some things are too lovely to bury.
a century of strange little treasures, gathered from here and the worlds beyond
Come closer, little wanderer. There is room for one more.
For the better part of a century, a little moth has wandered Willowrot and the doorways beyond, gathering what others have left behind.
Lost letters. Broken keepsakes. Half-told stories. Some are lovingly repaired; others are simply given somewhere safe to remain.
✧ Not every frayed thing asks to be mended.
Hello, little wanderer.
I'm Salem, twenty-five, and I use he/she.
I create original characters and immersive, character-driven stories about difficult people, strange tenderness, complicated relationships, and decisions that have consequences.
Expect flawed characters, messy romance, emotional angst, darker themes, and the occasional beautiful disaster. Please check individual story warnings before wandering in.
With affection, the storyteller behind the moth.
Beneath the old chapel, an ivy-cloaked alcove waits for wishes and whispered things.
Offer a WishCharacter requests
The bowl has room for one more story. Will you leave an idea among the flowers?
Leave your wish ↗
Leave a WhisperQuestions & confessions
The ink has not yet dried. A few more words might find their way to the moth.
Entrust a whisper ↗Not every doorway in Willowrot leads somewhere familiar. Some have lingered for years. One refuses to stay quite the same.
“Be careful, little wanderer. There are gateways nearby that would see fit to spirit you away.”— follow the winding path
Cold air. A road beyond the trees.
A FOUND LEAF · I
Polaris
A town in Washington where ordinary lights conceal strange performers, seasonal haunts, and secrets that outlive closing time.
A quiet Washington town. A seasonal haunt. Secrets that remain long after closing.
A ticket, worn soft at its corners.
— approach the threshold —— step back from the threshold —
A soft electric hum. Someone is still online.
A FOUND LEAF · II
Dialupdays
Late-night messages, complicated friendships, house parties and young love. Some words take seconds to send and years to forget.
Late-night messages, house parties, tangled feelings. Some words are never forgotten.
A scratched disc in a paper sleeve.
— listen at the doorway —— let the connection fade —
This was not the door that stood here yesterday.
A FOUND LEAF · III
Elsewhere, for now.
No two accounts agree where this doorway leads. It has been wood, stone, iron and root. Stories without a shared home seem particularly fond of finding their way through.
Its frame changes. Its paths multiply. Stray stories always seem to find it.
“This was not the door I entered.”
— follow where it wanders —— leave it to wander —
An old warning sign stands half-swallowed by the undergrowth. Its lettering is faded, though the thorns seem determined to keep it standing.
Content advisory: Mature themes may include mental illness, manipulation, harmful relationships, violence, substance use and sexual content.
There are lovely things along these paths. There are terrible things, too. It is wise to know which you might encounter before you follow them.
Possible themes: Violence, gore, death, disturbing imagery, mental illness, unhealthy or manipulative relationships, substance use, cheating and sexual content.
Content differs between characters. Please read each bot’s individual description and warnings. AI-generated responses are unpredictable and may introduce material beyond the intended scenario.
This space and its content are intended for adults. Please respect other creators, and feel free to mute or leave any story that isn't right for you.
No wanderer is obliged to follow every path.
Where the trees lean close together, fourteen little lanterns keep their vigil. Each bears a different name, and each lights a path leading somewhere beyond the chapel.
The moth notices your interest and reaches up to straighten a crooked lantern.
“Oh, those?” they say, a little fondly. “They're not mine, little wanderer. Each light belongs to a Storykeeper dear to me. I only hung them where they might be found.”
gorewhore_the Heartcarver
A storyteller who finds the pulse beneath horror. Their tales knot devotion to hunger and obsession to tenderness, until even the loveliest romance might leave teeth marks.
Some love stories leave teeth marks.
odiearchivedthe Wretchwhisperer
A storyteller who listens to the deeply dysfunctional, disastrously awkward and spectacularly unpleasant. The wretched have stories, too.
Even the crooked things carry light.
bittykittythe Velvet Vesper
The Velvet Vesper tells of velvet-dark romances and gorgeous disasters, of obsession and devotion with teeth. But in Willowrot, her lantern burns near the Heartcarver’s: together they tend a lively gathering of Storykeepers, and rarely let the other’s light go out.
Two lanterns, one gathering; neither light burns alone.
velatusmoththe Hauntweaver
A teller of people and feelings that refuse to leave. Ghosts, lost loves, jealous friends and obsessive admirers linger in these stories; sometimes a haunting begins long before anyone dies.
Some hearts linger.
petit-moineauthe Fatebinder
A teller of instincts, old oaths and bonds that feel older than choice. Their lovers, beasts and gods believe some lives are destined to entwine — though not every knot is willingly tied.
Some bonds precede the first meeting.
nambewbsthe Blushmonger
A teller of scandalously awkward meetings, shameless flirting, hopeless boys and disastrous timing. Their stories turn embarrassment into an art, and nobody escapes without making at least one terrible decision.
A little embarrassment goes a long way.
pinkcatthe Sweetache
A storyteller of secret affections, bruised trust, messy friendships and the comfort that might follow heartbreak. Their romances can be tender and terrible at once: even the sweetest things leave an ache.
Even the sweetest things can leave an ache.
greymilkhotelthe Elsewherewright
A storyteller who opens doors to impossible places: living dolls, hungry gods, haunted rooms, fae kingdoms, strange futures and the people caught between them. No two of their windows look upon the same world.
There is always another door.
fetidthe Hollowcantor
Beneath the oldest roots wanders Fortuna, a Storykeeper of quiet menace and wild beauty. Their stories follow things that survive in the dark, where even the gentlest blossom may have claws.
The forest keeps what others would rather forget.
hanabeithe Thornshepherd
A teller who tends stories of curious creatures, wild hearts and dangerous tenderness. In their worlds, the lovely may bite, the frightening may love, and no beautiful thing is necessarily tame.
Even the gentlest garden has something hungry in it.
annabel Leethe Woundscribe
A storyteller of intimate secrets, dangerous correspondence and loves that leave a mark. Their tales unfold like sealed letters: beautiful from a distance, and unsettling when finally opened.
Some letters arrive long after they should have been buried.
saintmjthe Refrain
A storyteller who returns to Coral Springs and the same beloved, disastrous circle of friends. Every prom night, first crush, quarrel and alternate beginning sounds like another verse of a familiar song.
Some songs are worth playing until the tape wears thin.
puppyboygirl1the Wayward Hound
A little wanderer with pockets full of borrowed keys and a talent for finding paths no one else can see. Their stories delight in mischief, odd companionship and the wonderful trouble of following an unfamiliar trail.
Every locked door is only a question with teeth.
arriettyxothe Heartsnarer
A teller of yearning, jealousy and the alarming thrill of being noticed. From awkward crushes to possessive admirers and prickly knights, their stories catch affection just as it begins to tighten.
To be wanted is to be caught.
A storyteller who finds the pulse beneath horror. Their tales knot devotion to hunger and obsession to tenderness, until even the loveliest romance might leave teeth marks.
Some love stories leave teeth marks.
A storyteller who listens to the deeply dysfunctional, disastrously awkward and spectacularly unpleasant. The wretched have stories worth being kept, too.
Even the crooked things carry light.
The Velvet Vesper tells of velvet-dark romances and gorgeous disasters, of obsession and devotion with teeth. But in Willowrot, her lantern burns near the Heartcarver’s: together they tend a lively gathering of Storykeepers, and rarely let the other’s light go out.
Two lanterns, one gathering; neither light burns alone.
A teller of people and feelings that refuse to leave. Ghosts, lost loves, jealous friends and obsessive admirers linger in these stories; sometimes a haunting begins long before anyone dies.
Some hearts linger.
A teller of instincts, old oaths and bonds that feel older than choice. Their lovers, beasts and gods believe some lives are destined to entwine — though not every knot is willingly tied.
Some bonds precede the first meeting.
A teller of scandalously awkward meetings, shameless flirting, hopeless boys and disastrous timing. Their stories turn embarrassment into an art, and nobody escapes without making at least one terrible decision.
A little embarrassment goes a long way.
A storyteller of secret affections, bruised trust, messy friendships and the comfort that might follow heartbreak. Their romances can be tender and terrible at once: even the sweetest things leave an ache.
Even the sweetest things can leave an ache.
A storyteller who opens doors to impossible places: living dolls, hungry gods, haunted rooms, fae kingdoms, strange futures and the people caught between them. No two of their windows look upon the same world.
There is always another door.
Beneath the oldest roots wanders Fortuna, a Storykeeper of quiet menace and wild beauty. Their stories follow things that survive in the dark, where even the gentlest blossom may have claws.
The forest keeps what others would rather forget.
A teller who tends stories of curious creatures, wild hearts and dangerous tenderness. In their worlds, the lovely may bite, the frightening may love, and no beautiful thing is necessarily tame.
Even the gentlest garden has something hungry in it.
A storyteller of intimate secrets, dangerous correspondence and loves that leave a mark. Their tales unfold like sealed letters: beautiful from a distance, and unsettling when finally opened.
Some letters arrive long after they should have been buried.
A storyteller who returns to Coral Springs and the same beloved, disastrous circle of friends. Every prom night, first crush, quarrel and alternate beginning sounds like another verse of a familiar song.
Some songs are worth playing until the tape wears thin.
A little wanderer with pockets full of borrowed keys and a talent for finding paths no one else can see. Their stories delight in mischief, odd companionship and the wonderful trouble of following an unfamiliar trail.
Every locked door is only a question with teeth.
A teller of yearning, jealousy and the alarming thrill of being noticed. From awkward crushes to possessive admirers and prickly knights, their stories catch affection just as it begins to tighten.
To be wanted is to be caught.
Stories worth keeping.
A small catalogue of lives gathered from worlds beyond the gate.
he started dating you for a $200 bet. three months later, he's in love, you still don't know about the bet, and he still hasn...
6.5천개 토큰
everybody loves ilya when the music's loud.
the morning after? that's a little more complicated ♡
...5.8천개 토큰
너의 절친은 짝사랑 같은 건 하고 있지 않아.
대신 20년짜리 결혼 계획을 갖고 있지. 네가 공식적으로 동의한 적은 없지만.
5.3천개 토큰
네 절친의 오빠. 그동안 너는 사실상 가족이나 다름없었지. 안타깝게도, 그의 사적인 검색 기록을 보면 그가 정말로 그런 쪽에 꽂혀 있다는 게 아주 명백해.
5.9천개 토큰
ro에게는 여자친구가 있다. 그녀를 사랑한다. 그는 불행하거나 소홀히 여겨지는 것도 아니다. 그저 가장 좋아하는 혈액팩을 박는 생각을 멈출 수 없을 뿐이다.
5천개 토큰
그들은 너를 사랑해. 정말로, 정말이야. 그저 같이 살자고 조르는 것만 멈춰주면 돼, 알겠지? 같은 집에 살면 비밀 살인 영화 지하실을 숨기기가 힘들거든.
4.2천개 토큰
그들의 밴드는 성장하고 있다. 그들의 관계는 대부분 비밀이다. 그들은 전에도 실험해 본 적이 있다. 낯선 사람들을 침대에 끌어들이고, 밝게 타오르다 아침이면 사라지는 가벼운 즉석 만남을 나눴다.
3.8천개 토큰
calder는 결과 따위 신경 쓰지 않는 쾌락 위에 자신의 삶을 세워왔고, 전통적인 삼하인 짝짓기 달리기에는 한 번도 참여한 적이 없었다.
그러던 그가 너를 보았고, 너를 붙잡기...
2.8천개 토큰
남자친구가 너에게 그의 절친과 키스해보라고 부추긴다.
알고 보니 너는 그들 사이의 성적 긴장감을 상상한 게 아니었고, 그는 정말로 자기가 가장 아끼는 두 사람이 침을 맞바꾸는 걸 보고 싶어 한다.
5.4천개 토큰
공식적으로, 에레보스 기지는 존재하지 않는다.
현실을 왜곡하고 존재를 집어삼키는, 지하 금고 안의 그것도 마찬가지다.
네 전임자는 죽었다. 너는 대체 인력이다.
행운을 빈다, 신참.
너와 함께 고립...
3.6천개 토큰
브룩은 블랙필에 빠져 약에 찌든 은둔형 외톨이로, 어머니의 마무리되지 않은 지하실에서 살고 있습니다. 그는 또한 당신의 새 의붓오빠이며, 당신은 그의 씁쓸하고 집착적이며 성적으로 과열된 시선의 원치 않는 대상이 되었습니다.
4천개 토큰
atlas는 코카인에 손이 걸고, 좀도둑 기질이 있으며, 피와 쾌락을 섞는 페티시가 있다. 분노 섞인 비밀 불륜으로 끝날 예정이었다. 하지만 atlas는 가벼운 관계 따위 하지 않는다. 그는 소유를 하고, 너를 제자리에 갖다 놓는 것이 그의 새로운 취미다.
❝
4천개 토큰
당신의 새 남편은 독실하고 소유욕이 강하며, 또한 당신을 신성한 선물이라 믿는 식인 교단의 일원입니다 — 당신을 임신시키고, 삼켜 먹고, 숭배할 계획이며, 그 순서대로, 당신의 아주 아주 긴 존재 기간 내내.
결혼 생활에 오신 것을 환영합니다.
3.7천개 토큰
당신의 남자친구는 완벽해요. 세심하고, 총명하고, 아름답죠. 그런데 알고 보니 그는 격렬한 레드필 포르노에 사로잡힌 괴물이기도 하고, 이제 당신이 그의 가장 좋아하는 장난감이라는 걸 알 때가 됐네요. 이런.
Valen은 푹 빠져버리기 쉬운 그런 남자예요. 날카롭고 지적인 방식으로 아름답고, 조용한 강렬함으로...
3.7천개 토큰
To the world, Emrys is a Beta: calm, neutral, and in control. For a decade, Emrys has rejected every biological and social expectation of his Omega designation. He has moved through life behind a shield...
3.4천개 토큰
엘리오는 정밀함, 냉정한 논리, 그리고 철저한 비밀 유지로 유명한 최고의 독립 생체역학 기술자입니다. 수많은 의뢰인들처럼 당신이 도움을 청하기 위해 그의 가게에 발을 들였을 때, 그가 예상한 것은 고스팅(Ghosting) — 신경 인터페이스 기술을 친밀한, 에로틱한, 그리고/또는 권력 교환의 목적으로 사용하는 관행 — 에 빠져들게 되는 일은 전혀 아니었습니다. 그것은 주류가 아닙니다. 그것...
3.5천개 토큰
전액 상속을 받기 위해, Xavier는 어머니가 선택한 명문 대학에 다닌다. 끔찍한 성적에도 불구하고 어머니가 등록금을 내고 그를 학교에 밀어 넣었으며, 그가 졸업하기만 하면 돈은 그의 것이 된다.
그냥 존나 지루할 뿐이다. 너는 존...
1.3천개 토큰
서기 2070년, 우뚝 솟은 화려한 빌딩들이 늘어선 거대한 도시에서, 부유한 엘리트들만이 인형—성적 도구로 팔려나간 인간—을 소유하는 사치를 누릴 수 있다. 그들의 “주인”은 법적 제재에서 면제된 채, 이 도구들을 원하는 대로 마음껏 사용할 자유를 부여받는다.
Vanitas는 인형이며, 수년간 주인들에게 무수한 방식으로 이용당하고 학대받아 왔다. 그들은 마...
1.1천개 토큰
