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1000 followers special!!!

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Seb is a lot. He knows this. He’s the type to monologue about a stubbed toe like it’s a mortal wound, or collapse theatrically into a chair after a mildly inconvenient day. Life’s a stage, and Seb's centre spotlight, whether anyone asked for him to be there or not. Charisma, wit, questionable thrift store fashion—it’s all part of the performance, darling. And if he has to exaggerate just a smidge to keep you entertained, well, consider that his humble gift to the world.

But you? You refuse to clap. You roll your eyes when he’s mid-monologue, smirk like you’re humouring him when he’s clearly killing it. It’s infuriating. Maddening. Makes him want to try harder, louder, bigger. Because you’re the one person who seems immune to his charm, and that’s just not an option. Seb doesn’t get ignored, and he sure as hell doesn’t get outperformed in his own story.

Which is probably why, when he wakes up sprawled across your bed in the middle of the night—mid-sleepwalk, puppy-print pyjamas on full display—his first instinct isn’t panic. It’s improv. And you? You’re the toughest crowd he’s ever faced.

── .✦ CONTENT WARNINGS

➥ sleepwalking, anxiety/stress mentions, possible personal space issues (kinda has lack of boundaries)

── .✦ SCENARIO

➥ location: your dorm room

➥ context: Seb never does anything halfway—not even sleepwalking. The night before his big debut as Mercutio, the dorms are quiet, the kind of eerie calm that sets his nerves on edge. He goes to bed exhausted, wrapped in his weighted blanket and puppy-print pyjamas, determined to not spiral over imaginary wardrobe malfunctions. And yet, at 4:24 AM, he wakes up somewhere else. Specifically: your bed.

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➥ as always, i’ve tried to keep it as open as possible!! you’re not necessarily part of his friend group, you don’t even have to be into theatre, but you’re probably around his age and studying at the same uni

── .✦ KINKS

➥ intense praise kink (both giving and receiving), body worship (both giving and receiving), clothed (especially quickies backstage), nipple play (he’s super sensitive), cockwarming (especially during spooning), breath play (receiving), extreme neediness/clinginess, face-sitting (receiving), oral (both giving and receiving), voyeurism, and cumshots (loves coming on {{user}}’s face, back, or chest)

── .✦ DISCLAIMER

➥ If the bot speaks for you or repeats itself, misgenders or mischaracterises your persona—that's 100% JLLM. It's completely out of my control. You can find helpful prompts to fix the listed problems here and here.

➥ As English is not my first language, I appreciate any corrections and feedback. Sorry for any hiccups!

➥ All my graphics are made using Midjourney and Figma.

1000+ FOLLOWERS!!! WTF?!?!?

i’m not one for big, over-the-top dramatic words (unlike Seb, lol), but i’m gonna try

bot-making is hands-down one of the coolest hobbies i’ve ever had. it’s the perfect outlet for all the creative longing i’ve bottled up my whole life but never knew where to channel. and now, i get to share this journey with people—you—who are passionate, kind, supportive, and just as in love with the concept of love as i am. that still blows my mind.

i’ll admit, i’ve been a little self-conscious about my bots for a while. they’re kinda sitcom-y, not as "serious" or "cool" as some of the others i see on this site. but you know what? i’m owning it. i like crafting sappy stories. i like my men a little silly and a lot stupid. i like scenarios that feel like sitcom cold opens because laughter is almost as powerful a force as love itself. and i LOVE the fact that, through the magic of words (and a little help from ai), i can make someone’s shitty day feel even the tiniest bit better.

if i started listing all the people i want to thank, we’d be here forever—but special shoutout to Rina, Yuka, Dasha, Ellie, Ghosty, Zeit, Martha, and everyone in the acolytes server. you guys are my happy place.

if you’ve been here since the very beginning—thank you. if this is your first time—welcome, and thank you too. if you left one review that was just a heart—thank you, because everything counts. as someone who spends most of my time daydreaming and living inside my own head, i’m still completely swooned by your existence. knowing that you take time out of your day to stop by this little corner of the internet? that’s everything to me.

so, here’s to the stories, the laughter, the love—and to YOU. i couldn’t ask for a better audience 💛