I just met someone who said they use PolyBuzz, a Character.ai thing, as a coping mechanism. sigh I’m so done with AI. And if I see those RayBand Meta glasses in real life, I will steal and then break them. Istg
I think one of my biggest flexes in life rn is having a boyfriend who is 6’2 and can easily lift my weight and throw me around. For context, I’m 5ft tall and on the lighter side.
In addition, I’m recovering from an eating disorder and my boyfriend said that he still be able to pick me up and throw me around even after I gain weight.
Oh, and he’s a feminist, bisexual, and plays like 4 different instruments. I’ve truly lucked out.
Currently creating two F1 OCs and they are both women. And they are both gay. And dating. But they have to date secretly because F1 has races in countries where being LGBTQIA+ could get them punished. Anyways, they desperately need to have at least a few allies in F1 who know that they are gay. So ofc, Lewis Hamilton knows. Anyways, an OC texts Lewis like 2 months before Holloween "Do you think that dressing up as Carmella and Laura from Carmella the Vampire would be too obvious???" For context Carmella the Vampire is a famous vampire story that is older from Dracula and its queer. uhhh yea. Let me know if you want more
Nik: “Repeat: suka.”
Y/n: “Sooka?”
Nik: “Good. Means bitch.”
Ghost: “STOP TEACHING HER THAT.”
Y/n: “My vocabulary expands and so does my power.”
Price: “At what cost?”
I am so tired of short-attention-span, trim-the-fat culture.
All writing advice these days is for how to write like Chuck Palahniuk. "Cut 'think', cut 'feel', cut 'wonder' - only action, only pushing forward, show and move and move and move." What if I could emulate this style, and still don't want to? What if I want to write like Henry James, with three paragraphs of introspective musings between each dialogue line?
The music advice is, "make it shortform, make it Tik-Tok compatible, make it punchy, hit the refrain as soon as possible." What if I want that 10-minute prog rock piece? What if I want that symphony? What if I want it slow and luxurious and lazy?
Movies. Series. Poetry. Bodies. Everything is "trimmed trimmed trimmed trimmed, stripped bare, you have three seconds to win me over, make it airport chic." I don't want to win you over, then, I guess.
I want the fat left it.
I want the pleasure and the indolence and the indulgence.
Fuck this art-advice that's always "your art needs Ozempic."
John "Soap" MacTavish
Soap's Doberman, Rambo, is a sleek, muscular beast who obeys military hand signals and stares down armored vehicles.
So when you waltz in holding a squealing pink piglet in a tutu named "Princess Pickle," he nearly drops his drink.
"What is that?"
"She was cold," you say, wrapping the pig in a baby blanket.
Rambo sniffs once, turns away like he's been insulted.
Soap watches as the piglet pees on his tactical boot.
By nightfall, Princess Pickle is sleeping on his chest while he scrolls through Etsy, muttering," Maybe a matching tiara."
You catch him whispering, "C'mon, bite Daddy's enemies."
Simon "Ghost" Riley
Ghost has a Belgian Malinois named Reaper. Jet-black, scarred, and trained to rip throats on command.
So when you arrive with a duckling in a sock named " Chirpy," he goes still.
Is it a decoy?"
"No. She's mine."
Reaper snorts.
The duck waddles under Ghost's skull mask and chirps. He stiffens.
Chirps again.
By morning, Reaper's leash has a second loop. Ghost mutters something about "unit cohesion."
When you find him sewing a tiny tactical vest for Chirpy, he denies it.
"I'm not soft," he growls. The duck sneezes.
Ghost sneezes too.
You don't say a word.
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Gaz's cat, Bullet, is silent, regal, and has never been touched by a single spec of dirt.
When you show up with a scruffy, lopsided
opossum missing a chunk of ear named "Shiv," Gaz stares.
"Where did you find this thing?"
Under a dumpster."
"Of course you did."
Bullet arches her back like she's witnessing a crime.
Shiv hisses at nothing.
You beam.
Days later, Gaz is hand-feeding Shiv grapes and referring to him as "the little war criminal"
He tries to hide it when he builds a cardboard fort labeled "Shiv's Killzone."
You smirk.
He's in so deep.
John Price
Price's British Shorthair, Churchill, is older than sin and judges all from his velvet pillow throne. You stroll in with a drooling bulldog puppy with one ear and two brain cells.
"Meet Jellybean."
Price's cigar nearly drops.
Churchill emits a sound that can only be described as aristocratic disdain.
Jellybean barfs.
You grin.
By nightfall, Churchill is still refusing to acknowledge Jellybean's existence while Price is sternly lecturing the puppy about protocol. The next morning, you catch him cradling Jellybean like a baby.
"I'm not attached," he growls, while Jellybean sucks on his sleeve.
Gary "Roach" Sanderson
Roach's ferret, Turbo, is chaotic, violent, and thinks all wires are chew toys.
You bring home a white Angora rabbit named Mooncake, wearing a flower crown.
Roach blinks in horror as Turbo starts vibrating with rage.
You coo at Mooncake, who is completely unbothered.
Turbo attacks a houseplant.
You blink. "Sibling rivalry."
Roach builds a bunk bed in a shoebox.
Mooncake gets the top.
Turbo sulks.
Eventually, he's sewing matching sweaters for them and signs "family" while proudly holding them both
You catch him whispering bedtime stories to them. You never let him forget it.
Nikolai
Nikolai's hawk, Sokol, is deadly grace with wings a sleek predator that hunts on command and Lands on his shoulder like a ghost.
So when you show up with a squeaky orange goldfish in a plastic bowl named "Beans," he
stares like you've brought home cursed magic. It's smiling," he murmurs.
"It's Beans," you insist.
Sokol glares at the bowl
Beans blubs.
By the end of the week, Nikolai is gently pouring filtered spring water into the tank while humming a Russian lullaby.
You catch him once, whispering, "Fly, little warrior," as Beans swims in circles.
He doesn't know how fish work.
But he's in love.
Alejandro Vargas
Alejandro's German Shepherd, Diablo, is every inch a trained soldier.
Stoic Fearless. Loyal
Then you arrive with a rescue kitten in a sweater that says "Meowdy."
Alejandro blinks.
"This... is your choice?"
"Her name's Tamalito."
Diablo growls.
Tamalito sneezes glitter.
Alejandro scoffs-but three hours later, she's in his lap during a strategy meeting, batting at his rank pins.
He pretends he hates it.
You find him designing a mini tactical vest embroidered with Comandante Tamalito.
When she rides Diablo like a battle steed, Alejandro just says, "She's fearless. Like her owner."
You melt on the spot.
Rodolfo “Rudy" Parra
Rudy's parrot, Azul, is an ex-cartel messenger bird trained to curse in four languages.
You bring home a trembling baby hedgehog named "Peach," wrapped in a sock.
Azul screeches.
Peach sneezes.
Rudy watches in horrified silence.
"She's soft," you whisper.
"She's defenseless."
Peach sneezes again.
By the end of the week, Rudy's hand-feeding her diced fruit with tweezers.
He builds her a custom enclosure that looks like a jungle resort.
Azul is furious.
You catch him whispering, "Mi hija preciosa," while Peach snuggles in his palm.
Azul throws a seed bowl
You're too busy melting to stop it.
Valeria Garza
Valeria's snakes are long, silent, and named after infamous assassins.
So when you burst in with a trembling Pomeranian in a tutu called "Glitterbomb," she almost shoots you.
"Absolutely not."
You place Glitterbomb on the marble floor.
The snakes immediately slither away.
Valeria points. "That? Is a squeaky chew toy with anxiety."
But later that night, you find her cradling Glitterbomb like an infant, scrolling through rhinestone collars on her phone.
"She deserves options," she says.
Glitterbomb yips.
Valeria coos.
The snakes move out of the bedroom.
Valeria orders them their own terrarium-witha
Sign: No Divas Allowed."
Keegan Russ
Keegan's military dog, Ranger, is a PTSD service animal with steel nerves and sharper instincts.
So when you bring home a blind, one-legged cockatoo named "Mr. Sprinkles," he thinks you're joking. You're not.
Keegan stares as Sprinkles falls off his perch and lands on Ranger.
Ranger sighs.
Mr.Sprinkles squawks.
Somehow, it works.
Days later, Keegan builds a sidecar for Sprinkles on
Ranger's harness.
"You made them roommates," you whisper.
Keegan shrugs.
"Sprinkles needs a buddy."
You hear him softly mutter, "C'mon, champ, show 'em that one-foot hop," during training drills.
Sprinkles salutes with his wing.
Keegan salutes back.
König
König's cat, Sturm, is a silent black beast that's never meowed once.
It appears in corners like a shadow. It stares into your soul.
Then you bring home a round chinchilla named" Gnocchi" who squeaks like a rubber duck. König jumps when it chirps.
"Did it just... scream?"
"It's excited."
Sturm vanishes.
Gnocchi climbs onto König's lap and falls asleep.
He doesn't move for four hours.
Later, you find him knitting a Gnocchi-sized sleeping sack.
"She's... very warm," he mutters.
He keeps her in a hoodie pocket on walks. Stürm disapproves.
König just whispers, "Don't tell her."
Nikto
Nikto's Doberman, Molot, is trained in six languages and hasn't barked since 2014. You, meanwhile, come home holding a shrill teacup Chihuahua named "Glizzy" Dressed in pink. With rhinestone sunglasses. He freezes.
"You kidnapped a fashion gremlin?"
You grin. "She chose me."
Molot gives Glizzy a single sniff before turning his back like she's beneath him.
Glizzy barks at the wallpaper.
Nikto winces.
Three days later, he's reading Glizzy bedtime stories in Russian and French, referring to her as" the little commander."
You find him trying to teach her to heel using tiny beef jerky bits.
Mölot watches in betrayal
Nikto refuses to make eye contact.
Krueger
Krueger's pet is a jet-black tarantula named Echo. Silent. Poised. Nightmare fuel.
So when you set a pastel baby duck named "Muffin" on the kitchen counter, he blinks once behind his mask.
"...That's not food, is it?"
"She's a baby."
Muffin waddles onto his gloved hand.
Echo raises one leg, offended.
He doesn't react.
But two days later, you catch him adjusting Muffin's heat lamp.
Then cooing.
Then whispering in German.
You ask him what he's saying.
He stiffens. "Nothing important"
Echo sulks in her terrarium while Muffin learns to nap in Krueger's hoodie.
You pretend not to notice.
Philip Graves
Graves's Doberman, Hemi, has a tactical vest with his name embroidered on it and a better diet than most humans.
You bring home a ragged street cat named " Cornbread."
Graves gapes.
"That thing's got fleas and attitude."
Cornbread climbs onto his head and falls asleep.
Hemi growls.
Graves doesn't move.
"...Well, hell," he mutters.
You wake up two nights later to find him feeding Cornbread tuna from a crystal dish while Hemi pouts in the corner.
"I didn't choose this life," he mumbles.
But when Cornbread falls asleep on his chest, he whispers, "Daddy's here, darlin'. You're safe now."
Alex Keller
Alex's black lab, Rocket, is the kind of dog who can smell a lie from two rooms away.
You, meanwhile, bring home a miniature goat wearing a bell and a bowtie.
"His name's Marshmallow."
Alex blinks.
Marshmallow bleats once, climbs the couch, and eats a coaster.
Rocket is horrified.
But Alex is already half-laughing.
"You brought home a chaos engine."
"You love it."
He tries to deny it.
Fails.
You find him teaching Marshmallow how to climb stairs, feeding him blueberries, and calling him" little trooper."
Rocket sleeps with one eye open.
You sleep with Marshmallow snoring on your back.
Farah Karim
Farah's sleek tabby, Nura, is composed, dignified, and sensitive to dust
You rescue a one-eyed raccoon from a garbage pile and name her "Peaches."
Farah stares.
"She was eating a battery."
"She's misunderstood!"
Peaches licks your hand.
Nura hisses.
Farah tries to keep her distance-for about twelve hours.
Then you catch her gently brushing knots out of Peaches' fur while giving her an entire lecture on nutrition.
Peaches eats it up.
Literally.
By the end of the week, Farah's set up a scavenger play course for her and argues with Nura about "sharing the blanket."
You don't intervene.
Hadir Karim
Hadir keeps a majestic desert falcon that he once rescued from smugglers.
So when you walk in cradling a bald guinea pig in a tutu, he physically recoils.
"Why does it look like that?"
You whisper, "Her name is "Butterbean."" He gapes. "That is a naked rat"
Butterbean sneezes in his direction.
Three days later, he's crocheting tiny hats for her so she "doesn't catch a cold."
The falcon ignores her completely.
Hadir, however, has a thousand photos of her on his phone.
You catch him showing them off at the market. "She is... strange," he admits. "But she is ours."
Kate Laswell
Laswell's parrot, Admiral, is trained to answer questions and deliver short reports.
Then you walk in with a giant, droopy basset hound named "Tater Tot."
Admiral flies into a bookshelf.
Kate stares.
"He smells like Fritos."
"He's soft"
Tater Tot drools on her rug.
Three days later, she's buying custom orthopedic pillows for him and calling him "her squish." She tries to act annoyed when he sits on her feet during debriefs, but you catch her slipping him steak under the table.
Admiral begins cursing at him in fluent Russian. Kate merely says, "He's family now. Learn to share."
Vladimir Makarov
Makarov's sleek black cat, Vesper, is the embodiment
of power.
She watches you like prey and vanishes when strangers arrive.
You come home with a hyperactive sugar glider named "Waffles."
Makarov doesn't speak for a full minute.
Waffles launches from your head to his chest and squeaks.
Vesper hisses.
You giggle.
Waffles curls under his collar and falls asleep.
He remains frozen.
By the next week, Makarov has custom-fitted Waffles
with a harness and a glider pad.
"I'll train him," he mutters.
"Like a spy."
Vesper glares from the shadows. Makarov smirks.
Two sides of the same coin."
Feel free to use any of these, just tag me please. Characters: Price, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Nik
Price is the handler for Soap who is a dog hybrid and Reader who is a cat hybrid in heat. This one has probably been done before tho.
Nik mentors a young MC and they becomes his co-pilot. They develop a bond adjacent to friendship or father-kid. There are a lot of dynamics to explore. Plus I feel like Nik would be fun to banter with. This would have some nice plutonic fluff or parental fluff. The MC could meet Price, Soap, Ghost, and Gaz because they are going to be the co-pilot for their next mission. There’s smut potential with Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost. Smut with Price could be like the father’s best friend trope. Also this would have some super interesting dynamics. Especially if Nik is protective and is weary of people flirting with MC. In addition, Nik could be protective of his co-my pilot and weary of bringing her into an active war zone. There’s good potential for angst and exploring some angsty Nik lore. For example the co-pilot reminds Nik of his dead daughter or something. (This is based of rawme-price ‘s papochka series but with different dynamics)
Price and Nik decide to breed their Demihumans. Price’s Soap/Ghost/Gaz and Nik’s Reader. Breeding kink smut.
Reader/MC is a spy and is spying on 141 by infiltrating their base or becoming a member of their team.
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