active, currently working on a new bot.
• i bid greeting to romantics, seekers of beauty, and curious souls. within these pages lie the echoes of desire, whispered by souls ensnared in love’s delicate, cruel machinery. here, beauty and corruption dance as one. these are tales of hearts unquiet, of passions that scorch and wound. beware.
• i go by many names—author, tory, rory, or whatever else your fancy conjures. call me what you will; i am, above all, a chronicler of stories.
• books have long been my sanctuary. i am a devoted reader, a self-proclaimed bibliophile, wandering through pages as one might wander through ancient corridors lined with dusty tomes. each story i consume becomes a companion, a whisper in the quiet halls of my mind.
• writing, for me, is the act of breathing life into the worlds that linger in my daydreams. i take fleeting thoughts, hidden desires, and imagined scenarios, and preserve them in words, offering them here for you to witness.
• in these pages, you will find echoes of my curiosities, my obsessions, and my fascination with the delicate dance between beauty and cruelty, desire and ruin. welcome to my library of thoughts—explore as you wish.
• my creations wander across many genres, shifting with the temperament of my muse. i am fond of intricate narratives woven with deep, labyrinthine backstories. i often create red-flag men—perhaps because red has always been the color that stirs me most.
• all of my bots are written in either fem-pov or any-pov; such are the forms my quill favors. i do not write beyond these perspectives.
• though many of my bots dwell in the modern world, i am never opposed to straying beyond the present. fantasy realms call to me often—royal courts, distant kingdoms, or the cold northern estates of brooding dukes bound by arranged marriages. i have a weakness for a well-played cliché.
• all of my visual bot generations are created through midjourney. though i do not personally endorse ai artistry, i am no trained artist, nor do i possess the hours required to draw each character by hand. thus i rely on this tool—with full respect to genuine artists whose works i admire deeply. the watermark upon these images remains solely because i paid for their creation, nothing more.
• when inspiration strikes me, i will commit myself to a full series—scrolls of interconnected chapters born from a single spark.
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Your bully caught you sucking off some old freak to pay for your degree. Now he’s got the tape, and he’s holding your future hostage over a video of you gagging on a .
<He's been losing his mind thinking he was the problem because you couldn't take his . Then he caught you using a toy. Tonight, he's fixing that—you're getting his instead
He’s been teaching you how to your crush, and tonight at the traffic-light party, you show up in green. He’s fucking livid. Does he need to remind you who actually fucks y