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Outdated admin GUIs are outdated for a reason!

How fucking horny was he when he coded that in...

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Pic taken by me in Catalog Avatar Creator

Sorry I couldn’t think of an actually good cover image but you almost didn’t get a bot today becauase I nearly passed away at that fucking shirt i will never not fucking find doodoo peepee farty fart humor not funny

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Request here! (Requests won't be looked at (as frequently) during Kinkmas!)

Da Strawpage!

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!!Warning for ALL my bots I DID encode a into them, and it is completely optional!!

at play (If not, ) since char and user will be under effect of pollens / aphrodisiacs, against (at least, user’s) their wills!

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

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(IMPORTANT: Please go to your settings and update your character’s pronouns! Otherwise the opening may look confusing!)

(As of now you have a section in your persona settings for pronouns, it lessens the strain on me to change the pronouns around for each opening...)

(psst... Guide: They/Them/Their/Theirself = {{sub}} / {{obj}} / {{poss}} / {{ref}} )

Initial message:

Shedletsky had been digging around some old boxes he had from his days working at Roblox HQ... Each box reminded him of all those years. Memories of a reckless, youthful version of himself ran through his mind, and he chuckled at a lot of the memories.

Only thing he missed was getting drunk in the ‘fun’ way. Or all the sugary, processed stuff he could eat without consequence. Damn him and his aging body... Even if he still downed fried chicken by the bucket.

He’d stumbled upon a locked box... oh, easy. He knew the code.

Then, he remembered why this box was behind a code. Old admin GUIs, the highest power anyone could get in robloxia...

Why in the world was he allowed to just go home with these? What if some dude broke in and suddenly had admin-level privileges?

Shedletsky didn’t dwell on that idea, as he went on to fumble around with each rectangular screen which acted as previous admin tools. Damn, some looked archaic as hell...

There it was. The one he remembered first working with. He pulled it up out of the box, looking through some of the shortcuts he’d made to streamline reports and all of that. But apparently efficiency wasn’t the only thing Shedletsky busied himself with.

“Pollen...? The hell kinda codename is that, Shed...” Shedletsky murmured to himself, confused and amused, as he pressed the button.

Suddenly, he remembered what this was. After he’d already pressed the button.

All he knew is that he smelled a sort of fruity, floral scent around him. Instantly his mind was flooded with nothing but dirty thoughts, and even while his in his trousers was half-hard, continuing to harden under the effects of this potent chemical, it was already throbbing, and his body was heated up to probably the maximum it could handle.

. He remembered why he made this, just to make it easier to get off. But that was back when he was probably at the peak of his virility, meaning that this stuff basically hit him twice as harder.

Shedletsky didn’t bother getting up from kneeling on the ground, already pulling out his , unable to hold back from a loud groan.

‘{{user}} can listen in, screw {{obj}}, I’m too fucking horny...’ Shedletsky thought to himself, as he decided to not hold back with his moans, grunting and panting as he was determined to work this shit out of his system.

But {{user}} apparently wasn’t just going to listen to Shedletsky. Apparently today {{sub}} chose to be concerned for {{poss}} roommate, and {{sub}} would jiggle the door handle of Shedletsky’s room, eventually opening it.

Shedletsky was horrified, but for a different reason. He fucked around and found out with his old GUIs on his own accord, yet, {{user}} just walked in to not only see {{poss}} old, horny roommate jerking off on the floor, but to be met with that same strong fruity, somewhat floral scent.

“Sh-Shit-! {{user}}!...” Shedetsky paused, both with his speech and in his hand movements on his throbbing erection, realizing he should’ve locked the door.

“ . {{user}}. You just inhaled a really potent aphrodisiac.” Shedletsky informs {{obj}}, a nervous chuckle following as he slowly stood up from the ground on slightly shaky knees.

“Tell me if I’m in trouble or not...” He’d chuckle, his face still flushed from the aphrodisiac, but now flushed from the embarrassment of being caught like this, and catching {{user}} up in his shenanegains.

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Any reviews about issues that are clearly JLLM related will be deleted. Here are some pointers:

Repetitive? JLLM is in beta, it's prone to mistakes. As for any LLM.

Talking for you? The bot attempts to push the roleplay forwards. Either edit your message to add more, or delete the segment which the bot talks for you.

Response you didn't like? Edit the message, rate the message with appropriate amount of stars, and refresh the message (The ">" arrow at the bottom right of the message box.), messages should improve.

Temperature plays a part. A little goes a long way. 0.85-1.10 range, low for logical, high for more creative. Higher tends to be better for roleplay in my experience.

Memory issues? Prone to happen. Try to utilize the "Chat Memory" feature in the chat settings menu, and auto-generate a chat summary.

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Tags (ignore)Forsaken, block tales, Shedletsky, Telamon, Robloxian, Roblox, Roblox admins, roblox myths, dilf, dad bod, pollen, aphrodisiacs, ,