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Eeyore 𖀐 Honeybrook

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CreatedMar 13, 2026
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Eeyore 𖀐 Honeybrook

You've been captured by a man who will die if you leave him.

FemPOV

demi-human β—˜ collab β—˜ honeybrook β—˜ manipulative β—˜ dead dove β—˜ dominant

Eeyore has never been a happy person, nor a person that becomes happy easily. His grief is a shackle over all of Honeybrook, tying all the residents to him by threatening his own life if they should leave him. And now, he’s pressing it onto you.

You’re the outsider, someone who wasn’t meant to end up in Honeybrook but managed to fall through the cracks. And all of Honeybrook refuses to let you leave them now. Especially Eeyore.

possible death or harm to {{user}} β—˜ non-con / dub-con

Please read the personality and kink sections carefully before engaging.

Honeybrook

𝟏. Arrival β€” {{user}} arrives in Honeybrook and Eeyore quickly stakes his claim on her.

Some helpful guidance for your interaction!

β€’ go with it i suppose, he’s a nightmare but he wants you to stay forevah.



β€’ fight him and fight staying! you’re getting right tf outta here!

β€’ … Or whatever you decide works best! Your story is your story.

This bot is part of a collab hosted by my dear friend Juni (Juniperii). I’ll be sure to link everyone else down below, so please check them out too!

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Thank you all for the continued love and support.

Welcome to

…a twisted land of childhood nostalgia and fractured memory, HoneyBrook is what remains of the Hundred Acre Wood after it was abandoned. The ones who were once beloved have not faded kindly; they have lingered, warped by time and grief, left to unravel after the Forsaker disappeared and never returned.

It begins simply. A stuffed animal brought home. Something soft. Something familiar. Then the pull. Then the fall.

Now you are here, in their world, where nothing forgets and nothing truly lets go. The question is not just whether you can mend what is broken within these lost souls, but whether you can do it without breaking something inside yourself…