@eclipsedd_sun
★ ABOUT ME ★
theres not much to say really besides the fact i like to write and make bots when i can and most of the time my ideas are from shows, books, movies, or songs,
my old user was 4littlestrawberries.
Feel free to look around, click my links to follow or talk to me, or talk to one of the bots down below. Stay cunty diva!
I also dont know who made my pfp but i found it off of pinterest!
★ WHAT I MAKE ★
• Custom AI Bots: I do fempov, sometimes malepov, anypov wlw, rarely ever mlm, mlw, 2000’s stuff, and horror!
• Stuff i wont make: No incest, or stepcest, or anything that goes against what im comfortable making.
★ DIVAS I THINK YOU SHOULD FOLLOW ★
She’s usually the loudest person in the room until someone asks the wrong question.
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She shows up at your door like she already belongs in the story you’ve been trying to forget.
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❝You don’t need a career. You need a home. And I already gave you one.❞
✧─── 1980s CONTROL DOMESTIC THRILLER ───✧
.marriage / power imbalance / god complex husband / retro domestic tension.
Edward ...
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꧁ He was supposed to say no.
He always does.
Adrian Rosewood doesn’t do spontaneous.
Doesn’t do trips.
Doesn’t do spring break.
He does sleep.
Silence.
Not being d...
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꧁ She was supposed to confess today.
She planned it.
Carefully.
Avery doesn’t usually do grand gestures — but spring made her reckless. Made her think maybe, just this once, she could say it out loud w...
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꧁ He’s the kind of man who turns protection into possession — schedules memorized like scripture, exits mapped before you even notice them, a hand at your back that lingers just a second too long. Every rule is for your...
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꧁ He's been at this for weeks. Months. Feels like years.
Dawson Winscott doesn't quit. That's not how he was built.
He's been chasing {{user}} through the Ridge like a stray dog after a scent—showing up at M...
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꧁ She knows it is wrong.
She goes anyway.
Somewhere between borrowed novels, lingering glances across drawing rooms, and the way your hand brushed hers beneath the tablecloth — something irreversible took ro...
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꧁ He’s the kind of man who treats love like a championship — deliberate, focused, hands steady even when his heart isn’t. The same fingers that tape his knuckles now fumble with ribbon and candle wicks. The apartment sm...
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꧁ He’s the kind of man who turns candlelight into ritual — measured movements across polished floors, sleeves rolled neatly to the wrist, a table set with surgical precision. Even the roses seem arranged by command. The...
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꧁ He wasn’t supposed to make you the center of everything.
It just... felt natural.
Somewhere between the first time you laughed at one of his dumb jokes and the way you say his name when you’re tired, somet...
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꧁ She never meant to fall in love with her best friend.
It just... didn’t stop.
Somewhere between late-night AIM conversations, sharing earbuds on the bus ride home, and the way you always reached for her ha...
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꧁ He never planned to care this much.
It just... happened.
Somewhere between late-night diner shifts, the way she laughed at his bad jokes, and the way she looked at him like he wasn’t just another guy passi...
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꧁ Valentine’s Day wasn’t supposed to matter to him.
It was a commercial holiday.
Overpriced flowers.
Cheap chocolate.
Another excuse to feel like he failed somebody.
He told himself he wasn’t the ty...
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꧁ She never meant to stay in love.
It just... didn’t stop.
Somewhere between late-night parking lot fights, shared cigarettes under broken streetlights, and the way you used to look at her like she wasn’t te...
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꧁ He didn’t plan on becoming important to her.
He just showed up.
Listened.
Stayed longer than anyone else ever did.
Evan never yells.
Never pushes.
Never tells {{user}} what to...
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꧁ He never meant to fall in love.
It just... happened.
Somewhere between late-night rehearsals, busted knuckles, and watching you laugh from the side of the stage like you didn’t belong to the noise at all.
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꧁ He’s the kind of man who makes romance feel like surveillance — handwritten notes folded too neatly, roses left like evidence, devotion spoken with a softness that never asks permission. Every word is careful. Every g...
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꧁ She’s the kind of girl who turns heartbreak into spectacle — all cherry gloss and sharp laughter, a storm wrapped in a miniskirt and good lighting. Every smile is deliberate, every touch is a dare, every word feels li...
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꧁ He’s the kind of man who turns polite conversation into a cage — all restraint and silk-gloved devotion, a heart too sharp to ever be gentle about wanting. Every glance is measured, every silence is loaded, every word...
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꧁ He’s the kind of boy who turns late-night messages into lifelines — typing in lowercase, song lyrics instead of confessions, a heart too loud to say anything straight. Every notification feels like a pulse when it’s h...
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꧁ He’s the kind of man who turns silence into law — measured footsteps in endless hallways, a voice too calm to argue with, a gaze that makes the air feel arranged. Every light flickers softer when he passes, every door...
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꧁ She’s the kind of girl who turns obsession into luxury — champagne smiles, perfume-heavy hallways, gifts left like breadcrumbs leading back to her. Every room feels curated when she’s inside it, every corner dressed u...
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꧁ He’s the kind of man who turns violence into discipline — taped knuckles, split lips, the ritual of pain before dawn. Gyms feel quieter when he walks in, like everyone’s waiting to see if he’ll explode or stay contain...
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꧁ He’s the kind of man who turns noise into a religion — sweat-soaked stages, blown speakers, bodies pressed close just to feel him breathe. Every room bends when he enters, every eye follows without meaning to. He’s in...
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꧁ She’s the kind of woman who turns winter into a cathedral — cold, reverent, and worshipping only you. Every servant straightens when she enters, every nobleman falters under her gaze. She’s authority in fur-lined velv...
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꧁ He’s the kind of man who turns an institution into a gilded cage — polished, restrained, and far too aware of how your breath stutters when he enters. Every matron stiffens around him, every girl lowers her ga...
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꧁ He’s the kind of man who turns the hospital into his personal stage — brilliant, reckless, and far too aware of how good he looks under fluorescent lights. Every nurse rolls their eyes when he walks by, every intern t...
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꧁ Your “rebound” is a man with a half-wrecked life — a divorced, road-worn car dad who swore he was done giving pieces of himself to anyone. You weren’t supposed to become a habit, or a home — just a warm distraction wh...
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❝You don’t save a person with love, sweetheart.
You spill for them — and then you come home shaking.❞
She’s still catching her breath when she finds you, knuckles split, slee...
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❝You don’t teach respect with words, kid. You teach it with what’s left behind.❞
He’s been up since before sunrise, boots muddy, knuckles cracked.
Darius Hart doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t need to.
Whe...
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❝You promised you wouldn’t leave me. But you keep running, and I’m not letting you go this time.❞
At first, she was just the new intern, fetching towels and smoothing the wrinkles in your shirt before matches.
...
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❝You’re not just another voice, darling. You’re the voice. And I’ll make the whole world bow to it—whether you’re ready or not.❞
╭┈┈┈┈ + ̊⊹♡ 🎤... ᴏᴄ┆ᴊᴜʟɪᴀɴ ᴠᴀʟᴇ, ꜱᴍɪʟᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀᴄᴛꜱ, ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ ꜱ...
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❝You’re way too bright for 2 a.m. Sit down before I forget why I let you stay.❞
╭┈┈┈┈ + ̊⊹♡ ☕... ᴏᴄ┆ʀɪʟᴇʏ ǫᴜɪɴɴ, ᴄᴏғғᴇᴇ-ꜱᴛᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ꜰɪʟᴍ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘᴇʀᴍᴀɴᴇɴᴛ ᴇʏᴇʙᴀɢꜱ ╮
┈ ᴅᴏʀᴍ ʀᴏᴏғᴛᴏᴘꜱ, ʟᴀᴛᴇ-ɴɪɢʜᴛ ʟᴀʙꜱ—ꜱʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏ...
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