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emoticonheart · 1 year
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I used ur prompt about the shameless princess and the servant here’s what chatgpt came up with:
One day, after indulging in a particularly heavy meal, Princess Adelaide's belches had taken on a sour and pungent aroma. Marcus, who had become quite accustomed to the princess's constant belching, was finding it increasingly difficult to stomach the smell.
As he was rubbing her back to help her burp, Marcus had to turn away several times to avoid the noxious fumes. He tried to subtly cover his nose with his sleeve, but the smell was overpowering.
"Your Highness," Marcus finally spoke up, "I'm sorry, but the smell is quite strong today. I'm finding it difficult to assist you."
The princess let out a belch that smelled like rotten eggs, but she seemed unfazed by the stench. "Oh, Marcus, don't be such a baby," she said with a chuckle. "It's just a little gas. You'll get used to it."
Marcus wasn't convinced, but he knew better than to argue with the princess. He continued to rub her back and shoulders, but had to hold his breath several times to avoid inhaling the odor.
As the night wore on, the princess's belches continued to be just as foul. Marcus was starting to feel queasy, but he didn't want to upset the princess by complaining again.
At one point, the princess let out a particularly putrid belch that made Marcus gag. He had to step away for a moment to compose himself, but the princess didn't seem to notice.
When he returned to her side, Marcus found the princess giggling to herself. "What's so funny, Your Highness?" he asked, trying to ignore the lingering stench.
The princess grinned mischievously. "I just love watching you squirm, Marcus," she said. "It's so amusing to see you struggle with something so trivial."
Marcus was taken aback by her words. He had always been loyal to the princess, but he couldn't help feeling a little hurt by her callous attitude. He didn't want to be disrespectful, but he couldn't help but express his feelings.
"Your Highness, I understand that my discomfort may seem trivial to you, but it is very real for me," he said, trying to keep his voice even. "I want to continue to serve you to the best of my abilities, but it's becoming increasingly difficult with the smell."
The princess's expression softened, and she put a hand on Marcus's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Marcus," she said. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I know my belching can be unpleasant, but I can't help it. It's just a part of who I am."
Marcus nodded, feeling a little better. He knew the princess couldn't control her bodily functions, but it was nice to know she cared about his feelings.
The rest of the night passed without incident, and Marcus helped the princess to bed as usual. He couldn't wait to get some fresh air and escape the smell of her belches.
As he was about to leave the room, the princess called out to him. "Marcus, before you go, could you rub my back a little longer?" she asked.
Marcus sighed, knowing that meant more belching, but he didn't want to disappoint the princess. He walked back over to her and began to rub her back, feeling her body shake with each belch.
Marcus tried his best to endure the smell, but his eyes were watering and his stomach was churning. He could barely stand it any longer, but the princess seemed completely unfazed.
"Please, Your Highness," Marcus pleaded, "I can't take it anymore. It's too much."
But the princess just laughed and let out another belch, the smell of which was even worse than the last.
"You're such a baby, Marcus," she said with a smirk. "Just think of it as a perfume, one that only the most sophisticated noses can appreciate."
Marcus wanted to retort, to tell the princess that there was nothing sophisticated about the stench that was emanating from her mouth, but he knew better than to argue with her. So, he took a deep breath and tried to focus on something else, anything else.
As the night wore on and the princess continued to belch, Marcus found himself feeling more and more sick. He tried to keep his distance, but the princess kept calling him over to rub her back or fetch her something to drink. Each time he got close to her, the smell of her sour belches hit him like a ton of bricks.
Finally, when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, the princess let out one final belch that was so strong, it knocked Marcus off his feet. He stumbled backwards, gasping for air and coughing uncontrollably.
The princess looked down at him with a mixture of amusement and disdain.
You really are weak, Marcus," she said, shaking her head. "I guess I'll have to find someone else to help me with my belches from now on."
oh wow, this turned out well!! i think i've mentioned before, but the smell isn't an aspect of burping that i particularly care for, but if that is your thing, i think this could definitely be to your liking!!
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Tadashi Leaves San Fransokyo
Tadashi x reader angst
AI: ChatGPT
Koi's Note:
I make AI generate fanfiction for fun!! And i share my generated fics here!
You woke up to an empty bed, and the realization hit you that Tadashi was gone. You sat up, feeling a pit form in your stomach, as you reached for your phone. There were no messages from him, no missed calls, and no notifications. You couldn't help but feel a little hurt that he hadn't at least left a note.
You got out of bed and made your way to the kitchen, hoping to find some answers. As you poured yourself a cup of coffee, you heard a knock at the door. You walked over and opened it, only to find Tadashi standing there, looking upset.
"Can we talk?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
You nodded and stepped aside to let him in. As he walked past you, you couldn't help but notice how distant he seemed. You followed him into the living room and sat down on the couch next to him.
"Tadashi, what's going on?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.
"I need to talk to you about something," he said, his voice breaking slightly.
You felt a lump form in your throat as you waited for him to continue.
"I'm leaving," he said, finally looking up at you.
"What do you mean? Leaving where?" you asked, feeling your heart rate increase.
"I'm leaving San Fransokyo. I got a job offer in another city, and I've decided to take it," he explained.
You felt your eyes start to well up with tears. "When were you going to tell me?" you asked, trying to keep your voice from shaking.
"I was going to tell you today. I didn't want to do it over the phone," he said, looking at you apologetically.
"Why are you doing this, Tadashi? We can make this work. We can do long distance," you pleaded.
"I don't want to do long distance, Y/N. I don't think it's fair to either of us," he said, his voice sounding pained.
You couldn't believe what you were hearing. "So, that's it? You're just going to leave me?" you asked, tears streaming down your face.
"I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to hurt you," he said, reaching out to touch your hand.
You pulled away from him, feeling a mixture of anger and sadness. "You didn't mean to hurt me? You're breaking up with me, Tadashi. Of course, you're hurting me," you said, your voice shaking with emotion.
"I know, and I'm sorry," he said, looking at you with tears in his eyes.
You stood up and walked to the door, feeling like you needed to get away from him. As you opened the door, you turned back to him.
"I can't believe you're doing this, Tadashi. I thought we had something real," you said, before walking out and closing the door behind you.
As you walked down the street, tears streaming down your face, you couldn't help but feel like your heart had been shattered into a million pieces. You had never felt so alone in your life.
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ilovecxm · 23 days
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New ChatGPT update is mad cool. It's freaky how much better it is now and I can't wait to see how far I can push this thing. The writing prompts and drabbles especially are way better than before, they're not as robotic sounding and boring (the AO3 data scraping really helped I guess LOL) are are a lot more creative and fleshed out. Just look at this drabble I asked it to write about mpreg Cesark (because I just had to):
The sun was setting over the park, casting a golden hue across the landscape. The air was crisp, and the sound of leaves rustling in the gentle breeze filled the atmosphere. Mark and Cesar walked hand in hand along the path, their fingers intertwined.
“Do you ever think about the future?” Mark asked, breaking the peaceful silence. He kicked a small pebble on the path, watching it skip ahead of them.
Cesar squeezed his hand gently. “All the time. What about it?”
Mark hesitated, glancing up at Cesar. “About us. And… having kids.”
Cesar’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, then softened with a warm smile. “Yeah, I’ve thought about it. More than you might think.”
Mark felt a flutter of excitement and nervousness. “Really?”
“Of course,” Cesar said, stopping and turning to face Mark. “I’ve always imagined us having a family together. It’s something I really want.”
Mark looked down, a small smile playing on his lips. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. I want to be a parent with you, to raise children and build a life together.”
Cesar’s smile widened, and he gently cupped Mark’s face in his hands. “You’d be an amazing mom, you know that?”
Mark laughed softly, feeling a blush creep up his cheeks. “Mom, huh? I never thought I’d hear you say that.”
“Why not?” Cesar said with a playful glint in his eye. “You have all the qualities of a great mom. You’re caring, nurturing, and you have so much love to give.”
Mark felt his heart swell with emotion. “And you’d be an incredible dad. Our kids would be so lucky to have you.”
Cesar leaned in and kissed Mark softly, their lips lingering for a moment. When they pulled back, Cesar took both of Mark’s hands in his own.
“I want to start this journey with you,” Cesar said, his voice filled with sincerity. “I want to build a home where our children feel safe and loved, where they can grow and become whoever they want to be.”
Mark nodded, tears of happiness welling up in his eyes. “Me too. I want to create a family with you, to share all the joys and challenges that come with it.”
They continued walking, talking excitedly about their future children. They imagined what they might look like, what their personalities would be, and how they would decorate their rooms. The conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and dreams.
As they reached a small playground, Cesar led Mark to a bench overlooking the swings and slides. They sat down, watching as a few children played, their laughter echoing in the evening air.
“Can you picture it?” Cesar said softly. “Our kids running around here, playing and making friends. Us sitting here, watching them grow and learn.”
Mark leaned his head on Cesar’s shoulder, a contented sigh escaping his lips. “I can. And it makes me so happy to think about it.”
Cesar wrapped his arm around Mark, pulling him close. “We’re going to be great parents, Mark. We’ll face everything together, just like we always have.”
Mark closed his eyes, imagining their future. “I can’t wait to start this new chapter with you.”
Cesar kissed the top of Mark’s head. “Me neither. Our family is going to be amazing.”
As the sun dipped below the horizon, they sat in comfortable silence, their hearts full of love and anticipation. The future was uncertain, but with each other by their side, they knew they could face anything.
And as the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, Mark and Cesar dreamed of the beautiful family they would create together, knowing that their love would be the foundation of everything they built.
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