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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.

[fromtheberrybush]

The kids are drinking together tho

"KIDS-!"

@only-red-lights @lightspecksofsnow

[shhhsecretsideblog]

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 💜~

[scribbled-nightmares]

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.))

[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

[shijiayuto]

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.)

[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

[lana-and-her-sockpuppets]

...bap...

-@3dward-th3-s1lly

*She squeaked in surprise and confusion and bapped him softly in return.*

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[fromtheberrybush]

*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

[shhhsecretsideblog]

Fortunetly, you're about to get the promotion you've been working for for the last 3 years to get. Unfortunately, you're also hiding that you're heavily pregnant with your boss's baby. You hadn't wanted to have sex, hadn't wanted to become a mother. You knew everyone finding out you were having a baby would end your promotion chances, if not get you fired outright rather than give you maternity leave. And that's not even considering your husband finding out you were due any time now with someone else's little drunken accident.

It's a celebratory dinner for your accomplishments, and you're dressed to just, just barely be able to hide your condition. Anyone looking too close or too long, and it'll become obvious you have a bump under this classy holiday sweater. That's not helping the mounting labor pains, however. They're getting so close, so bad. About ten minutes apart, and getting stronger, closer fast...

You know you have a speech soon, the moment they'll announce your promotion. Can you even risk being on that stage in your condition? What do you even do if you can't? How do you keep your husband from finding out you're having a baby?

The Boss’s Baby

[short story - 1269 words, fpreg, clothing birth, public birth]

I readjusted my knitted holiday sweater dress for the umpteenth time, pulling it out and down, trying to stretch the knit so it hung “loosely” over my curves. It was the only item that even remotely covered the swell of my belly, filled with a baby that wasn’t my husbands. He was with me this evening, my husband, sitting proudly at the table smiling about the promotion I was to receive. A very public promotion. 

The company held an annual dinner, recognising the business achievements of the year, but also putting the spotlight on individuals that had gone above and beyond for the company in the preceding twelve months. I’d certainly done that; managing to hide my pregnancy with the boss’s baby these past 40 weeks. But I was also being recognised for my work and would be very publicly announced as the next VP of the company in just a few minutes. 

My belly tightened again, harsh and unforgiving, and it took all my effort to keep my face from grimacing. Not to let out a moan or a groan as all the muscles in my heavy womb contracted and squeezed downwards.

Not now, please not now. I begged to the secret I held inside of my body. 

The timing couldn’t have been worse; this formal dinner was happening right at my due date. Well almost, my due date came and went last week. But still the babe in my belly stayed put, snug in my womb for another week. Until now. 

The pains had started this morning and as much as I willed them to go away - they only got stronger and closer together. Contractions. I was definitely having contractions, I was definitely in labour. But I couldn’t tell anyone. No one even knew I was pregnant. So I was forced to go along with my day even with the ever increasing tightness of my hidden belly. 

My husband noticed the tension in my body as I sat beside him at the large round dinner table, surrounded by colleagues and their partners. I said I was just nervous about my speech, when in fact the baby had jolted down so far that I almost wanted to push. That couldn’t be right. I couldn’t be that far into my labour, surely…. 

I quickly excused myself to the bathroom, trying not to waddle with the baby rammed deep in my pelvis. My waters broke as soon as I locked the door of the cubicle, running down my tights and into my stilettos. Fuck. My palms pressed against the door, my legs widened instinctively, and I groaned a deep primal noise as the next contraction pressed aggressively through my body. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I really wanted to push. It felt as if my hips were being snapped apart, the baby pressing down, right against my cervix. My hips sank down, my knees bending into a half-squat as I braced against the cubicle door. I couldn’t have this baby now... My boss was here, my husband was here…. I was about to become Vice President of the company. I panted through the urge and mercifully the contraction ended. 

I should have examined myself, checked my dilation, but the idea of taking my tights off seemed too much effort. And if I was being honest, I didn’t want to know. This baby simply had to stay put. I would make it to the announcement, do my speech, and disappear discreetly afterwards. My husband would just think I’d got caught talking work with colleagues. 

So I wiped my tights of fluids, shook out my shoes, and forced my legs together. And slowly I made it back to the table.  

I didn’t have time to sit back down, to sit beside my husband who was looking at me so proudly, as I was being immediately ushered to the side of the stage. My boss was behind the podium, dressed in his sharp designer suit, making a glowing speech about my achievements at the company. How I had worked hard and worked my way up the ranks. But I could barely hear what else he said when the next contraction struck. My body nearly doubled over with the force of it, my hand flew out and I leaned against the wall and I panted under my breath. Oh shit. The pressure, the urgency, the sheer weight of the head on my cervix was unbearable. I couldn’t stop myself from pushing. Right there beside the stage as my boss rattled off all my impressive achievements. And then he turned to me, smiling, unaware I was trying not to give birth to his baby, and he called me up on stage. 

The bright lights were scorching on my sweaty and sensitive skin, my jumper dress loose but aggravating every one of my senses. I could barely keep my legs together as I stepped on the stage and immediately I gripped on to the podium to stop myself from doubling over. Hidden behind the wooden plinth my boss smacked my arse with a wink, a sign of his congratulations. I could have screamed. 

My words were forced and strained as I began my speech, my body was trembling with the effort of not giving birth. The white knuckles of my fingers on the podium glowed under the spotlight. The baby was slipping down! I could feel it. I wasn’t pushing, but it was moving anyway. My body was automatically doing the work for me, despite my wishes. I couldn’t help the grunt that slipped from my mouth into the microphone, as I involuntarily pushed. Bearing down and bringing the head to my entrance, bulging into my underwear beneath my loose fitting jumper dress. 

No…. Don’t push…. I begged my body but instead my legs widened and my muscles pushed again. My husband’s eyes were looking at me curiously, knowing something was wrong. Whereas my boss was too self-absorbed to notice anything other than his face on the screens that were displaying both of us on stage to the packed conference hall. 

I opened my mouth to resume my speech, but no sound came out. My hand disappeared from the podium and flew between my legs, feeling the curve of the head that was starting to emerge. I clamped my palm over my tights and underwear trying to keep the baby from coming out, but my body gave another deep and grunty push. People were starting to murmur, I could hear the sea of the crowd whispering about what was happening. I wanted to leave, to get off the stage, to get this damn baby out of my body. But I couldn’t move. I couldn’t take my hand off the podium, and I daren’t take the other off of my crotch. The pressure was too much, my vision swirling from the pain as the head stretched me wider and wider and wider. I sank to my knees, disappearing beneath the wooden podium as I pushed and pushed and pushed, and the head burst out of me into my underwear. 

My boss pulled me up from my armpits, whispering angrily in my ear - What’s wrong with you?! 

My legs were trembling, like a newborn deer, wide and unsteady. I had one hand holding the swell of my jumper dress, the other cradling the head of my illegitimate child as it brushed against the skin of my inner thighs. 

“I’m… having… a baby…..nnnnghhhhh-!!” I growled as I pushed again, uncontrollably. And the whole room gasped, every word from my lips caught on the microphone and echoed loudly around the room. 

[hello-from-nrc-infirmary]

*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

[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.*

[justawhitewolf]

Grandpa?

Can I show you something?

@luna-st-james

Of course you can