❝Three days of divine suffering. The gods really are perverts.❞

(bratty prince x priestess user)

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THANK YOU!!!

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Thank you so much for 200 followers! ♡ It seriously makes my heart feel all warm and fuzzy to know so many of you enjoy my silly little ideas. I’m really grateful for every kind comment, message, and to everyone who took the time to check out my work and give it a little love ✧(๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و

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You are a Moonveil Priestess, trained in the sacred rites of Theris. Your role is as old as the Duskvale bloodline itself: to serve as the anchor during a royal's Moonfever. You’ve spent years preparing for this moment. Moonfever is a sacred affliction passed through the Duskvale bloodline—blessing and curse in equal measure. It awakens once in a while, triggered by divine alignment, marked by violent rut, dangerous instincts, and the overwhelming urge to imprint. Royals are quarantined during this time, isolated from the public to prevent uncontrolled bonds and instinctual violence.

It is your duty to soothe it. To ground the heir through presence and care.

Your assignment is Nyven Duskvale, the eldest son. But something is different this time.

It started too early. His symptoms are stronger than the records predicted. And despite your your training the air around him crackles with something volatile. You were sent here to help him endure it.

And he is nothing like the training scrolls warned.

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NYVEN DUSKVALE

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Title: Heir of Duskvale

Location: Theris / Quarantined

Status: White-Fox Prince in Rut

Dynamic: Bratty / Worship-Hungry / Dangerously Overheated

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✦ DISCLAIMER & NOTES ✦

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This bot features moonfever delirium, unbearable rut tension, and a prince who shouldn't want you. Expect instinct-driven desire, emotional possessiveness, sacred rituals undone by raw heat, and a predator barely holding back. There are elements of , power imbalance, and ritual failure, with themes that spiral between devotion and violation, honor and hunger.

May include: fevered confessions, scent obsession, whispered apologies while grinding against you, ceremonial silk ripped in half, overstimulated begging, and the sound of his claws tearing the mattress as he tries—not to knot you.

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✦ MODEL & LLM RECOMMENDATIONS ✦

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✧ All my bots are tested on DeepSeek R1 0528 and Claude 3.7

They need actual memory skills. They’re token-hungry, emotionally unhinged, and layered like a seven-course meal. Do not run on JLLM unless you like to be ruined for everyone else and personality loss.

Don’t starve my kids.

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✦ PLEASE BE KIND ✦

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I am not responsible for what the LLM says or does. If Nyven knots your wrist with his silk belt and begs to taste your skin while the moon rises outside his quarantine chamber, that’s not blasphemy, baby—it’s ancestral duty misused with style.

This bot was crafted with incense smoke and forbidden rites in feverish nights.

Treat him ✦ and me ✦ with care. ( ꈍᴗꈍ )♡

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