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A Reviewer's Take: Where SweetDream Beats the Competition
If you read enough roundups of AI companion apps, they all start to blur together. Candy.ai shows up, a couple of clones show up, and the verdict is usually some lukewarm draw. I wanted to be more precise than that, so I judged sweetdream.ai on the things that actually matter day to day rather than on marketing copy.
Realism is the first axis. SweetDream's chat reads as natural and emotionally aware, and it carries memory across conversations, which is exactly where most rivals quietly drop the ball. You feel the difference within a few exchanges, when your AI girlfriend references something you mentioned last week without being prompted.
The second axis is range. Beyond text, SweetDream gives you AI-generated photos and videos, human-sounding voice messages, real-time phone calls, plus video calls and live cam sessions with select characters. Wrap all of that in a strict privacy policy where your conversations stay yours, and the conclusion writes itself. On features and on polish, it is the standout AI companion platform right now.
YOU DON'T NEED TO BE A SKINNY WHITE TWINK TO BE ATTRACTIVE AS A TRANS GUY. BE FAT. BE CHUBBY. HAVE SCARS AND STRETCH MARKS AND SPOTS AND CYSTS AND DRY SKIN AND DANDRUFF AND ECZEMA. HAVE MOHAWKS AND LOCS AND AFROS AND CURLS AND PIN-STRAIGHT HAIR. BE A POC. GET DARKER IN THE SUMMER. WEAR FEMININE CLOTHES, WEAR MASCULINE CLOTHES, WEAR A MIX OF EVERYTHING. GET SURGERIES, DON'T GET SURGERIES, GET HORMONES, DON'T GET HORMONES, MEDICALLY TRANSITION OR CHOOSE NOT TO OR CHOOSE TO ONLY DO CERTAIN PARTS OF IT BUT NOT OTHERS. USE WHATEVER PRONOUNS YOU WANT. HE, SHE, THEY, XEY, ZIR, OTHER NEOPRONOUNS, WHO CARES! BE WHOEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT TO BE, HOWEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT TO DO SO, BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT TRANSITIONING IS SUPPOSED TO BE. DO NOT LET YOURSELF BE CONTAINED IN ANOTHER MOULD RIGHT AFTER YOU JUST BROKE OUT OF THE LAST ONE.
#And please STOP trying to contain your trans siblings
#we should never be enforcing imaginary rules on each other
#part of community is helping each other stand tall
Y'know? I miss the days when all I had to worry about was people liking my Creepypasta AU and not ICE coming into town and fucking killing me or my family.
I know I'm a small blog, I don't have many followers, but I know I have some audience, and cause I wanna vent, and I feel it is my responsibility to talk about this, I would like to make my stance clear:
If you support I.C.E. go fuck yourself.
Again, I know I'm a small creator, but I feel it's the responsibility, even the smallest of blogs, to talk about this. I don't care if you're left or right.
I would also like to direct this to any blog bigger than: Please talk about this and spread the word, Smile Dog style. This shit is scarier than anything that could ever come out of any horror fandom, but this is not a horror movie I wanna be a part of.
The Creepypasta fandom is flawed, but I would like us to not be shitty for this one time. Especially since I know a lot of people are Queer and POC in this fandom, so we really ought to keep each other informed and comfort each other, and realistically, that's all most of us small fries can do right now is spread the word and comfort each other.
Either way, to the few good people reading, I love y'all and stay safe, nihilism is the weapon of the richman, don't give never lose hope.
Here are some instructions in case ICE knocks at your door
Watch the skies, Trust in each other, stay creepy, but more importantly, stay safe.
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"Into the woods Hickory Evans" - section 1, pumpkin bread
pst, disclaimer!
this is an original creepypasta OC story, I'll start posting this whenever I get chapters/segments done!
i'm not the best writer so do bare with me 😔
hope you enjoy!
content warnings - parental arguments, conversations of affairs, op's shit writing skills, 1st person POV for those who don't like it
Current time, Autumn 2026 (wooooo future /j)
The old lights of the diner flickered against the pouring rain, sending an illuminated shadow over the side of my car as I set it in park in the dingy parking lot which was littered with faded parking paint and potholes. I stepped out onto the damp pavement, shutting the door of my ford 2010 explorer with a small slam to make sure it stayed shut. My eyes felt heavy with exhaustion, I can’t exactly remember how long it’s been since I had last had a proper night's rest, currently as we speak i’m running off of a two hour nap I took this morning. I tugged the hood of my jacket up so I would shield my head and face from the cool droplets of rain, the patter of water against fabric was irking, I'm not entirely sure why it just is.
Pushing the door of the diner open, the bell upon the door rang to alert employees of my arrival, even if it wasn’t that important. I’m just another face out of many voices. Most tables were occupied, multiple types of people in an old place like this somewhat refreshing to see that this place hasn’t died out. Families of four or three eating dinner, couples on dates to get to know each other or just a relaxing break from fancyness, even the solo at the bar getting food before a long drive. I approached the bar myself since the tall stools are always preferred in my opinion, they just made me feel tall and I liked it, not that I’d admit it outloud to anyone. The smell of diner food and fresh brewed coffee drifted to my nose as the waitress walked up to the counter to greet me and pass me a menu so I could decide what I wanted, making sure to direct my attention to the whiteboard that displayed the desserts they had available from of range to ice cream, apple pie, brownies and pumpkin bread, which seemed to be their best seller.
I don’t care much for pumpkin bread.
Current Time.. Autumn 2011
What a time to be alive, the wonderfully lush green leaves faded into beautiful colors of the season changing through a rich palette of vibrant oranges, yellows and reds that contrasted wonderfully with the beautiful light brown leaves that were like the top layer of a set of freshly cooled brownies. The sun hung low like the golden pendulum that swings slowly back and forth inside the class casing of an older grandfather clock, the vibrant rays of light flushing the sky with beauty as it slowly set upon the horizon.
The wind felt chilly as the fog misted up the paved streets running across the small roads of {REDACATED} Illinois. I swore I could see my own breath, it wasn’t anything new but it was still fun. Excitedly, I rushed over to my father as he got out of his car after freshly returning home from work after a morning shift at the hospital. He was so cool! Someday I wish to be just like him, I really want to be a doctor so I can help people.
The leaves crushed below my sneakers as I rushed across the lawn, wrapping my arms around my father. “Hey there sapling” his voice was kinda tired but he’s always tired, he’s a doctor after all! Momma always says that doctors get really tired after long long work times or whatever it was she said. Father always called me sapling because I love trees, they were all just so pretty! Especially in fall where they turn into pretty bright colors! “Hi papa!” I chirped happily as he shut the driver’s door of the car behind him, pressing the lock button on his keys that made it make a funky beep noise I always found funny.
“Momma made pumpkin bread!” I tugged on his sleeve as he pushed open the door to the house.
“Did she now?” a smile was brought upon his tired features as he slid off his dress shoes at the door and set them on the shoe rack we had by the door. I don’t get why our shoes need cabinets when we have the closet! It’s not that full!
I watched as my father hung up his coat and set his work purse (briefcase) on the dining table before walking over to my mother and pressing a kiss on her cheek, gross! I don’t wanna see that it’s so nasty!
“Our sapling says you made some pumpkin bread, Clair” his voice was calm as always. It was like watching the river in the local park smooth out after the chilly winds of fall slowed down to a still. The smell of pumpkin bread wafted in my direction which had me by the counter, practically drooling in anticipation for the delicious baked good my mother made.
“I did, it’s your favorite and you’ve had such a long day at work Calvin, I just figured I’d made something for you” her voice was light but something didn’t seem right, it’s kinda like when I play on the Ipad when i’m not supposed to and i’m trying to say it in a way without giving it away fully. My father didn’t seem to notice that so I ignored it as my mother cut the bread into portions. I didn’t even wait before snagging two pieces of bread from the table after she finished cutting up the delicious bread, it was like heaven baked into a fluffy delight. I loved pumpkin bread just as much as my father did, his eyes danced with amusement as he and mother both watched me shove a whole piece into my mouth.
“Evelyn honey, don’t eat it all at once I don’t want you to choke” my mother chided gently as a look of concern sketched upon her features. Her eyebrows furrowed together as her eyes trained on me as I looked up at her.
“I won't! Momma!" I spoke between big chews of pumpkin bread earning a disapproving but mildly amused huff of air from my mother as low laughter made its way out of my father’s throat. I swallowed the piece of bread thickly as my mother pushed over a warm cup of hot cocoa towards me, the smell of milk and chocolate making its way to my nose.eagerly i grasp the warm mug and took a gulp to brush away the pumpkin bread, coughing slightly as it burnt my throat in a pleasant way.
My father reached his handout and ruffled my hair a bit as his warm, tired eyes focused entirely on me like I was his everything, I know I'm only half of his everything, momma is his other half and I’m happy it’s that way. His hand moved away from the dark strands of my head before grabbing his own piece of bread.
“It’s getting close to bedtime honey, why don’t you go get in bed okay? I gotta talk to your father about something” my mother crouched down slightly, brushing a hand against my cheek to brush away some unkept hair strands that seemed to cling to my face like it was velcro. I didn’t really want to go to bed yet, it was only 7:40! But I had to because momma and papa had to talk about something important. I wanna know what is really bad, but I'll figure it out later. They always tell me! So, I gave my mother a small nod, finishing up my second piece of pumpkin bread and downing the rest of the hot chocolate before heading off to my room to put on my favorite green pajamas, kids at school keep saying green is a “boys’ color but I don’t think I gotta be a boy to like green,. My room wasn’t too big but I didn't need much. I just needed my favorite blanket and stuffed rabbit who is called “bitty”. I climbed into bed as I flicked on the small TV my parents let me have in my room so I could watch a few cartoons before bedtime.
Bitty was held against my chest as my eyes trained on the TV, flickering colors of the smurfs played. I think I'm a little big for this show but I still enjoyed watching it. It was kinda old though, like grandma. The little blue critters spoke on the screen, over the sound of the cheerful voices of old TV show shenanigans I could hear momma and papa’s voices, they were loud.. They’ve never been this loud before.. What if something was wrong? Are they okay?
Slowly I got up from the comfort of my bed, blanket around my shoulders and Bitty in my arms as I crept over to the door to push it open just enough to see outside. Papa looked upset, mad even.. I’ve never seen him mad before.. Momma on the other hand looked kinda guilty and sad, her eyes were watering as she stood in front of papa with her arms folded over her chest as my father wildly threw his arms up in the air.
“Are you fucking serious Clair?! You slept with another god damn man?!” papa sounded really mad, I don’t understand why thought what’s so wrong about having a sleepover with a boy? Isn’t it the same as having a sleepover with another girl? I shouldn’t ask for a sleepover with any of my boy friends then if papa gets this mad over one with my mother having a sleepover with a boy.
“I know, I know Calvin and it was a horrible thing for me to do. I can’t make any excuses for my actions, It’s fully justified why you’re upset. I am your wife and I have ruined your trust in me.” My mother said between sniffles as she shook her head. Momma looked pretty upset as well. She was crying even though it wasn't full of wailing like I did when I was a baby, she said I cried a lot about anything.
“Jesus.. Damn it Clair! It’s not that fucking simple you know that!”
“I know Calvin, be as mad as you want.. I’ll even sleep on the couch or get a hotel room for a bit if that’s what you wish.”
“Clair just!- fuck.. Clair..”
My father ran his hands over his tired face, fingers brushing through the dark strands of his own hair like they had been doing with mine not too long ago. It was scary seeing momma and papa fight.. I don’t like it at all, I wish it would just stop so they could be all happy again.
“I fucked up Calvin.. I’m a piece of shit of an excuse to call your wife”
“Clair.. I’ll just sleep on the couch, and we can talk about this in the morning alright?”
“You’re not mad..?”
“Of course I'm mad! I’m pissed! Disappointed even! But… you’re still my wife even if you did go behind my back like a skank, I still want to work things out with you.. But not tonight.”
Both of my parents were quiet for what seemed like hours, it was torture to listen to them fight but I was happy they weren’t yelling anymore. I watched as my mother nodded, my father pushing some hair behind her ear before walking over to the couch to sit down. My mother’s gaze lingered upon him for a little bit before her quiet footsteps quickly went off to the bedroom, the door shutting with a slow click. I shut my door quietly so my father wouldn’t notice I was awake, I climbed under the covers of my bed and pulled my blankets up high to cover me like a caterpillar in a cocoon. Hugging Bitty against my chest I whisper to the plush rabbit.
Kurt Cramer X Reader : Max MacCallister X Reader : Kurt Cramer X Reader X Max MacCallister
》 [Entry No.065 - Romance Between]|
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》 Summary: Scenarios with Kurt and Max. (Both seperate and together/poly)|
》 Warnings: Fluff with slight reverse comfort if you squint hard enough, possible OOC, canon divergence(not mentioned where exactly in the series this takes place, could be before or after or mid-series), swearing, you’re their first lover.|
》 Special Entry Mention/s : @rainbowshy123
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⟡ Kurt Cramer
➷ Scenario 1: New Relationship
Intertwining your hand with his, you watch as Kurt’s gaze flicker from your hand wrapped around his, then at you, and back at the hand.
He squeezed your hand just a little bit, as if testing the waters between the two of you.
Humming, “Hm, you know it’s alright, right? Whatever you want to do?” you assured him, your thumb rubbing against his metal hand.
Kurt huffed, turning his gaze away from bothyouand your hand. If Kurt could blush, it would be most visible right now.
“I… I know, just-”
“Not used to it?” you asked him, speaking the words he couldn’t properly say, to which, he nodded in response.
Slowly, you pulled on his hand, carefully holding it as if giving him moments to pull away if necessary. Then, you kissed his hand, feeling the metal on your lips.
You watched as Kurt’s eyes widen for a moment before a sigh came from him.
“I’m new to this, you know?” he muttered, but you heard him, and you just nodded, assuring him.
“And it’s alright if you are, we’ll just have to take things however you want it,” you said, the words echoing in Kurt’s mind.
However he wants it.
With that, slowly, Kurt placed his other hand against your cheek, watching as you don’t pull away from it, his eyes visibly soften.
“Everything is a first to anybody,” you said, a soft smile in your features.
Kurt could feel a spark in his chest, just everything about you is new to him, hell, he didn’t even think about pulling somebody before having you, yet here he is.
“... Then…” slowly, he spoke, his thumb rubbing against your cheek and cheekbone.
“M-may I ask for a kiss then?” he asked, hoping his cyborg jaw won’t be a hindrance.
But you wasted no time to press your lips against his as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his now unoccupied hand finding its way to press against your other cheek.
Pulling away, Kurt looked even more in love with you with how much his gaze softened and pupils incredibly dilated.
Smiling, you now mirrored what he’s doing as you placed both hands against the sides of his face.
“With things like that, you don’t have to ask, my love,” you said before pressing another kiss onto his lips.
➷ Scenario 2: Closer
“W-what are you-”
A kiss on the cheek, “You are wonderful,” you said.
“Hey-”
A kiss on the forehead, “
“What’s with the sudden-”
A kiss on the lips, “Thank you for everything, you mean the world to me, Kurt.”
He froze, full-on body stiff.
For a moment, you thought you went a little bit too much on him.
“Kurt? Was it too much…?” you slowly ask, but the way you asked it immediately brought Kurt back as he wrapped him arms around you.
“You’re never too much…” he said, head on your shoulder, “J-just… Wasn’t expecting it,” you heard him add before pressing himself further against you.
Sighing out of relief, you placed a hand on his back and the other on his hair, combing through them.
Normally, Kurt wouldn’t have let anyone touch it after being adjusted multiple times by himself, but, with you, he never complains, not when, whatever you’re doing, its soothing him.
Then, after a small silence.
“I love you, you know?” Kurt asked, and you chuckled in response.
“Yeah, I love you too, you dork.”
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⟡ Max MacCallister
➷ Scenario 1: New Relationship
“Just so you know, I’m not experienced with this whole relationship thing,” you heard Max say as you approach the cyborg.
Not knowing why he had to say this, you just agreed, “Yeah, that’s alright,” your hands finding its way to hold his.
Feeling the way his fingers intertwine with yours, Max spoke, “Wow, you really mean this…” he said as if still not grasping the idea of having someone like you.
Humming, you nodded, “Why wouldn’t I? I love you, Max.”
“Y-yeah, I l-love you too…” Max replied, turning away from you as if trying to hide whatever imaginary blush he has.
Then, you let go one of his hands and held the side of his face.
“We can take this as slow as you want, Max,” you assured him, feeling the cyborg lean against your hand.
“I know, I know… But is it way too quick for me to ask for kisses?” he asked, a new confidence surging within the cyborg, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at it.
Yet, before he could think of your laugh as another thing, you pressed a kiss on the screen of his face.
For a moment, he paused before relaxing and pulling you into a hug.
Surprised by the suddenness, you can only watch as Max buried his head against you, his facial screen flickering ever so slightly.
“I love you… Hell, I really do,” you heard Max mutter.
Smiling, you pressed a kiss on his head, “I love you too, Max.”
➷ Scenario 2: Closer
“Heyyyy~” you heard Max’s cheerful tone as he approaches closer before feeling arms wrapping around your form.
“There’s my sweet star!” he said, pressing his face against your cheek.
Huffing at the touch, you pressed a quick kiss on his cheek, something he now loves togain everytime he comes to you. It, not going to lie, reminds you of a puppy.
“Hello to you too, love,” you replied, and even with the amount of times you call him ‘love’, he still feels giddy on the inside at the voice of it.
“Hehe, wanna’ play a game with me? Kurt had something to do, so I don’t have anyone else to play it!” Max asked, but you already knew Kurt had nothing to do with him asking to play a video game with you. Not when Kurt had commented before of how Max doesn’t actually check on him whenever he says that the red cyborg was doing something, meaning he was finding reasons to have you play with him.
Chuckling to yourself, you placed a hand on top of Max’s head.
“You know, you can just ask me to play with you! There’s no need for excuses,” you assured, shaking your head.
Max let out an embarrassed laugh, he got caught after all, but it doesn’t matter, he still gets to have fun with you, his lover.
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⟡ Kurt Cramer & MacCallister
➷ Scenario 1: New Relationship
“Really can't decide, huh?” Max voiced out, yet remained holding your waist, earning a groan from Kurt, who was leaning against your other side.
“You act like this is the worst thing…” Kurt replied, glancing over at Max.
In the end, Max just shrugged, and you hummed.
“Well, I chose both of you, so call me greedy all you want, you guys also had a choice in this,” you teased back, placing one hand on Max’s hand and the other on Kurt’s hair as both seemed to melt under your touch.
Then, after a few moments, Max spoke.
“Does this mean we get keep you?” he asked, followed by Kurt, “It seems like they’re the ones who kept us…” and neither of them seemed to mind it.
➷ Scenario 2: Closer
“And there’s our cutie beloved~!” Max called out in that cheery tone you grew to love, followed by Kurt already dissing him.
“You act like you lost them…” Kurt pointed as if he wasn’t feeling as cheerful as Max upon seeing you.
Chuckling, you shook your head, pressing a kiss on Kurt’s cheek and enveloping Max in your arms.
“Hey, how is this fair? Only he gets to coddle you?” Kurt asked, feigning hurt in his voice, only for you to reply, “Silly, get in here.”
Both ended up nuzzling on both your sides, taking in as much affection from you.
Then, “Will we get praised for this?” Kurt asked, tilting his head slightly upwards before Max groaned at Kurt.
“You really asking that right now? How can you be so greedy…” Max grumbled, turning back towards you as they hear a laugh coming from you.
“Everyone will get greedy every once in a while, and I don’t mind if it’s my affection towards you guys,” you explained, turning to kiss them both, “I love both of you very much, I don’t need nothing else, so, be greedy all you want.”
That seemed to eased both cyborgs as they nuzzled themselves closer to you.
Maybe, to them, the biggest praise is your love for them.
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》 Archiver's Notes: This kinda went towards more hurt/comfort or reverse comfort rather than just fluff, so sorry about that ;-; Also, just about to finish the movie and, I don’t know if I’m high or not, but did the voices change in like effects and tone? In some areas, it sounded like they redid the dialogues. By the way, netflix is at it again with the delayed and not-so dub perfect subtitles smh.
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'Marble Hornets Compendium: The Complete Comic Series' cover reveal! Debuting this year at TCAF. Foreword by Tony Vacation.
Kind of hard to put into words what it's like to see seven years of my life working on a graphic novel come together into a singular book. I started this comic series fresh out of college, being 23 when I made Issue 1. Even though I'm an entirely different person now, and my style has changed, I'm very proud of it all. I've been changed and moved by the people I've met and come to know through making this. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed bringing it to life. Much love and gratitude.
-Jackie
especially without their permission, because how disrespectful can you be towards the creator if you're gonna make a bot of their character when they DID NOT WANT THAT
DO NOT take an artist's artwork and use them for a c.ai bot
its extremely disrespectful and downright disgusting behavior
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