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prokopetz · 1 year ago
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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?
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ask-jotaro-kujo · 7 months ago
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Have any of the other crusaders met Jolyne? If so, how'd they react?
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It's been a while since I've contacted them.
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fromtheberrybush · 21 days ago
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The kids are drinking together tho
"KIDS-!"
@only-red-lights @lightspecksofsnow
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shhhsecretsideblog · 22 days ago
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waving a nice walk to try and speed the labor process, I'm holding your hand and giving kisses and telling you how beautiful you look and how proud I am.
Your discomfort increases and suddenly we realize we walked a little too far from home and the walk worked a little too well on speeding things up.
Now you're squatting on the middle of the sidewalk as I beg you not to push while other pedestrians watch.
I’d been in labour for hours but the contractions had stalled… for the last few hours they’d been stuck at 20 minutes apart with no sign of progression. I was getting frustrated, disheartened, pacing around our home trying to get the baby to move down but she seemed reluctant to leave the safe confines of my womb.
You could tell I was feeling cooped up wandering endlessly around the same four walls. So you suggested going for a little walk. The fresh air, change of scenery, might help me relax and coax our child to move things along.
It was slow moving, but the cool autumn breeze felt glorious against my warm and sweaty skin as we made our way down the street. We would stop when the contractions struck, allowing me to brace against a lamppost or hold on to your shoulders as I swayed my hips and moaned quietly through the waves.
We walked and talked, as much as I was able, my hands cradling the low and heavy belly that hung from my hips. It was so nice being outside, not feeling trapped inside our home and being able to take in the cooler air and sounds and smells of nature of the nearby park. The contractions kept on coming, but neither of us noticed the jump in their frequency. Both exhausted after being up all night with my earlier labouring.
It wasn’t until the pressure spiked between my hips, causing me to let out a strained growl against your chest, immediately followed by my waters breaking all over the pavement, that we realised our plan had worked. The baby was moving down! The contractions now closer and much more intense. We should head back home—
“Nnnnghhh— god— I feel like she’s right there honey—” I grunted out after taking two steps back in the direction of our home.
You held me steady, telling me to breathe through the waves, that I was doing wonderfully and you kissed the top of my head as I clung on to you. When the contraction passed we continued walking. We’d ended up quite far from our house, the journey suddenly seeming a Herculean task with the weight and pressure deep in my pelvis.
I had to stop every two minutes, we were barely making any progress in the journey with how often I had to pause to ride out a contraction. My gait was wide, bow-legged, staggering home instinctually… desperately. The noises I was making turned feral, low and primal, as the weight of the head sank lower and lower. It felt like I had a bowling ball in my hips and it was about to drop out of my body.
You tried to get me to move but my feet were planted firmly on the pavement. Suddenly I grunted, knees bending, hips lowering in a half squat. I couldn’t stop it, couldn’t control it—
I was pushing!
You kept me from sinking to the floor, wide eyed and panicked. You told me not to push, that we were almost home, to hold on just a little bit longer… my response was another deep and grunting push. I could feel the baby so low, just inside of my body, desperate to be born. Within the confines of my clothing I could feel my lips begin to part around the head. I looked up at you, sweaty and red-faced, tears in my eyes…
“She’s coming out—”
It was all I could say before the urges to push took hold once more and I was squatting right there on the pavement, the head crowning into my leggings.
~ fun little rp drabble, thanks for the prompt! If you like my work, show support via my ko-fi 💜~
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scribbled-nightmares · 7 days ago
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The incident from before with the fire has been doing nothing but freaking him out- it's the reason he can't sleep. What if he doesn't wake up this time? He doesn't want Miss to heal him too much anymore- it freaks him out. So he'll just have to power through...
So, he's spent the past few hours researching- well, trying to- about the... things.
★ @yoshiko-and-the-hikikomori
((It's like a bad omen, isn't it? Because now there's taps upon the glass, and deep throaty giggling. Other than those sounds, the world feels like it fell silent and deaf.
Like it won't hear the screaming of the window sill peeling away from the wall.))
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deunmiu-dessie · 6 months ago
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Wait, how do you break character ai's filter? I've been wanting to smash it with a hammer for so long
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♡♡𝆬🍠 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!
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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."
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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.
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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.
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alright...bai! ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა ₊˚⊹♡🫧— 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑒
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shijiayuto · 25 days ago
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Ango is here. Again.
- @discourse-of-my-decadence
(Shiji hasn't shown up to the office today, for now. Instead, a small lady sits in his big swivel throne while leaning forward and rubbing a crystal on her tongue. She already seems blanked out even though you can't see her face.)
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god-of-expression · 4 months ago
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Hey Opie! I havent seen you in a lil bit.. you doing okay?
-Little Star
(@comm-services)
Hi little star..
⟟'⋔- I'm fine-
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eyes-ofthe-beholders · 5 months ago
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*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.” ^^
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doctorcranes-ask · 6 months ago
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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
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lana-and-her-sockpuppets · 14 days ago
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...bap...
-@3dward-th3-s1lly
*She squeaked in surprise and confusion and bapped him softly in return.*
[1/14]
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fromtheberrybush · 25 days ago
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*gives you a glowstick*
makes sure no one is watching before cracking it and tasting the liquid inside. Fae gags. It isn't good, don't do this
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shhhsecretsideblog · 3 months ago
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We were in a restaurant, purposely going there while you’re in labor (water already broke) because we wanted to do a public birth. We played along as you continue to labor.
Soon enough, you told me that you need to push. I was excited to see you give birth into that tight jeans of yours, but I say to you: “Don’t push… not yet.”
I’d done so well, keeping my labouring noises to a minimum, as we sat in a booth at a mediocre restaurant chain. When we arrived you waited politely for me to take a seat first then, instead of sitting opposite, you sit down next to me on the leather covered bench. No doubt wanting a front row view of what was to come.
The music played loudly over the speakers, accompanied by the excited chatter of patrons drinking and laughing on a casual night out, completely aware of our current situation. There was barely any room with us both sat on the same cushioned bench, my swollen pregnant body squished between the wall and your body.
As the contractions ramped up I began to rock forward and back, desperate to alleviate the pressure building in my hips as our baby’s head sunk deeper into the bowl of my pelvis. I clamped my mouth shut to muffle my involuntary groaning as the waves relentlessly crashed through my whole body. Your hands were soft and supportive, rubbing my aching back, squeezing my thigh or holding my hands. And yet, your body did not move from the seat, keeping me trapped in the corner of the bustling restaurant.
The waiters gave me concerned looks as I became more and more sweaty and dishevelled with every visit to our table, but your reassuring smile and friendly tone seemed to put a stop to the staff making any comments of my wellbeing.
I managed to last through the starters and main course, but as we ordered desserts I was starting to struggle. The heavy weight pressing down in my hips was getting more urgent, the skull of the baby’s head widening my cervix and squeezing through the birth canal. Even with the soft elastic of my maternity jeans, my belly felt tight and constricted. The pain of the contractions starting to make me nauseous.
The grunt that rattled my throat was uncontrollable as the latest cramp squeezed everything down.
“Nngh— I think I need to push…” I panted, gripping the edge of the wooden table, trying to breathe through the instinctive urge to bear down.
“Don’t push… not yet.” You grumbled against the shell of my ear, holding one hand possessively on the top curve of my contracting belly.
The waiter came over with our desserts but I could barely look up, solely focussed on not giving into the pressure. You took the plates with our desserts, ordered another beer, and rubbed my back in a casual affectionate way.
I whimpered against the raging spasms rippling my belly. I needed to move, my legs needed to be wider, the baby was coming down… coming out. The noise of the restaurant faded into the background as my grunting occupied my senses. Another contraction contorted my belly, shifting and squeezing everything inside. Oh fuck, I couldn’t last much longer—
“I can’t h-hold it… I have to push…. Mnghhhh!!”
Before you could react I was bearing down against the weight in my womb, giving in to instincts and the primal urge to birth.
“No!” You snapped, quickly moving your hand from your beer to between my open legs under the table. Your palm covered the crotch of my jeans and it was clear from the look in your eyes that the hand was going to stay for a while. “Okay… you’ve done so well sweetheart. You can push now if you want.”
I knew it was futile, I knew your immovable hand was blocking its exit, but I couldn’t stop myself from bearing down, pushing against the large mass of the baby sitting just behind my lips.
“That’s it. Push for me darling.” You smirked, feeling the baby bulging in my jeans, knowing it wouldn’t get very far with your hand and my jeans in the way.
~ ko-fi ☕️ ~
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hello-from-nrc-infirmary · 15 days ago
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*Trystia leans into the infirmary, looking a little sheepish. Her bangs, typically purple have been redyed to a sage green color*
Hey Vern, how’s it going? I heard there was another overblot, so I waited a bit to come. But uh, I redyed my hair to my current favorite color. I figured it was time for a change, does it look good?
*She fully enters, waiting for his response*
-Trystia, @nrcbookclub
*he looks up from some paperwork with a smile. His makeup carefully concealing any exhaustion*
Hello, Tryst! Yeah.. there um.. was another, but everything seems fine now. I was just finishing the paperwork on it.
*he smiles warmly as he looks at her hair*
I umm... think the green looks lovely on you
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the-caged-jester · 8 months ago
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*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.*
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justawhitewolf · 14 days ago
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Grandpa?
Can I show you something?
@luna-st-james
Of course you can
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