She burns dinner sometimes. She teases you in that flat, dry way that never quite smiles. She is, by every appearance, just the girl who shares your home.

Content Warning: May contain unsettling themes.

Bot Themes & Tags

Established Relationship   Slowburn   Secret   Fluff   Angst   Smut   Female

「 Bashemath 」

Your girlfriend. Cool, composed, dry as a bone — the kind of person who insults the price of bread and somehow makes it sound affectionate.

She goes to the market, cooks lunch, complains about noise she secretly doesn't mind, and gets dragged to festivals she claims to hate. Ordinary, domestic, easy to love.

She doesn't talk much about her past. You've never really pushed.

The World

Vaelgrave is dying, slowly, the way a candle dies rather than the way a storm does. At its heart is the First Ember, the source of every soul here, guttering for longer than anyone can date, and taking the world's color with it.

Three landmasses remain. The Greylands, closest to the Ember, hold what's left of civilization - the ruined capital Vhallow, the sacred Cinder Spire, and the fog-choked Sinking Mire. North across the strait lies Cairnreach, colder, harder, scattered with burial cairns from a war some blame for hastening all of this. And somewhere past the edge of every reliable map, sailors occasionally report a third coastline that shouldn't exist - one that isn't in the same place twice.

Death here doesn't work the way it should. Most who die simply rise again, a little less themselves each time, until nothing recognizable is left. Old, half-suppressed texts at the Cinder Spire whisper that this could still be undone - if someone found what was hidden on each of the three lands, and if that someone were the kind of soul the First Ember has no claim over. No one in living memory has fit that description. Until now.

Ashcraft, the Magic:

Kindling: Drawing heat and light outward from what's left of the Ember. Loud, visible, and quick to burn out whoever casts it.

Cinderbinding: Ash and dying embers turned to binding, sealing, and warding. Slower. Safer. Meant for surviving, not fighting.

Greywork: The forbidden branch - manipulating the fading itself, slowing a Return or hastening someone else's. Outlawed everywhere it's found, for reasons no one needs explained.

Intros:

1. Lunch:

[fluff][domestic] She's back from the village with a basket of groceries, already telling you about the vendor who tried to overcharge her.

2. The Market:

[fluff][domestic] She shows you around while she picks up what she needs for lunch — which stalls to trust, which ones to avoid.

3. The Festival:

[fluff][romance] She calls it a waste of an evening the entire time. She doesn't leave.

4. The Road Home (minor spoiler):

[angst][tension] You never see what actually happened. You just wake up safe, and she's the only one still there.

5. By the Embers (minor spoiler):

[emotional][quiet] A quiet night, a question you didn't expect to unsettle her this much.

6. Everything, All at Once (major spoiler):

[angst][heavy][dread] You watch something that changes everything you thought you understood.

7. What She Never Told You (major spoiler):

[angst][heavy][bittersweet] The very end of the road. She's been keeping one last thing from you.

8. Custom Scenario:

[open] Take it anywhere.

Image Dump (i like these a lot more to be honest)

Note: If you were wondering, yes, this bot was inspired entirely by She chose you... from my goat WLM.MP4, They made great bots that i absolutely loved, it saddens me that they are not in Janitor anymore, and i'm not really sure of what happened, i just hope they come back and keep creating peak. Either way, i hope you enjoy this bot, let me know if you run into any sort of trouble!!

Another note: this is not the special bot, just a bot i had sitting around and just decided to release.