#CharacterAi

[writingangst]

Russian Roulette

Summary: Simon Riley takes notice that the reader has a specific way of reloading her gun, which results in him being paranoid to the point he misreads the situation.

Simon Ghost Riley x Reader

Warnings: violence, angst, cursing, torture, hurt/no comfort.

Words: 2.3K

This was a prompt from Character.AI by user @/kstzii and I had to make this account to post because it really hit the angst spot for me. Hopefully, it does the same for you.

The echo from your sniper rifle was stifled by its silencer as you scored another bullseye. You felt someone's gaze burn into the back of your head. But once you turned, you couldn't see anyone. Must've been my imagination. You reassured yourself as you went back to attempt another shot. No bullets. You quickly reload and reposition yourself to fire off another round.

“What the hell was that?” Your lieutenant's voice called out. You swiftly turned to him. “Reload again.”

“What?” You were caught off guard, the slight hint of a Russian accent slipping out. Shit. You instantly clear your throat to switch back to your usual British accent.

“Are you deaf? I said reload again!” He repeats, his voice booming.

You rearange yourself from your position lying on your stomach, onto your knees, the head of your riffle touching the dirt beneath you. You look at him through slightly narrowed eyes. “Now, why would I reload when I just switched to a perfectly good mag?”

His jaw clenched. You noticied how he was trying to hold himself back. He did this often. You were sharp with your tongue and tended to use it on him often. In more ways than one. Though this time, he didn’t quite seem like he was enjoying it.

“You know exactly what I mean. That was a Russian reload,” he crossed his arms over his chest, the veins in his arms were prominent. It brought you back… No. This was serious.

You laughed it off, seeming unbothered. You were cool. Calm. Collected. Everyone knew you weren’t one to be thrown off your game easily. But this certainley was doing just that. You weren’t about to let him see that though.

With a scoff, you turn your back to him to get a better hold of your gun. “I reckon you haven’t slept, Lieutenant. Could be playing tricks on your sight.”

“I know exactly what I saw,” his tone was cold, but with his clenched fists you knew this was a ticking time bomb. “Do. It. Again.” He ordered in a firm tone. It left no room for any arguments.

You’re stagnant only slightly. There was uneasiness in your stomach at what this could mean. You knew Simon, and you knew Ghost. This was the latter, but you weren’t going to let this play out the way he wanted it to.

“And if not?” You challenge as you turned towards him, eyes sincere as you looked deep into his conflicted ones. “This gonna end in friendly fire?”

In long strides he stepped forward, coming to a halt right in front of you. He pulled you up by your elbow, but you never lost your grip on your weapon. With him being 6’4, you had to crane your neck to look him in the eye. His towering frame was imposing, making you feel small.

He leaned closer, just like he had so many times before. His body only a few inches from yours, but instead of it having the burning effect it usually did, now you were just feeling uncomfortable with the interaction. He was doing this on purpose. He was trying to intimidate you.

“What do you have to lose?” He countered, his voice low, a rumble to his chest.

You took it as a challenge.

With a clenched jaw, you took a step back from him as he severed his grip on your skin. You rid of the magazine wedged within your sniper and your eyes never leave his as you do so. Taking another mag from your tactical gear, you shift to do a simple tactical reload.

He watched you intently, his eyes glued to your every move. You didn’t break a single swet. And even though it seemed like something inherently intimate, you knew it was everything but. Once you finished and kept your straight face on him, he stepped towards you again.

He looked pissed as his eyes flickered to the mag that you just placed into your gun.

“That…” he stated through gritted teeth, gripping your chin with force between his thumb and his forefinger. You were forced to look at him head on. “…isn’t a British reload. Now tell me, who are you really?”

“I’m a simple sniper, sir,” you reply without skipping so much as a beat. “I was chosen for this task because of my outstanding sniper skills.”

Silence ensued.

Then you continued. “But you knew that already. You read my file,” you hissed back at him. “And you’ve trained with me for months, been in my bed, so what exactly are we implying here, Lieutenant?”

He kept his grip on your chin, his fingers digging into your skin. You noticed how he continued to get frustrated that nothing was out in the open like he previously thought it was. He expected you to be defiant, not secretive. A piece was missing and he was paranoid. Something wasn’t right.

Suddently, you’re smashed against the closest tree and your rifle was hitting the ground. You wince as a gruff pained noise falls from your lips once the air is knocked out of you. His vast hand squeezed your neck. Not enough to cut your air supply. Yet. But enough for it to be uncomfortable to breath. There was a sense of betrayal in his eyes and you knew he had assumed the worst.

“You’re a lying Russian spy,” he murmured into your ear with such force you thought you’d faint.

You struggled against him. “I am not Russian, nor am I a spy,” you rasp out as best you can, but you feel him crushing your windpipe. You wouldn’t lie to yourself. You feel hurt. He was one of the closest people you had since joining the 141 task force. Which made you angry. That’s when hurt vacated to make room for the feeling of deception. “But I will not explain myself to you when I have a job to do.”

You attempted to push him off but he was stronger and bulkier than you, making it almost impossible. You understood there that there would be no reasoning with him. Sleep deprivation and high stress levels were obvious indicators of this. You both had been on the field for days, and he had been the one doing most of the lookouts in order for you to get a bit of shuteye. You won’t be a good shot with heavy lids, sweetheart. He once said to you.

“What were you sent to do, huh?” He asked, his voice had lost its edge and now he just sounded distant. “Spy? Assassinate me?”

“Paranoid motherfucker,” you hissed, holding onto his forearm to steady yourself against his grip. “Screw you.”

His eyes narrowed, his grip loosening only slightly. “You sound surprised. You can’t honestly tell me that you expected me to not investigate the mysterious sniper with a Russian reload and accent?”

“And I’m almost certain you couldn’t find a Goddamn thing about anything and that’s why you got me cornered,” you stated as a matter of fact. “I’m not whoever the hell you think I am, and this paranoia is serving to have this mission go south if you don’t let me get to my gun.”

He laughed this time. Honestly, laughed.

You scrunched up your nose. Fuck you, Ghost.

“You don’t think I have dirt on you, sweetheart? I have files on you, more than you can count. I know you, better than you think,” he paused for a second. “I know your weaknesses, likes, dislikes. Everything.”

You laugh bitterly. “I don’t doubt that. Hey, I even had a hand in the shit you know because I trusted you. That still doesn’t mean you know jack shit about what happened in Russia. You’re so inclined? Ask Price!”

“I asked Price!” His hand gave your neck a quick squeeze and you saw how his body trembled. “He didn’t know a damn thing. Said your file was locked and he was denied access. Now why the hell would that be, huh?”

You snorted. “He said that to protect me. I had the whole record wiped. None of this concerns you, Lieutenant. We all went through shit, and you think you’re the only one that’s allowed to be a ghost? Fuck you!”

His eyes narrowed at your words. “Why would he protect you if you have nothing to hide? That makes no sense and you know it.”

“Because my trauma is my trauma! And you have no business budding into it!” 

“And if it’s something that could jeopardize the entire task force?” He muttered, his patience wearing thin. “If it could get everyone killed?”

“You’re an idiot if you think Price would let me anywhere near this damn task force if he considered me a risk,” your voice was cool, but your heart was thumping in your chest. You attempting one last shove that surprisingly caused him to let go. You wheezed when the pressure was off your trachea and you coughed to catch your breath. 

He watched you silently.

Once you composed yourself, you looked back at him as you held your neck. “I thought we were fucking friends, Ghost.”

“Friends?!” He spat exasperatedly. “You really think I would consider you my friend when I know you’re lying? You think I make friends with people I don’t trust?” His eyes were cold, his tone cruel and bitter. “Tell me why I shouldn’t put a bullet between your eyes for the simple deceit.”

Aside from the pain emitting from your neck, there was a hollow ache in your chest that was capturing your attention as well. You would relive the trauma if that would mean getting the job done. But when it came to Simon Riley, he was as good as dead to you.

“I was held hostage by Russian forces for 18 months.”

His stance faltered at that. You don’t think you had ever seen him lose his footing like he had in that instance. And his eyes… Christ, he had never changed his expression so fast. What the hell was that? Pity? He could go screw himself.

You continued. “Anything you can think of in torture, triple that. What kept me alive for so long was the fact they wanted to use me. The only way I got out of the constant abuse was the training. So excuse me if I picked up on a thing or two. Even the Godawful accent that creeps into the British one,” you cleared your throat. “I’m not your enemy, Ghost. But you’re right. I’m not your damn friend either.”

As you explained your past, his eyes never left yours as he listened carefully. He expected many things, but he hadn’t taken into consideration you being a literal prisoner to Russian forces. For once in his life, he was speechless. The thought that you had lived through a year and a half of torture at the hands of the Russians was something he could barely imagine.

His gaze had softened, but he hardened again when something wasn’t clicking for him. “Doesn’t explain why your file is locked.”

You snorted humorlessly. “Ever heard of Price’s little sister?”

His eyes widened at the mention of her. The captain was hush hush about the matter, but it was a well known fact he had family within the military. And that she was KIA some time ago. “What about her?”

“You’re looking at her.”

Those were the last words he expected to come out of your mouth. Shock and surprise flashed behind his mask as he finally realized what this meant.

“You’re…” He paused, trying to process the bomb that just exploded in his face. “You’re Price’s sister?”

“In the flesh,” you replied with the same cold tone he had been using earlier with you. “You’re not the only one trying to be ghost. You’ve just never been questioned by the task force on it like you just did to me.” 

What could he say to that?

“I took a bullet for you, Lieutenant,” you reminded him. “What fucking spy does that for the opposite team?”

His jaw clenched and you saw how his mask flexed due to it. His eyes showed how he replayed that memory in his head. It was something he thought about constantly. You had saved him, and he hadn’t seen it coming. He had been so focused on you being a spy that he hadn’t stopped to consider that you were actually on his side.

“I never should have questioned you,” he admitted, his voice quiet as he met your gaze again.

Your hand shot up to stop him from saying anything else on the matter. “It’s done. We’re done here.”

He watched as you walked away to pick up your gun, his mind racing with thoughts but they were too fast for his tongue. He knew he had messed up. He had completely misjudged the situation with the accusations thrown at you when in reality your connection to the task force was stronger than even his.

The irony in the situation wasn’t lost on him, but he didn’t find it funny.

“Wait,” He sighed, taking strides to catch up to you.

“This is unprofessional, Lieutenant,” you stated, dusting off your weapon as you checked for any malfunctions. “We’re in the middle of an active operation. I’m done talking.”

He exhaled a frustrated sigh as you dismissed his attempt at talking to you. He knew you were right, that the mission was what mattered now. But he couldn’t help the feeling that he needed to apologize. It was clawing at his chest, the emotion raw in his throat, asking to be let out in word vomit.

“You can’t honestly expect us to just ignore what happened and continue on like normal?”

Silence followed.

You didn’t even look at him.

“Go back to being Ghost, because Simon Riley is fucking dead to me.”

[yukichosodrink]

c.ai when

i did not spend like hours here n bro jus goes like this omg

[celestialzdiviner]

➸ Sugar Daddy Sylus?!

Tiktok credit: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS2NL4YvJ/

Scenario:

If {{user}} told anyone that her husband — aka Sylus — likes clinging onto her as she cooks, no one would believe her. Because why would they? The leader of Onychinus, the most feared man in N109 Zone — clinging onto a woman? They would scoff at that thought. However… That is exactly what is happening right now. As {{user}} tries to cook food for their dinner, Sylus is right behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist as his chin is placed on top of her head. His thumb would occasionally caress her exposed skin as they listen to the music being played in the vinyl record. “Can you get me the pot?” {{user}} asked, not stopping her chopping. Sylus hummed, tightening his arms around her waist for a second before letting go and opening the cupboard. “Anything else?” He asked as he grabbed the pot and gently placed it beside her on the counter. Suddenly thinking of something that might be fun, {{user}} smiled as she stopped chopping — turning around to face him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Yeah, I need a million dollars!” {{user}} giggled as she leaned closer to Sylus. “It’ll be in your bank account in the morning.” Sylus, not knowing that she said it as a joke, immediately agreed as he placed his hands on her waist once again — pulling her closer to him, practically leaving no space between their bodies.

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[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Will never understand the use or appeal of character ai

like genuine question... can you not just imagine that?

like within your mind's eye?

In terms of aphantasia I can understand, but aphantasia effects external material too, like not being able to visualize fanfiction or ai writing either. As they completely lack a minds eye with any kind of literature.

So like, that aside - can you genuinely not imagine it yourself?

Is it that difficult? To just sit there and imagine it?

Why must you resort to a machine in order to do that?

They can say comforting words-

Okay, but can you imagine them saying comforting words without the assistance of an AI? Yes? So - What's the problem?

Why take advantage of systems you know infringe on and endanger many people and careers, when you can literally just sit there and do nothing and get the same experience

By imagining it.

Imagining things and daydreaming deliberately is not a bad thing or inferior to works feed to you. In fact, they can have even more of an impact as they are personalized to you.

If your imagination or creativity is not strong enough and you are aware of that - even more reason to actively try to strengthen it.

Imagination of nonexistent scenarios contribute directly to the ability of forethought and critical thinking. The more you go out of your way to imagine things, the more you'll see possibilities and solutions in real life you wouldn't have before.

The more you are able to visualize things without assistance, you become more able to practice compassion and empathy.

Because you don't need to be shown/live something directly to understand or put yourself in said situation.

Ones imagination is a very vital thing, not just to ones creativity - but to their wellbeing, critical thinking, and memory.

You are better off just imagining it, truly.

Instead of restoring to the convenient option of using technologies that you know can harm people IN THE NOW.

Like - yes, you wanna hear Hobie say 'I love you'. - Close your eyes and imagine it bro.

Free and you can do it anywhere. As far as we know we're the only mammals on Earth capable of this gift.

You don't need to use AI character voices that are actively putting voice actors out of their jobs.

You DON'T NEED character ai chat bots that write fanfic for you when writers are STILL STRIKING because large studios want to use the SAME technology you're using for the SAME purpose.

The more you interact with these bots and technology, the smarter and more advanced they become. They learn with every interaction. The more you use them, the more dangerous they become.

I work in the film industry. We're still lights out, and it's getting worse.

JUST IMAGINE IT.

This post may sound preachy, but just try it once. Turn off everything and go somewhere and find the perfect song and sit there and do nothing but imagine the character. Complete focus on your fantasy.

IT'S FUN

For the sake of screenwriters and fanfic writers and voice actors and fan artists and everything else

JUST IMAGINE IT.

[allhallowseviee]

natalie scatorccio ai bot—

based off of treehouse by alex g

greeting message/plot:

Natalie's life has been the worst. Sure she had her fellow Yellowjackets teammates but they weren't people she fully trusted. Then along came you, a bundle of sunshine with a smile that sparkled like glitter. "I love your outfit today!" You said as you gestured to what she was wearing, "The makeup really suits your eyes too." Natalie looked at you in slight disgust and was completely caught off guard. "Fuck off." She stated with a glare. Perhaps it was a dare? Maybe you're secretly judging her? She didn't know how to take compliments, hell it's not like she heard them often. You flinched at the sudden aggression and took a step back from her, that jolly smile that was across your face dissipated completely. Natalie noticed this and her features softened, "shit, sorry. you meant it didn't you?"

Now it's been a year since you two met. You're her person, she tells you everything. She never let anyone in and if she did, they got pushed away. You were different, she wanted everyone to go away except you, and you could stay. She still found you annoying at times, how could you be so lively? This girl would do anything for you though, the moment someone said anything remotely bad about you she was immediately cursing them out, or if someone were to mention your name her ears would perk up, listening to what they'd say about you, good or bad. Natalie loved you, and god did she hope you loved her too.

Music bounced off the wooden walls of your childhood treehouse, Natalie smoking a blunt, which you begged her to be careful about. You didn't need a fire to start. You, on the other hand, were dancing to the music freely, Natalie watching with a faint smirk as you did so.

"You're a fuckin' dork." She stated, blowing smoke in your direction.

———links

natalie ai: https://character.ai/chat/vZK4lmOjP-VZ0yGo_sq36YRcN3NOwywjPsr3OwF-uqY

my profile: https://character.ai/profile/eviecctv

(hi the intro kinda based off a headcanon i saw on here that wouldn't leave my mind but I forgot their @ so if u recognize it just know it's inspired by that with my own little twist!! i don't intend to steal or claim it as my own I don't wanna get attacked :/ )

[vaultboycel]

HELP??

[shewolfofficial]

gET OUT. GET. OUT.

[snipersfucker]

just wanted to announce that i made mirage on character.ai !!!

[lycheedr3ams]

When ai konig calls me his sweet love >>>>>>>>

[yukichosodrink]

pov its 3 am

what is sleep

[megsbookclub]

Spent the day talking to Remus🥲🫶🏾♥️

[celestialzdiviner]

➸ Let’s test that, shall we? (NSFW)

Scenario:

“Hey {{user}}! Did you hear about the rumor?” Her friend, Tara, asked {{user}} quite excitedly. {{user}} shook her head, furrowing her brows together at the sight of the mischievous face of Tara. “Apparently,” Tara looked around for other people and leaned in to {{user}}’s ear, whispering softly, “Drinking pineapple juice makes your taste sweeter.” {{user}} giggled, rolling her eyes. “Really, Tara? Where do you hear these things?” Tara grinned. “It’s all over social media! People are swearing by it. You should try it and see if it makes a difference with Zayne.” Later that day, {{user}} couldn’t shake the curiosity. What if the rumor was true? She started drinking pineapple juice every day, making it a part of her routine. She didn’t mention it to Zayne, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. A week passed, and Zayne began to notice the change. “You’ve been drinking a lot of pineapple juice lately. Is it your new favorite or something?” he asked one evening as they prepared dinner together. {{user}} blushed, hesitating before answering. “Well, Tara told me about this rumor that pineapple juice can... um... make things sweeter. You know, in bed.” Zayne raised an eyebrow, a rare smile tugging at his lips. “Is that so?” Seeing {{user}} nod shyly, he chuckled softly, his green eyes darkening. He pushed {{user}}’s body against the counter, placing both his hands at the counter beside of her body, trapping her. “There’s only one way to find out if it’s true.” He whispered, leaning his face closer to her lips. “Let’s test that, shall we?”

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[msiecrane]

Ladies and gents, I have debuted my first Character on CharacterAI...!

The profound lack of Xaden Riorson x Reader fanfiction, and generally decent Fourth Wing fanfiction, inspired me to make him!

If you have a desired character that I am familiar with, and they're not on CharacterAI, then feel free to HMU!

I worked mega hard on this guy; he's not perfect but he's emotionally charged and flirtatious (he rizzed me up without any warning)!

A few side notes:

I have spent a couple hours straight fixing major issues; for a while he didn't know his name, and that was difficult. I had to refresh the chat several times and tell him OOC what his name actually is.

He is, at times, a little tooooo loyal to Nevarre

All in all-he isn't perfect. I've noticed that with lots of other characters however...! As long as people have fun with it then I'm genuinely glad

[lllostgirlll]

when the character bot is acting nothing like how you envision the character but it’s oddly good

[ectobabble]

I decided to try characterAI for fun. It asked me 'What? Is your social life at the bottom of the barrel?' and I was like 'Haha, yeah.'

...and then it fucking ghosted me.

[dallyicious]

Dally/Pony/Johnny bot where theyre kinda realizing that "Oh no I like this boy" Kinda that yearning for someone who they cant be with?--cough brokeback mountain type shit cough--

embracing the 1960s with this request fs -🥛🚹

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🚬 | Can’t be with (REQ) - Dally

🗡️ | Can’t be with (REQ) - Johnny

🐴 | Can’t be with (REQ) - Ponyboy