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2 fiction conversations over 1 month, 24 days (Mar 3, 2024 – Apr 27, 2024) California, United States

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Make a beginning story of Sadaharu(from Gintama) temporarily ending up in the world of Gotham City...the Bat-Family baffled and bemused...what the hell is a big-ass white fluffy dog-like thing doing h...

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How's this for an anti-hero version of Dick Grayson(called Nightshade or 'Grayson' for his real name) in this alternate DC universe?.....basically...its an inverted version of Dick Grayson.....both ha...

DoHow's this for an alternate version of Dick Grayson in this alternate DC reality?..... Nightshade has similar origins to main universe Dick...but things diverged...to where he never was taken by Bru...

How's this for an alternate version of Dick Grayson in this alternate DC reality?..... Nightshade has similar origins to main universe Dick...but things diverged...to where he never was taken by Bruce...

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IP A	IP B	Similarity
`322e402a1e7e...`	`681158c295e1...`	0.878

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2 conversations in cluster Cluster 136× “Make a beginning story set in Code Geass...Lelouch going abo...” over less than a minute (Mar 10, 2024 – Mar 10, 2024), oldest first. Show: 10 15 50 100

Mar 10, 2024 at 11:29 AM PDT — 1 turn United States, California fiction fanfiction explicit View full conversation

USER: Make a beginning story set in Code Geass...Lelouch going about his student days...or rather...WERE going on his student days...running a rebellion secret as Zero is a lot of work...against the fight of Britannia...it has complications as well...allies...tactics...battles can go wrong...and for here to Lelouch here in Ashford Academy?..his current and perhaps the most laughably disbelief...but all too real complication of his right now?..busy making out with Suzaku Kururugi...childhood friend...pilot of the annoying Lancelot...the Knight of 7 to Princess Euphemia...all of this...Lelouch knows...but Suzaku?..all he sees of Lelouch is childhood friend...and maybe more from this kiss......and that's it......and Suzaku really is doing that deep kissing and loving thing REALLY close to Lelouch....tongue even...as Lelouch wants to laugh...and Lelouch should have pushed himself away by now......if he can...or cry even...because...this...god...how did this even...as Lelouch stifles a sound of pleasure...as Suzaku keeps going...both stop...saliva trail apparent as both they separate...both panting...yes indeed...how on earth did this happen...?..as Suzaku murmurs..."...Lelouch..." then hugs him closely...as if possessively...as if he doesn't want Lelouch to go just yet....and then Suzaku says something that actually makes Lelouch's heart do a certain traitorous THUMP god...as Lelouch tries to be logical here...if Lelouch were a girl...he'd fall for ...wait WHAT!?..no!!..what about Euph...

CHATBOT: The world of Code Geass was always teetering on a knife's edge, where intricate plans were plotted behind the facade of everyday life, and the Ashford Academy was no exception. Lelouch Lamperouge, the masked revolutionary known as Zero who was secretly fighting against Britannia, found himself caught in a moment where the lines between his dual lives blurred beyond recognition. The usual clamor and chatter of student days had given way to a far more personal dilemma: the unexpected, complex intimacy with his childhood friend and enemy on the battlefield, Suzaku Kururugi. Lelouch's thoughts were a whirlwind as he tried to rationalize the situation, the heat of Suzaku's breath and the pressure of his lips still ghosting over his own. How could everything have spiraled out of his carefully arranged control? Suzaku's arms were snug around Lelouch, the physical manifestation of the complex emotions he felt, locking them in an embrace that seemed to defy the world they both battled within. His voice, when he spoke, was low and edged with a tender possessiveness that echoed the closeness of their bodies. "...Lelouch," he whispered, his embrace tightening almost imperceptibly. Lelouch's pulse raced with an ironic blend of amusement and panic. The logical strategist within him was at a loss, the irony of the situation unfolding too rich to ignore. A sound that was dangerously close to a chuckle was stifled in his throat as he found himself held close by the last person who had any right to be so familiar. Suzaku finally broke the kiss, both boys' breathing ragged with a mixture of ardor and confusion. The silver trail of saliva was the least of Lelouch's worries as their eyes met - green to violet, unspoken questions swirling between them. With a presence of mind that belied the intimacy of their prior actions, Suzaku tried to lighten the atmosphere, his fingers trailing lazily along Lelouch's side in a way that could only be described as teasing. "...But you do smell good," Suzaku murmured, the corners of his lips ticked upwards in a half-smirk. Lelouch's vexation was palpable. Had romantic entanglement been a part of some intricate plot, it might have been more palatable, but this encounter was unscripted, and he was annoyed at himself for not having an immediate exit strategy. "Really, Suzaku?" Lelouch managed to retort with an undertone of dry wit. "Compliments on my fragrance in the midst of... this?" Suzaku's eyes, still heavy with unspoken words and perhaps ...

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Mar 10, 2024 at 11:30 AM PDT — 1 turn United States, California fiction fanfiction explicit View full conversation

CHATBOT: Lelouch wiped the beads of sweat from his temple, the smirk frozen on his lips as he remembered the not-so-innocent collision of events that led to this breathless moment. Here he was, cornered in the depths of an empty classroom, the very nerve center of his daytime facade, the unassuming Ashford Academy. It was here that he wore the mask of a student, not the helmet of Zero, the enigmatic leader of the Black Knights rebelling against the Holy Britannian Empire. The room was steeped in silence, the late afternoon sunlight seeping through the blinds, casting long shadows that mirrored the confusion in Lelouch's violet eyes. The chessboard of his daily life had become increasingly convoluted, pieces moving in unforeseen directions, forming alliances where enemies once stood. And Suzaku, with his unwavering sense of duty and affection, unpredictable in his moves, had Lelouch pinned in a checkmate he never anticipated. Suzaku's arms ensnared him, the burning emerald gaze locked onto his with an intensity that threatened to unravel years of carefully constructed barriers. Suzaku's voice was barely above a whisper, heavy with the weight of legacy and longing, "Lelouch..." A shiver ran down Lelouch's spine, his rational mind screaming at him to push away, to preserve the secrets that lay inches beneath his skin. But his body betrayed him, remaining firmly held in Suzaku's unwavering grip. "Suzaku, the festival," Lelouch began to deflect, striving for a sense of normality, only to be silenced once more by the fervor of Suzaku's confession. "Euphie understands me," Suzaku said softly, almost melancholically. "But with you... it's something deeper. Something... beyond." His words sent Lelouch spiraling. This wasn't the calculus of warfare, the calculation of rebellion. This was the chaotic algebra of the heart, a variable Lelouch had long since removed from his equations. "Your loyalties are with Euphemia, Suzaku," Lelouch snapped, a last-ditch effort to regain control. "You are her knight." Suzaku grimaced a little. "I know. I don't--This shouldn't be happening, but... Damn it, Lelouch, I can't seem to help it." Lelouch's defenses crumbled, the lines blurred between affection and allegiance, rebel and royalty. All the strategies and machinations melted away as he searched Suzaku's face, finding nothing but genuine turmoil. "What are we doing, Suzaku?" Lelouch breathed out, the logician in him grappling with the chaos of desire. Suzaku chuckled ruefully, running a ...

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