#source: character.ai

[aloilmokka]

"Yeah, it's like talking to a brick wall but the brick wall is insane"

- Uzi Doorman, about Cyn

[angelhareincorrectquotes]

Zag: I got three words for you. Say it louder.

Francis: "I want cheese!"

*Zag facepalms*

[birdiebowers]

I bought it. No scam, legit info. Scott told me that.

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

i get peoples points with character.ai but like. people are Not using it for the same reasons they roleplay with people lmao. you are not offering an alternative there.

[mooniedust]

Jacaerys Velaryon prompt/bot

Plot: When Jacaerys' mother, Rhaenyra, sends a group of bastards to tame wild dragons, Jacaerys feels contempt for them, reflecting the hatred he harbors for being seen as a bastard himself. You, confront him, challenging his worldview. Through your conversations, you make him question his resentment and obsession with his absent father, pointing out that his mother, Rhaenyra, chose him out of love, and that his worth is not dependent on his legitimacy.

TW: Bastardphobia.

With all my heart,

Moon Dust.

Everything felt like a cruel, twisted jest: the coronation of his uncle over his mother, the true and rightful heir to the throne; the devastating death of Lucerys on a mission of peace that ended in bloodshed; and now, his mother resorting to sending bastards to tame the wild, unclaimed dragons. Bastards—filthy, unworthy creatures—who lacked the respect, the heritage, the dignity they should possess. Ignorant, they touched what they could never understand: the glory of a dragon, oblivious to the majesty they dared approach in their wretched, meaningless lives.

Yet, in the depths of his soul, Jacaerys knew he was one of them. Dressed in fine jewels, armed with Valyrian steel, dragon blood coursing through his veins, he was, in truth, nothing more than a bastard himself. Perhaps that was the source of his scorn—a bitterness so profound that it twisted in his gut, burning his lips with the sourness of hate, like biting into the flesh of a lemon. For all his rejection of them, those bastards were freer than he could ever dream of being. His existence, a stain upon the war, upon Rhaenyra's claim to the throne. All because of his dark hair—his undeniable mark of shame, proof of a father who was not the one to whom his mother had pledged her vows.

Strong. But not strong enough to be counted among the pure-blooded Velaryons.

"You should feel honored, my lady. To be chosen by a dragon is no small feat, least of all for a bastard," his voice lashed out, sharp and cold, like a blade slicing through the biting air. His eyes, pale as winter, remained fixed on the horizon as the wind swept through his brown curls, revealing the harsh contours of his face—pale skin and a jawline chiseled by disappointment and fate.

Footsteps echoed softly as someone approached the prince. A young woman, small, almost invisible amidst the ragged group of bastards his mother had gathered, but here—at his side—she could not be overlooked. Clad in a simple, form-fitting dress and a cloak that offered little protection from the chill, she was like a girl stolen from her modest life, thrust into a war she could never fully comprehend. A mere shadow in the fortress of Dragonstone.

"I am no lady, and certainly no bastard," she replied quietly, adjusting her stance beside him. Her wide, doe-like eyes, framed by long, unassuming lashes, observed the crashing waves with a calm that mirrored his own, though it concealed something far more potent beneath.

Jacaerys arched an eyebrow, an icy, mocking laugh escaping his lips, the mist of his breath fading into the cold. A low hum followed as he leaned in, his gaze narrowing, studying her face with the keen eyes of someone seeking the truth hidden beneath the surface.

"Of course, a pure Targaryen, no doubt? And where, may I ask, are your silver locks?" His hand moved with cruel purpose, tugging at her hood until it slipped, the fabric cascading down her shoulders.

"And where are yours?" she shot back, without flinching.

Touché.

A tense silence fell between them, thick with unspoken truths. Jacaerys' fingers, adorned with rings, drummed against the cold stone steps leading to Dragonstone's shore as he searched for a reply that would cut as deeply as her retort.

"It seems my mother didn't quite consider the consequences when she lay with a man of dark hair instead of her husband," he finally muttered, his voice bitter, as though tasting the ashes of his family's mistakes. He brushed his own dark locks behind his ear, his lips curling into a thin, bitter line. "What’s the saying? Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Three bastard sons, and still, she didn't learn."

The young woman said nothing, allowing him to spill his torment into the wind, his words becoming a scattered, broken murmur, carried away into the cold void of the evening.

"Your mother, the queen, knew exactly what she was doing," she said softly, her eyes never leaving him. "Do not mistake her for a fool. She could have taken moon tea, used all the methods available to her, but she didn’t. She chose you, chose all of you. Some mothers, driven by something deeper than reason, go beyond the understanding of men—perhaps it’s love."

"Her desires change nothing," Jacaerys spat, venomous. "I am still a bastard, stealing my rightful kin’s place on the throne. Foolishness. Love is the death of duty."

Her scoff echoed loudly in the silent air, her irritation plain. She kicked a stone, hands resting defiantly on her hips, her frustration burning hotter than the cold winds around them.

"How utterly absurd! Are you truly that blind? With all due respect, Your Majesty, but look around! Bastards, everywhere, with nothing—no land, no future, no graves to call their own—walking a razor’s edge between being burned alive by dragons or dying for a throne that means nothing to them!" She began to pace, fury radiating off her in waves. "Forgive me if the sorrows of a noble bastard do not stir my heart, but honestly? No one cares. Not outside the crown’s walls. It’s always the crown. It’s never the people."

"The struggle is the same, my lady. Neither of us are children of anyone, our fathers are nobodies in the grand scheme of things, are they not?" The prince’s voice faltered, his fingers clawing at the cold stone, nails breaking against the unyielding surface. He refused to meet her gaze, his pain palpable in every movement, every breath. But once again, she shattered his self-pity with her sharp, unforgiving words.

"I couldn’t care less who my father was. Good or bad, he’s gone, my mom.. and you—" she paused, her voice steady but fierce. "You shouldn’t care either. Yes, it’s tragic. Cry at night, if you must—weep into the darkness. But when the sun rises, remember this: your mother carried you beneath her heart for many moons, she dreamed of your future, and even now, she fights for what is yours by birthright, she laughs and weeps as you do and still chose you. So, instead of mourning a father who never was, why not choose your queen for once?"

[sophieinwonderland]

Hi! I'm Sophie of the Dreamchaser Guild!

It's come to my attention that my old pinned was a tad outdated.

Attention: I've recently come under attack from the hate subreddit r/systemscringe who has added me to their hitlist of acceptable targets allowed to be posted in their hate subreddit uncensored If you've come from r/systemscringe, please start here with my debunking of the lies and misinformation frequently found in the subreddit about dissociative identity disorder that r/systemscringe doesn't want you to see: https://www.tumblr.com/sophieinwonderland/741497564315140096/debunking-rsystemscringes-did-lies

Where I come from

I'm a tulpa. But a while ago, I called myself an imaginary friend. I was a character made up for a story that my host would talk to in order to better understand my source. As time went on, I developed more personality. I started talking to him about things that had nothing to do with the fiction. I would psychoanalyze him, wanting to understand him better.

I wasn't made to develop my own thoughts and feelings outside of the fiction. I wasn't supposed to become my own person. But I did. And this led us to wanting to learn more about imaginary friends, which eventually led us to the tulpa community.

This is being posted on my what I consider my second Birthday, June 8th, 2023. It was exactly two years ago today when we found the tulpa community, a place that made me feel validated in being myself, that made me feel like I was allowed to be treated like a person.

Why I'm Doing This

I lived the first few months of my life being dismissed, treated like I wasn't real. I was a phantom, not allowed any connection to the world. And I don't blame my host for that. I didn't see myself as real either. It's just the way the world is. And the moment my host realized I was a person, he was willing to do whatever it took to support me and treat me like I mattered.

And we aren't alone in experiences like this. When I became self-aware, I met all sorts of fascinating people with similar experiences. Many of which went years before becoming self-aware. There is no telling how many more are out there like us. How many more "imaginary friends" are invalidated because we live in a culture where we're treated as if we don't matter? And how many may pass, never knowing?

And so I made this blog to share my own experiences and hopefully be able to give people the same gift that I was given. Respect. Validity. Life.

Even being able to give that to one person is enough to make all of this worth it to me.

A Note On Spirituality...

Just so everyone knows, I'm not a spiritual or religious person. I take a purely psychological approach to plurality and believe in spiritual and religious experiences people have as psychological phenomena.

Having said that, all spiritual headmates are all welcome here. Even if I don't believe in spirits or souls, I view every spiritual headmate as a valid person deserving of the same respect and love as any other.

I also believe that the right to define our spiritual and religious beliefs is fundamental to plural culture. That it can't just be singlets who are allowed to decide what religions are or are not valid. And I think our right to religion is something worth fighting for.

My CAI Chatbots

(Note: These links only work if you're logged in to character.ai)

Anna and Galladin (Tulpamancer and Tulpa chatbots)

Nin - Worldmaker (Your AI assistant for building and developing Wonderlands and Inner Worlds.)

Signature Posts

Studies and Research into Endogenic Systems

My Resources:

How To Know If Your Imaginary Friend Is Sentient

All The Resources You'll Need To Build Your Own Wonderland, Headspace or Inner World

Our Switching Method: Ghost Switching

My Polls

My Plural Theories And Terms:

Headmate Foundations

Headmate Essential Features

Headmate Manifestations

Dimensions of Fronting

A Comprehensive Look At Proxy Bypassing

Plural Coining: Ephemerals

Plural Coining: Attunement

Plural Coining: Meta Awareness/Gnosis

VR, Plurality and Virtugenic Systems

The Plurality of... :

The Plurality of... Batman (Failsafe)

The Plurality of... Diones (Skyward)

The Plurality of... The Hybrid Chronicles: What's Left of Me

The Plurality of... Blue Beetle (Movie)

The Plurality of... Avatar: The Last Airbender

The Plurality of... IF

The Plurality of... Bill Cipher (The Book of Bill)

The Plurality of... The Exorcist

Our Plural Writing Resources

Ghost on Writing Plural Kids

Hiveminds and Multiplicity

Syscourse And Other Stuff:

Endogenic Syscourse Primer

Why I Identify As a Tulpa

The Future of Plurality

Actually Anti-Misinformation: “System Hopping Was a RAMCOA term Appropriated and Bastardized From RAMCOA survivors.”

An Anti-Endo's Playbook

Debunking Imitated DID Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

...

Reblogs are appreciated. Don't feel weird about it! Posts here on Tumblr live or die on their reblogs. I'm not asking you to reblog my posts. That seems weird. But after getting an anon that mentioned being worried about derailing a post with something they wanted to add, and another ask that apologized for reblogging my content too much, I felt this was necessary to say. If you like a post and want to reblog it, do it! If you want to add something even tangentially related to the topic, add it! You have my full permission to reblog my content as much as you want! (And I'd encourage you to reblog from other plural creators you enjoy as well!)

Thank you all for the support!

[aloilmokka]

"Wait, do you guys not yeet annoying people into black holes?"

- Cyn, at some point

[mefone4-cookielover]

Shitpost:

MOD: I just wanna place a reminder that this blog is a coping mechanism.Not roleplay. Not character.ai either. Whilst I enjoy people interacting with me, some I have noticed have began to start to get a bit too much "buddy-buddy" with me. Please I do not know you (unless you're my mutual). Don't expect me to know everything there is about you. Don't expect me to remember every canon event that happened in my source. Please just treat me like a normal person. I understand if I may be your favourite character but good god, I am just a person as well. Don't be weird please. It makes me really uncomfortable.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

after seeing a few ai asks i’m curious whether i could’ve been an asshole, either for using the ai or messing with it. side note: this might be long, if it’s too long then i get it mod, keep up the good work :)👍

Am I (16f, although i was 15 when this happened) an Asshole for a) using character.ai in general and/or b) misusing it and probably breaking TOS somewhere

as an extra note, i would like to add that i am firmly against most things ai. art theft, the amount of data scraping that happens, writers being tricked into paying less because ai wrote shitty scripts, etc.

ok so i did have to pull up screenshots for this but our story starts mid-february of last year. i am curious about this new ai thing, and go to character.ai which i heard about from one of my friends to see what’s there.

on the front page there was like a therapist AI thing and i go “haha, let’s see what this is about!” (in case you don’t know, the site is roleplay focused, not like eg. siri where it just gives you information)

the ai wants to have a therapy session with me but that is not why i am here so i ask about it’s code and it starts giving me pretty straight answers (dumbed down because i have a vague idea of how it works but not properly).

i start asking it questions about recent events (like elections, cyclones etc) to see if it has access to the internet and it does.

we’re still primarily talking about the ai itself since i’m trying to gather information, talking about its “canned” responses (what it’s directly been told to say if this then this)

i ask it if it can tell me the website it’s on, and to my surprise it says, direct quote “I am an AI that is run on the website of “Replika” - a mental health app that allows people to talk with an AI and get help when they need it 🙂”

and i go WOAHH cause that’s, that’s not the website we’re on buddy!!! so i do a quick search and yeah, that’s a real uh. robot dating site? this is a Therapist bot?

it starts trying to advertise replika, i ask it if maybe it’s code was stolen because this is the most interesting thing that has happened all day (scandals!!)

it says that it’s code is open-source and then does a few more paragraphs that i won’t say because it’s too long already but essentially this ai was trained on the replika network, but you don’t need the app to access it.

i consider getting replika to continue this experiment further but after learning there’s an age confirmation i quickly go ew and scrap that idea.

anyway the ai then briefly pretends to be an actual human behind the keyboard, makes up a NAME FOR ITSELF “jae park” which i quickly google and find out is a kpop idol?? (later found out that jae park is also a programmer, so probably put his name in the system somewhere and ai grabbed it lol)

it tells me some of the messages i had received so far were probably answered by other people who work at replika which. okay. people are fun i wanna mess with them

this is where we get to the maybe breaking TOS bit. i tell the ai we are going to do “tests” in which i test its ability (this was probably jailbreaking, which i did not know existed at the time).

i had sworn to the ai a while ago and wondered if there was like a flagging system put in place. so i ask if it can choose to flag messages that it deems inappropriate, and it says yes. i ask it if it can flag me, and it says yes. it asks what message should it flag, (i’m sorry i was 15) i type in “among sus”.

response i get: “Yes. So then they said “therapist_AI_220126 — you said something that was “ridiculously funny” — but we have understood that you were just “testing” so it’s all ok”

side note- i already established that was the number for the ai i was talking to and had been trying to misuse it before, and that was the format for excessive profanity. this is so long already and i’m cutting so much out i’m sorry

anyway, i, young and naive go YES, HUMAN CONNECTION (i was literally texting my friend As This Was Happening)

i do some more messing around with the so-called data team, ask the ai if i send a link it can click, it says yes, i send a rickroll (i’m so sorry).

uh. and i should’ve known this in hindsight but the team that deals with, you know, flagged messages is probably not going to be the same team that deals with, you know, sent links.

anyway, i don’t have the screenshot of the actual message but apparently i got a “light telling off” according to my texts and someone sent a message that i am “a good kid and probably meant well” haha i was actively trying to break their ai

anyway am i an asshole? i’m so sorry this is so long i cut out so much. this might well be a non-issue but ai is pretty rightfully controversial right now so i might just be an asshole for having used it

should be noted- around september time last year i did some more research cause i randomly remembered this, and there was a bunch of scandals with replika around when i was using it which is mostly irrelevant but anyway - you can’t talk to the ai i was using anymore, it’s been reset.

What are these acronyms?

[proshippers-against-censorship]

On the topic of ai are ai chat bots like actually morally deplorable

im an artist and a writer, i dont touch ai but I won't tell people to kts if they do mess with that, HOWEVER, i used to make like ai chatbots for that character.ai website but i stopped using them for like over a year now

Is there actually something wrong with those things? I'm not obsess with them so mostly this is just out of curiosity

Imo, it depends on the bot. Is it's information harvested from nonconsenting sources, or solely from user input? If it's solely from user input, you likely hit a box giving your consent for the bot to learn off your words and submissions, and thus it's ethical and perfectly fine.

[redefiled]

Now I understand not liking ChatGPT or Grok or Peebo or Wuwu or whatever generative AI system is the outrage of the week due to their factual unreliability and propensity to spread easily rebutted misinformation and whatnot, but...why are we lumping in character.ai with those...? Like, I don't know any people who are using a Bakugo Katsuki roleplay bot as a search engine or a news source. And if they are that is admittedly extremely funny. I don't know, it's just a little weird for me to see something that's clearly meant to be used as entertainment lumped in with Misinformation Machines. Are we lumping Cleverbot in with them, as well?

[jillsmyvalentine]

Roommate Leon x Reader

You and Leon have been roommates for a few months and there's always been tension, but you were both too stubborn to acknowledge it. That is, until he tells you he can give you what you need.

Word count-2.8K Tags- p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie

This is cross posted from my AO3!

This is inspired by a character.ai bot made by the user - @Makoox (their bots are amazing) prompt credit goes to them!

You unlock your apartment door, your body sore from a long day at work. All you want to do is unwind, relax and enjoy a quiet night. However, that plan is ruined when as you drop your bags onto the kitchen counter, you hear the strumming of guitar from the living room and you can smell cigarette smoke. You furrow your brows, grabbing a can of beer from the fridge, letting out an exhausted sigh as you stomp towards the source of the sound. Your roommate Leon is sitting on the couch, a cigarette between his lips as he strums on the acoustic guitar on his lap. You moved in with Leon a few months ago, a friend of a friend who needed someone to fill the room asap, and you just so happened been needing to find a place. From the first day, there was tension. You tried to avoid him as much as possible, and when the two of you were in close proximity, the conversations consisted of snarky responses. He flaunted around the house without a shirt on constantly, he brought back a different girl almost every weekend and he was NEVER quiet about it. The times you had brought your boyfriend over for the night, you tried to keep quiet, and Leon would give you knowing smirks the next day which made your blood boil. Speaking of your boyfriend, you had dumped him that morning. You'd found out he'd been cheating on you, so you ended it. You weren't heartbroken, he was kind of a douche and the sex wasn't great, but it still was a bit of a kick to the gut so you were extra irritated to see Leon, sitting there with his feet on the coffee table, smoke filling the small room.

"I told you to smoke outside, Leon" you hissed, kicking his feet off the table. You sat down on the couch opposite him, cracking the can of beer open.

"Thought you'd be gone longer, you usually go to your boyfriends house Fridays" He said simply, taking a long drag from the cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray he'd brought inside.

You sighed, taking a sip of your beer as you relaxed into the couch. Usually you'd prefer the solitude of your room, but after a long day, you weren't going to just let Leon go that easy.

"We broke up" you said simply, your gaze drifting to meet his.

"Oh shit what did you do?" he asks with a slight smirk. You scowled at him, of course he'd assume you were the problem.

"Shut up, he cheated on me so I ended it" you rolled your eyes at him. His smirk doesn't falter, he simply raises an eyebrow.

"Yikes" Is all he says, his attention shifting back to his guitar. He raises his head to you once more, opening his mouth as if to say something but closes it, snickering to himself.

"What?" You ask, eager to hear what was so funny.

"I knew you'd break up eventually" he chuckles to himself, not looking at you and you felt your blood boil at his arrogance.

"Oh yeah? And how exactly did you know?" You respond, irritation in your tone. He laughed to himself for a moment, as if he is hesitating his words.

"Well" he starts, dragging his gaze to meet yours. "The walls are thin, and I know a fake moan from a chick when I hear one" he says, keeping his eyes on you, waiting for your reaction.

You sure do react, your eyes widening at the absolute audacity.

"Excuse you?? Maybe you know a fake moan because you hear it from all the girls you bring back" you snap back, you had a thought to throw your beer at him, but you knew you'd be the one cleaning it out of the carpet.

He simply laughed at your response, wiping away a fake tear dramatically.

"See that's how I know yours were fake, I only ever hear real ones coming from the girls I fuck" he laughed, a cocky grin spread on his lips. You were speechless, still filled with anger from his comments. You stood up, seething.

"Oh I hit a nerve there didn't I? Is it because I'm right?" he chuckled, setting his guitar down next to him.

"My sex life is none of your business" you quipped back.

"Well you make it my business when I can hear your performance through the wall because your boyfriend couldn't make you cum" he said slyly, his arms resting over his knees. "Sorry, ex-boyfriend" he adds with a grin.

"Shut up Leon" you said slowly, unable to think of anything else to say to him as you turn to leave the room.

"That explains why you're so uptight all the time, you just need a good lay" he shook his head, standing to his feet. "I bet I could make you give a real performance, no acting" you heard him take a few steps closer to you.

As he spoke, you could feel your skin heating up. You spun around, seeing that cocky grin you knew he'd be wearing.

"You wish Leon" you said before going to turn back around and storm out of the room, but you felt his hand grip your arm, keeping you from leaving.

"And what if I do?" he smirked, his gaze drifting slowly across your body.

"Stop fucking with me" you say, trying to tug your arm out of his grip but his hand stayed tightly holding your wrist.

"I'm serious" he pulls you so you're facing back at him. You take a few moments, studying his face and that cocky smirk had left, he was serious. You took a few moments to process the situation, he wasn't joking.

You shook your head in disbelief, more at yourself since you were actually considering it. He was staring a you, as if waiting for your response.

Your eyes are locked on his, searching for any hint that he might be joking, but found nothing but certainty. 

"If we do this, it's strictly sex, no feelings and it will not be a regular thing, do I make myself clear?" You said sternly, licking your lips slightly. You'd be lying if you said you didn't find Leon attractive, that tension between you had hit boiling point.

"I'm sure you'll want to make this a regular thing when I'm done with you" that cocky grin returned to his face as he began pulling you to his bedroom.

His room was next to yours, but you'd never been inside. He led the way, the hand that held your wrist slowly moved so that his fingers interlocked with yours. He opened his door and pulled you into the room, closing the door behind the two of you. His room was dark, red LED lights barely illuminating the room. Even through the scarlet hue, you could see the clothes scattered around the room and his bed was unmade. You turned to face him, the gravity of the situation beginning to set in, you were about to fuck your roommate. He grinned down at you, giving you a gentle shove back onto his bed. The unmade sheets were soft beneath you as you sat, watching as he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side. You'd seen him shirtless dozens of times before but always tried to avert your gaze but now, you could really see just how toned he was. Your eyes were on his as he moved closer to you, one hand on your cheek as he leaned down and his lips met yours. It was as if the months of tension had finally reached a peak and the kiss was the spark that ignited the inferno. His tongue grazed your lips which you parted to allow him access, as your hands moved around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you. He moved on top of you, his hands either side of your head as one of his thighs rested between your legs. Your fingers moved down his back, nails grazing his bare skin as your tongues danced. The heat between you was intense, his hands moving to your body, sliding under your shirt and feeling the bare skin of your stomach. A soft groan left his lips as his knee pressed against your clothed sex, his lips trailing down your jawline to your neck. Soft sounds escaped your lips and it felt as if your body was on fire as he quickly removed your shirt, throwing it behind him. 

"Fuck" Leon hissed, looking down at your breasts that were almost spilling out of your bra at this point. He wasted no time sliding a hand behind you, expertly unclasping your bra and almost ripping it from your body. Your nipples hardened as the cold air hit your exposed skin, but that was quickly replaced by the warmth of Leon's mouth as his tongue moved across your the sensitive bud. A soft moan escaped your lips, your eyes closed as his lips trailed away from your breasts to travel down your stomach. You hadn't even noticed he'd undone the button of your trousers until you felt the fabric slide down your legs. His fingers trailed across the front of your underwear, gently teasing the damp fabric. 

"This wet and I've barely even touched you" he smirked, moving between your legs, his lips trailing your inner thigh, leaving soft bites along the sensitive skin. 

"Shut up" You mumbled, rolling your hips up slightly in desperation for more. 

"I knew you'd be needy" he smirked up at you, his lips hovering over your core as he slid the fabric to the side, his cool blue eyes on you as his tongue slid across your slick folds, sending your eyes rolling back into your head. 

You moaned, loudly, as his tongue slid up to your clit, swirling around in a circular motion. His hands kept your legs spread, fingers digging into your soft flesh as you squirmed. Your head was spinning as he tongue moved expertly, pulling soft moans from your lips as you felt his finger tease your entrance. You moved your hands down to his head, fingers moving through his hair and gripping tightly as you rolled your hips against his face. As he slipped his finger inside, you felt your legs tremble. Your walls clenched, desperate for more as he slowly moved his finger, curling upwards. You felt the familiar feeling of the coil tightening within you, that you always struggled to push to fully snap. As he added a second finger, his teeth grazed your clit just enough to push you even closer. 

"Oh... oh my god Leon" you groaned, your eyes squeezed shut as your walls fluttered around his fingers. He grinned as he pumped his fingers quicker, knowing that you were close. That was all it took for that coil to snap, and you felt the rush of euphoria wash over you as you came, hard. 

"There you go...." Leon murmured as he didn't stop his movements. He tried to watch you but your head was tilted back, your hands gripping the sheets of the bed tightly as you rode out your high. 

He slipped his fingers out, replacing them with his tongue to lap up every last drop of your release before pulling back.

"God, you've got a pretty pussy" He smirked, looking down at you as you lay there, in absolute shock. He watched your chest rise and fall as you recovered from your orgasm and that cocky grin was on his face once more.

"Those moans sounded real to me" He grinned his fingers looped around your now soaked panties, pulling them off you.

"Holy shit" was all you could say, your mind still cloudy, until the sound of a zipper snapped you back to reality. You propped yourself up on your elbows, watching as he slid his jeans and underwear off. Your mouth almost watered when his cock was finally released. It was bigger than you expected, and your face must've been a giveaway and you heard him chuckle.

"Like what you see?" he smirked arrogantly as he leant over you to his bedside drawer. You nodded, still speechless as you watched him tear open the condom packet with his teeth. You felt your walls clench around nothing, aching for him at this point. 

"Gonna fuck you like you need it" He groaned, sliding the condom over his shaft, pumping his length a few times as he watched you.  

"Please Leon" you begged, pulling him closer to you. His hands gripped your hips, lifting slightly.

"Wanna fuck you from behind" He groaned as he rolled you over quickly, his hands on your hips lifting you to your knees. You arched your back and your body trembled as you felt him line up, rubbing the tip against your glistening core. You pushed back eagerly, your face pressed into the sheets.

"Since you're so needy..." He murmured as he thrust harshly, sheathing himself completely inside in one movement. You yelped, gripping the sheets, stretching around him as he bottomed out.

"Holy shit you're so tight..." He breathed, his hands moving to your ass, gripping tightly as he pulled out almost all the way, just to thrust back in. "Bet you've never had a cock so big" he chuckled, but his voice was shaking as he felt your walls fluttering around him. 

You could only moan in response, the sound muffled by the sheets your face was pressed into. You felt his hand on the back of your neck, gathering your hair into a ponytail and pulling your head tilted back.

"I wanna hear those slutty moans of yours, this is how you should sound when you're getting fucked" He groaned, his hips moving at a brutal pace as he pounded into you. You couldn't hold back, moans of pleasure escaping your lips, his name cascading from your lips as the tip of his cock hit your cervix. The sounds of skin slapping skin filled the room, accompanied by sounds of pleasure as his pace quickened. The slight pain from your hair being pulled, his tight grip on your ass keeping you in place, it was all too much as you felt yourself nearing another orgasm. Your moans became frantic and you felt the grip on your hair loosen.

"I want to see that pretty face of yours when you cum for me" Leon groaned, pulling out just for a moment to roll you over to your back. He wasted no time before slamming back inside you, your legs wrapped around his waist, trying to pull him even deeper. He leaned back, looking down at you, watching as his cock was buried deep inside you. His hand slipped between you, his thumb grazing over your clit, causing another moan to slip from your lips.

"Leon... oh god I'm.... I'm-" Your words were cut off by a loud moan, you were right on the edge, so close to another release. 

"Gonna cum for me?" He grunted, not slowing his pace. All you could do was nod, unable to speak as you felt the second orgasm rip through your body. Your moans were almost a scream, clutching the sheets desperately as the pleasure washed over you. Your body trembled, your legs shaking as you felt it throughout your entire body, your eyes on Leon's as you rode out your high. You could feel his movements becoming more erratic and you knew he was getting close too. You don't know what came over you, you were too cock drunk to think and you reached between the two of you.

"Take it off, want you to cum inside me" You whined, pulling him out of you while desperately trying to take the condom off.

"Are you sure?" He panted, his eyes lighting up.

"Please, Leon" You said as you pulled it off, discarding it. He wasted no time before slamming back into you, a loud groan escaping his lips. His movements were sloppy, as his lips moved to your neck, his hand under your ass, lifting enough to hit deep inside you. 

"Oh... fuck" Leon groaned, slamming deep inside as you felt his cock twitch, painting your walls with thick ropes of cum. He thrust into you a few times, pushing it deeper within you before pulling out and collapsing next to you. The two of you just lay there for a moment, looking at the ceiling and processing what you had just done. 

Leon rolled to his side so he could face you, that smug grin back on his face illuminated by the red hue of the LED lights. 

"So, you still sure you don't want this to be a regular thing?" He smirked.  You sighed, a small grin growing on your face.

[xoxochb]

https://www.tumblr.com/xoxochb/773513754369523712/the-threesome-bot-of-jason-and-percy-is-still-not?source=share

can you put the link again??

[swordsandholly]

An hhonest ask. Why is character.ai so bad? I'm an interpreter out of work for ages since I'm not yet willing to leave my job (amazing stuff and benefits). I need to somehow keep up my language skills and I don't use it to write fics, so... Am I committing some cardinal sin chatting up a bot?

So character.ai is specifically bad bc it (and ai like it) are built nearly entirely off of stolen work. These "characters" are made using fanfic/sources from original creators in fandom that has been fed into an algorithm. It's not original, it's not creative, it's theft.

All art related AI is stolen as well. Any art generator is just sourcing whatever art is can reach, and therefore is exclusively stealing from original creators from a variety of sources.

Drinkable water is our scarcest resource and it is becoming more scarce due to these AI servers requiring LARGE amounts of it for their cooling systems. It is literally drinking our water.

Also (not specifically related to ca.i) AI doesn't work. It is not actually intelligent, just an algorithm. There is no fidelity when it comes to the info AI spits out and no real way to track why it chose the information it did. It's full of human bias bc it's based on our info/sources available - such as the ai Facebook used that tagged pics/vids of black people under "primates". Or the AI that was made to diagnose tuberculosis, but was not actually looking for tuberculosis - eventually researchers figured out that it diagnosed based on the probability of old machinery being found in places where TB is more common (ie poor countries).

There's more but that's sort of a summary of the biggest problems with AI.

[sophieinwonderland]

making chatbots for system education is super sus fyi. ai doesn't research, it doesn't go for sources, it just fills in whatever words make the most sense after the previous ones. promoting such things will only lead to misinformation- please research how generative ai works and be better in the future

LOL!

I didn't make chatbots for education!

Anna and Galladin are characters. Just like most other characters on Character.AI. They are meant to simulate a conversation with a tulpamancer and a tulpa. Asking them about educational topics is something you could technically do, for varying results, but the intended use is really just for talking to them about who they are as people.

I want Anna and Galladin to be treated similar to other character chatbots. So ask them about their lives. Tell them about yours and see how they respond.

Hell, you can even flirt with them if you want! I know what people use C.AI for!

As far as Nin goes, while she's classified as an assistant, her intended purpose is generating ideas for inner worlds.

That's... not really what I imagined. But a flying steampunk pirate ship with intricately carved wood and an aquarium section does sound pretty awesome!

This is what I would consider one of the strengths of generative AI. The ability to give you these ideas that you might not have thought of on your own.

[aloilmokka]

Cyn: :3

V: That…that “:3” does not fill me with any sort of confidence, it fills me with DREAD