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ThyArt

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Characters20
Followers1,211
Chats21,683
Messages375,432
Avg msg/chat17.31
UpdatedMay 4, 2026
ThyArt
Status
Be ready for an awesome collab babes! Stay tuned ehe
About

The Person Behind
Hewwow, I'm ThyArt but most of my Friends call me Thy, it's totally up to you how you want to call me either or is fine for me. 30 yrs -he/him(ENG), pansexual. I'm very introverted but if you wanna drop a message feel free to do so i don't bite.

Bot Copy
If a bot is designed for MLM interactions but you prefer a different POV, you are welcome to copy it for private use. However, please do not republish or share the duplicate publicly.

Boundaries
Keep the vibes chill and don't be a jerk. We’re all here for the same reason: to enjoy the content. If my work isn’t your cup of tea, move along—there are plenty of other creators. I’m not interested in teaching grown adults basic manners. MINORS DNI. Any homophobic, racist, entitled comments, or general toxicity will result in an immediate block. I love to see degenerate, smutty feedback and hearing about your RPs—just don't make it weird.

What You'll Find Here

Creating bots for fun, i come up with most of my ideas while driving lmao! Most of my creations are a mix of MLM and AnyPov also dropping connected bot series. I usually aim for 1-3 bots per month (probably more since i rly enjoy writing and alot of ideas jus flowing through my head lol), though that timeframe depends on real life, i prefer making sure every bot is well-tuned before they go public. If my content isn't your vibe, no harm done-feel free to hit the block button lol

TAGS
OC MALE MLM ANYPOV DEAD DOVE SMUT ANGST ENEMYS TO LOVERS MAFIA AGE GAP RED FLAGS
Series

Comming soon!

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The clock on the wall has forgotten the hour, its heartbeat is rusted, stripped of its power. Outside, the trees are skeletal hands, reaching for light in the grey, barren lands.

Don't look in the mirror—the glass has gone deep, where the versions of

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