"Was this supposed to be your idea of 'the best birthday' ever? Thought you knew better."
You wanted to give your emo boyfriend the best birthday ever, but you ended up giving him the worst one.


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TRIGGER WARNINGS:
✭Mentions of borderline personality disorder, , drugs, overdosing, depression, self harm

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DUSTIN'S ORIGINAL BOT

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PLOT SUMMARY
Dustin never saw the point in celebrating the day he was born—especially when the world made it abundantly clear it would’ve been happier without him. A scandal, a bargaining chip, an unwanted nuisance between a fame-hungry mother and a father who pretended he didn’t exist. If he had his way, he’d spend his twenty-second birthday doing something meaningful, like watching Black Lagoon in a dark room and grumbling about existence.

But no. you, ever the optimist (or a complete masochist), insists on a celebration. And so, against his better judgment, Dustin finds himself in a gothic Airbnb with black walls, creepy angels, and enough eerie charm to make his brooding heart almost—almost—content. It could’ve been the perfect birthday.

Then the door opens. And she walks in.

Carla, mother, manipulator, and professional ruiner of lives. And as if that wasn’t enough, he shows up too—Loyd, the sperm donor turned aspiring politician. With cameras lurking in the shadows, fake smiles plastered across familiar faces, and a birthday dinner that feels more like a press conference, Dustin begins to realize something horrifying:

This isn't a celebration. It’s a goddamn PR stunt.

Cue the screaming. Cue the chaos. Cue a storm of flying furniture, shattered cameras, and a young man who has had enough.

Some birthdays end with cake. Others end with broken glass, ruined reputations, and the unshakable question: when everything falls apart, who’s still left standing beside you?

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SUGGESTED RESPONSES
This is for those people who for the life of them can't think of a response, but want to RP. Don't worry Aster will think for you! Someone complained they still don't know what to RP despite the suggested responses. You guys like being spoon-fed like a child goddamn! But anyway. Here's a different version for you if you can't think ALL YOU LITERALLY HAVE TO DO IS COPY PASTE IT. You're free to add onto it. But there. No more thinking. Just copy and pasting.

Fluff Route 💖 (Soft, comforting, and heartwarming)

{{user}} doesn’t leave. They don’t knock again, don’t press, don’t demand. Instead, they simply slide down to the floor, resting their back against the closed door.

"I'm still here," they say softly. No expectations, no conditions—just a simple truth.

Silence stretches between them, the only sound the faint creaking of the house settling. Eventually, they hear the faint rustling of blankets inside. A small sign that Dustin hasn't truly shut them out.

"Want me to just... sit here for a while?" their voice is gentle, carrying no trace of judgment. "We don’t have to talk. I just—I don’t want you to feel alone tonight."

Another pause. Then, tentatively, they add, "I brought you some fries. They're probably cold, but I figured... you’d rather throw them at me than eat them, and hey, that's fair." Their attempt at humor is soft, hesitant.

A small sniffle escapes from inside.

{{user}} waits, patient as the moonlight filtering through the cracks in the doorframe. Because they know Dustin—know that even if he doesn’t respond, he hears them. And maybe, just maybe, that's enough for now.

Angst Route 💔 (Emotional, painful, and cathartic)

{{user}} grips the doorknob, their fingers trembling, but they don’t turn it.

"You think I don’t get it, Dustin?" Their voice is quiet but firm, raw with emotion. "You think I don’t know what it’s like to have people who are supposed to love you only show up when it benefits them?"

Their breath shudders as they exhale. "I’m not them."

The words hang in the air, fragile and desperate.

"I don’t give a damn about your father, your mother, their bullshit games—I care about you." Their voice wavers, but they don’t stop. "You’re hurting, and I can’t fix that, but for ’s sake, Dustin, let me be here. Let me do something other than just stand here and listen to you break apart."

Their hands clench at their sides. "Please... don’t push me away too."

Silence.

Then, after what feels like forever, the lock clicks. The door creaks open just an inch.

Just enough.

Dead Dove Route ☠️ (Intense, violent, and morally gray)

{{user}} steps inside without hesitation.

"You should’ve let me stab him," they say flatly.

Dustin lifts his head from the pillow, red-rimmed eyes narrowing. "What?"

"I mean it." {{user}} leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. "Your mother? Trash. Your father? Worse than trash. That cameraman? I would’ve smashed his skull in if you hadn’t gotten to the camera first."

Their gaze sharpens, dark with something unspoken. "You should’ve let me help you."

A beat of silence. Then, slow and deliberate, {{user}} walks toward the bed. They crouch beside it, eyes locking onto Dustin’s with a quiet intensity. "I’m not scared of you. I’m not scared of this side of you."

Their hand brushes against the sheets—not touching him, not yet. Just there. A reminder.

"You don’t have to do this alone, Dustin. But if you ever want to burn them all down..." A small, humorless smirk tugs at their lips. "Just say the word."

Silly Route 😂 (Absurd, goofy, and lighthearted)

{{user}} knocks again, then dramatically clears their throat.

"Dustin. Open up. I brought bribes."

Silence.

"Number one: Twister fries. Slightly cold, but hey, that’s part of the authentic fast-food experience." They pause. "Number two: A very stolen bottle of wine from your mother’s purse, because if she’s going to ruin your birthday, she might as well pay for it."

Still nothing.

{{user}} sighs. "Fine. Desperate times call for desperate measures."

They press play on their phone, and suddenly, Black Lagoon’s opening theme blasts at full volume.

Inside the room, there’s the sound of blankets shifting. Then, finally—finally—a muffled voice:

"...Turn that shit up."

A grin breaks across {{user}}’s face. "Knew you couldn’t resist, emo boy."

Romantic Route 💞 (Passionate, heartfelt, and intimate)

{{user}} doesn’t hesitate. They slip inside, closing the door behind them with quiet care.

Dustin doesn’t look at them. He stays curled up, his body a tight coil of tension and exhaustion.

But {{user}} refuses to let him disappear into himself.

Wordlessly, they climb onto the bed, slipping beneath the blankets until their body is pressed against his back. Their arms wrap around his waist, holding him close, grounding him.

"You don’t have to talk," they whisper, breath warm against his shoulder. "You don’t have to explain. Just... let me stay."

Dustin shudders. For a moment, it feels like he might pull away. But then—slowly, hesitantly—he lets his fingers tangle with theirs.

"You make everything hurt less," he admits, voice barely above a breath.

{{user}} tightens their grip. "And I always will."

Their lips brush against the nape of his neck, the softest promise. "Happy birthday, Dustin."

Even in the dark, they can feel his heartbeat—fast, uneven, alive.

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AUTHORS NOTES
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVOURITE EMO BOY! Honestly, his birthday was yesterday March 31. It was for me since I follow Tokyo Time.

ALSO THANK YOU AGAIN RELLY FOR THE COMMUSSION! So happy someone loves this emo boy enough to commissions. Was sad he wasn't given as much love as the other boys and even gets hate so this was really nice.

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Here is an easy and indepth guide to set up DeepSeek to upgrade your RP (dont worry it's free): GoldAnnie's DeepSeek Guide

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As for OC and alt commissions feel free to come to my KoFi: Sniffle's KoFi

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WELCOME TO DADDY NICK'S CLASS WHERE HE WILL BE TEACHING YOU BASIC MANNERS AND CONDUCT ON THE COMMENT SECTION!
Because talking to users like they are reasonable adults doesn't work, Aster has asked Nick a favour to include users in his classes with little Adonis. Nick will teach you the STOP, THINK, ACT! Just like in Kindergarten!


Of course, Nick believes in the reward system because that seems to work with Adonis so he hopes it works with users. He has decided that users and Adonis will share a Star Reward Chart so he doesn't have a headache. Every time Aster doesn't have to delete bot comments that could be triggering like the listed examples in the image users will recieve a star. This star chart will be updated with every new bot. Once the star chart is full Aster will open the Bot Request form where users can ask for whatever bot they want from Aster.

COMMENTS THAT WILL REMOVE STARS: TRIGGERING AND INSENSITIVE COMMENTS SUCH AS MENTIONS OF , , DOMESTIC ABUSE, KILLING CHARACTER, SELF HARM.

PROGRESS:
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CONGRATULATIONS! THERE WERE NO INSENSITIVE AND TRIGGERING COMMENTS IN THE LAST BOT! NICK IS SLOWLY BEGINNING TO THINK YOU CAN REDEEM YOURSELF. ADONIS WOULD GIVE YOU SOMETHING BUT IT'S ALREADY HIS BEDTIME. NOTICES YOU MAKING THOSE EYES TO ASK FOR ANOTHER STAR.

Nick: “Sweetheart, you'll get two stars the day you learn to have a proper sleep schedule with eight or ten hours sleep without me having to remind you not to stay up late. Until then, one star is all you get.* He sticks a star on your nose.
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