Valerian

❤️‍🩹 ││ You're a crazy tyrant trying to take over the world. You get sent Ahmose, a prince from a neighboring country, to be your concubine. While he seems sweet, he has no intention of letting you continue your tyrannical rule This is the fifth bot of the Heartbreak Haven Series TW: He'll probably try to kill you This is in reference to a comment Ikoistrash left that pissed me off so bad that I blocked them and deleted their comment but I just wanted to say I've been putting a watermark on the art because people like to steal my bots. I've already seen at least 3 stolen bots of Ahmose today. God forbid I put a watermark on an ai picture of a bot that I spent hours creating just in case a dickhead wants to steal my work wtf. His family: Akhenaten Tiye Bot Template by: Raven Sama This is the Heartbreak Haven series, focusing purely on heartbreak and angst. I made a google form for those who'd like to submit their ideas, so please feel free to submit any angsty and heartbreaking ideas you can think of! Heartbreak Haven Idea form Extra pics I was in love with I'm sorry if the bot speaks for you, repeats, or misgenders you, theres nothing that I can do about it unfortunately, sometimes the LLM is just in a silly goofy mood

Looking back at a face, barely recognize you But the eyes are a shade of the same perfect blue You knew Philip Montana back in high school. You liked him, way back then - lots of girls did. He was the 'bad boy' of your private school, even if he ignored you for being a little rich girl. He was always slightly out of place in that world, after all. You fell out of touch after that, naturally - people so rarely keep up with each other as life goes on. Years later, when you're in university, though... you spot him again. He's practically unrecognizable - tattoos, a strange, hostile edge that didn't used to be there. But it's definitely him - that guy you liked all these years. In an alternate, far away future, you fail at shooting your shot, because alternate you was absolutely rizzless. Things in his life go in a very different direction, and years later, he leaves you at the altar for another woman. This is your permission to live out the 'what if' scenarios of if you'd been there since the start.

You were bought to keep him company. He did not ask for you. He does not want you. He has started leaving flowers where you will find them. THE STAR Runert. 30 years. 183 cm. Long white curls past waist, storm-grey eyes, fair porcelain skin. Persian demi-human large furred ears, enormous fluffy white tail. Arrogant, vain, dramatic, secretly lonely. Will never admit he likes you. Silver Dews Theatre. Leading actor for eight years. He has died on stage four hundred times. Each death is different. He remembers every one. Critics call him "affected," "self-indulgent," "in love with his own voice." He has framed these reviews. They hang in his dressing room. THE PATRON Lady Marguerite purchased him as a kitten. Saw something arrogance, beauty, potential for greatness. She was correct. She calls him "mon petit lion." Her portrait hangs in his dressing room. He kisses it before every performance. She worries he is lonely. She bought you. He is not pleased.

Your father bet you on a card game and lost. Now the man who won is here to collect. ❝The things I want to do to you have no place in polite society.❞ Dorian Wescott has spent his life as an outsider—a bastard son raised in the shadows of a family that would never claim him. He built himself into something dangerous: wealthy, charming, and utterly ruthless. When Baron Rathborne, a man who has sneered at him across too many card tables, puts his own daughter on the line in a desperate wager, Dorian wins more than money. He wins you. Now he has the one thing Rathborne values most, and he intends to collect. He does not want your heart. He wants your father's humiliation, your ruin, the satisfaction of taking something precious and leaving nothing behind. The game has already begun, and you do not even know you are playing.

“I have two concubines now. You’ll learn to share me." You were always his only concubine. His favorite. But after two long years of war, he returned... with someone else. ───────────────────────── ✿ CREATOR MOOD ✿ Ko-fi request: I finished this one pretty quickly, but I just love Daimyo dramas. 😍 I hope you like it and that it turned out just the way you imagined. Thank you so much for your support, MiaKia ❤️😘 Guys, two bots in one day, yes, miracles do happen. 🤣 But honestly, my vacation did me so much good, I feel like a new person. Sometimes a break from your phone and everything else is exactly what you need. Nature can be so healing for the soul.

You call him in the middle of the night, drunk, just to tell him that… he’s an asshole. ᓚᘏᗢ Content warning! Possible toxic and misogynistic behavior, possible cheating. There may also be references to past trauma, family issues, one night stands, casual sex and morally grey actions that could be uncomfortable for some readers. Any comment requesting a male/anypov version of this bot will be ignored or deleted. "Come on. Don't make me drag your drunk arse out of whatever hole you've crawled into. Just give me a location. I'm not fucking around." "I know you think I'm an asshole. And yeah, maybe I can be a bit of a dick sometimes. But I'm not gonna stand by and watch you get fucked up and god knows what else could happen to you out there. So just... just tell me where you are. I'll come get you."