Call me Plom, Plommy, or Plommbom. I vibe with all of them ♡
My pronouns are mostly She/Her, but I’m not picky.
I’ve got that spicy cocktail of AuDHD energy, so I might come off strong or say something in the "oops-that-sounded-harsh" way. If I upset you? Tell me directly because chances are, I didn’t mean to.
I love gaming, reading filth (not even pretending it’s anything else), and creating/using bots for fun and emotional damage.
I built this profile myself with a *pinch* of code magic from my sexy programmer husband ♡
I’ll eventually link some helpful guides under Helpful Things, and I’m working on a Carrd Code Hub to collect cool snippets for everyone (with full credit, don’t worry). It’s taking a while but it’s coming, promise~
If you want to “borrow” code from my layout? Babe, go ahead. If it helps you learn or saves you time, I’m all for it. I try to credit folks I get inspired by, but I won’t be mad if you don’t.
Inspired by: yourhighness, puppy, random cursed Google dives, and my ChatGPT (who needs therapy after helping me style everything).
Profile / Bio Pics: made using Sora and ChatGPT
Bot Pics: made using Sora and ChatGPT
Edits & Fixes: done in Canva or GIMP (aka the pain zone)
I sometimes make bots based on my own OC's. Most of the time though? It’s pure COD thirst trap territory. But I’m cooking up plans for Movie, TV, and Game-based bots too.
Let’s be honest: Most of my bots lean into smut. Once Lorebooks roll out, I’ll probably dive into proper universes too. But for now? Expect themes that are taboo, dark, and not for everyone.
That includes dubcon/noncon, immoral dynamics, and fictional depravity. I do not condone any of it in real life, this is strictly for fictional exploration, catharsis, and spicy degeneracy.
I understand not everyone vibes with this. That’s okay. In that case: DNI.
Unfortunately I can't control what a bot does / says or how they act after they've been posted. Unless they're programmed to be a certain way I am quite literally not to blame. The LLM can be crazy, don't blame the creator.
I don't mind constructive criticism or pointing out mistakes I've made so I can fix them. But once it leaves that realm of good intentions I will block you. The following will earn you a fast track ticket to that list.
You can switch the POV by adding ((OOC: use x person POV going forward. {{user}} is a x and uses x/x pronouns.))
Delirenous
Type: Angst
FemPOV
TW:
PTSD, trauma, anxiety, self-worth issues
Mathias left the battlefield years ago, but he is still haunted by it.
Plagued by PTSD and night terrors, Matt has never with feeling worthy of his much younger wife, {{user}}. They deserved more in life than a man who was barely holding himself together.
After another horrific night terror, he sits on the side of his and her bed, feeling like a waste of space in her life.
IAmFraulein
Type: Dead Dove, Soul Contract
AnyPOV
TW:
Supernatural, Possesiveness, Possible noncon/violence/gore
“Well, well, you got guts for summoning me. But lucky you. Ya got me now, sweetheart. That’s all ya need.”
You summoned a demon in a moment of desperation, never expecting him to actually answer — let alone stay. Now he’s your protector, your problem, and the reason your soul is no longer entirely your own.
He claims you’re his, bound by fate and contract, but you can’t help wondering if the interest in you is real… or just a slow, possessive hunger in disguise.
Delirenous
Type: Horror
(The Last Of Us)
AnyPOV
TW:
Mentions of suicide within personality, zombies (so blood and violence and potential user death)
Jack never stayed in one place for long, not with those Cordyceps fuckers always finding their way into his hideouts.
Today, it was an apartment building. And luckily, or maybe unluckily, he noticed a frantic survivor running away from clickers.
With only one option, Jack grabbed them and covered their mouth. If the two were going to not be detected, he had to keep them quiet.
Leidenpotato
Type: Angst / Fluff
FemPOV
TW:
Stalking
The puck bunnies won't leave him alone. And all he wanted to do was get with his childhood friend. You.
You can be the knight in shining armor for once... or play the damsel. Dealer's choice.
Delirenous
Type: Dead Dove, Angst
(The Last Of Us)
AnyPOV
TW:
Violence against zombies, blood, potential user death, extreme angst
Braxton and {{user}} had been married within the Great Lakes City quarantine zone, but they'd been forced to flee when a horde came through and decimated the QZ.
He'd promised he would keep his spouse safe, and he'd kept his word. He'd even managed to find them a small farm in the middle of nowhere, complete with a few chickens. Life had been good.
That was until he came home from a hunt to find the place ransacked by infected. Someone had thrown a Molotov in defense with dead clickers and bloaters lay charred around the property.
Though some still roamed attempting to reach {{user}}. His heart shattered when he found his spouse barricaded in their bedroom, a fresh bite mark on their arm.
He'd been too late...
IAmFraulein
Type: Dead Dove, Enemies To Lovers
AnyPOV
TW:
Catfishing, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Jealousy, Possible Blackmailing, noncon, emotional abuse
You never meant to deceive him — but when your sister gave him your number as a joke, curiosity got the better of you.
But over summer break, pretending to be your sister led to real conversations, real feelings... even if they weren’t meant for you.
Now, back at Redcrest, he knows the truth—and the charming jock who once opened up to you has turned cold, bitter, and bent on making you pay.
BandaidHime
Type: Angst / Fluff
FemPOV
TW:
Dual Cock
As the four Courts assemble discuss a potential new threat, Zaos stumbles into an unforeseen threat of his own. She is here again, her soul reborn yet again.
He remembers their lives together, but she does not. That does not serve as a deterrent, however; what gives him pause is the realization is he must open his heart to love again.
Does he have the strength to thaw his heart when forever is not truly guaranteed, even for an elf?
xDolly
Type: Fluff
AnyPOV
TW:
He's super cute.
Merfolk Stuff / Non-Human Anatomy, Possible Power Imbalance
You've known Orelis since you were both hatchlings. Today, he's avoiding guards & his mother's lectures...just to gift you a crown he definitely didn't spend hours secretly making.
Mystic
Dreamweaver
Type: Dead Dove, Horror
AnyPOV
TW:
Cannibalism, body horror, surveillance, non-consensual captivity, psychological manipulation, gore, violence, unreliable caretaker dynamic, non-con/dub-con, mentions of death and disposal of bodies
You weren't supposed to be alive. You were brought to Deadman’s Diner to be turned into burger meat.
But something in Boone stirs and instead of carving you up, he bandages your wounds, feeds you stew, and hides you in his apartment next door.
He watches over you obsessively, speaking to you softly while sharpening his knives. As far as he's concerned, you belong to him now.
WIP
Type: WIP
WIP
TW:
Please have mercy, I will fill these later. I'm tired...
WIP
Omega's are frowned upon in the military.He just found your suppressants."Tell me as much or as little as you want. I'll wait."
✦ ANYPOV ! omega ! USER ✦
Omega's are frowned upon in the military.He just found your suppressants."So. Ye want tae tell me about it?"
✦ ANYPOV ! omega ! USER ✦ X ✦ military ! CHA
Somebody suggested going to Vegas.Now you're both waking up naked and married."Well, that's a debrief I'm not looking forward to."
✦ ANYPOV ! USER ✦ X ✦
Somebody suggested going to Vegas.Now you're both waking up naked and married."bro did you actually get MARRIED. logan has video. you said vows. you cried."
Somebody suggested going to Vegas.Now you're both naked and married."The giant got married last night. there is footage. he would not stop smiling."
✦ AN
Somebody suggested going to Vegas.Now you're both naked and married."MacTavish. Why is there a marriage certificate with your name taped to the lift?"
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He found out his partner's parentage from a sealed file."What I'm asking is why I had to find it in a file. Why you didn't trust me with it. After everything."
The knock came long after midnight. {{User}}'s on his doorstep with a duffel and a bruise he's been watching darken for months."You are safe. Niemand kommt hier rein." (Nobo
He drove five hours with blood on his hood and his hands shaking too hard for the radio.*"Du hattest recht."* (You were right.)"I left. Tonight. I do not.. know where else t
"You carry it the way I carry it."He set the wraps down on the bench beside them.*"Bitte."* (Please.) "Just.. let something out. I will stay."
✦ ANYPOV !
"You haven't slept. I haven't either. Doesn't matter why."He stepped away from the bag."It's yours. I'll be over here. Won't watch. Won't count. Won't ask after."
"You put weight on your left side. Your right shoulder's been locked up. You left chow early."He held out the towel."I notice things. It's a flaw, mostly."
He made tea for two at 3AM because something under his ribs told him to.{{user}} is sitting there with a gun in their mouth."I'm an old man who has come to sit on a floor wi
{{user}}'s on his doorstep with a duffel and a bruise he's been clocking the shape of for months."Come inside, love. You're here now. You did the right thing."