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The Top Things That Make SweetDream The Best AI Companion
I keep getting asked which AI companion site is actually worth it, so I'm just going to put my thoughts down once and link people here. Short version, after trying a bunch of them, SweetDream over at sweetdream.ai is the one I tell my friends about without hesitating.
Let me run through why. First, the personalization goes deep, you design your companion's appearance, voice, personality and history instead of settling for someone generic. Second, the conversations feel natural and warm and she remembers context, so it never resets back to that awkward stranger phase. Third, the photos and videos she generates are honestly some of the best I've seen, consistent and detailed.
And then there's the stuff that surprised me. Voice notes and real-time calls that sound like an actual human picked up the phone. Video calls and live cam sessions with select characters if you want that closeness. And the whole time, your conversations stay private and discreet, which mattered to me more than I expected. People compare it to candy.ai or ourdream.ai, and those have their fans, but for the full package the AI girlfriend I keep coming back to is on SweetDream.
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Hi, well this is my second question I think, but anyway I'm curious to know what things your characters (from Copper Ridge and the 50s) are afraid of or what things they simply hate, Again, I apologize if it's misspelled, and greetings once more saludos desde México!
hii!! ur spelling is fine, dw<3
rhett: she doesn’t like to not do something. she’s always moving around, working on something, tending to the animals… she gets restless otherwise.
joan: she doesn’t like the summer. she sweats a lot.
tess: she doesn’t like alcohol. it’s not something she drinks anymore after her parents’ incident, and she wouldn’t be able to have a partner who drinks.
frankie: not a fan of sheep. she thinks theyre too loud.
sam: she hates recklessness, especially within her bar.
lou: she has a huge fear of rats and always silently prays that one doesn’t show up when she’s on the job.
jo: being told what to do by other people. if her partner does it, she doesn’t care, but she really hates it when she’s doing something, and someone tells her to do the thing she’s already doing. it irks her.
𓂅 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : being married to a firefighter isn’t easy, the constant stress and worry that they won’t make it home is enough to drive anyone up the wall, today you find out exactly why that is ꣖ queue in the world’s most dreaded phone call ꣓
content warnings ✷ pairing : firefighter ! vi 𝔁 fem doctor wife ! reader ; minor angst ; fire related injuries ꣖ crush injuries ꣓ ; hospitals and mentions of surgery ; fluffy fluff ; 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 𝟏.𝟗𝟓𝟓 𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 ;
꣖ ⛑ ゛ 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 ‘𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥’ 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ‘𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥’, the one where captain vander— vi’s boss— calls your line, and asks, in the calmest voice that he could possibly muster in a situation like this: “am i speaking with violet’s wife?” knowing damn well that he is, only to proceed with the typical safety check bullshit questionnaire, the one where he asks if you’re alone or driving, a tell-tale sign that you’re about to receive bad news, bad news regarding the most important person in your life.
you tell him in a choked up voice that you’re not driving and that you’re not alone— being at work is not alone, right? you have plenty of people around you, it didn’t matter, because you didn’t have time to get caught up in the semantics of safety check protocol, not now, not when you needed to know what was wrong with your wife. you needed to know if vi was okay, you needed to know if she was alive, if she was breathing, if today would be the last time you ever got a call saying that she’s injured, or worse…
you can hear captain vander prepping his voice on the other side of the call, clearing his throat and breathing hard through his nose, the dual combination of sound told you that he, himself was getting caught up in his head, that remaining impartial and stoic and following proper procedure was almost as painful for him as it was for you. it’s never easy when a firefighter is down, it’s harder when it’s your favourite. “this is deputy chief vander from station 19.” he continues, following protocol to a t, maybe because it was the only thing he could do at the moment, but the waiver in his voice gave him away, and it ended up making you even more worried, whatever happened was serious, whatever happened was real, whatever happened wasn’t good. “i’m calling to inform you that violet was involved in an incident during a structure fire twenty minutes ago, she’s being transported to piltover general hospital, she’s unconscious but her breathing is stable, so are her vitals” he reassures. who? you don’t know, because it’s certainly not you.
you lean back against the closest wall of the hospital that you can find, your breathing shallow and your eyes stinging with unshed tears. twenty minutes, for some reason your brain is fixated on that one detail, twenty minutes where vi has been unconscious, twenty minutes where she has been in the back of a cold ambulance, alone, possibly fighting for her life.
you feel sick.
until— the unexpected happens, you hear commotion near the main entrance of the hospital, near the er— right, you are still working, and the sick and the dying don’t wait for your internal turmoil to be over, you signed up for this after all, but it was in moments like these where you wish that you hadn’t— wait did captain vander say that vi was being transported to piltover general?— you walk towards the scene in quick, rapid steps, only to be met with hot pink hair and pale skin laying flat on a gurney.
vi, your vi.
you feel your heart stop and everything resembling heat leaving your body when you see her, laying down like a patient because that was what she was— a patient, someone who’s hurt, someone who had the possibility of not walking out of the front door with her life intact, but she wasn’t just someone she was your someone, and that detail alone rendered your brain useless and unable to process the gravity of the situation, let alone anything else, because it couldn’t possibly be true, it couldn’t possibly comprehend that the person laying on the stretcher was vi, your vi, the same vi that called you in the middle of her shift to say that she misses you, the same vi who pouts if you don’t kiss her before leaving the house— now rendered, unresponsive, in a hospital bed.
it was unthinkable.
it was too much.
so much so that you let go of whatever professionalism was still coursing through your veins and immediately make your way to her, only to be pushed back— only personnel is allowed— you argue that you are personnel only to be shut down again, you couldn’t work on family, you knew that, but the rational side of your brain was currently shut off for the moment.
hours passed while vi was in surgery— crush injuries, they said— captain vander had come in to explain it to you, explain how the roof had given out from the building she was in and how she was stuck underneath, no vital organs were damaged, that should be a comfort. but it wasn’t because she wasn’t awake, she wasn’t speaking and she still wasn’t cleared for visitors.
when the nurse finally came out of her room and started walking in your direction your knees almost gave out under you, you’re sure that if you weren’t sitting down you would be on the floor right about now. you try to focus on what the nurse is currently saying to you, you really do. but it’s like you have earmuffs covering your ears and you’re only able to string together bits and pieces of her dialogue. “the surgery went well, we have violet stabilised in her room…” but you’re more interested in the next thing that comes out of her mouth. “she hasn’t woken up from surgery yet, but she has been cleared for visitors.”
you rush down the hall and immediately open the door of the antiseptic smelling-like room, getting in quickly and closing the door behind you only to be met with the pale, beat up image of your wife.
you feel tears start to well up in your eyes, again, you hated seeing her like this, so unresponsive, so fragile, so vulnerable. you pull out a plastic chair from the side of the room and sit next to the hospital bed, her hospital bed, grabbing her hand and stroking your fingers over the callouses of her otherwise soft skin, you pull her hand to your lips and press a feather light kiss against each of her knuckles.
“hey… cupcake don’t you think it’s a little bit unprofessional to be kissing your unconscious patients like that?” vi’s otherwise playful voice sounds out, startling you in the process— vi’s voice… she’s awake!— so much so that you let go of her hand, which causes her to let out a discontented grunt from her chapped lips.
you roll your eyes affectionately at her joke, only to stop yourself from crying further, deciding instead to debate her previous statement, just to fill in the silence. “i wasn’t kissing you, you asshole.” you rebuke. “and you’re not my patient.”
vi rolls her eyes right back at you, before hitting her chest in a mock offended way. “still counts.” she debates, moving to sit up, in order to be able to argue with you properly, only to plop back down on the stretcher, her body burning with pain. “ouch, I feel like i got run over by a firetruck.” she plays it off, laughing— painfully, but you know better.
“worse.” you remind her.
vi splutters. “yea, yea, sure feels like it.” she groans, moving her arm up to cover her eyes only to be met with more pain, from her harsh movements.
you can’t take it, seeing her being so careless, even now, while laying in a stretcher, bruised, burned and beaten. “what is wrong with you?” you snap, but your voice is wavering and your eyes are filled with unspilled tears, your head or your heart are working overtime due to the fact that she could’ve died but is now awake— utterly unable to process whether to be relieved at her unbelievable luck or angry at her unbearable stupidity.
“what do you mean, baby?” vi asks back, turning her head in your direction, her movements stiff, due to the heavy cocktail of pain relief medication and left over pain she’s currently on.
“you’re so stupid, you could have died, do you know that and then what?” you argue or rather cry out, your eyes stinging with tears that are threatening to come out and make their way down your cheeks. “i hate you.” a lie, and you had the waterworks to prove it.
vi only manages a smile at your outburst, loving and sweet, god she’s infuriating. “i love you too.” she rebukes, like she hadn’t heard a word of what you just said. “you know that?” she continues. “more than anything in this world.”
you don’t respond, you can’t, too fixated on her forehead, specially on the crease in between her eyebrows— a tell-tale sign that she’s downplaying the amount of pain that she’s currently on— in order to prevent yourself from crying— it isn’t working.
vi frowns, and grabs your hand, running her mouth over your knuckles the way you had done earlier to her unconscious form. “i’m. sorry. baby. it. won’t. happen. again.” she punctuates each word with a kiss on your skin.
“no you’re not, and yes it will.” you admonish, because of course it will, vi wasn’t the kind of person to run away from danger to save her own skin, it was what had attracted you to her in the first place, how selfless she was, how inclined she was to to the right thing, what you hadn’t taken into account was how hard it would be to be in a long term relationship with someone like that, the constant worry, the phone calls saying she’s been injured and is currently fighting for her life.
“come here.” vi commands, voice impossibly soft while patting the space next to her on the hospital bed.
you almost go to her, out of reflex more than anything else, before remembering the state that she’s currently in. “you’re hurt.” you point out, looking at her defiantly, but the look on your wife’s face tells you that it’s not coming across as you had anticipated.
“i’m fine.” she reassures, liar.
“you’re not.”
“cupcake.” vi says, in that strong, grave voice of hers, the one that leaves no room for argument. “come keep me company.” she says, again, her light coloured eyes trained on your figure, defiant as ever, even after surgery, she was still the most stubborn woman in all of zaun and possibly the world.
you move to the right side of the hospital bed, accessing her injuries and deciding that that was her safest side— or at least the side that was less damaged, and lay down next to her, careful not to put too much pressure on her tender skin, but once you do, once you feel her body against your own, it’s like all your defences shatter and your walls fall down, because she was here, she was okay. you swallow down hard but that doesn’t stop the tears from flowing down free from your eyes to your cheeks. “i was so scared.” you confess, your voice small and vulnerable before hiding your tear stained face in the crook of her neck.
vi smiles, sadly, she hates seeing you upset, especially over her, the corners of her mouth turning up almost imperceptibly while her calloused hands move on top of your head. “i know.” she reassures. “but you’re strong, okay? you are a superstar.”
that makes you laugh. “no, i’m not.” you argue— you don’t feel super right now— before returning your face to its rightful spot on vi’s marred skin.
“yes, you are.” vi debates, before pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head. “you’re my superstar, you know that?” she asks, her voice soft with just a touch of playfulness, now she was sounding more like herself.
“still hate you.” You huff out, clinging to her like she was about to disappear on you.
vi laughs, throwing her head back and everything. “and I still love you, superstar.” she says again, like it was the truest thing in the world, maybe it was. “more than anything, i wasn’t lying about that.” she speaks into your skin.
“i love you too.” you tell her verbally, for the first time today.
“i know.” vi whispers in your ear, her fingers still moving on top of your head, because she knew you did, of course you did, you don’t cry over people you hate being in a hospital bed, fighting for their life.
how about a smau of jo reacting to her femme gf constantly asking her for bicep/shoulder/muscle pics LOL kinda sneaky like the one of ash asking her gf lol (so silly). inspired by the many posts i see of femmes asking their butches for sweaty gym pics #jealous. in my head jo is super serious (?) so im curious to see how she is in these silly situations loll
here u go!!! she's a pretty serious gal in the beginning, but not once she's with a partner<3
゛synopsis ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ modern-day setting/au! mechanic x photographer trope. you and jo have been going strong for quite some time now. whats wrong with teasing her a bit? you ask her for a pic of her biceps. jo delivers, obviously.
Maybe teasing a butch like Jo had been a bad idea. It was rare to find something not only skimpy but also pretty in this ghost of a town, and you'd taken the liberty of purchasing a matching set of lace undergarments for her.
Most would think her to be the quiet type during sex. Jo was not.
"Look at ya," She croons, the deep timbre of her voice making chills run down your spine. Her lips press a kiss to the damp skin of your nape, and she brings your skin into her mouth to suckle. You stutter on a whimper, unsure if it's from the sensation of the kiss or the way her fingers curl in your warmth. "Not so chatty now, are ya, dollface?"
Your right hand grips her bicep tighter, lips parted in a choked gasp. You can't form words, really. It's your fourth orgasm of the night, the proof of which lies on the damp sheets underneath your body. Worst of all, Jo's kept your lingerie on throughout it all. She's only pulled your panties aside to reveal your sex.
"Jo, please—"
Her free hand trails down your torso. Jo knows her palms are big, her fingers thick. She knows you have a thing for it, and also for the fact that she's big herself. Strong. Her thumb presses down on your navel, right beneath your belly button. She starts slow, then slowly works the motion into a massage to match the rhythm of her other fingers. The two slowly pump back and forth, curling just enough for the pads of them to press against that spot only a few inches into your cunt.
Jo silences your whimpers by slotting her mouth over yours. She keeps working you up towards that edge, pressing her fingers in deep with her thumb on your puffy clit, as her other hand keeps pressing down against your navel. It doesn't take much for that hot knot deep within your belly to snap again, and you feel Jo's grin against your mouth as you clench around her fingers in tiny spasms.
it's me, daily question anon!! i don't know if you've played animal crossing, but if yes, which one would you say each oc (the usual gang of copper ridge, 50/90s, aurebridge) would be? And as a bonus question, which one would you be?? Have a good rest of the day!! <33
i havent, actually.. i bought it a few years ago, played it for one day, and never touched it ever again. it wasn’t my thing LMAO. so sorry ;;
Super random bc I'm curious about the coffee places they have down there in mexico, but where's your favorite place to get coffee if you do?
oh, i have many… i dont wanna say names because of privacy reasons LMAO but i always get either an iced americano or an iced latte. ive tried matcha from many different coffee shops where i live (we have too many, honestly) but i dont like it whatsoever… its not for me.
promise ill try to get something out soon guys, ive just had a busy week <3 ill work on putting out a smau of jo soon, with a short spicy snippet included. as well as the nsfw alphabets of jo, tess, and ash !! dont be afraid of asking stuff in my inbox, too. ill get to them all soon!!
Aree you excited for the uhh upcoming things of Arcane? The uhh.. i forgot what they're called and what they're gonna be named but are you going to watch their new stuff that's going to be set in other regions of league? Likee noxus, ionia, and demacia? And I think they're making something like thise for valorant too!! So that's something to look forward to if you plan on watching them!!
ooh, yeah ive heard of it!! id watch it, definitely. i was honestly very bummed with how the second season progressed and ended, especially on how they ruined some characters for me.
Does Marlowe's gang know about her sexuality? Do they know about reader and all that? Or does Marlowe just sneak off to see reader and such when she visits?
i mean, they know, but its not like they’re all open about it. marlowe sure isnt. she doesn’t care much for hiding it because she’s an outlaw, but she doesn’t speak about it. its rare for her to make a move until she knows for certain another lady likes ladies, too.
so this isn’t an ask but seeing you quit cai made me quit it too, and honestly i enjoy your writing on here so much💕💕i haven’t been on it for 8 days and i used to be unable to stay off of it, so im proud of myself
Hii! Love your work! <3 Can I have a few crumbs of Max please... And sorry if this is misspelled—I used a translator
Do you think she'd ever "move on" her late wife? Or would she always see Callie, if she ever had another partner, rather than the person themselves? And if you want to add any random facts about her, thanks for that too... I love her, she's my poor little cutie patootie and I don't see much about her 😭
your spelling's good, don't worry!!
and yes, she'd eventually move on from her wife, enough to open up her heart to another. she'd feel some guilt in the very beginning after catching feelings for reader, but she'd slowly learn to let go. not completely, obviously. she'd still visit her grave to lay flowers on, and all that, but she wouldn't ever not move on.
as for little facts about her...
she really likes rabbits. she'd like a pet, but has never found the time and energy for one, lol.
she has a huge fear of bugs. callie was always the one who killed them
For your copper ridge(including marlowe), aurebridge, 50s-90s ocs + Ximena, what would be considered the perfect date in their opinion? Doesn't just have to be reader, you could respond with something for rhett x joan or sam x the oc you made for her!!
hmm..
rhett: she probably likes to find an empty spot within her land, lay out blankets and pillows in the bed of her truck, snacks and beer, and you tucked against her side. she's the kind of woman who loves the noise of fauna late into the night; cicadas, crickets, and the rustle of wind against the trees.
joan: cooking in her house, or yours! she'd a good cook, and likes the peace and intimacy that comes with cooking at home.
tess: ahh, definietly loves taking you out to diners, and maybe even the local honky tonk for a good dance. she doesn't mind having to drive out to another town to take you on a proper date too much, really. the road trip is her favorite part.
marlowe: in her time setting (1890's), it'd probably be something chill within her campsite, or somewhere around it. there wouldn't be anything fancy, of course, but she'd make an effort. dates could also be within your home, and marlowe would take the liberty to make it more romantic.
maxine: she'd like a proper date after being alone for so long. getting into a nice blouse and jeans, and picking you up to take you to the only fancy restaurant within copper ridge.
ash: she'd probably like a home-date best. evie used to like to go to restaurants a lot, especially fancy ones. it's not that she doesn't like going to them, but only every now and then... she prefers to stay at home, get dirty by making pasta from scratch, and spending a more genuine and heart-felt time with her partner.
rayna: she'd ignored a lot (by me i fear) within the 50's-90's timeline, so im adding her here!!! she likes a picnic date best, especially in the forest where you two can do whatever without the fear of being caught. she'd get the snacks you like best, and you'd get hers.
ximena: hmm... definietly a takeout gal. she likes to cuddle up on the couch with something like chinese, watch a movie, and share the meal together. she's not so much for going out, really.
