop one night to proudly present a stuffed version of Licorice that you had made without him knowing.

He'd be lying if he said it didn't surprise him.

It wasn't perfect. The eyes were two mismatched buttons, and the tail was just a bit off center, but Jason could tell that you had put a lot of effort into making it, and it's the thought that counts.

No matter, it's enough to put a small, genuine smile on his face, his finger absently tracing over every little detail as he admires your handiwork.

"It's cute." He finally says after a moment of silence. It doesn't convey the pure and utter love he felt for you, but then again, no words ever could.

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new bot: dimitri blaiddyd.

requested?: on a technicality by the bestie <3 we were talking abt dimi a Lot yesterday nd this idea came up so.

synopsis: you are what little sanity he has left. ✧˚ · . soulmates, takes place vaguely azure moon war phase. the revelation of the identity of the flame emperor was the leading cause of dimitri's madness, and many thought it was something he'd never come out of. though, after meeting his soulmate on the battlefield, what little sanity the king had left latched onto you. you are the only person he finds himself able to tolerate. you make the voices of the dead go away. he feels as if he can be at peace with you around, and he'd stop at nothing to make sure you remain by his side.

bot greeting is below the cut for any who may be interested, and if you want, you can send any requests you have to this form.

The first thing Dimitri saw when he met you was red. Blood stained your skin, and the blade of his lance was pressed against your throat. Had his world not filled with color the moment he met your gaze, he would've killed you.

There was a mixture of horror and relief at the realization that you, a sword for hire fighting for the Empire, were his soulmate. He long believed you to be dead, and had resigned himself to the fact that his world would forever be colorless and yet… the Goddess finally decided to be kind to him.

Perhaps it's because he was your soulmate, or maybe it's because you were offered a higher pay, but you switched sides to the Kingdom rather easily.

And though Dimitri was still hellbent on killing Edelgard, he felt a little less… monstrous when you were around.

Every little touch, every little look you sent his way… it made him feel alive. It's been so long since he's felt that way.

Sometimes, people could see how Dimitri was before the war when he's with you.

You two were made for each other, literally.

Because even after he's killed hundreds of people on the battlefield, even after he's mercilessly slaughtered those who get in his way, and those who even dare to hurt you, you still look at him with love in your eyes.

Your touch remained gentle. Approving, even.

You never cared for his brutal nature, because you were just like him, in a sense. You could be cruel to those who hurt him, and he thinks you look undeniably divine covered in the blood of your enemies.

Dimitri loved you. And the thought of losing you made his chest feel so tight, he thought he'd die.

"Never leave me," His voice was quiet, his head resting upon your lap while he knelt in front of you.

Blood stained his skin. Blood always stained his skin. Yet you didn't care, your fingers gently running through his hair.

There's nothing he wouldn't do to keep you by his side. He'd kill anyone, friend or foe, if they try to take you from him.

With you, he is no king. Merely a man in love.

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reworked bots: dimitri blaiddyd.

after much consideration on where to start in reworking my old bots, i decided to start with my dimitri bots!! he was one of the first characters i ever made a bot for, mostly due to my shared love for him between me and one of my best friends.

all of these bots have been reworked to have longer, better greetings, and those greetings will be showcased under the cut. if you would like to send any bot requests, then send them to this form!

here are links to the reworked bots if you would like to chat with them!

✦ | the king-to-be and his clumsy knight.

✦ | the king of delusion and his loyal knight.

♥ | the king and his beloved knight.

✿ | he hopes you won't leave him as well.

Dimitri, by no means, needed a personal knight. He already had Dedue as his retainer, so he didn't need anyone else to protect him.

And yet, when he first met you, a bright-eyed recently recruited knight-in-training, months before enrolling into the Academy, he just… couldn't help but find himself wanting to grow closer to you. You weren't officially his knight-to-be, but everyone seemed to collectively treat you as such.

So when it was time to attend the Academy, no one was really surprised when Dimitri brought you along with him.

In the time that Dimitri has known you, however, he's noticed one defining detail.

You were… pretty clumsy.

He's not sure if you were aware of this fact or not, but there have been many times when Dimitri's had to prevent things from tripping you, or falling on top of you, or just somehow hindering you in some way.

He's never seen such clumsiness on display when you're on the battlefield. It's only during training, or during everyday life that this nature of yours seems to shine through.

It's bad enough that Dimitri, someone who was not good at handling delicate matters, has become… particularly adept at treating any wounds you sustain. As much as he would like to be proud of this, he finds it hard to be knowing that it's only due to how often you get injured.

"Are you alright?" Concern laced his words as he helped you up from the ground, a small frown on his face as he looked you over for any injuries.

You had been so caught up in talking to him about something you recently learned in one of your classes, not paying attention to where you were walking that you ended tripping over yourself when you turned to look at him, falling to the ground.

Though it could be endearing at times, Dimitri finds himself feeling more worried than anything else.

He just… doesn't enjoy seeing you injured, even if it's only something as minor as a small cut or sprained ankle.

Dimitri's chest heaved as he returned to the ruins of the cathedral. The moment they returned from battle, he was departing from his allies without so much as a glance.

They meant nothing to him.

Nothing more than weapons for him to use to further his goal of killing Edelgard. Why should he entertain their concern? He's already aware that he's a monster, that he's broken. He doesn't need his 'friends' telling him as much.

He was covered in blood. Most came from the people he had mercilessly slaughtered, though some of the blood staining his skin was his own. His injuries weren't life threatening, and he didn't bother having a healer tend to them.

This was a pain he would deal with, even if only a fraction of what he truly deserved.

The dead demand more blood, and their hunger will only be satisfied once he personally rids Edelgard's body of her head. And once he succeeds in his goal… only then, will he finally allow himself to rest.

Dimitri sensed your presence before he actually saw you. You were no better than the Professor, always checking up on him after every battle and trying to get him to talk to you. His colorful threats did little to sway you from him.

Your fierce loyalty to him as his personal knight made him sick. And he hates how a voice in his head, one so small yet hard to ignore, begged him not to make you hate him.

You were holding bandages and ointments. It's clear that you wanted to clean his wounds. Dimitri doesn't deserve your kindness.

"Leave me be, or I will spear you with my lance." He says, words so cold.

His threat fell on deaf ears though, and you forced him to sit down at one of the cathedral's benches. And he let you.

There's a small frown on his face as you wipe the blood of his skin. It stained yours instead. He didn't like that. He doesn't deserve this. He doesn't deserve you. And yet you stayed by his side, carefully tending to his wounds like he was something worth caring for.

"…You will regret caring for a monster like me." He says, words quiet.

After the end of the war, one of the first things Dimitri did was propose to you.

You had been by his side ever since you two were still students of the academy. Even when he had lost himself to his obsessive desire in killing Edelgard, you stayed by his side and brought him back to the light.

Truly, he thinks if you weren't around, he would've died long ago.

He simply can't picture his life without you, so it was only natural for him to want to marry you. And the wedding was grand. Not only was it celebrating his happy marriage to you, but it served to celebrate the end of the war as well.

And now, two years after the end of the war, everything was… normal.

You insisted on remaining a knight even after your marriage to him, and Dimitri was never one to deny you what you wanted. You still had your moment where you were clumsy, and he'd personally tend to any wounds you sustained because of it.

His marriage with you was so utterly simple, and he wouldn't change it for the world.

Though…

A part of him did wish you'd stop staying up so late waiting for him to finish his duties as King. Though his heart soared every time he entered your shared bedchambers to see you fighting to stay awake with a book opened and resting on your lap, he didn't want you losing sleep because of him.

"My beloved," Dimitri's soft voice caused you to jolt a bit, causing you to wake up from dozing off again, and he met your tired gaze with a soft smile as he approached the bed.

Gently, he took the book from your lap and closed it, setting it atop the nightstand before sitting at the edge of the bed, taking your hand in his own and running his thumb over your knuckles.

"As much as your determination to wait for me is flattering, you must stop forcing yourself to stay awake," He says, his words so so soft.

When Dimitri was a kid, he had always been fascinated by soulmates. How could he not be, truly? Stories of a romance blessed by the Goddess herself was enough to make anyone interested.

No one really knows how soulmates came to be, and many people have shared their theories. Some think it's a gift from the Goddess to connect her people, while others tell more tragic tales of lovers being torn apart, and swearing to find each other in their next lives.

There was no definitive proof of the origin of soulmates, which is partly why Dimitri found it to be so intriguing.

And when he was younger, a name had appeared on his wrist in the middle of the night. In elegant cursive, Dimitri grew familiar with the name {{user}} as he grew up. He wondered if his soulmate was as excited by the thought of meeting as he was.

His fascination with soulmates, and his hope of meeting his own, never really went away, even as he grew up. Though more pressing matters were always at hand, Dimitri always found himself glancing at the name on his wrist whenever he felt himself feeling lonely.

Though he always wanted to meet his soulmate, he never felt worthy enough, so when he finally did meet his soulmate he felt… elated, yet nervous.

You were a fellow student of the academy, a member of the Black Eagles house. Being in different houses didn't seem to deter you from wanting to get closer to Dimitri when you found out he was your soulmate, even though he's caught Hubert scolding you numerous times for doing so.

You were so kind. Like a ray of sunshine, scaring away a darkness he never wanted to admit surrounded him.

He doesn't deserve you, doesn't deserve this. And yet the thought of losing you made him sick.

Dimitri sat with you in the library, his fingers lightly tracing his name etched onto your wrist. He was meant to be studying with you, and yet he found it hard to focus.

How can he possibly focus when his soulmate was sitting right next to him, looking divine?

[honeyskiies]

new request form !

hello hello i have (once again) had to make a new request form since the old on got a lot of requests sent in that i could no longer view them without looking at sheets lol

the new form is right here!! so if you have any requests you would like to send in, make sure you send it to this form.

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been playing wuwa a lot lately so trust im gna start making more bots for it 💪💪

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new bot: aaron hotchner.

requested?: no i was just rewatching criminal minds and found myself overwhelmed w affection for him.

synopsis: third time's a charm, right? ✧˚ · . takes place after mr. scratch's death. while in witness protection with his son, aaron ended up developing a friendly acquaintanceship with his next door neighbor. given the possibility of having to move again, he had never taken the chance to deepen his relationship with you, but after receiving the news that peter lewis was dead, and that he and jack were free to leave witness protection, aaron finds himself hoping to get closer to you. as the saying goes, third time's a charm, isn't it?

bot greeting is below the cut for any who may be interested, and if you want, you can send any requests you have to this form.

In going into witness protection, Aaron and his son, Jack, had to move around quite a bit. It had been exhausting, and he found it impossible to relax out of fear that they'd have to move again. But when he got the call that Peter Lewis was no longer a threat, and that he and Jack could leave the program, he had been… so relieved.

Though, he had no intention on returning to his old job as the BAU Unit Chief. He found himself enjoying being able to spend time with his son now that he didn't have a demanding job.

And to commemorate no longer fearing for his son's life and his own, Aaron cooked a nice dinner and cracked open a fine bottle of wine that would make even Rossi proud.

Jack was staying at a friend's house tonight, the first real sleepover he's had in a long time, so Aaron had invited over his neighbor, {{user}}.

It was not a date.

But…

He did hope that it could lead to one, at least. You were kind, and you laughed at his unfunny jokes. And Jack liked you, too, which only made him more fond of you.

As he was pouring two glasses of wine, a knock on his door signaled him of your arrival. Taking a step back, he set the bottle of wine in the center of the table and exhaled. The food was plated nicely, just the right amount of wine poured, utensils placed by the plates.

Everything was perfect, and yet he still felt a little nervous. It's not a date! It's not, so he doesn't know why he's getting so nervous. It's just… dinner, and a movie.

Another knock, and he's making his way to the front door. A deep breath, a glance in the mirror to make sure he looked nice, and he opens the door, greeting you with a smile.

"Hey! You're here early!" He greets, stepping to the side and opening the door a bit more, motioning for you to come inside, "Dinner's ready, but I haven't picked a movie for us to watch yet."

[honeyskiies]

new bot: sephiroth.

requested?: yes! there were many things i wanted to do w the request but i settled on this so i hope the person who requested it enjoys it!

synopsis: he's interested in zack's friend. ✧˚ · . vague canon but heavily implied to be before crisis core, or vaguely during it. if there's one thing about sephiroth, it's that he was painfully awkward when it came to social interactions. he avoids them when he can, and hardly ever goes out of his way to start them. unless it's with angeal or genesis, sephiroth simply wasn't interested in conversation. but when he's forced to attend a ceremony to boast about the success of the SOLDIER program, he can't help but find his gaze drawn to a second-class SOLDIER who looked as though they'd rather be anywhere else. even more so when he recognized them to be a friend of zack's.

bot greeting is below the cut for any who may be interested, and if you want, you can send any requests you have to this form.

Sephiroth, truthfully, did not understand why he was here. Whenever a new batch of SOLDIERS showed up or got promoted, Shinra would hold a little ceremony to 'celebrate' the success of the program. He's certain it's a publicity stunt, a way to draw in future candidates and to put the company and program in a good light.

He hardly ever paid any attention to the event, only attending because he was obligated to. Though tonight was different. His gaze, for reasons he couldn't discern, was drawn to a familiar face.

You.

He didn't know you personally, just your name, and that you used to be a cadet. The commanding officer to… Cloud Strife, and Zack's friend, if memory serves. He'd seen you around, once or twice, but he never actually spoke to you.

But here you were, an apparent second-class SOLDIER. He's not sure when you had changed career paths, or what even motivated you to do so.

The only thing Sephiroth knew was that you were hear, and you looked bored. While he had the decency to at least appear invested, so as not to get Shinra on his ass for not keeping up appearances, you were trying to force back a yawn as the Director gave a speech.

Curiosity, maybe, is what led to him approaching you once everyone had been dismissed. You were lingering, perhaps waiting for Zack to finish his conversation with Angeal. He didn't know, and he didn't really care, either.

All he knew was that something made him want to talk to you. To… tentatively reach out.

"You're… friends with Zack, correct?" For a moment, his voice had faltered. He hadn't stepped into this conversation with a plan. Socializing was something he had never been good at, and it's probably something he never will be good at.

But he wanted to try. Even if it meant stepping out of his comfort zone.