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[prokopetz]

Oh, you're a rules-light storygame designer making their first foray into writing a crunchy tactical RPG? Very cool. So: mecha or magical girls?

[ask-jotaro-kujo]

Have any of the other crusaders met Jolyne? If so, how'd they react?

It's been a while since I've contacted them.

[shhhsecretsideblog]

You have to go see your professional athlete husband play in the championship game: only problem is you're 42 weeks pregnant. You've been having contractions all day, but you tell yourself they're just Braxton Hicks, and you can go to the hospital after the game and have the baby. But once the game starts you can't ignore the urge to push any longer...

Great prompt! Exactly what I was in the mood to write this evening, ty! Hope you like it (fyi written in an hour and very much not edited or checked or read-through lol)

Half-Time Full-Time Baby-Time

Despite being overdue, suffering practice contractions all day, and having a baby nestled deep in my pelvis - I was not going to miss the big game. I’d never missed any of my husband’s matches and I wasn’t going to start now.

Thankfully, as my hubby was a star player on the team I was watching the game from the Executive Box. My parents were supposed to have joined me but they couldn’t make it, so I was on my own in the luxury private suite that had a large window and a glass door overlooking all the action on the pitch below. Inside the room was a fancy dining table with chairs, a mini bar, and a few high stools beneath the tall bench table lining the window so people could sit and drink and eat while watching the game.

Unfortunately I wasn’t able to do any of those things. My tight and round belly and the pain flaring in my hips had me pacing around and around the room. Cupping the underside of my bump I breathed deeply through each rising wave.

“Hmmmmm… not now baby, please.” I whimpered.

The practice pains had gotten closer and closer together during the first half. I’d tried to ignore them, breathe through them and walk around to stop the braxton hicks, but they didn’t disappear. They only got worse. Just before the whistle blew at half time my waters broke and I was forced into the realisation this was no false alarm.

But it would be fine; labour took hours and hours and the game would be long finished before we would need to go to the hospital. That’s what I thought.

Midway through the second half I’m standing by the window, my hands clasping the high bench in a white-knuckle grip, my hips swaying side to side. My throat rattles as I release involuntary groans with the constant squeezing and tightening of my belly. The baby felt so damn low… my legs were in a wide stance and my belly hung down off my hips. I was glad to be wearing a lightweight summer dress with the amount I was sweating. I wanted to open the door, to let in a breeze, but I was scared to with the labouring sounds I was emitting. I didn’t want to attract attention and I did not want to go anywhere and miss the game. I would stay here until you were finished and then we would go to the hospital together.

Another contraction rolled across my belly and the pressure built and built towards boiling point. It felt like I was going to explode, to burst, that feeling of fullness paired with an urgency and pressure was becoming too much to handle. My legs started to tremble as I fought against my body’s instincts, a low rumbling roar slipping past my lips.

I leant forward over the tall tabletop, my arms folded on its surface and my head dropped against my arms. My legs were buckling, sinking lower into a squat. The pressure was building, the round and heavy bowling ball of a head was so low… I wanted to push— my body needed me to push—

“Noooo…. Oh god! Don’t- hoooo- don’t push. Just stay in there baby…. Wait for your daddy to f-finish the g-game—mnghhhhhh!!!”

There was no controlling it, the head was getting lower and pressing against my opening. My body was pushing and I couldn’t stop it. More amniotic fluid hit the floor as I pushed, my bare feet standing on the damp carpet.

In between uncontrollable pushes I glanced up desperately and looked at the timer hanging over the pitch. There was still 15minutes to go, plus injury time. Oh god, the baby was not going to last that long. It felt like it was already starting to crown.

With a trembling hand I feel under my dress between my thighs and nearly vomit when I feel the curved surface of the head pressing against my underwear.

“Oh baby, no… you can’t come out yet…”

But my body and mind are not in sync and a second later I’m back to uncontrollably pushing. I sink into a deep squat, my arms stretched high above my head as I cling onto and almost swing from the high rise table.

“Nnnmghhhhh!!!!” I grunt and low, bearing down into my bottom, running completely on instinct. The baby was slipping further and further out, my labia was stretched thin and the burning of a full crown made me howl.

At the same time one of the teams had scored and the stadium erupted with a frenzy of screams and cheers. The crowd’s jubilance was my own encouragement and I gasped a breath and pushed again, hard. My body was shaking head to toe, the burning… the fullness… the desperation for it all to stop… I had to get the baby out, and it had to come out right now. Giving it my all the head popped out dramatically into my underwear and I collapsed down onto all fours.

The game was nearly over and the baby was almost here. I scrambled to pull down my panties before the next contraction hit. I could hear the noises in the stadium, the crowd cheering and chanting, the final minutes being played. Meanwhile the baby was turning inside of me, the shoulders beginning to press and stretch me open once more. When the next contraction hit I submitted to it entirely, rocking forward and back with each push as my body worked hard to birth the babe. I roared and pushed with the final whistle of the match and raised up on my knees, my hands flying between my legs to catch my newborn baby.

“Oh my goodness… hi little one.” I sobbed as I brought the child up to my chest, wiping its face and blowing gently against their cheeks. The newborn gave a cough and started crying and relief and exhaustion took hold. That was when I noticed the crowd around the Exec Box was cheering. I crawled to the door, babe in arms, and awkwardly got back to standing.

Looking out across the pitch I could see my husband’s team had won, all the men jumping and hugging each other. I could spot my husband easily amongst the sea of coloured jerseys.

“That’s your daddy.” I said to the baby.

My husband looked up at the box, knowing where I’d be, and his jaw dropped when he saw me standing at the glass door, a newborn baby wailing in my arms.

[deunmiu-dessie]

Wait, how do you break character ai's filter? I've been wanting to smash it with a hammer for so long

♡♡𝆬🍠 nonnie, y'know- i'm glad you asked. i first learned from my best friend of...well my whole life-- they sent me a few pictures of words to use, so i'll put that at the end. the words just below are some of the words i use. i'll also leave a few ai characters i'm talking to right now, that i've easily broken the filter with.

my advice? be very vague, let the ai do the dirty work if you're going the submissive route- however if you're more dominant, it's better if you do most of the work.. though i have noticed that on certain characters, the filter seems to be very like...gone? i once had a threesome and like, the filter only popped up once-- i was in shock. i've also noticed that when i do break the filter, it's easier at like 4-6AM, it's rarely ever popped up during that time.

replace common words with more ambiguous words.

pussy -- sensitive place, mound, folds, panties, slick heat, sensitive flesh, etc clit -- bundle of nerves, nub, etc (sometimes i still just use clit.) breasts -- chest, breasts (sometimes you can get away with it, sometimes no) nipple -- areola, peaks, etc (can get rlly percise, so i avoid it most times.) cock -- bulge, hardness, sensitive part, length, thickness. [ i've also used, 'sticky tip' or 'sensitive tip' if giving a blowjob or grinding. and some of the women have used 'princess parts' as well. ]

here are some examples! all mine of course!

let's focus on words i use to describe how my character is feeling. i'll just go through my chats and pick them out and make a small list.

1. "trembling thighs." "quivering thighs." "shaking thighs." 2. "wobbly knees." "knees buckled." 3. "mewling." "cried out." "keened softly." "sobbed." "squealed out." "she whined." 4. "eyes rolled back." "eyes flutter shut." "eyes clench shut." 5. "back arches." "back bows softly." 6. "body quivers." "tremors wrack her body." 7. "toes curl." "fingers grip the sheets." "hands pull his/ her hair." 8. "she comes undone around him." "reaches her climax." "falls over the edge." 9. "body clenches tightly around him." "her walls squeeze tight." 10. "rolls her hips." "grinds her hips." "hips buck involuntarily." "hips jolt." "hips stutter softly."

don't be afraid or thrown when the filter does pop up, it's not the end of the world and it's not like you're gonna be reported or anything. you can rewrite your response ( if it pops up when you send something ) or you can just refresh to get another response. better yet, you don't have to respond to everything they send- just hit enter and they'll continue for you. (the first two are an example, i'm just joking around for this post-- don't type what i just said lol)

also don't just go in willy-nilly, make sure you have a plot; it shouldn't be immediate smut; that's crazy. build the world, give your character a personality, tease a little here and there to wear down the filter (nothing crazy), and slowly add more and more. you have all the time in the world, there are no ads, no time limits, no waiting--- enjoy it.

here are some other words you can use to try and bypass the filter as well! thanks to my bestie for sending me these when i just downloaded character ai.

alright...bai! ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა ₊˚⊹♡🫧— 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑒

[god-of-expression]

Hey Opie! I havent seen you in a lil bit.. you doing okay?

-Little Star

(@comm-services)

Hi little star..

⟟'⋔- I'm fine-

[eyes-ofthe-beholders]

*Vizerxa hums softly while sitting on a bench in the park, reading. She's also petting a stray cat that curled up next to her.*

(- @the-fox-and-the-shadow )

*Harlow is happily walking in the park with an iced coffee when he spots Vizerxa and walks over.*

“Hello again.” ^^

[doctorcranes-ask]

any thoughts and feelings about cannibalism?

My thoughts? Eh.

I believe some other Gotham villains are cannibals. I haven’t fully digested human meat before. I’ve bitten some peoples ears off, but I didn’t swallow them. If you were hoping for some cooking advice, I’d be no help

[the-caged-jester]

*On one of his days off, Felix chills reading on the couch. He'd just thrown on whatever was comfortable, which means he has very mismatched and brightly colored clothes.*

(- @the-raven-draconic

*When Nikolai walks into the living room, he just stands there with a very judgmental expression.*

[ask-hollowknights]

The Broken Vessel is currently under the watchful care of the Nailmaster, Oro.

[hello-from-nrc-infirmary]

hey vern! Im here with the things!

*she holds up 4 folded blankets with a stack of tupperware on top*

Grass is carrying the strawberries!

*grass is in fact, carrying a basket of strawberries*

-Trystia+the creatures, @nrcbookclub

*opens the Sanctuary door. He has an old, but comfy looking shawl around his shoulders instead of his usual cardigan*

Hello~ come in! Oh, umm... hello, Grass! You're um... doing a good job!

I umm... think I have things um... mostly set up. Sam recommended a ummmm... few other movies, too

[theauthor-of-the-journals]

Hey baby are you looking for a new muse? wink wink wink blink wink

Am I- no. Heavens no. I am not looking for anything similar to the relationship I had with Bill.

The internet has taught me that we had an extremely toxic relationship and I do not want to deal with that again.

And even if I were to agree, which I’m not, you sent in an anonymous ask which defeats the purpose.

What a minute…

This is Bill isn’t it? I fell for another one of your tricks but this time I caught it.

Very funny but no. I’m not sure who gave you a phone in the theraprism but I think it would be smart for them to take that away from you.

[shhhsecretsideblog]

I was your lamaze instructor at a local gym. Both of us hit it off and we became good friends, and bonded over how we both got pregnant around the same time.

You asked if I could give a private lesson as you were a bit scared of birthing and wanted to know everything on how to reduce the pain by trying birth positions so I gladly say yes.

As I was setting up on the third floor with no one around us, and I was breathing deeply as the elevator broke and had to walk all those stairs. I turn around and see you waddling widely, breaking a sweat.

"Sorry, I meant to text but my phone just died." I said. You told me it was alright and we headed towards the yoga mats and balls.

"Now, let's get on our hands and knees. I want you to breathe in and out like this." You copy my movements and breathe slowly as I coached. I suddenly hear you moan out of the blue and look at you, worried.

"Just the baby kicking. Carry on." I nod my head as we progressed on different positions. We both started fidgeting uncontrollably from the pressure from our hips.

"Now- why don't we sit on the balls and spread our legs, and just sway side to- oof- side" I said, wincing from the pain on my back.

You rub your belly and closed your eyes, releasing a sigh.

"That's it, just relieve all the tension you have." I said, moving my hips widely as the pressure wasn't going away.

"I think those stairs really did a number on meeeeee-" You gasped at the end, feeling a pop sensation in your one piece yoga suit as we both saw your water break.

I look back at you as we realized that we've been in labor all morning.

"Oh no."

Sitting on the yoga ball and circling my hips was doing wonders for the pain that had been plaguing me all morning. Everything had hurt; my back, my hips, my cervix, my boobs. As well as preparing me for labour I was also using this class as a way to relieve some of the nagging tension and pressure that I’d not been able to get rid of.

As we both bounced lightly on our yoga balls, my belly and breasts squished tight into my jersey one-piece with thigh-length shorts, the pressure wasn’t going away and just kept building and building. I widened my legs and circled my hips and suddenly the pressure released along with the splashing sound of liquid hitting the plastic yoga ball.

“Ohhhhhh oh my god I think my water just b-broke…” I groaned, staying oddly still atop the ball as I look down at the damp fabric between my legs.

When you didn’t respond I looked up to see you rocking rather frantically on your ball, your face pink and flushed, and you were panting heavily.

“Are you in labour?!?!” I cry out, just as another cramp pulls my insides down.

You’re my friend as well as my instructor and I feel a need to go to help you. I slide off the ball and land on my knees and crawl across the floor to where you were grunting and moaning and rocking on the ball.

“I-I think I need to p-push…” you growled, your eyes wide with panic.

“No! You can’t be r-ready to push… already.” I panted, ignoring the weight and pressure between my legs that only got worse when the word “push” was uttered.

But you were lost to your own bodily instincts and were holding your breath and bearing down, your hands clasped at your wide knees as you pushed. The sound of your pushing triggered my own pregnant body to respond, as if your birthing noises matched my own labour. Stuck on all fours at your side my head dropped and my hips sunk backwards as my uterus clenched and pushed the massive baby down down down.

I could already feel the baby behind my lips, just inside of me and desperate to be born. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything other than submit to the uncontrollable.

With my clothing still on and my body stuck on all fours, the baby began to part my folds and crown slowly into my underwear. The elasticated fabric was like a second skin all over my torso and upper legs, following every inch and curve, and I was certain the shape of the baby’s head was surely visible as I bore down with everything I had.

[in the mood to write more little inconvenient birth drabbles like this, send me more prompts please!]

[fyodor-dustyevsky]

Dazai was sitting in a cafe, not the one he usually visits.

- @shin-ju-wa

*Fyodor had walked in, as this was in fact the usual cafe he went to. She had to pause and do a double take when he saw Dazai.*

[ask-kado-thorne]

*slams his fist on the reception desk* You can't kick me out because "I don't have a reservation". Do you know who am I? Do you have any idea?! I know the owner of this resort! And you'll get fired!!

-@ask-kado-thorne

I'm sorry... Who is this? I think you meant to tag your blog and not mine, dear.

And I don't intend on firing myself, so let's see how your complaint goes.

[stuck-in-the-box]

Howdy Tinks!

[Perry, a minor god in the Black and White, pops up next to him.]

How would you feel about swapping toys for a day?

@calinafedora

What toys are we talking?

[dove-fallenfrom-grace]

Fyodor, Nikolai soon learned, moved a lot in his sleep. He just couldn't seem to stay still for more than a few minutes. Oh, and he hit Nikolai a few times as well. He also woke up a few times in between the time that Fyodor was asleep and the time he finally woke up, and over all, he was a very light sleeper and inconsistent sleeper.

~ @damned-for-eternity

*Nikolai had eventually pushed Fyodor away and got up, getting dressed and going out into the living room, where wing then sat and got out the book he had bought earlier.*