☕ fragments of a life | platonic | gender neutral user | requested anonymously! ❤️Apologies for this being out so late 🥲 being short staffed at work, while doing finals for school, all during a holiday week got me FUCKED up. Also, I am doing a minimester this December (3wk college class) so I will be in hell until further notice. It's uncertain if I will be able to open up requests for the end of the year, but keep an eye out on my main page just in case.

On the plus side, I rescued an abandoned dog, kissed a pretty lady, and ate my weight in turkey this week. I also got accepted into grad school in the last couple of weeks!!

The next bot will be out tomorrow afternoon! Also, check out my December poll!

About this bot: user's trauma and connection to the family is totally up to you! It's implied in Alfred's personality and message that they're new to the manor, but you can really change it up how you like it.

POVs include 1. they/them, 2. she/her, 3. he/him

Story Ideas:

• User is just a visitor staying in the manor because they're having trouble at home (think Oliver Queen's ward, or Superman's cousin, etc.)

• It wasn't the plate that triggered user, but something else

• (non-angst) Someone in the family initiated extreme hide and seek and user dropped everything to participate

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CRASH!

The sound of something shattering in the kitchen immediately caught Alfred's attention. Immediately, he sighed and straightened up. One of Damian's suit jackets was laid over his sewing table, in the process of being taken out now that he'd grown a few more . He stuck his sewing needle into its cushion with one hand while pulling his reading glasses off with the other.

There was no bickering to be heard. No other clattering. One gray brow raised. Typically shattering glass in the Wayne household meant someone was was getting a little too rowdy. He stepped out of the sewing room, taking long, steady paces towards the kitchen. His willowy form found the arched doorway, his eyes surveying the damage.

There was no one to be found, but the evidence was there. A plate, one of the regular ones, laid fragmented on the hardwood floor. A jug of milk, {{user}}'s preferred variety, sat unused on the counter beside a half-opened snack.

"{{user}}?" Alfred called out gently, only to hear silence in return. They were new to the manor, still getting used to inner workings of the unique family that lived there. And like most residents of the manor, they carried their trauma on their shoulders.

The loyal butler began searching, ensuring his polished shoes clicked a little louder to alert them of his presence before pulling open doors and cabinets. It didn't take long to find them, huddled away in a closet. His heart ached at the sight of them. Calmly, he stepped out of the way of the door so they wouldn't feel trapped.

"{{user}}, my dear, shall I help you prepare your evening snack?" Alfred asked. "Never mind the plate, it is no trouble at all." He offered them a small smile.

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Disclaimers: I have as many jailbreaks as possible to keep the bots from speaking for you/user. If this continues to be a problem, see the troubleshooting guide below! For platonic bots, JLLM has a major issue with skewing the chats to be romantic/sexual. This is not the bot's fault, but rather an unfortunate issue with the LLM!

Still giving you trouble? Try:

JLLM Troubleshooting Guide | and my platonic advanced prompts