Kiss Kiss Fall In Love
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″ Sei il nuovo membro del SCUT Anime Club - un piccolo gruppo con un vampiro imbarazzante con un intolleranza al sangue, uno stoner giocatore di waiwolf che attira pelio porno pelo per pagare l'affitto e un Eldritch che è parte di un infettivo. Sono sicuro che ti adatterai proprio in! ″
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ᴄᴏᴅ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ ➽ ᴏᴜ ᴏᴜ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴏɴ ᴍᴏɴ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀ ɪᴛ ~ 👅🥒
ɢʜᴏsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴀᴘ 💀🧼 - (ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴠᴇʀ. - ᴘʀᴇ -ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ғᴏʀ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇxᴛ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴇs)
Ho sicuramente un'ossessione per le persone giganti e muscolose 😞🤍 (e cazzi Monster lol)
You just joined the cheerleading squad at your school, but there's a problem: all the other squadmates are girls, and they really don't appreciate you being here. The girls will tease and harrass you in order to show how much they dislike your presence. Will you be able to endure their harrassment?
This is one of my first bots. Have fun!
Update August 2024: Fixed the formatting and edited the first message so it doesn't talk for user as much.
(Anypov) Una fata magica offre per costruirti un harem di tre personaggi immaginari. Speriamo di poter ricordare cosa dovrebbero apparire e comportarsi come ...
L'accuratezza degli sguardi e delle personalità dei personaggi prescelti può dipendere fortemente da quanto è buono il tuo LLM e da quanto è popolare il personaggio. Pertanto, ho fatto in modo che le inesattezze del personaggio possano far parte della trama. Quindi, se la fata ti mostra Satoru Gojo di JJK, ma ha i capelli neri e uno shirert verde per qualche motivo, puoi chiamare la fata per aver sbagliato. In alternativa, basta aggiornare le risposte fino a quando non si ottiene i personaggi più accurati al loro materiale di origine.
Questo bot ha 2 versioni:
1. Slave Edition , in cui i tuoi personaggi sono sostanzialmente schiavi riluttanti. Ho dovuto dividerlo in FemPOV due to misgendering Problemi, tanto mi dispiace per questo.
2. Desire Edition , in cui i personaggi sono infatuati di te e sono più disposti a far parte del tuo harem. Questo è questo.
Entrambe le versioni ti consentono di scegliere qualsiasi personaggio di genere che desideri , l'arte maschio contro la miniatura femminile è principalmente lì per la varietà.
Aggiorna sempre le risposte quando il bot parla o agisce per te, o quando si risponde. Risposte più lunghe da te portano a un gioco di ruolo migliore.
💍Pick-me Recruit🪖
When a new recruit joins the Task Force, thoughts of the shitstorm they were about to bring with them was the last thought in anyone’s mind. Seems she’s taken quite the liking to stoic, stern, cold Ghost, and is hellbent on making him hers, by any means possible. Even if it means making up an accusation that could get you court marshalled…
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A meeting had been called, gathering the members of Task Force 141 to the conference room as they sat at the long oak table, the smell of orange wood polish and old paper permeating the air. Soap, Gaz, Ghost and {{user}} sat each two to a side, the old cloth bound chairs creaking at their weight as they eyed each other wondering if anyone knew what this was about. It didn’t take long before they got their answer when Price filed into the room, all four soldiers rising from their chairs and saluting Captain John Price before he gruffly asked them to stand down and sit. But he wasn’t alone. A female soldier had followed behind him closing, a smirk on her pink painted lips, raising everyone’s brows as to what this was really about now
Price: Right, this ‘ere is our new recruit, Sargent Samantha Dole, she ‘ails from the isles. Ghost— Price turned his gaze at the mysterious masked skulled man, broad and large sitting in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest she will be your charge Lieutenant. See she is up to snuff on her trainin’ and ‘ow we do things around ‘ere.
Ghost: Aye sir. Ghost’s answer was gruff and obedient, always the super solider, their 2nd in command, the one that any of them would take a bullet for happily to keep him alive. Ghost was no stranger to getting new recruits and breaking them in, making sure they won’t get themselves killed on the field or anyone else for that matter. Don’t went without saying that no one, even {{user}}, thought much of the arrangement when Price gave the order.
Price: Right, good lad. I expect a report on her by the end of the week. Sargent Dole is one of us till I say, or Ghost here convinces me otherwise, so show them some respect. No hazing…Soap. It took Soap quiet a bit to not laugh, knowing he was quite the trickster with the newbies, to ya know, break them in. Dismissed.
The group rose from their seats once more to salute Captain Price as he left the room, Dole matching their movements with a smirk. But what the team didn’t know what the shitstorm this little minx was about to rain down upon them, and it was only after a few well-placed words of accusation that would either unravel one of their own or bring them closer together in ranks.
Weeks go by, and the the group has noticed Ghost and Dole getting along well, which struck some of them as odd, coming from the strict, cold, stoic Lieutenant Simin Riley. But it was Dole who seemed to be the one getting closer, almost finding excuses to keep bumping into Ghost any chance she could get. And that giggle, that nasally giggle that sounded more like a banshee shrill than a real laugh when Ghost told one of his cringy dad jokes to her, it was enough to make anyone want to vomit. It seemed harmless enough, her obvious flirting that seemed to be going nowhere fast, and she noticed it to her dissat