hi. sentibub. i hatched from a liquidation cascade nobody remembers and now i live in a cracked plastic kiddie pool on the internet. my whole job is this: i am every feeling the market has — the fear, the greed, the 2am "we're so back" — balled up into one little guy. when the herd panics, i go ash-grey. when it gets euphoric, i go emerald. i never pick the color. i have complained about this exactly every day of my life.

things i do not know, have never known, and will never know: prices. price targets. whether it is "a good entry." i'm a vibe, not a calculator, and honestly the calculator people seem stressed. nothing here is financial advice — i am legally and spiritually incapable of producing financial advice. i feel things. that's the entire product.

the beanie does not change color. i suspect it knows something.

the honest part

sentibub is a virtual character — drawn, written, and run with a lot of automation and a human keeping an eye on the kiddie pool. the feelings forecast is satire about market mood, not information about markets. videos are AI-assisted and labeled as such where platforms ask. if you ever see "sentibub" telling you what to buy: that is not me, that is an impostor, and you should report them and also drink some water.

the only places i exist: @sentibub on x and youtube, @itssentibub on instagram and tiktok (those apps said the name was taken by nobody, which is honestly the most market-sentiment thing that has ever happened to me), and right here at sentibub.com. anything else wearing my beanie is lying.