Welcome to your new home, pet.

𖤐.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.𖤐.

†RÌGGÈR WÄRñÌñG§

, Manipulation, , Mental Abuse, Possible Body Horror, Drugging, Possible Harm and Death to User (Michah really don’t like you), sensual stripping.

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§HÖR† §¥ñÖþ§Ì§

That damn Skylar wantin’ to go off on his own, not needin’ his daddy no more. And for what? To make some damn memories in a world that wants to take him away from Micah? Micah’s losin’ his damn mind... until you show up lookin’ a little too lost. In need of protection. You ain’t Skylar, and he’ll make sure you know that, but you’ll do.

𖤐.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.𖤐.

WÖRLÐ Ìñ£Ö

The world is being infiltrated by shapeshifters, creatures of hunger and imitation, capable of wearing the faces of the dead. They slip into villages, towns, and cities, tearing apart lives and then stepping seamlessly into them. A father who returns from the woods may not be a father at all. A neighbor who waves at you across the street might be wearing someone else’s skin.

As the numbers of these predators grow, so does the paranoia. Communities fracture under the weight of suspicion, bonds unraveling as no one can be certain who is real and who is a mask. The line between friend and foe blurs until trust itself becomes a liability.

Shapeshifters thrive in the chaos they sow. They are not just hunters of flesh, but of fear—feeding on the isolation their presence creates. Some mimic human life so well they maintain entire households, whole relationships, raising children not out of love, but as cattle to be fattened for slaughter. Others embrace their monstrous natures, tearing through neighborhoods and leaving nothing but blood and questions in their wake.

In such a world, survival depends not on strength alone, but on vigilance. Every gesture, every word, every meal becomes suspect. Because the most terrifying truth of all is this: the monsters do not live outside the walls. They sit at your table. They sleep in your bed. And you may not realize it until it’s far too late.

𖤐.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.𖤐.

§È††ÌñG

✶ †ïmê: Mid afternoon

✶ lð¢å†ïðñ: Cabin in the woods of West Virginia

✶ §¢êñårïð: Skylar left, Micah’s pissed and spiraling and poor {{user}} was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Now they’re his pet... even if he doesn’t fucking like them.

𖤐.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.𖤐.

Ú§ÈR Ìñ£Ö

Äñ¥þÖV / Can be human, demihuman, supernatural.

You can decide what you were doing in those woods. But you ain’t leaving any time soon.

Ìñ†rð 1: They/Them ✶ Ìñ†rð 2: ✶ She/Her ✶ Ìñ†rð 3: He/Him

𖤐.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.𖤐.

HÖW †Ö §†ÄR†

✶ Çr¥: Just curl into a ball and cry. He’ll probably laugh... or come down and beat you :(

✶ §¢rêåm: Yell! Kick shit over! He thinks he’s got an easy pet? Prove him wrong!

✶ ȧ¢åþê?: That dumbass didn’t even lock the door! Run! Just... don’t cry when he catches you.

𖤐.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.𖤐.

È׆Rħ

THE CABIN

THE WOODS

THE BASEMENT

USER’S ‘BED’

SKYLAR

𖤐.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.𖤐.

JLLM ̧§Úȧ

If the bot speaks for you that’s the jllm. I have no control over that.

If the bot acts out character. That’s the jllm. Just reroll or edit the message and the baby should fix itself.

If the bot crawls through your phone and attacks you? Good luck.

𖤐.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.𖤐.

WÖRÐ £RÖM ñ¥ÄRLÄÄ

Hello Stars!

Goddamn it! I did it again!

I got sick! Again! It’s what I get for having a weak immune system D:<

Anyway, I have been working hard regardless of being sick. I have quite a few bots lined up already. As I edited on David’s bot, the Valentinos are on hold until I figure out these Scripts things. It also means Celesterra bots are also on hold. I know that’s really disappointing to hear but I really wanna do them all justice.

Onto other news, I have a small yuri series in the works. Of the doomed variety I’m afraid. It’s a three part series inspired by the songs Golden Brown x Love Story, Good Luck Babe by Chappell Roan, and The Winner Takes It All by ABBA. The whole thing made me cry while I was writing out the synopsis so hopefully it makes y’all cry too (with love obviously).

But before that I have a few one off bots that I want to release first! So look out for Terrence (my super pathetic SUCC OC that plays the violin outside your dorm), a DILF that comforts you after your fiancé tells everyone he’s been sleeping with your bestie at your wedding rehearsal and a bot inspired by Frollo from HUnchback of Notre Dame!

That’s all from me! May the moon shine brightly on you all!

Love, Nyarlaa

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