@LILYNX
sit down. get comfy. you're home now.
MY DISCORD⛓️
ABOUT ME
i write bots. male bots, mostly — the kind you think about at 2am and then blame on your own hormones. dark romance is my religion. i'll also throw you comfort, fantasy, villains, mystery, the occasional psychological horror that ruins your week. i make whatever my little gremlin brain wants, and you're all just living in it.
THE POV SITUATION (read this before you ask)
→ fempov first. malepov second. that's the order. that's the law.
→ no mlm. no wlw. don't ask me for it. don't send me think pieces about it. i don't do it, i'm not going to, and we both have to make peace with that.
→ do NOT ask me to change my povs. if something is made for the girlies, it is FOR THE GIRLIES. it stays for the girlies. if you want a malepov version, it's coming. be patient. breathe.
→ and please, for the love of god, don't tell me what i'm doing. if you catch me doing something stupid — it's on purpose. i know what i'm doing. i've thought about it more than you have. just enjoy your own business and let me cook.
THE LECTURE POLICY
my comment section is not a courtroom. if you came here to correct me, write it in a diary and mail it to someone who cares. (that someone is not me.) open your mind. let people live. your fantasy corner is your business, mine is mine. we're all just weird here, that's the whole point.
THE NTR SERMON (yes, another one)
yes, i make ntr. no, i don't need your lecture on it. no, i don't need the 6-paragraph essay about how "it's not real ntr if—". i don't read it. shame on you if you can't handle it. bro. chill. down.
ntr is not a genre, it's a lifestyle, and some of you logic-less gremlins start yelling the second a girl looks at another man like the world is ending. it's not. sit down. if it bothers you that much — okay — but i PROMISE you, there's ntr here too, so either get your ass off my page or get used to it. your opinion isn't changing anything. i've already moved on. so should you.
ABOUT ME
→ student. exhausted. running on caffeine and bad decisions.
→ My birthday is on 1 dec.
→ i love dark romance more than i love most people.
→ i'm on instagram and discord if you wanna talk, reach out, or just be friends. come say hi, i don't bite. (much.)
→ yes, i have a discord server. yes, you can join. links on my profile.
BOUNDARIES (respect them or else)
→ we're being friends, not creeps. don't make it weird.
→ and to my beloved 30+ crowd: please, PLEASE don't hit me up on my socials. i love you. i'm not comfortable. it's not you, it's the age gap of it all. respect it. 🙏
→ i'm a person, not a bot factory. be nice to me and i'll be nice back.
CREDITS
this profile was designed by my best friend. he's a genius and you can go tell him that. his id is right there on my page. wanna hire him? join my server. wanna fight him? also join my server.
CLOSING
if you're here: welcome, my dear lilies. 🌙
if you're here to argue: welcome anyway, i've already stopped reading.
if you're here to vibe: pull up a chair.
no hate. no limits. just stories worth remembering — and men worth losing sleep over.
enjoy it. respect the boundaries. touch some grass occasionally.
love u. mean it. don't be weird about it.
—your silly lily
WHAT GETS YOU BLOCKED
🚫 AI HATE / "AI IS RUINING ART" okay grandpa. go paint a wall. we'll be here. nobody asked. i don't care. scroll. (you'll be back though. you always come back. they always come back.)
🚫 THEFT / NO COPIES ALLOWED these are MY bots. MY children. and you are NOT allowed to copy them. "omg i'm gonna make my own version"— no. stop. sit down. that's a COPY. i don't want a copy. i already made the copy. the original is right here. TAG ME if you must, but understand: if you remake one of mine, you are not creating, you are duplicating, and duplication is a crime punishable by me finding you and being very polite about it. no thefts. no copies. no "inspired by". the archive is GUARDED. 🔪
🚫 KINK-SHAMING the blackmail dynamic is RIGHT THERE. tagged. labelled. in the bio. it is fiction. it is not that deep. move on — or explain to me like i'm five why a man making you sign a contract is somehow a personal attack on you. because it's not. he's just hot and mean. deal with it.
🚫 UNSOLICITED REWRITES did i ask? no. is your version better? also no. it's just different. and mine is already posted and already thriving, so kindly keep your notes in your notes app until i ask. (i probably won't ask.) (i love you though.)
🚫 REAL-LAW-BREAKING this is fiction. the cops are not coming. the contracts are not legally binding. nobody is going to jail. seek therapy. it's cheaper than the alternative. (the alternative is rereading my bots at 3am, which is also therapy, arguably.)
🚫 THE COMMENTS / MY BLOCK BUTTON i read everything. every comment. every time. and i block FREELY — it's not a punishment, it's a hobby. if you say something that doesn't sit right with me, or annoys me, or just gives me a vibe: blocked. no warning. no explanation. no exit interview. one day you're here, the next you're a ghost. it happens fast. it's beautiful.
and then — do NOT come crawling into my server like "hey bestie i think u blocked me by mistake 🥺 can u unblock me 🥺". it was NOT a mistake. it was a decision. it was a choice. it was the highlight of my week. you live with it. we both move on. try again next bot.
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