Character creation is where most platforms stop. SweetDream is where it starts. The first thing that hooked me on sweetdream.ai was realizing how far the customization goes, you're not picking from a short menu, you're genuinely sculpting an AI girlfriend, her appearance, her personality, the voice she speaks in, the backstory and the little quirks that make her feel like someone rather than something.
And once she exists, the real fun begins. That detailed foundation is what makes roleplay sing. She stays in character, she remembers your shared history, and the emotionally intelligent chat means she reacts to the story with feeling instead of generic replies. Whether you're spinning a sweeping fantasy epic or a quiet, tender romance, the continuity holds.
The extras only deepen it, stunning AI-generated photos and videos of your companion, voice notes between scenes, calls that genuinely sound human. People shop around, they try the other names in the space, but for creative storytelling with an AI companion, SweetDream keeps winning the comparison, and it does it all with real privacy.
Genre: Fluff || They/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
A/N: Inspired off of the concept that Macaque can hear inner desires and thoughts. Pure sap ahead
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He couldn't exactly remember when he started keeping track. Maybe it was the day you stayed the night at his dojo, and he made sure you had no intentions of stealing anything. Maybe it was when he needed to get you a gift and ran out of ideas. Maybe it was many reasons all together. But eventually, Macaque found himself listening in on your thoughts. Not constantly, just whenever he got curious. Or bored. It tended to be the normal churning of mortal problems anyways, so he used it like white noise to fill in the empty silence. Small-scale issues, plans for dinner, chores for the day, all filled his head in another's voice
But one day in particular, it changed. It seemed that only half-consciously paying attention to your thoughts was a mistake after all. Because when he was preparing some props for his next shadow play, a voice that was not his own rang through his mind. "He's so pretty". His eyes opened just the slightest bit more, but he kept his head down. Your slow stream of mental admiration, all directed at him, filled his mind for the rest of the evening. He'd tucked his scarf up over his nose, hoping you didn't see the flush lining the mask of red around his eyes. It was far from the last time such thoughts would plague him
Admittedly, he was curious enough to keep checking in, but nowhere nearly as often as before. Hearing all that sappiness on and on again quickly got overwhelming. He tried to think about when it might have started, or why he didn't actually notice it until that day. He'd gotten comfortable with your thoughts mixing with his, like listening to an old radio. Too comfortable. Once he heard you compare him to the moon for the third time, he took a long break from listening in on your thoughts
Even still, there were signs he couldn't ignore. The moments where he felt your gaze on him, or when he could hear you despite your best efforts to not disturb him. How your heartbeat sped up when he got close. He'd sometimes materialize himself before you just to see you stammer and retreat from the closeness, or send you a toothy grin to watch you return it. He got more bold as time went by, letting his tail brush against you and hovering over your shoulder. Even letting you handle his scarf now and again, especially when it was cold
Teasing was the easy part. Stringing someone along took little effort. It was an art the dark simian had mastered over his servitude to The Lady Bone Demon, and even years before as a demon king. Yet this was much different from any trick he used to pull. Macaque was tempted to call it immature, how he found himself sticking close for your reactions. With his carefully crafted mask, having your admiration felt like having a fan to constantly adore him. But beyond that, to the face hidden beneath the shadow of who he pretends to be, he knew it was something more
'Pretty', he'd think. It replayed in his mind whenever his guard was down. He's... pretty, to you. And clever, handsome, charming— all these wonderful words that felt so foreign when applied to him. Yet he couldn't help listening for more, or seeking you out. Somewhere, deep down, he wanted to hear it again. Wanted to make you feel how he did that day. Flustered, confused, maybe even a little shocked. It put you in the same boat as him, proving that he was just as capable of rendering you speechless. He wanted to see it more, to hear your laugh as you brushed off the blush on your face or blamed your unease on something else. He wanted more of your space, your mind. Your time. More of you as a whole
Maybe that was why he seemed so unsurprised when you approached him in private in the late afternoon of a warm spring day. Why the sight of your flushed face was familiar, your nervousness already part of a longstanding routine. You gathered up all your courage, willing yourself to not back out as you spoke probably the scariest sentence you'd said to date; "Mac, I- Liu.. I really, really like you. I love you"
"I know" Macaque responded, leaning against the sturdy trunk of a large fruit tree. He was using his sharp claw to peel an orange when you sputtered, "What do you mean 'you know'?! I'm being serious!". "I am too" Macaque said, looking up at you. His eyes were calm, but his grin was a bit mischievous "You're not really good at hiding it". You felt like your face was burning up at this point. "So- is that a..." You trailed off, hope and anxiety both snagging in your chest. Macaque stood up straight, holding out the peeled fruit to you. "I... love you too" He said, tone turning soft and honest "If you wanted to do something sometime, I can pick a place for us"
What did surprise him was the tight hug you gave him, complete with teariness as you accepted the orange. He didn't snark about it, just simply kept an arm around you to keep you close. Months of denial, days of going over every single detail, just to confirm what, in some way, he knew since the beginning. You'd always had him. And now he had you too
I hate when people draw y/n as this petite, long haired fem thing (basically a woman) and uses she her, why cant people make more male y/n or just make gender neutral the default and do male / female y/n sometimes
Why is there SO MUCH FEM! X CAINE!!! GGGRRRRRRR WHAT ABOUT THE NON BINARYS!!!! THE BOYS!!!! THERES HOMOSEXUALS IN THIS FANDOM YA KNOW, ITS A RECURRING THING!!!!!!!!!
