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koi-fish-boy · 2 months

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Ranting bout Ai cuz I fucking hate it.

I've been thinking about AI recently cause of an essay I had to write about what should be considered when creating AI. The articles I was assigned to read didn't say a single bad thing about it. It praised AI, calling it intelligent, the future, blah blah blah. Yeah, AI may be smart, but it's not human. I see people using AI art and AI bots like character AI and I don't understand. Those bots will never have the soul, the work, the toil put into generating those stories and "art" that work made by people have. Artisans spend years, decades of their lives toiling over their work, improving bit by bit, learning new techniques to help them improve, getting tips and tricks from those who've been doing it longer than them and know how to make it easier and to help. Will AI ever replicate that? AI is just green lines of code on a digital screen. I'm not saying it's easy to make AI, but that's what it is. It will never replicate the bonds, communities, and pride that stem from someone simply being interested in something and wanting to learn more. AI is constantly learning, but what bonds does it make? Who does it talk to? Movies and stories made by AI won't have the passion put into it like those made by humans. Throughout humanity one of the things we have held close and passed down is art and creating things. It's human to create, the earliest humans created, who we are today stems from their creativity and their communities and their bonds with each other, not artificial voices and stolen data. Using AI to create these is taking the traditions we held dear to our hearts for thousands of years and stripping it down to the click of a button. Our future is bland and soulless if we actually let AI do these things. Our future is ours to write, it is in our hands. Not the digital hands of a pixel screen masking green lines of code. Using AI to create is taking what makes us human and mutilating it. Our creativity is not a lamb for the slaughter, it is not to be given away so lightly. It may be cheaper, it may "look nice", it may be fast, but that takes away everything that makes art and storytelling art and storytelling. All those years mathematicians, artists, writers, screenwriters, scientists, medical staff, etc have put into being good at what they are is being thrown right out the window because of AI being able to do what they spent their lives learning with the click of a button. This is the end of humanity. Not as a species, but as who we are. AI can never replicate the feeling of being praised by someone you look up to because they think the art or story or anything you made is good. AI is not human. Stop letting it pretend to be human.

#there's so much i have in my head thay i want to yap about but i dont know how to put it into words #There aren't enough words in every language combined to explain how much i hate AI.#Is my passion a fucking joke to you? Its all about following your dreams until a bot can do it better than you.#being human is an experice no pixel can replicate.#creating cannot be replicated #not to mention all the jobs that will be taken by AI #every job you can think of will be replaced if this continues.#it may not seem like a big deal to you rich folk with nothing to worry about if that cashier gets replaced with anoher self checkout #but it is to them #people depend on those jobs to keep them alive #to keep ther families alive #replacing them is dooming them #i fucking hate AI #if a 15 year old is worried about his fucking future because of your rich asses wanting to be lazy and not wanting to pay people for #their effort and work and the time they dedicate yo doing what they do then somethings fucking wrong #i know people dont listen to children but please #just this once #listen

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amethysttribble · 4 months

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I think a solid marker of identifying a truly complex, compelling, and unique character is seeing the frequency and scale of how OOC they are written in fanfic

#Example 1: Luffy #Example 2: Feanor #Example 3: Venti #(which is was inspired this post)#I’m guilty of it- why do you think I avoid writing Feanor and luffy like the plague?#fanfiction en masse just cannot abide truly unique character and that’s fine #as a genre rather and again- that’s fine this is doll playing most of the time BUT #like… if a character has more than two layers of stuff going on it is almost entirely lost en masse #if they can’t fit a ‘fanfic comedia d’artte’ role because the original author truly wrote someone unique? it’s already fucking over #and this is not to say that less unique complex or layered characters aren’t compelling #they are very obviously #but when an author truly creates a character who is just THEMSELVES and fits no role…#what to say but I want to do that one day #it is rare and very hard to replicate #also Venti is not nearly as much that as Luffy and Feanor askfkfks #those two are… literary marvels tbh #venti is on the same level as say Gintoki #still means they’re massively ooc in most fics lol #Tribble post

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icedmetaltea · 1 year

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AI should be used as guidance and inspiration in the field of art and creativity. Not something you should just make do all of the work

Half the time AI is built off others work half the time without the creators' permission. It's also rather disappointing that students are using it to just get away with not doing assignments. They're only screwing themselves over in the end when they do that because then they don't learn the concept. Not to mention that those students are ruining it for others. There's been an issue at my school where teachers are using an AI scanner that is unfortunately not the most accurate. It's caught students who did use chat gpt but it's also caught students who never even used it

It's the fucking AI art prompt generator all over again. No one can tell the difference and now everyone's paranoid and blaming each other

I'm so sick of this shit and I'm sorry for rambling to you about it. I don't mean to be artsy-fartsy but I want to see work that was made by people, not by a machine. Ruins the whole point of creativity and relaxation if it's just an AI. It's just soooo frustrating to me!!

PREACH!!!

#Answer tag #Metaltea Talks #Ai is nothing more than a tool for inspiration #NOT a generator to make everything for you #you need to make things yourself #to learn #to grow #to inspire yourself and others #an ai cannot replicate the joy that comes from creating something yourself #ai

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i23kazu · 9 months

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GENSHIN MEN & THEM BEING GIRL DADS .

characters. zhongli diluc kaeya childe neuvillette alhaitham kaveh x gn!reader genre. romantic fluff. an. augh dad | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

zhongli

tries to introduce your daughter to the concept of a tea ceremony with the assistance of madame ping – zhongli absolutely cannot keep a straight face when your daughter spits out the bitter liquid and instead opts for formula. at least she tried it, he laughs, and sits her tucked on his lap after she turns to him and asks for a 抱抱 (bào bào; to hug).

diluc

takes your daughter on a walk around the ragnvindr manor. visits from uncle kaeya are a regular sight, and the two brothers take one hand of your daughter's each before setting off. you trail behind them, smiling and taking photographs for memories. halfway through the walk, your daughter makes grabby hands for diluc.

kaeya

wants to play games with his daughter all day, but cannot – instead, he sneaks her into his office to play while he finishes his paperwork. when the little girl whines to be put on his lap, kaeya puts down everything he's doing to make sure that his little angel is comfortable in his arms. brings her home right after work as well. how cute!

childe

willingly plays dress up with your daughter!!! it's so so so cute. he'll come home, slumped on a couch and snoring – when your daughter climbs all over him like a human jungle gym. unfortunately, she got into your makeup stash, and it's evidence by her little masterpiece all over childe's face. he has to take pictures after, because the little artist said so.

neuvillette

his relationship with the melusines really just screams girl dad, doesn't it? but when the two of you have a biological daughter, his love for her cannot compare to anything else. he gently weaves his fingers through her hair, replicating his own hairstyle, with added braids in it. the little girl squeals with delight, because she looks like daddy.

alhaitham

alhaitham has taken up the duty of having daddy storytime, right before bed. your little girl curls up in his lap, clinging on to the same storybook he has read to her for the past... 40? 45? nights, in a row. alhaitham doesn't even need the storybook at this point, and even ends up creating new characters for the story. your girl loves it.

kaveh

is the primary source of entertainment for your daughter. she loves how her daddy can be so silly yet so... smart, at the same time. she probably doesn't even know what smart is – she just sees the huge books and papers that daddy brings home every day. but she loves him, because he plays with her and feeds her her favourite snacks.

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tea-and-treachery · 1 year

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The thing that I cannot get over about mdzs is that Lan Wangji lived for Wei Ying. So many romances revolve around being willing to die for each other, but theirs is a story of living for the other.

Lan Wangji built his life around the Wei Wuxian shaped hole in the world. He collected things that reminded him of wwx. Held on to trinkets from their time together. Branded himself with the same scars that wwx wore in life. Raised a-yuan in his stead.

And this is a bit of conjecture, but the Lan disciples were able to replicate wwx’s spirit flags exceptionally well. I like to think that lwj also kept wwx’s memory alive in his teachings to his disciples. That spark of brilliance living on in the next generation.

For thirteen years, lwj kept his love, his Wei Ying, alive through memory. Through the scars he once wore. The child he held dear. The inventions he created. Through his love. Thirteen years, that could have easily turned into the rest of his life had wwx not returned.

Wei Wuxian was never truly gone from this world, so long as Lan Wangji kept living for him.

#this especially gets to me because wwx was such a controversial figure #lwj was likely the only person left in this world who remembered wwx fondly #if lwj lived there was still someone in this world to remember wwx as more than the dreaded yiling laozu #mdzs #wangxian #lan wangji #wei wuxian

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pearl-tarotist · 11 months

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* ༺ Your beauty ༻ *

In this tarot reading I will describe the beauty that you have and I will mixed it with some poems, things, feelings and situations that remind me of you.

Disclaimer: I do not consider beauty only as physical attributes.

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes...

PILE 1

Dear Pile 1,

Your beauty is sweeping and easily strikes the eyes of others at first glance. Your presence is strong as a furious river, people enjoy the scene and they are in awe at it. But the strength that the river has dissolves when they try to cage the water.

Your beauty is natural and pure as the liquid that gives us life; it cannot be replicated or forced at the will of others, it just comes from you, your presence and your soul. It's not the material but the energy that shapes it.

You are passionate, energetic and pure, what in the words of Sylvia Plath would be translated as “I am too pure for you or anyone", from the poem "Fever 103°.

In the same way as the damsel in distress when sad or overwhelmed, you hide yourself in the highest tower or in the lowest cave. Your beauty can just be encased by your own hand...and you do. Your fear that the show of your real self to the world will end in a lose of stability. You hide because you feel that showing your true nature and sweet but passionate soul will destroy your own world and the relationship that you have with others.

You hide under the presence of a basic person, fashion-like or behaviourally-like, but you beauty shines in the unconsciously curves of your cheeks and lips. There's something pleasuring and round about your lips that make your words sweeter and gentler than average. There's something about your back and position that could be beautiful too, stand straight and let other see you.

Your passionate and in that passion you are sweet and cute, just like the childish heroine of a story that never gives up.

Long legs, baby-like face, pouty lips, soft skin, limitless strength, adventures that you want to live and the passion when you speak half-baked of them. I'm not going to lie, for some, your beauty resides in your bad states, when they can take care of you as if you were something to fix or defend, but I do not think that's your beauty but what others find themselves attracted to.

Your beauty is not equalled to their attraction.

Stuff that reminds me of your beauty:

A Poem: My head a moon /Of Japanese paper, my gold beaten skin / Infinitely delicate and infinitely expensive. (Poem fever 103).

The flowing of a mighty river surrounded by grass.

The shaking pale hand of someone that has fought and won.

The elegant makeup of the Geishas.

The warm caresses of a loved one.

Knight of wands/5oW/The Chariot/10oC/5oP/4oS

PILE 2

Dear Pile 2,

You get things done. You are full and complete on your own, independent and capable. There's nothing that you can not resolve, you are efficient, strong and powerful. A scopio, pluto dominant or 8th house energy on your natal chart?

You are so beautiful on your own, so successful and victorious. Your willpower and your resistance towards adversity have created the most polished part of yourself, just like a diamond. If I have to be honest, it's not just your resistance but also your search of fights for truth and new adventures. The need to discover new things.

You are openminded and know that with a simple and small discovery, the perception of your reality can change in seconds, that's why, often, you feel that you do not belong to places or "homes" but that you are your own home. Your ideas and mental world is the only place you should be comfortable with.

There's also a characteristic of foreigner to your beauty, you could travel a lot or be "exotic" to others, in the sense of being different from them, physically and mentally. You are not a copy of the current societies but a mix of everything (past, present and future) and that's why others are intrigued by you, they want to learn about this composition. I would bet for a little bit of aquarius is in your natal chart, I guess.

You are clever and curios about everything what makes other being intrigued by you as they do not know what to expect. They can not tag you in one social group, you are way more than just that.

You do things with security, your hands do not shake in front of others and I would say that you are also quite social as you want to learn about everything, like a bee that goes from flower to flower, you go from person to person.

Piercing eyes, beautiful eyebrows, a nice chest, some of you could have a voluptuous body, an accent when speaking, and knowledge that extends for miles.

Stuff that reminds me of your beauty:

The sword of Arthur Pendragon, Excalibur.

The satisfaction after a job well-done.

The mist of the forest before the faes appear.

“For she had eyes and chose me.” (William Shakespeare, Othello)

"fuck it I love you" by Lana del Rey.

The World/ The Chariot/ The Fool/ Knight and king of Wands/ King of Swords

PILE 3

Dear Pile 3,

I fear that some of you are unable to see your own beauty. The cards that I got are unpeaceful and represent fights and loses.

Nevertheless, let's start with the reading. Your beauty is different from the rest, I like the way that you do not want to be exactly like the others. I applause you for not following the trends, the viral products and the fast-clothing industry. Your best quality is the uniqueness and respect for your natural state. Somehow, I believe that this is also one point of hurt for you, because you are not like the others, so you feel less...but, in my opinion, it lifts you higher than others.

To have an opinion of your own under a society that push us more often to have a single mindset is of respect and admiration.

Following the last idea, you are someone with spark, with cleverness, someone that has great ideas and potential that you can develop endlessly. You are a pool of ideas full of different points of views that need growing and development, a little bit of Gemini/ Sagittarius energy on your natal chart, no?

These ideas are not developed to the end, I think you jump around and start a lot of ideas that do not end up in a solid project, but that does not stop you from enjoying it nevertheless. I feel that there's two types of people: the ones that focus on just one thing and the ones that know a bit about everything. You are the second one, and in it resides your beauty.

Curious, fighter, powerful, with potential and creativity. Soft and uniform skin, probably short height but with a good posture, hands that are warm and search for the touch of others, lover of animals, young but wise. You may decorate your hair with caps, bows or similar. That's your beauty.

Stuff that remind me of your beauty:

Jeanne d'arc - Albert Lynch

The soft fur of animals like a horse or a deer.

The coldness of a knife close to the neck of the main character carried by their "enemy". (Enemy to lovers AU fr).

The endless routine of the sun (sunrise and sunset).

The smell of an old book.

5oS/2oW/The Tower/ 8oS/7oW/Page of Pentacles

This reading belongs in exclusivity to @pearl-tarotist.

#pac #pick a card #pick a pile #tarot #love tarot #tarot reading #pac tarot #pick an image #pick a picture #pick a card reading #pick a pile reading #pearl #self tarot #magik #beauty tarot #atractivenes tarot

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saturnicos · 3 months

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Hi! Can you make a Hazbin Hotel Headcanons of how the characters would comfort a reader who is having a panic attack.

Yeah! Ironically, I had a pre-episode panic attack during a class today, writing this helped me avoid a meltdown.

Of course, if you wanted into a different perspective (or other characters, since I don't write many at once), feel free to tell me :)

HH cast comforting !reader having a panic attack

With: Charlie, Alastor, Lucifer, Adam, Angel Dust

Context: Panic attack can happen any time, without any motivation. Unfortunately, that's hits you more often than you would like. In a middle of a conversation with them, you start to feel anxious and afraid, eyes widening and an immense desire to cry appearing. How would them comfort you?

. Charlie

— Oh! And I created a new plan that I would lik.. — Charlie interrupts herself as soon as she sees his eyes roaming the room, your leg shaking while the sound of your heartbeat was heard loud enough.

She knows that happens with some frequency and often is ready when happen. Actually, she's a bit imperative and has its moments of generalized anxiety; although it's not the same thing, it has a basis of what she can or cannot do to help you.

— Honey, look at me, please — She ask to you, holding your hand and looking at your eyes with a serious expression in her face. — It's ok, you'll be fine, you're safe with me. Now, breathe in and out with me.

She starts as an example, taking a deep breath through her nose and releasing the air through her mouth. Despite your mind clouded with fear and derealization, your eyes locked onto hers, unconsciously repeating what exercise she replicates, feeling your breathing regularize slowly, despite the tremor and fear continuing.

She smile at you, holding your hand with a little more strength and delicacy. She moves forward with her free arm at her side, asking for permission for a hug. You, without hesitation, allow it, approaching her and hugging her tightly, feeling her face resting above your head, allowing you to cry into her coat if you felt like you needed to.

— Don't forget to breath, it'll calm yourself. I'm here for you.

. Lucifer

He knows what gonna happen even before you. This man faces various emotional and psychological problems daily, he recognizes very well when someone seems to have a tendency to have a crisis. Especially coming from you.

The first thing he notices is your hand starting to shake and your eyes threatening to water. He's quick to cup your face with both hands, making sure you're looking and listening to him.

— Sweetie, hear me. — He asks in a gently voice, making sure not to get too close to you for fear that this would only trigger a sudden worsening of the attack. — Calm down, I'm with you, there's anything here that can hurt you.

Even with his supportive phrases, your tremor only got worse as your blood pressure only tended to drop, slowly obscuring your vision and slowing down your breathing.

— Here — His voice echoed in your mind, as if partially clearing the intrusive and distressing thoughts. An angelic voice. — Can you tell me five things in this room, please?

You didn't know from where this come, but tried to see something even with a bad vision. And you did it. Then he asked for four things that you could touch. After three that you could hear, after...

When you came to, out of the derealization, you noticed the tactic that he used to calm you down: 5-4-3-2-1, a way to distract the mind of fear to understand what was around you, consequently making you come to your senses when you noticed the space.

He also noticed as your breathing returned to normal and your body gradually shook less and less, smiling at you tenderly.

. Adam

He's a bitch. A fucking bitch.

At first, when he sees your eyes watering in the middle of the conversation he will think that some comment or joke of his got to you, and sincerely? He'd probably find it funny that you're bothered by this at this point.

— What's up, bitch? That wasn't even that aggressive — He responded in a mocking voice, leaning across the table toward you. His tone of voice was filled with a visible desire to laugh.

However, when he noticed that you ignored his comment and were shaking unnaturally, the expression on his mask changed to one that alternated between doubt and amazement.

The mask's mouth constantly opened and closed, as if he were interrupting whenever he thought about commenting on something.

— Fuck — He sighed heavily as he let out an audible curse, getting up from his seat and heading towards him, but stopped next to you when he noticed that he was a piece of shit with emotional comfort, especially with words of affirmation.

With an expression of uncertain, he took off his terminator mask and threw it on the table, looking at the office door, confirming that there was no one there that could burst into the room.

He then crouched down next to you, watching you cover your face with hands shaking, stifling a sob. Not really sure what do, he brought his hand to your back, patting it friendly as a strange way of showing support, since 1. he didn't know how to verbalize it and 2. he couldn't do it. But deep down he would like to try and provide some kind of support.

— I have no fucking idea how to help you, but... You know, if you need a shoulder, you've got me.

. Angel Dust

He knows what it's like to have an emotional breakdown and derealization, after all, it is something that constantly impacts him almost always after the work.

Despite the solution he always seeks for himself be the use of medication and perhaps a little alcohol, he would never make that an option for you since he doesn't want to inflict drug use on you. Health reason.

— Baby, is a hug okay? — he asks you in a compassionate tone, bowing his head slightly to the side as he raised his left hand to rest it on your shoulder.

When you nod, he wraps you in a hug with all four of his arms. A comfortable but not strong hug, allowing you to leave if you wish.

— You need to stabilize your heart rate, you know? Do what I do — He then took a deep breath for a few seconds and then let it out, repeating the process two more times before encouraging you to try.

You snuggled into your spot on the couch trying to control the shaking and tears as you repeated breathing exercise with difficulty. At first it was painful and burned your lungs, but Angel advised you to try again as soon as you felt like you could try.

— I don't have work today, how about a movie? I promise it won't be any of my big movies, your choice. — He laughed quietly, trying to lighten the sad mood with a light dirty joke as he picked up the controller. When he could hear a low chuckle from you, his smile grew.

. Alastor

He literally has no idea what happened to you. Alastor died before psychology studies were taken seriously, and particularly he was never someone very social or interpersonal, then see you having a mental imbalance suddenly was ridiculously weird.

He just stood there looking at you with that stupid smile on his face, trying to find some logic behind your attitude so that he could do something about it.

After a given moment thinking, in a snap of his fingers he manifested a tea set in the center table in the room. However, the withering smell of coffee took its place when he took one of the cups for himself and offered another one for you - one that smelled like valerian, a plant that helped with irregular heartbeat.

He looked at you as he sipped his own cup of black coffee with legs crossed, as if waiting for you to go ahead and drink the tea.

You then gave in and drank, pouring a few drops into your lap due to tremor. The tea actually wasn't that bad. As soon as he passed by your throat, the effect seemed to have already begun, gradually relaxing your muscles and calming your fear.

Along with the feeling of relaxation, an aroma of oils penetrated the room, making a combination in the air of more diverse aromas and smells in a pleasant mix.

By your side, Alastor beamed a satisfied smile as he helped himself to more coffee, talking to you again, occasionally asking if you wanted more tea or if you felt okay.

I love sm write comfort, but thinking about the angst before is painfully sad//

Thank you for read, have a good day or a good night :)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer x reader #adam x reader #charlie x reader #angel dust x reader #alastor x reader

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sad-endings-suck · 1 year

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There is a certain type of ship dynamic that simply cannot be created or replicated artificially and it’s called “this couple was never meant to be a canon ship but their chemistry is just so incredible we had to do it anyway” and I love it more than anything.

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mostthingskenobi · 7 months

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Very few things bring me as much joy as AO3 💜 I love being on my AO3 account. I always associate it with disappearing into a wonderful obsession. Whether I'm reading something that has me totally enthralled, or I'm posting new chapters to my own work, it's a pleasure I cannot replicate anywhere else.

So, if you're a fic writer or an artist producing fan art...or whatever the case may be, thank you for everything you do. You may not feel like your work reaches enough people or you may feel discouraged by AI (I know I certainly feel kind of nauseous every time someone tells me how amazing Chat GPT is), just know that your work is reaching the right people. There is always someone on the planet who needs what you are creating. KEEP GOING! 💜

#AO3 #fandom #fan fiction #fan art #fanfiction #fanfic #thank you!!!!

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fipindustries · 2 months

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i already mentioned in the past that a friend of mine trained an AI on my drawings so that it could replicate my artstyle, a fun thing is that it fed it a bunch of drawings i made of myself so most of the things it creates look like self portraits i could have done

other just look like random cool guys i could have come up with

(i fucking love the guy with short hair and lipstick, he looks fucking sick, i am 100% using that design)

first of all, i cannot begin to descrive how mindfucky and trippy is to see drawing that *could have been done by me* but werent. every time i see them i have to catch my self for a few seconds wondering "wait, did i do these and forgot????"

second, because i didnt do these they are not worn on my eyes like a drawing i would have made, these are fresh images to my brain. i dont have a memory of having done every line and curve and having observed it a million times as i was doing them, thus the illusion of life is a lot more stronger for me.

so with all this is mind, this little excercise is allowing me to do something i always craved for but that i could never get. to see my own art from an outsider's perspective. to be able to appreciate my work from the point of view of someone else. how does my drawings look to others. i can do that now with these.

and let me tell you, not to sound too conceited but, damn, i really like what i see. i can now see what everyone else sees in my artstyle, its fun! its dinamic! its really expressive in a way i never noticed! and yes, the noses! oh my god the noses! and the way the lips curl and tighten.

on top of that, as i said, a lot of the overfitting in the model is directed towards self portraits that i made of myself, so the AI will tend to use many of the faces and features i use to depict myself. now you have to understand i identify quite strongly with my own drawings. i said often that i see more of my self in my drawings than i do in a mirror.

with this in mind its also super trippy that my friend basically has a fip generator.

every time i see things like this i cant help but go "OMG, THATS ME! THAT IS ME!"

(this final piece was actually done by me, lol)

so yeah, this has been all very illuminating

#we do a lot of testing with my friend #i feel there is a lot more holistic understanding you can get out of how these AI work #when you have the artist they were trained on dissecting exactly what aspects of their style it incorporated and how its using them #truly fascinating stuff #AI #AI art

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bacteriashowdown · 4 months

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Gram-positive vs. Gram-negative bacteria

a.k.a. the inspiration for this blog's icon

When researching your favorite species of bacteria, the first characteristic you're guaranteed to find is whether or not your bacteria is gram-positive or gram-negative. This is in reference to the Gram stain, a method of staining bacteria with dye, such that certain bacteria retain it and become purple (gram-positive), while others do not -- and after an alcohol wash, can be tinted pink with a counterstain (gram-negative). This staining procedure is almost always the first step in figuring out what kind of bacteria you're working with, and is used constantly for both clinical and research purposes.

Okay, but why? And why does the color of a dyed bacterium even matter?

The answer to these questions... lies in the structure of the cell wall. Gram-positive bacteria retain dye because their cell walls are much thicker. The typical gram-positive bacteria has one cell membrane, covered by a thick layer of peptidoglycan, which is a polysaccharide that gives structural strength to the cell. In contrast, the typical gram-negative bacteria has two cell membranes, separated by a thin layer of peptidoglycan: this layered structure is thinner and more flexible. Gram-negative bacteria can be counterstained because this outer membrane is porous, and is degraded by the alcohol wash, losing its ability to retain the original dye.

This difference in cell structure may not seem earth-shattering, but it does have some serious implications. For example, in medicine, you want to know if you're dealing with a gram-negative bacteria, because they are less susceptible to antibiotics that target the cell wall (such as penicillin): in essence, the outer membrane protects the cell. Penicillin can easily fit between the gaps in the peptidoglycan layer surrounding gram-positive cells, but not through the outer membrane of gram-negative cells, which selectively blocks the passage of toxic substances. In general, gram-negative bacteria are less vulnerable to environmental toxins.

Gram-positive bacteria have their own strengths. In fact, they have an extremely powerful tool at their disposal: unlike (almost all) gram-negative bacteria, some gram-positive bacteria are capable of forming endospores. Endospore formation is an intense survival mechanism where a bacterium creates a dormant structure inside itself (called an endospore), which is extremely durable but cannot self-replicate. When conditions have improved, the endospore transforms into a bacterium, and begins to metabolize and reproduce. Endospores can lie dormant for thousands -- and some argue, millions -- of years, and remain viable.

To summarize: what at first may seem like a simple question of microbial dye-jobs is actually a way to peer into the structure of a bacteria, and hopefully start to unravel the unique strategies and adaptations that the species employs for survival.

Happy Gram staining everyone!

#info post #gram stain

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roseykat · 8 months

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KINKTOBER DAY 7

TITLE: Cum as you are Part 1

SUMMARY: How each of the members of the Hyung line react to making you squirt.

WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won't be able to regulate/monitor every single potential interaction with these posts so please do not engage with my work and page whatsoever.

TAGS: mentions of oral sex (f!receiving), squirting, orgasms, overstimulation.

KINKTOBER23 - MASTERLIST

KINK: Squirting

TAGLIST: @kbitties @luneskies @mal-lunar-28 @kibs-and-bits @aaasia111 @fairy-lixie @dreamingaboutjisung @lizzekat @queenmea604 🩷

BANG CHAN

Every time Chan is buried inside you, his main goal is to make you cum first, and make you cum hard. Even though he has no trouble getting you right to that very edge, it’s always still his main priority. He gets off on feeling your thighs shake around his body, how wet your pussy is. Chan could easily get lost in just watching you cum, especially when he makes you squirt.

It’s not a rare occurrence, but it does happen and always seems to when he’s eating you out. His chin drips with your juices whenever he’s made you cum to the point where you just can’t any longer. He’ll eat you out right to the very end of your orgasm and then some. Not until the sheets beneath you both are soaked through.

MINHO

Just about every time he fucks you he can make you squirt, and it’s almost always in positions where he’s taking you from behind. Other times it’s where you’re bound or tied up with a vibratior held against your clit. That being said, Minho gets very smug and satisfied about seeing the floor wet, seeing the bed wet, or whatever surface he has you on, wet.

He knows that making you cum that hard is actually quite taxing, but it’s a sight he’d pay to see. The way that you quiver when you squirt, your muscles spasming around his cock as you soak him. He’s a fiend for it. Nothing less.

CHANGBIN

The first time he made you squirt, he was quite surprised. He knew what it was, it was just the fact that he made you cum so hard that, that was the result of it. Since then, he’s always tried to replicate that method of getting you to orgasm in that way and whenever you do, Changbin has to stop himself from cumming. He cannot for the life of him get enough of watching your eyes roll back, feel your nails digging into the flesh of his biceps.

He has the strength to hold and keep you in positions where you just can’t move and have no choice but to take the full length of his cock. That feeling of satisfaction and beautiful pressure penting up inside you is enough for him to make you squirt around him while he’s still fucking you - which is no easy feat.

HYUNJIN

When Hyunjin made you squirt for the first time, he didn’t stop until he practically ran you dry. The majority of his sheets were soaked through, your legs were shaking by the end of it, and a lot of his clothes were wet in the process. That was only from finger fucking you. After that, a determination grew inside of Hyunjin to try to make you cum like that at least once every time the two of you had sex.

The first couple of attempts weren’t as successful as he hoped them to be - he still made you cum, but he knew your body could take more. So you both experimented in positions, added in a mixture of toys, pain play here and there until Hyunjin clocked onto overstimulating you, where you started to squirt more. He found that when he’s fucking you and toying with your clit, you’re a goner. Consider everything around you drenched from what his cock can do to your body.

A/N: I know that Hyunjin doesn’t always consider himself as part of the ‘hyung line’ but I did include him just to split things evenly :) Maknae line will be out too x

#rosiewritesskz #stray kids smut #skz smut #lee know smut #bang chan smut #han jisung smut #hyunjin smut #changbin smut #felix smut #i.n smut

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coralinnii · 9 months

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❋ If you’re a villain, then let me be your accomplice ❋

↳Reincarnated into a new world as the bad guy part 2

feat: Rook

genre: drama, slow burn romance, smitten fools,

note: sequel to reincarnated into a new world as the bad guy Rook ver., historical fantasy setting, sculptor!reader, reader is referred to as “Ma artiste” and “Mon amour” by Rook, no pronouns used with the reader, mentions of beast hunting, 1.8k word count

While it refers to fictional beasts, this touches the controversial topic on hunting which can be sensitive to people. I’m not trying to claim that my own opinions or the opinions in this fic are right and you can have a stance against these opinions. Despite the controversy, I still decided to add this into the story because this world is supposed to mirror the era when this was practiced by people of the time and with Rook as a canonical huntsman, this fits the story well.

I choose to be transparent that this topic will be in this fic and if you are uncomfortable, you are free to ignore this story because I would rather you decide your comfort levels than have people read my story.

Random note: when my laptop died, all my banners are gone so yea…I changed my character banners again

series masterlist

To your dismay, you found yourself facing the consequences for the actions of an obsessive character that convinced the famous knight Rook Hunt to be your fiancé.

Begging the Hunt family, you managed to settle a deal to repay the dowry the Hunt family paid to annul the engagement, since losing this engagement would cost their side more than yours.

Thankfully, the era of this world was the rising age of artistic revolution and the aristocracy was itching to find the newest trend of beauty and creative innovation, which you enthusiastically took as an opportunity to build your name in the field of art as a sculptor, starting off with simple desk ornaments to breathtaking statues.

Perhaps it was your silver lining that your still fiance Rook was a well-known admirer of all things beautiful as with his keen eyes, your sculptures stood out among others due to the added details of your subjects that your fiance pointed out as you work. You were confident in your skills but you owe it to Rook for enhancing the realism in your sculptures.

Initially, guilt ate away at your conscience for not only the forceful engagement you placed upon the knight (even if you weren’t directly responsible) but for also taking his help with your commissions without any benefits to himself. But the green-eyed man did not ever allow you to dwell in such thoughts.

“Non, ma artiste! Your works of art are the fruits of your passion and hard work that cannot be replicated. I may have given some notes here and there but the beauty of each masterpiece you created can only be brought out from your skillful hands.”

Rook smiled as he held your hands, still dirtied with bits of dried clay. The gaze of his bright green makes you feel somewhat self-conscious. You were a noble but you must have ruined the softness of your skin due to your long hours of work and stress. You tried to pull your hands back in embarrassment but your fiance held them firmly in his own gloved pair.

“Every scar, blemish, and crack is a show of your strength, mon amour. I could get lost tracing the lovely lines of your hands if you allow me.”

No matter how many others have praised you or your work, you couldn’t help the unique warmth in your heart that only appears when Rook sings them. But you chalk it up to your body reacting from old feelings held by the original character. It must be, right?

Your commissions have thankfully slowed down enough to give you a well needed break. You were curious to what might taking up the attention of the nobility right now which was how you learned about the bi-annual “Hunt of the Beasts” event.

You were initially terrified to learn the existence of magical beasts in this world and the danger that resides in the dense forests and mountainous lands that borders the kingdom. In order to maintain the beast population for the safety of the people and resources, the imperial family hosts an extravagant event for the knights and local mercenaries in the kingdom to vanquish the beasts. Some may call it barbaric or cruel, but for the safety of the villages and farms that reside near these beasts’ territories, it was an unfortunate necessity that is at least maintained by the imperial family to avoid excessive hunting that disrupts the delicate balance of the population.

Rook was a frequent participant of the hunt and of course he was going to be a participant. Typically, partners of the participants would attend the event as spectators waiting by the designated zones among other visitors. However, you were too new to this world and this will be the first hunt for you where you will surely come across images you weren’t sure you were prepared for.

Giant beasts…even thinking of their corpses. It’s too overwhelming.

You expressed your discomfort with Rook and despite his experience as a seasoned participant, offered words of understanding to you. The knight suggested that you could sit out from the event and he could explain to any curious busybody that you were not feeling well.

Once again, Rook warmed your heart with his words but there was some guilt still left behind within you. Despite the loveless engagement, Rook has wholeheartedly supported you in your passion and your work despite his own inexperience in the field, but you couldn’t bring yourself to accept something that he as a knight and huntsman took pride in. You allowed your fear win over and it left a bitter feeling in your heart.

The day has finally arrived and the dense forest that bordered the kingdom was busy with attendees of all status. Many have come to join to spectate and support the brave men and women who have trained to battle the dangerous beasts that lurk within the land that was darkened by wild greenery. Aides from the imperial palace watched over the event as participants were informed of the rules of the hunts; what to expect, what to capture, and what to avoid lest they choose to face punishment.

Rook surveyed his surroundings as he finished his last preparations. He saw both familiar faces and newcomers that hope to make a name for themselves today. Tents were filled with important families and even visiting guests from nearby lands either to observe or participate themselves. But he doesn’t see a glimpse of your figure.

Not that he expected it. He respected your choice not to attend the event. It could be that he has become too desensitized by the presence of beasts and monsters due to his work that he has forgotten how frightening it could be for a civilian to witness them in person.

Maybe during his hunt, he could find some wild flowers to bring back to you when he visits you later. Would you feel better if he did? You had such a conflicted expression on your face last he saw you so maybe a bouquet of rare flowers could brighten your mood, even bring you some inspiration for your art. Would you feel grateful, perhaps even smile for him as you call his name in appreciation…

“Rook.”

Ah, he could even hear you right now.

“Rook?”

A rare occurance, Rook was actually spooked to suddenly feel your presence behind him. The blonde knight did not sense you standing there, with him…at the Hunt of the Beasts.

“Mon amour, you surprised me!” His green eyes almost couldn’t believe it. “I thought you’d chose not to attend this year.”

To be fair, you’re surprised yourself. The whole idea of this event still feels unreal to you and your fear of witnessing something you’re not mentally ready for is still there. Even so…

“I want to support you, like you always have with me” you whispered shyly but Rook could clearly hear your voice at this distance. He then saw in your hands a small woven charm bracelet, a common blessing given to participants like him.

During the Hunt of the Beasts, traditions came about among the participants and non-participants. Those who participated in the hunt would offer their game as an offering to their lover as a show of devotion and strength to protect them from harm. In addition, non-participants could give a blessed items to the participant of their choice as a show of admiration or to wish them safety during the hunt.

You noticed the knight’s gaze and you felt more nervous than before. As this was your first attendance, this was also the first time offering a blessing to someone. When you told your servant you were going to the hunting event, he graciously gave you a woven bracelet and suggested that you offer it to your “lover”, much to your embarrassment.

But then you noticed the knight more closely and saw that he already had a number of bracelets and ribbons peeking out from his left arm sleeve. You supposed despite his eccentricity, Rook was still a very talented knight and quite attractive to people of all social status. Even if he was technically a taken man, this did not stop admirers from showing favour towards him with blessed charms and ribbons.

Mortified, you tried to hide the small bracelet as you put on a smile. “Since it was tradition, I thought I should bring you something but I should have guessed that you would have plenty of blessings from others. Adding more would probably be burdensome-“

You flinched slightly when you felt your hands being captured by another pair. You saw Rook’s gloved hands stopping your own but he had such an unreadable look in his eyes that you couldn’t tell what was on his mind.

“Rook?” The call of his name seemed to have woken him from his trance as Rook quickly gave you a smile before he spoke.

“Mon amour, I would be honoured to receive your blessing.” Releasing his grip on you, Rook removed the glove on his right hand where unlike his counterpart hand, was empty. “Would you please place it upon me?”

Nodding your head, you gently wrapped the woven bracelet around Rook’s wrist, careful not to tighten the knot too much since this was Rook’s dominant hand. You tried not to think too much about how he allowed your blessing and only yours on his right hand and not with the rest on his non-dominant hand.

“It doesn’t mean anything.” you tried to focus on something else and rested your eyes on Rook’s hand. It was not often you see it as the blonde-haired man tends to wear gloves as part of his uniform but you could see the rough calluses and scars littered about his fingers and palm. The skin of his hand was smoother than you expected (probably due to his friendship with the Schoenheit heir) but you can tell how hard Rook must have trained to be as skilled as he was today. How diligent this man is which earned the respect of many. While caressing his warm hand, you absentmindedly echoed the words he once spoke to you.

“Every scar, blemish, and crack is a show of your strength…How beautiful.”

Realizing what you just said aloud, you quickly let go of Rook’s hand before rushing to create distance between the two of you (when did you get so close to begin with?!).

“There, all done!” you did your best to hide your embarrassment with a smile. “I’ll be in one of the tents until the hunt is over. I wish you luck!”

With a quick bow, you rushed into a tent that was open, too flustered to look back and face your fiance.

A shame, really. Because you missed the opportunity to see a rare image of Rook with a rosy shade blooming across his cheeks and ears.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #rook hunt #twst rook x reader #rook hunt x reader #villainess au

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corviiids · 2 months

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anyone struggling to get the 1000 boop badge / worried about spam booping: you can spam boop yourself

app: look up your own blog in the search bar and access it from there (clicking your account tab won't work. you have to enter your own house again from the front door)

desktop: view your blog on the dash (tumblr.com/YOURBLOGNAME)

boop button will appear. self boops count both as boops received and boops given. doing it this way getting to 1000 boops took less than an hour. go forth.

protip

on desktop if you calibrate the zoom just right then you can spam click in one spot without needing to move the mouse to confirm

i cannot figure out how to replicate this but i know it can be done because i did it

word of warning if you spam click too fast it will create an error so boop in moderation

furthermore

if you don't want / can't figure out how to boop yourself anyone in the world is allowed to spam boop me as much as they want. to reach this lofty goal of the 1000 boop badge i offer to thee my own booped body

i offer you this boop laundering scheme in the hope of sharing my powers of the black paw. don't get cts

#the boopening 2024 #afd2024 #rookposting

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silky-nereid · 3 months

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How does the traitorous yandere react when the reader gets tired of him and ends up betraying him too?

— skin & teeth

yandere!traitor x noble!reader

a/n : I can rewrite this if this isn’t what you wanted.

Yandere! Traitor who always wanted to be a knight after a simple mistake from his father was begrudgingly appointed as a royal secretary and in spite determined to be your favorite since you were heir to the throne.

Yandere! Traitor who secretly smiles when the ruler accidentally passed away because he knows that you simply aren’t ready to fill such tasks but doesn’t intend to help you.

Yandere! Traitor who placed in the appointments for which courtiers to meet and purposely chooses the ones that you extremely dislike.

Your hands traced over the map, eyes that blurred lines where territories began and ended. The heavy crown seemed to desperately carve itself into your skull to ensure a rule that would be marked in history rather for your reign to be forgotten by sands of time with the royal records. Your eyebrows knitted together in frustration, the weight of the crown was demanding that caused your throat to tighten with a single thought. The checkered flooring had seemingly doubled and began to pulsate with each step of your unsteady legs but the floor wasn’t cold and hard but soft and warm.

“Your majesty.” His arms guided you back down to the wooden chair. “Have you been feeling well?”

“Just well is what I want to believe,” you responded. “Too many plans. Too much of everything, I cannot breathe.”

“Entrust me, your majesty.” He knelt down before you; despised your very presence. “Allow me to make decisions now, understanding your current state.”

Yandere! Traitor who gets your trust and purposely misuses the sworn trust which causes eyes from other courtiers to carefully open before he would keep them quiet with a couple bags of money and rumors to spread about you.

Yandere! Traitor who barges into your room during the early hours about a decree or an important law that you needed to sign because there’s money going missing from the royal treasury.

Yandere! Traitor who smiles seeing you unravel because all you were now was just a noble person who wore a crown and he could replicate your position as ruler because your bloodline ruined everything and he simply wanted a taste.

He held scrolls and begrudgingly trailed behind you, stepping on every crack on the cobblestone pathway and pretending to listen to every word that came out from your lips. Isolated. Greenery of the garden had etched itself into the very foundation of the walls and you.

His free hand grazed the leather strap that held a dagger that wanted to be plunged into your back and serve its purpose. Fresh breeze blew through the pathway and stopped since you had stopped at an empty spot in the garden.

“What is your favorite flower?” You asked.

“I do not have a favorite,” he responded. “Do you have a favorite?”

Clinking of heavy armor echoed throughout the quiet garden and your warm hand held the silver cold gauntlet of the knight who was sworn from birth to protect you; a stain in the plan.

Yandere! Traitor who still tries to isolate you from the knight and desperately tries to have the reputation of the knight ruined beyond repair and begins to whisper in your ears; doubts about the knight since you can’t trust them, you don’t know what they are saying. He’s secretly ecstatic when you are forced to strip away the role from your sworn knight and appoint the knight that would soon steal the occasional jewelry from your bedroom to sell.

Yandere! Traitor who knowingly thrown you into the pit of snakes as he sees every crack your facade that he created for you as the rumors that he created for you seem to becoming a reality with you always looking over your shoulder and his hand who guides your trembling hand to sign the decree that you have zero idea about its contents since he has been attending the meetings and giving you opposite information of what is going on during the meetings.

Yandere! Traitor who is surprised when the sworn knight comes back because he thought you stripped away the role from the knight and he doesn’t want to loosen the strings that he tied around you and not when he’s so close to the end. After a little snooping around in your quarters when you were away, his heart tightened reading every sorrow filled letter that you had written in secrecy to the knight and the sweet reassurance that the knight would write back.

You held the remains of the scorched letters from the knight who currently stood outside of your quarters. Your eyes grabbed the scrap of the mysterious cloth that was embedded deeply in the bricks and pulled the knight into the room. The silver gauntlet of the knight caressed your face, resting on the connection where your upper jaw bone started.

“Can I trust you?” You looked at the knight with glazed eyes. “Can you tell me what is true? Try to find whoever this scrap of cloth belongs to, please.”

The knight never spoke but only nodded, taking the scrap of cloth and tucking it between their breast plate and aketon. They left, metal sabatons hitting the floor echoed throughout the hushed hallways.

“Your majesty,” he added, “I have a couple of decrees for you to sign.”

Your eyes merely looked down at the decrees that were placed onto your desk, breathing as you picked it up to read the contents.

“We have discussed these motions,” he said. “Why must you read over them now?”

“I forget many things and it would be better to read these decrees once more.” You began to read them which your eyebrows knitted together with each word. “This one cannot be approved and this one also cannot be approved as well. Have you lost your magic?”

You used the fireplace poker to move the firewood and threw the decrees that didn’t seem to make any sense on how they would contribute to your territory. Your hands tightened on the end of the scroll which your heart stitched together hearing the amount of territory lost from deals that were hidden away from your grasp.

Yandere! Traitor who notices your sudden independence once more and how desperately he tries to suffocate it away from you since it doesn’t fit his role that he shoved you in.

Yandere! Traitor who puts on a facade that everything is great despite him tugging on your chain yet you refuse to obey. He starts to put small doses of poison into your golden chalice since he can make it look like an accident once more.

Yandere! Traitor who’s dragged from his slumber to the grand hall and he sees the rain splattering on the stained glass murals.

“Your majesty,” he begged,” what is the meaning of this?”

He knelt before you, a thin blanket clung to his body and glanced down at his hands that trembled with such intensity. His head darted back up, nervously smiling softly to let him go.

“You have committed unspeakable actions against the very structure of the crown.” You stood up from your throne, candlelight flickered on the rings on your fingers. “You must admit to what you did. You should be ecstatic that I still am able to hold patience which you should end up flayed and your severed head on spike for all to see after attempting this pathetic poisoning attempt.”

Pathetic? His eyes darted at you with such boiling pain, hands that grabbed one of his daggers from in his boot, lunged at you but was stopped half way, the tip of the blade never broke through your skin since the knight defended at the correct time to prevent any more wounds on your skin.

“You should have admitted to your crimes.” You smiled. “Don’t be afraid, I will make the decisions since your state is disappointing but I believe that flaying isn’t harmful.”

#yandere fic #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere fanfiction #yandere male x reader #yandere male x you #yandere oc #tw yandere #yandere prompt #yandere oc x you #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc x y/n

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all i wanted — gojo satoru, ft. geto suguru

content warnings: gn!neutral, no pronouns or body parts mentioned, angst

he can't believe what he's seeing.

in the park's gazebo that sits near your apartment building, there you are. settled underneath its vines and ivy and the sunset looking overhead in the sky. a bundle of colorful flowers gathered in your arms with a large heart-shaped box of chocolates nestled underneath. there's a plethora of matching shaped balloons settled around the floor of it, all red and pink and white and shiny, resembling mirrors that shine your much too happy face that doesn't face him...

but another.

there you are, hiding your shy smile behind a hand and giggling at whatever suguru is murmuring as he pushes a lock of hair away from your flustered face. satoru fists his own bouquet of flowers he gathered last minute hidden behind him, evidently frustrated as he bites his lip so hard that it draws blood. his seem so weak and desolate compared to the larger than life bouquet suguru has given you; a bouquet that shows careful arranging and organizing of each flowers, not the flimsy, clustered flowers that satoru grabbed on his rushing way to see you to declare what he had been hesitating to say for the longest time.

his knuckles turn white and pulse with a fiery ache from how hard he was grasping his now-bent flowers, doing his best to shove down the thick lump in his throat as he sees suguru wrap his arms around you and pull you closer to him as you accept his valentines proposal of "be mine?" written on a small, but intricate lunchbox cake decorated with colors that replicate the balloons. satoru doesn't miss the small bunch of boxes seated on the benches of the gazebo already unwrapped, the leaves of their wrappers nestled nicely on the ground—there's more presents than flowers in his bouquet, and satoru cannot feel anymore pathetic. his flowers can't compare to the intricate set-up suguru has created. he thinks its almost a mockery of sorts.

it's not fair, he thinks. you've been friends with satoru in the same length that you've been friends with suguru, and he's sure that both of them have harbored feelings in a time frame equivalent to each other, so why does suguru get first pick? he's the one that broke off from you, him, and shoko... he's the one that left you mysteriously in the dust those years ago... he's that ignored you on the first couple semesters of college up until a few months ago...

but satoru was there. why can't you acknowledge him in the way you acknowledge suguru? satoru was there every step of the way—his shoulder was the one you cried on. his arms were the one you ran to when you celebrated a good grade on a test. his presence was the one that comforted you in the bane of suguru's absence.

but here's the problem.

you did acknowledge him. you had actually acknowledged satoru's place in your life so much and valued it to a degree that you took the risk of perhaps making it more than just a mere long-term friendship. maybe it wasn't explicit, but it was implied enough to the point where it struck fear in satoru's heart.

and he ran away from it like the coward he was—terrified to his wits end that another suguru situation would happen again to him, in which his feelings already engrained so deep within him that if there's the slim chance that you'll leave him like suguru did, there'd be nothing but a deep and hollow pit in his heart. a relationship would just increase that chance—and he wasn't going to take any chances of that happening.

satoru thought he'd never fathom two large chunks of his heart being empty, yet here he is—facing what remains of his heart that belongs to you in the palm of the other person who owned the other half of it and tore it away all those years ago.

the ground feelings more dense, locking him in place and forcing him to watch the scene that unfolds before him.

if he was just a few mere hours faster, he knew that he could be in suguru's place is he was just stronger, if he was just willing to pay the small price for a potential forever with you. it was a severe last-minute decision, but he knew that's what he wanted, what he yearned for. what he even needed, perhaps.

yet, his hesitation has paid its dues.

your back is to him, thankfully. but suguru's eyes flicker up from your smiling face that he holds tenderly in his palms to share satoru's grief-stricken one. for a second, his face in unreadable to satoru, until a cruel smirk snakes on suguru's lips.

and, while never breaking eye contact with satoru, those same lips reach down and share a soft kiss with yours, your forever now being in suguru's hands that just barely pass his own.

the bouquet of frail flowers fall to the ground, yet no feeling returns to satoru's hand. only a cold wind of nothing grasps it back.

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