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desolateddreamur · 5 months
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Not to me
Leslie x Reader
Gender neutral reader
Requested? No!
You sigh softly as you rest your head on your arms, staring across to the other side of the table where Leslie was. You were brought here as you were the editor to Jimmy's school newspaper and were told to try and get information from Leslie.
She smiled to you- gently, caringly, despite the situation. She knew damn well what she was and her goal but even as an ad- she was sentient; she had feelings. And right now her feelings were contentment and love.
You were the only one that didn't try to pull information out of her with significance. You pulled out what information you wanted to hear. Favorite color, favorite animal, favorite candy- and she liked it because it made her think. It stretched the limits of her programming. It made her more... Human.
"Hey Les." You chirp. "If you had to pick between apples and oranges, what would you pick?"
Leslie smiled and tilted her head. "I think I would pick oranges. I love oranges."
You nod, humming to yourself before perking up. "Oh, yeah! I brought something with me!"
She gave you a funny look as you pull a deck of cards from your pocket. You stand and grab your chair, pulling it to be on the longer side of the table. Leslie curiously does the same, the two metal folding chairs side-by-side. As you lay the cards out she began to unravel what your idea was. You wanted to play a game of solitaire together. It melted her heart a little to play such a game with you. Strategy and puzzle games were her favorites.
The two of you enjoyed your time, playing solitaire the rest of the day and laughing until one point Leslie placed her hand on top of yours and looked into your eyes.
"Y/n, I don't have much time to say any of this but I love you so much. You were the only person that didn't treat me as just an ad or thought with their dick. You treated me as a person. I want to run away together, just the two of us. We can start fresh in a different state! Or even a different country!"
You stare in disbelief... Were you hearing this right? Did she actually love you and want to run away together? She's already tricked Jimmy and Kyle, what if she was tricking you? It hurt to think about it as hard as you were. So, you answered from your heart with honesty. "Yes... Yeah, fuck this tiny little mountain town! It's nothing but chaos!"
Leslie smiled delightedly and nodded. "Great. When the footage comes back on just smile and nod." She instructs. Within a few moments you here a whir of the camera in the room and she spoke. "I see your point but we need to add another row. If we do that we're more likely to find the seven we need."
You smile and nod, catching on immediately. "Yeah, but we can get an extra move in if we stack the four onto the five."
Under the table, the two of you held hands- pale grasping s/c tightly like a lifeline. The only thing that mattered was that the two of you loved each other.
* Timeskip *
A ravenette ran through the spruce cabin, her yellow dress billowing slightly. She was rather tall and matured, her hair done up into a ponytail and a ring on her finger.
She tightly held the feather duster as she laughed and weaved through the furniture.
A mature Y/n was in quick pursuit, h/c locks now d/h/l and wearing a f/c flannel and jeans. They had a ring on their finger as they laughed and shouted.
"Leslie, get back here! How dare you wake me from my nap!"
"You were sleeping in, you would've ruined your sleep schedule!"
They tackle their wife down onto the sofa and the quilt laid across it, forcing Leslie to drop the feather duster. They both were breathing heavily from the running, smiles on their faces. You stare down into her eyes as she looks up into yours and instinctively you press a kiss to her lips. Leslie smiles wider than previously and leaned into the kiss with a sigh.
As you separate she spoke softly to you. "Thank you... After all these years, N/n. Even though I'm not human you've made me feel that way... You don't know just how much I love you.."
You nod and lay on top of her, head to her chest. There wasn't a heartbeat, just the sound of soft whirring. A sound you grew to adore and relax to. Eventually, you reply. "Les... You were always human to me. It doesn't matter that you're not; I love you for you."
How corny.... A runaway romance. It was just as grand as you imagined. But you wouldn't have it any other way.
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desolateddreamur · 5 months
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P3 of my bot rush we have the best pirate captain of all; Captain Wendy!
https://c.ai/c/DGX2_RNt_elT5XRbg1s_MmNXTA8866JgWVkT9GGOTUU
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desolateddreamur · 5 months
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P2 of my bot rush; Astronaut Butters!
https://c.ai/c/JIOnY-Xtio7KxJzE6BqMkJhCgSx3iBFcgeuuflQBEzw
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desolateddreamur · 5 months
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I bring forth several of the bots I have made! I apologize for not posting! I've recently started my freshman year and so I've been very focused on that.
But without further Ado, MY BABY!!!!
https://c.ai/c/W5XFRhXXb7Y7USP5kFVWfa2xB47hNVf2N89wFSqw9uo
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desolateddreamur · 5 months
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Hiii!! Can you do like a bestfriend!Kyle x shy!fem reader plssss!! I love your writing btw :)
Absolutely and thank you!!
I'm going to assume by best friend that it's platonic but I'm not sure so I'll make it borderline to be interpreted either way! ^^
Take a Breather
Bestfriend!Kyle x Shy!Reader
Fem reader!
Requested? Yes!
TW: Anxiety attack
You were walking around, Kyle by your side happily blabbering whilst you simply nodded along to what he was saying. A smile was plastered on your face and you had kept your attention on him and not the crowded environment. He had offered to take you to a gathering between some of the other kids to work on your communication skills.
It was supposed to be fun. Emphasis on supposed to. Right now you were having anything but. You got separated and... Well, you searched. You searched and searched and when you checked your watch, thirty minutes had passed.
You began frantically dashing in and out of stores, running circles on a search your brain was already calling hopeless.
One lap.
You swore you saw him, but it was just another ginger... Your mind begins to wander, your head begins to reel.
Is he looking for me too?
I hope he didn't ditch me on purpose...
Two laps.
There wasn't any clues and you couldn't build the nerve to ask for help.
Your heart rate picks up and your breath gets shallower.
Should I try that broadcast thingy?
What if he gets mad at me for asking for a mall broadcast to find him?
By the third lap you gave up and sat down on a bench. Your leg bounced, your hands interlock with themselves and twist around like the knots in your stomach. You could feel the racing of your heart and yet it didn't pound. It vibrates your ribs, shallows your breath to the meekest of wisps and leaves you in a senseless hole.
Whatever higher power you praised left you there in that thick, murky binding for however long it wanted. Your elbows, neck and knees felt paralyzed, and yet the rest of your body begged to move...
But you couldn't...
You just sat there mindlessly, a dead phone in your pocket and stuck swimming in tar, glued in place by your feelings.
* Perspective change! *
I take a hand through my curls, incessantly wandering. It's been two hours and I can't find N/n... I should've held her hand, I should've done something! I've tried texting, I've tried calling, I know that she kept so down low nobody remembers her name... But to lose her for this long. I should've done better!
I felt my phone buzz and hoped it was her, but... It wasn't, and my heart sank. It was just Stan. I take a deep breath, patience low, and unlock my phone to check the text.
Stan: Hey did you find Y/n yet?
Kyle: No luck. What do you want rn?
Stan: Well I was boutta say I found her. Far corner of the food court by Macy's.
She's not looking too well so I'll leave it to you.
Kyle?
Kyle don't leave me on read dude.
Kyle: Just meet me at the car.
I shove my phone back into my pocket and went sprinting. I flew down the escalator and weaved between bodies until I was in the open area of the food court. Breathing heavy, I desperately scan around for any sign of Y/n.
Stan was right.
There by the Macy's was Y/n. She was huddled on a bench, head hung low. I quickly move over and her head raises, along with her body. With a nervous laugh, she was in my arms and nearly spinning me. I laugh as well.
"Oh thank God, I near flipped my lid when I lost track of you." She exclaimed hushly as she released me. I took her hand and swung it between us as we walk out of the mall, cutting our plans short for her sake. Stan wouldn't mind.
I chuckle with her as she squints under the bright sun.
"Maybe next time, you pick where to go. We'll work at your pace..." I tell her as we clamber into the back of Stan's truck. She simply nodded and buckled in before slipping her head onto my shoulder.
"I think next time let's just stick with IHOP."
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desolateddreamur · 9 months
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I noticed no one had done him before so kneel before him now, it is our lord of darkness: Lord Clyde from Stick of Truth!
https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=JlMLQukKtLR94Myrjnm7t5NlzCMc7SF6EVhsvZcxM8A
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desolateddreamur · 10 months
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Jesus fuck this hits too hard with both drawing and writing wwwwhhhhyyyyyyyyyy
Reblog if this is relatable to you
You're just drawing and then the illustration doesn't look good and now you're just thinking "i can't do this" "why am i doing this?" "i should just give up." "i'm not even good'
anyone find it relatable??
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desolateddreamur · 10 months
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So I've decided to create a new pin to show off all the things I'll be posting in groupings to sort it as well as an introduction, so...
My name is DesolatedDreamur. Or, as most people call me: Pancake
She/her (but any and all pronouns work :P)
Omnisexual/poly (still figuring out which is more me)
Minor!!!
Austic little shit so my interests shift a lot. I will be focusing on South Park
I don't have enough rules in place for this to have a full post but I do character AI requests as long as it's South Park! ^^
Fics masterlist
Character AI masterlist
Fic request guidelines
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desolateddreamur · 10 months
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South Park AI masterlist
Gunslinger Kyle
Dark Lord Clyde
Alchemist Scott
Astronaut Butters
Captain Wendy
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desolateddreamur · 10 months
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Pew pew! I've decided to share my Character AI and start it off with Gunslinger Kyle from Phone Destroyers!
https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=81HUI0rxjMQJnOHFAP2oRRI1n0Gf10JeH8odclUk2V8
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desolateddreamur · 10 months
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I should probably make these before someone gets an nsfw request at me SO:
✨ Guidelines for requests! ✨
My current fandom is South Park so it's gotta be related to that. I can do it for the games too and not just the show (SoT, PD, FbW)
I can do multiple at once but I won't go over five to six. I get rushed and sloppy if I go over that.
While I am lenient on what themes in doing (I will dabble on the borderline because it's South Park) I do not do NSFW! I am a minor!!!! And we do not approve of that funky gunky shit here, no siree! I might laugh though
I am trying my best to understand your requests so if you don't specify gender then it'll automatically go to gender neutral!
I can do yandere or really any dere, I don't mind, but that will take a bit more time than other requests.
I am very random and spontaneous so expect to get this stuff all willy-nilly and never on time! Lmao
Guidelines will be updated further
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desolateddreamur · 10 months
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Can you please write fluff dating headcanons for Damien thorn?
I love your writing
Sure can and thank you so much! <333
Dating with Damien Headcanons
Fluff Edition!
Gender neutral reader!
Requested? Yes!
This boy is a huge cuddle bug. You get him started and he will do everything in his power to make sure you won't go until he wants you to.
Can use teleportation so Damien will not hesitate to warp you back into bed with him. Or teleport into your room if he wants to snuggle but he's not in. The same house.
Fr it's the middle of the night you hear a little whir and then there's just two glowing red eyes in the corner of your room.
It doesn't even phase you anymore.
Does literally anything you ask of him. Want some expensive trinket but not enough money? Damien's at your door with the excuse of he "Saw it and thought of you."
Hates admitting he did something for you since he's pretty prideful.
Gets all pouty when he does admit it.
He struggles to pick up on jokes and sarcasm so be careful what you say!
You joked about wanting a hellhound once and next thing you know Damien is on his phone texting his dad and asking about if you're sure you want one and what kind.
Damien is a cat when it comes to PDA. It's on his terms, not yours. But when he wants it he won't stop til he gets it.
He hates how much you and his dad (Satan) get along so well.
He introduced you two and suddenly every Thursday night you're at his dad's learning how to be a good spouse to a king of hell and which demon makes the best devilled eggs.
He's so easily jealous istg. Get this boy jealous and whatever he's jealous of bursts into flames.
It's so annoying because of how much he gets jealous but then you smother him in attention and even more things go up in flames.
Damien lights things on fire when he's flustered too, but with less control of what it is.
Deadass you have a whole closet full of fire extinguishers in your bedroom and at least three in every room of your house.
He loves it when you call him any pet name that's Prince or King related. <333
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desolateddreamur · 11 months
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A-Z fluff Headcanons with Butters!
General neutral reader!
Requested? No!
A = Attractive: what do they find attractive about you?
Literally everything.
B = Baby:do they want a family? why/why not?
Not really. Butters is really nervous that he'll end up being like his dad as a parent.
C = Cuddle:how do they cuddle?
He's a little spoon and loves to be picked up or curled up on your lap.
D = Dates:what are dates with them like?
They're cliche in a cute way! Stargazing on a hill, picnics, or a romantic walk in the forest!
E = Everything: you are their ____ (e.g my life, my world…)
You are his lifeline.
F = Feelings:when did they know they were falling in love?
Almost immediately!
G = Gentle:are they gentle? If so, how?
Very gentle, he's the sweetest and worries so much about you and your safety!
H = Hand: Hold how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?
He's shy about holding hands so he usually just links pinkies.
I = Impression: first impression/s
"W-Wow... Gee, they're so pretty... I need to say hi!"
J = Joker: are they into pulling pranks?
Not really. If he does he'll get grounded.
K = Kisses: how do they kiss?
He's way too shy to initiate a kiss on the lips so he'll kiss your cheeks and forehead.
L = Little things: what little things do they love/notice?
He loves how you constantly compliment him even when you don't realize the statement you used is one.
M = Memory: their favorite moment of you two?
The first time you kissed him (even though it was only on the cheek)
N = Nickel: do they spoil? do they buy you everything?
He can't do that, but he tries! Almost every time he goes to the store he comes back and gives you whatever he found that reminded him of you!
O = Orange: what color reminds them of you?
Yellow!
P = Petnames: what petnames do they use?
Dear, Love, Honey most of the time but he uses anything on the spot even if it's dorky.
Q = Questions: what are the questions they’re always asking?
"Do you like it?" "How did I get so lucky?"
R = Remember: their favorite memory of you
The first time you fell asleep together as a couple. He felt so ecstatic waking up to see your sleeping face!
S = Sad: how do they cheer themselves/you up
Cuddles and movies!
T = Talking: what do they love to talk about?
He loves when you listen to him rambling about his plans as Professor Chaos.
U = Universe: use a metaphor, what are you to them? (e.g he was the universe, ever-changing and mysterious)
You are his guiding light.
V = Very: ___ they’re thoughts about you (e.g she’s very smart, he’s very stubborn, they’re very annoying etc.)
Very adorable!
W = Why: reasons why they love you
You never make fun of him for his interests and don't take advantage of his kindness.
X = Xylophone: What’s their song?
Mirror Man by Jack Stauber.
Y = You: the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)
You're the Roxanne to his Megamind.
Z = Zebra:if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?
Hamsters and rats are his ideal pets! He loves hamsters since they're so cute and fluffy and he loves rats from just how genius they are! The perfect minions!
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desolateddreamur · 11 months
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Paper Trail
Kyle x Poet!Reader
Story: Being too shy to confess face to face, you decide to give Kyle a challenge to figure it out himself.
Gender neutral reader!
Requested? No!
TW: Cartman.
Note: P2 anyone?
He sighed loosely, sulking off to his locker. Valentine's day was coming up and everyone had someone to celebrate it with... But not Kyle. Not poor, sweet Kyle.
Three days til... He thought glumly, opening his locker. To his surprise, a piece of paper fluttered out. He grasped it quickly, desperately, even, to read it.
Hope you don't mind,
I want to be your valentine.
Each day brings a poem,
Each day gives a hint,
Find me out early and you might earn a kiss!
Three days' all you have,
Now here comes the hint!
You know who I am,
Just as much as I know you.
Maybe ask a friend or two,
Like someone in a hat that's red and blue.
Xx,
Your secret admirer
Kyle felt his heart soar abruptly, reading the note over and over. He slammed his locker shut and leaned his back to it, note pressed to his chest.
So the hint was with Stan, huh? He thought excitedly. This was it! He would get a Valentine! He dashed off to the lunch table his clique shared to talk about it.
Quickly grabbing lunch from the line, he slid into his seat and spoke quickly, "Stan! I got a Valentine's poem in my locker and it says you have a hint on who wrote it!"
Stan, who was sipping his milk, choked on it at the statement and shot milk out of his nose. Kenny instantly burst out laughing. When the coughing fit ended and the ravenette settled back down, he glared over.
"Yeah, I do. But next time wait til I'm not drinking something?!"
"I neeeed that hint, though! I have until Valentine's day to find out who it is!" Kyle brought up, shovelling a spoonful of corn into his mouth.
"Yeah, yeah, here you go..."
Stan scoffed and recited what he was told.
"We share our pottery class."
"Pottery class?" He remained puzzled, but kept it in mind for the rest of the day.
"Hah! Some fucking sissy in a pottery class likes Kahl!" Cartman wheezed, "Probably a dumb trick to make fun of him being a lonely jew!"
"Shut up, fatboy! At least I have a valentine!" He sneers back.
"AYE!"
So lunch came and went, the poem still on his mind day in and day out. In pottery class, he eyed around at every person there. He had to weed out just who exactly wrote that poem!
He knew it couldn't be anyone he didn't know, so a majority of the class was off the table. He couldn't recognize the handwriting either so it can't be any of the guys there.
The day ended and like in school, the romantic words written just for him were locked in his brain all afternoon and far into the night.
Morning of the next day came and he rushed to his locker for the next note. Sure enough, it was there!
Two days to go,
You should find your flow,
Like the way your curls dance in the wind.
Never in my life, would I give such advice,
To a boy that's as charming as you.
So get hint number two,
That's all I ask of you!
Find what you can,
Piece by piece, that's my plan.
Ike should know the next hint.
The kid has lots of wit.
Xx,
Your secret admirer
Kyle chewed at his lip and looked over a paper where he had written the names of his pottery classmates. Who does he know that knows Ike and shares a pottery class with him? He narrowed down more people by crossing our more names.
He groaned and set his head on his desk. The others looked at him sympathetically (except for Cartman, who started laughing his ass off.)
You give a slight smile to Kyle and his struggle, shaking your head and slipping out of the doorway unnoticed...
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The day came and the final poem was received...
The final day's come.
Hope you found my game fun.
I saw the frustration that was on your face...
But now it's time to show my shape.
Go to locker 3.2.5,
Place a note with my name inside.
At 4:23, head down Cherry Street,
Turn the corner and me you shall meet.
His breath shuddered as he slid the paper into the designated locker and left to start his school down, a determined smile on his face. He hoped he got it right... He spent so long trying to figure it out.
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You paced around the corner. It was 4:18 and he was nearly there, you presumed. You gripped the paper from the locker that has your name on it. He got it right... And that was about to be proven to him.
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Kyle took a deep breath. 4:22, and he rounded the corner.
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"H-Hi, Kyle..."
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desolateddreamur · 1 year
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It has come to my attention that I forgor to add tags. Please excuse my lack of brain cells.
Ignore the fact this is a reblog but with tags. I'm legitimately a god damn moron.
I might also extend the poll by doing it again. Who knows
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desolateddreamur · 1 year
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desolateddreamur · 1 year
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Friends, I need this in my life so fucking badly
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Son of a Bitch Tee by LowLevel
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