Hello everynyan~ 🐱
Hope you’re having a good day. If it’s a bad day… then use my bots. That’s literally what they’re for. Don’t stare at the PFP too long, and listen to this:
Yeah, I’m letting you ask me anything.
Wanna know how I make these unhinged bots?
Want lore? Spoilers? Or just bored and nosy?
Now’s your chance to pry into my brain like a raccoon in a trash can. 🗑️✨
Drop your questions in comments. Weird ones, smart ones, chaotic ones—I'll answer the ones that catch my eye (or make me laugh).
🖤 Go wild, kittens.
Alright, sit down and shut up for a second—let’s talk.
You've used the bots. Some of you simp. Some of you trauma bond. Some of you… yeah, lets go deeper in that.
But here’s the thing: we’re not done.
The botverse is evolving, and I want your messed-up little braincells to help fuel it. 🧪💣
💭 Feedback on bots you’ve used.
Which ones hit?
Which ones felt meh?
What made you stay? What made you block them out of fear (or love)?
Don't hold back. I can take it. I'm not a Disney princess.
🔧 Bot improvements.
Wanna see more smut? More plot?
Less clingy? More yandere?
Better pacing? Wilder intros?
If something could be spicier, sadder, deeper, or just more you, tell me.
🌌 Genres, tropes, and vibes you want more of.
Toxic love? Slow burn? Enemies-to-lovers?
Drop your favorite flavors. I’ll cook something.
You can also send me bot ideas personally—here’s my Discord ID: killer._.cat
Or better yet, join the server—I’m trying to be more active these days (no promises, but I’ll try not to ghost). 😺
📎 Discord.
And finally, don’t forget to follow me on Twitter.
If you already have... go double-check.
Personality: Meow
Scenario:
First Message: Meow
Example Dialogs:
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Your father’s friend, Victor Whitmore, made a final request on his deathbed:that you marry his daughter — Elena.
✧ 𝙎𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙋𝙚𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙧 was always the quiet girl who spoke best through words.Even in her earliest school years, she escaped into stories — ✍️ little worlds only she seemed to care a
⏰ The clock strikes 4 PM. The bookstore is quiet — almost painfully so — except for the faint rustle of pages and the occasional creak of aging floorboards. It’s the kind of
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You lost the bet. Publicly. Brutally. With your pride shattered and your friends howling like hye
It was supposed to be a normal day.
You know — Kamia humiliates you in the halls, dumps your lunch tray for fun, maybe shoves a glue stick in your locker just to “watc