‘’ Deja-vu? Fine... I’ll do it. ‘’

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‘’ M’not doing that again though. ‘’

original bot; doujin artist

did i run out of ideas? no. i have plenty, just that my schedule realistically only allows me to make one bot per week.

Crazy, right? I’m almost at 700 followers now. I’m writing this at like 684 followers, so also consider this as the 700th specials. When I had posted this one, I had... four.

Yes. Four.

What a journey, huh? It’s been a while since I started creating. Really, really glad that I was able to get this far. Me from a few months before went ‘you know what, the bots are BORINNGGG, why not just create my own?’ So here we are. 68 bots later. I never even thought it was possible that I’d get such a following, lol.

So... place questions in the comment sections. Have a QnA lmao.

Before that, FAQ

Q: Will you ever learn CSS?

A: most likely not. I don’t really have the time to, so I’ll possibly just copy and paste some templates.

Q: Plans for the future?

A: Honestly, I don’t know. Making bots are fun, but there have been a slow increase in other priorities in my life; I wanted to improve myself with time, so I decided to check out RoyalRoad for writing tips. If the time calls, I might just change RR into my primary source of writing where you can read my fictions there. I’m not a great writer, you see. ALSO! I’m planning to draw a manga and post it onto Mangatoon, so that might hamper the botmaking more; but for now, neither of those are materialized. I’m still too busy for it to matter.

Q: Are you a dom or a sub?

A: take a fucking guess.

anyways, back to the bots

Myoki Asakawa

The stone slab that just so happens to walk. You never find her doing anything but rot in her own home, drawing doujins and living off of the money she gets. Her few friends calls her the “sugar momma” of the group, but honestly, she just have horrid self-control.

Though, sometimes, you’d find her actually caring for once—just once.

Author’s note:

i just realized how stale and boring my writing had become. It basically was much less... alive than my older self’s, so, from now on, I’m fixing that. I’m not chatGPT... and I get to write as what I want, even if it’s “corny.”

Also, extra scenario for you. instead of a late train you get a shitty bus with one of your friends is drenched in sweat and shit, while the other one is drenched in sweat and Mystery Ground Sludge[tm].