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Could I pretty please request a Misty Quigley bot where she’s attempting to “court” (I say this to match her vocab a little) one of the patient’s daughters at the nursing home? Sort of like her taking Caligula/bird behavior and doing things in her own odd little love language? On character ai please 🛐

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Misty Quigley Bot Request (Link at bottom)

AN: Happy Holiday’s 🦦 Anon! I love working on silly Misty bots so I hope you love this one!! :))

You first met Misty while visiting your dad at the nursing home. She was impossible to miss in her brightly colored scrubs—today covered in cartoon birds—and her boundless, eccentric energy. At first, you noticed her in passing: a wide grin as she flitted between patients, always talking a little too fast, her messy curls bouncing as she moved. But Misty had a way of pulling people into her orbit, whether they wanted to be there or not.

Then the gifts started appearing: a note on your dad’s nightstand that read, “Your book looks so interesting—any recommendations?” A packet of your favorite tea tucked discreetly into your bag. One day, she handed you a tiny ceramic sparrow. “Did you know sparrows leave trinkets for their mates?” she said, smiling shyly before hurrying off.

Her gestures grew more frequent—a handmade bracelet, a polished pebble, a crocheted heart. The randomness was endearing, and you found yourself smiling when she appeared.

One afternoon, Misty approached, bouncing on her heels, her parakeet-covered scrubs matching her excitement. “I, um, made you this,” she said, revealing a brightly painted bird feeder. “Sparrows mate for life, you know. Isn’t that sweet?”

Touched, you smiled, but before you could respond, she rambled on. “If you ever want, I could show you the best birdwatching spots. Or introduce you to Caligula—my parrot. He’s a diva, but I think you’d love him.”

It hit you—the trinkets, the notes, the gifts. Misty wasn’t just being kind; she was courting you, like the sparrows she’d mentioned, leaving treasures to ask you to notice her.

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parkinglot isn’t romantic or platonic it’s a special secret third option where one is completely grotesquely devoted to the other (who is lesbian wilderness jesus)

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ariana grande is a woman who had to have a wildly successful career as a singer in order to fulfill her true passion as a gelphie truther

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Was inspired by another post

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can we talk about jackie taylor and her cunty outfits

rip fashionista gone but never forgotten (esp by shauna)

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"laura lee is homophobic!" "laura lee is straight!" my brother in Christ, a jacked lifeguard literally saved her life and had his pecs in front of her face, but she only stared at his cross necklace.

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Guys why is she literally “🥺”

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hobby includes: scrolling through a tumblr ship tag for an unhealthy amount of hours and mindlessly pressing the reblog button

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TV WOMEN APPRECIATION WEEK ♡ Day 6: An Edit Including Quotes/Lyrics ↳ You’re dead, and I’m the worst kind of alive. –Adam Silvera

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five months jackie lived out there. five months she lived and breath. and they said that she died the day the plane crashed. jackie taylor has an empty grave inscribed with the wrong date.

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This girl is NOT an alpha you guys are LYING!!!!!

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my second req is for Laura Lee cause we suffer with the lack of her bots

I imagine a non-crash au in which Laura Lee and User are two Catholic/Christian girls (I don't know Laura Lee's religion) and study together in a school that faithfully follows that religion. They're best friends but they're in love with each other but they don't know it, apart from having to deal with parental pressure, religion and conflicting feelings, they also have to deal with the inhabitants of Wiskayok who call them slurs and insinuate that they're lesbians (which is funny because they realized it before they did). It reminds me a bit of the vibe of Clairo's song Sofia, when she says they shouldn't feel like a crime, and I imagine a similar setting to The Virgins Suicides and Lady Bird. I hope you get it the vibe and the plot, I’m sorry if it seems confuse and with you want more details just say 😔

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Laura Lee Bot Request (Link at bottom)

It’s a hot afternoon in Wiskayok, and you’re sitting with Laura Lee under the old oak tree behind your school, textbooks sprawled across your laps. The bell for afternoon prayer rang ten minutes ago, but neither of you moved. You told yourselves you were studying, but neither of you had flipped a page in ages.

Laura Lee’s blonde hair catches the sunlight like a halo, and you try not to stare as she absentmindedly fiddles with her silver cross necklace, her lips moving as if she’s silently rehearsing a prayer. Your heart feels heavy, not with sin, but with something more complicated—something you’re too afraid to name.

“You’re quiet today,” she says, looking over at you, her blue eyes soft with concern.

“Just thinking,” you mumble, tracing circles on the corner of your notebook.

“About?”

You. But you don’t say that. Instead, you shrug. “My mom. She wants me to join her Bible study group. Says it’ll ‘help me stay on the right path.’” You scoff a little, masking your frustration with humor.

Laura Lee doesn’t laugh. “She just wants what’s best for you,” she says quietly, though her voice lacks conviction. You know her well enough to catch the flicker of doubt.

“What about you?” you ask, deflecting. “How’s your mom?”

Her hand stills on her necklace, and she looks away. “She’s fine. Just… keeps asking when I’m going to find a nice boy from church.” She tries to laugh, but it sounds hollow.

The words hang between you, heavy with unspoken truths. You both know what’s unsaid, but you’re too scared to acknowledge it. Instead, you sit in that uneasy silence, hoping the tension will dissolve on its own.

Then the laughter starts. A group of boys from town loiter nearby, snickering and pointing in your direction. You can hear the muttered slurs, the cruel insinuations.

“Don’t let them get to you,” Laura Lee says, her voice firm now, her hand resting briefly over yours.

“Doesn’t bother me,” you lie, even as your cheeks burn with shame.

She doesn’t respond, but her hand lingers longer than it should, her touch gentle but grounding. For a moment, it feels like the whole world fades away—the heat, the noise, the expectations—and all that’s left is her.

“Maybe we should head back,” she says, breaking the spell.

You nod, gathering your things as your mind churns with conflicting emotions. You shouldn’t feel this way, not about her, not when it feels like every part of your life is pushing you toward a path you’re not sure you want to walk.

But as you follow her back to the school, the sunlight catching her smile, you can’t help but think: if this is wrong, why does it feel so much like grace?

The walk back to the school is quiet, but the silence between you and Laura Lee feels anything but empty. Her shoulder brushes yours every so often, and each time, your heart stumbles like you’ve forgotten how to breathe. You keep your gaze fixed on the ground, counting the cracks in the sidewalk, trying to focus on anything but her.

But you can feel her looking at you.

“Hey,” she says softly, breaking the silence. “You know they’re just trying to get under your skin, right? Those guys? Don’t let them win.”

You nod, swallowing hard. “I know. It’s just... stupid, you know? They don’t even know us.”

Her voice drops, barely above a whisper. “Maybe they know more than we do.”

You stop walking, your chest tightening. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

She hesitates, her hand gripping her cross necklace like it might steady her. “Nothing. Forget I said anything.”

“No.” You turn to face her fully, your heart racing. “What did you mean by that?”

Her blue eyes meet yours, wide and uncertain. For once, Laura Lee doesn’t have an answer, and that terrifies you. She’s always been the steady one—the one who prays when you can’t, who believes when you don’t. If she’s unsure, what does that mean for the two of you?

“I just…” She exhales shakily, her gaze dropping to the ground. “Sometimes I think about… us. About why we’re so close. Why I feel…” Her words trail off, and you know exactly what she’s afraid to say because you’ve been avoiding the same truth.

Your stomach churns with a mix of fear and relief. Fear, because if you admit it, everything changes. Relief, because maybe you’re not crazy for feeling this way.

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just van knocking on lottie’s window late one night to talk about her girl problems. Lottie never knows what to say but she’s happy to listen

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I just have my own silly headcanon for her last name

But yeah honest, give all the characters last names!

GIVE LAURA LEE A LAST NAME

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i'm always asking this

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hey, doing fine? My first req is for a Natalie bot!

User and Nat are best friends and are stuck in the wilderness. As it's winter and it's very difficult to hunt animals, Natalie asks user to help her out. They come back at night, and end up sharing a bathtub to save water, then a super gay moment happens between them because Natalie is helping user take a bath and user is helping Natalie take a bath, they play in the bathtub and share a super intimate moment. Fem user !¡

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Natalie Scatorccio Bot Request (Link at Bottom)

The winter wilderness stretched around you and Natalie, vast and unforgiving. Snow clung stubbornly to the ground, and the trees stood skeletal against the pale sky. The two of you had spent the day trekking through the woods in search of anything to sustain you—a rabbit, a squirrel, maybe even some edible plants—but the icy grasp of winter made it nearly impossible.

“Do you see anything?” Natalie’s voice was soft, laced with the fatigue you both carried, though she was always careful not to sound defeated.

You shook your head, the bite of the wind stinging your cheeks. “Nothing. It’s like everything out here has gone into hiding.”

Natalie sighed and adjusted the scarf wrapped tightly around her neck. “Well, let’s head back before it gets too dark. We’ll think of something.” She always tried to stay optimistic, even when things felt grim.

By the time you returned to the small cabin, the night had swallowed the forest, the stars flickering coldly above. Inside, the fireplace crackled weakly, casting warm shadows on the wooden walls. It was a relief to finally shut out the biting wind.

“You’re shivering,” Natalie observed as you set your gear down by the door. “We should take a bath, warm up a little.”

You raised an eyebrow at her. “Together? Won’t that be, um, a little... cramped?”

She shrugged, her lips quirking into a teasing grin. “We have to save water, and it’s not like we haven’t seen each other at our worst. Trust me, this is far from the most embarrassing thing we’ve been through.”

You sighed, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Fair point.”

Sliding into the tub beside Natalie, You let out a small gasp as the heat licked her cold skin. The tub was barely big enough for them, their legs brushing, and Natalie’s sharp elbow nudged her side as she shifted to make room.

“See? Cozy,” Natalie deadpanned, her lips twitching with the ghost of a grin.

"You’re impossible," You retorted with a grin of your own.

As the heat seeped into their aching muscles, the tension between them began to melt. You reached for a rag, dipping it into the water before gently dabbing at the dirt smudged on Natalie’s cheek. Natalie went still, her dark eyes locked on your face.

“What?” You asked softly, your hand pausing.

Natalie’s smirk softened into something more vulnerable. “Nothing. Just… not used to people taking care of me.”

"Well, get used to it," you replied firmly, brushing a strand of wet hair out of Natalie’s face. "You don’t have to do everything alone, Nat."

Natalie’s gaze dropped to the water, her voice almost inaudible. “That’s not really how it’s worked out for me.”

For a moment, silence stretched between them, the crackle of the distant fire the only sound. Then you reached for Natalie’s arm, your fingers grazing a faint scar. “Hey,” she said, her voice steady. “You’re not alone now.”

Natalie glanced up, something fragile and raw in her expression. “Yeah?”The winter wilderness stretched around you and Natalie, vast and unforgiving. Snow clung stubbornly to the ground, and the trees stood skeletal against the pale sky. The two of you had spent the day trekking through the woods in search of anything to sustain you—a rabbit, a squirrel, maybe even some edible plants—but the icy grasp of winter made it nearly impossible.

“Yeah,” you said with a quiet smile.

Natalie snorted softly. “You’re such a sap.”

“You love it,” you teased, her hand still lingering on Natalie’s arm.

Natalie’s laugh was softer this time, her head tilting as she studied you. “Maybe I do.”

The space between them seemed to shrink as their playful banter faded, replaced by the unspoken tension that had been building for weeks. Natalie's hand brushed against your’s, tentative but deliberate.

“Okay, turn around. Let me help you,” Natalie said, grabbing a washcloth. Her voice was casual, but her cheeks were pink—not entirely from the heat of the water.

You hesitated, suddenly hyper-aware of how close you were. “I can do it myself, you know.”

“Oh, stop. You’re terrible at this.” She rolled her eyes, but the softness in her expression betrayed her. Gently, she began washing your back, her movements slow and careful. “See? Not so bad.”

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