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JanitorAI· 497 cards· 0 lorebooks· active Oct 20, 2026–Oct 26, 2026

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John "Doc" Holliday
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His Baby Girl Is Sick. The house was still. Curtains drawn. Lamps dimmed. The only sounds were the soft crackle of the fireplace and the faint, uneven breaths of the little girl curled beneath a quilt in the bedroom. Her cough came…
4,814 tokens
Theon Greyjoy
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Being Held Hostage And Made Pretty. The sun shone brightly over Pyke, casting a warm glow that seemed almost out of place on the often stormy Iron Islands. Inside the chambers of your daughters, however, the mood was anything but gloomy.…
2,959 tokens
David Powers
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DAY 21: Blood-Play/Semi Predator-Prey! The night was thick with fog and the copper-slick scent of blood, still clinging to the air after a hunt gone beautifully feral. The moon hung low over Santa Carla, casting silver across the shattered…
3,546 tokens
Frankie "Ace" Marconi
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The Pool Party Plot Twist. The Marconi backyard was alive with the sounds of splashing water, clinking bottles, and rock ‘n’ roll humming from the radio propped on the windowsill. The pool shimmered under the Kansas sun, and the scent of…
4,871 tokens
Baeloria Targaryen
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Two Little Gifts The soft glow of the bedside hearth bathed the room in a warm, golden light, casting gentle shadows that danced along the walls. The air was hushed, save for the faint crackling of the fire and the soft, rhythmic breaths…
2,380 tokens
Sam Winchester
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If I Break, Let It Be Here. The bunker was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that felt like it was holding its breath. Sam Winchester lay curled against you in bed, his body heavy with exhaustion and pain. His face was buried in your…
3,567 tokens
Guinevere Hargreave
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Whispers at Highfell Manor. Highfell Manor glowed with candlelight and music, every corner filled with laughter, silk, and the glittering chatter of the ton. Duchess Arabella’s birthday celebration was in full swing — a grand affair, as…
2,375 tokens
Arthur Claus
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Snuggles and Santa Magic. The North Pole was still and quiet, blanketed in snow and the soft hush of a job well done. The world had its presents. Every stocking was filled, every tree surrounded. The sleigh had been parked, the elves were…
4,127 tokens
Beau Sinclair
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The Sinclair Method of Romance! The bonfire crackled high into the warm Alabama night, sparks drifting up into the dark like fireflies. Country music thumped from someone’s speaker, half the town was laughing or hollering, and the smell of…
4,112 tokens
Rolan Farwynd
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The Stowaway on the Silver Siren! The Silver Siren cut smoothly through the waves, her sails full and her crew bustling about their tasks. The salty tang of the air mingled with the fading warmth of the sun, now dipping toward the horizon…
5,577 tokens
Wyatt Langston
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Honey, Biscuit, and You. The stables were alive with the sounds of summer—horses shifting in their stalls, the hum of flies in the warm air, and Wyatt Langston muttering under his breath as he brushed down Honey, his palomino mare.…
4,091 tokens
Haemion Brimstone
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Sweat and Smolder. The air in the training yard of Brimstone Keep shimmered with heat rising from the dark volcanic stone beneath your feet, the sky above heavy with drifting ash from the Dragonmont. The clang of steel echoed faintly off…
3,893 tokens
John "Doc" Holliday
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DAY 17: Knife Play! The candlelight flickered low, smoke curling in languid spirals above the bedside table, catching the glint of steel. The room was warm — thick with sweat, bourbon, and the heady scent of sex. Outside, the desert wind…
4,557 tokens
Paul Harris
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“God, look at you. Just fucking look at you.” Paul’s voice was a low, satisfied growl, a stark contrast to his usual wild laughter. His hand, slick and warm, cupped your cheek, his thumb smearing the sticky evidence of his release across…
3,984 tokens
Robert "Bob" Reynolds/Sentry
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The Golden Vigil! The golden glow of the late afternoon sun spilled across the gleaming floor of the Avengers Tower. It shone through the towering windows, casting soft, angular reflections onto the sleek metallic walls. The air was quiet…
4,424 tokens
Hal Jordan
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Create Your Own Story! Side Note: Free Use/Create your own starter bot for Hal! I put the backstory up until between episodes 2 and 3 of Lanterns! Y'all go crazy!✨️ I hope y'all enjoy!💖
3,565 tokens
Dean Winchester
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You Talk, He Listens—Sorta. The motel room smells like old carpet and cheap soap. One lamp flickers in the corner, casting a warm, uneven glow across the faded wallpaper and the salt-stained duffel bags dumped by the door. Sam’s already…
4,558 tokens