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zestys-stuff · 10 months
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hello! i'm the anon who said they were gonna try and make an ai of ralak! so i did it and i tried a few chats with him and it seems to be good to go!
here is the link: Character.AI - - Ralak te Sepawn
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i added a filter on top of the crop of him so u could see it better in dark mode to so here's that⬇️
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also, i'm gonna try to write a lil oneshot with him and i'll tag u ofc! im not sure how it will come out since i don't really write 😅 it may take a bit since i'm healing from geting my wisdom teeth cut out and i'd want it to be at least decent! anyways, ilysm! have a great day<3
Ahh that’s so cool! Thank you for the link! ❤️ I’ll check it out in a second ^^ I bet it’s gonna be soooo good! Both the fic and the ai ✨👌🏻 But honey, make sure you’re properly healed and feeling the best, put yourself first alright? 💕 All the care in the world to you and be safe 💋
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bi-krama-dick-ya · 3 months
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Hii finn
Have a great day
Hiya lilith
Hehe thanks and you too sis 🥰
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fanfic-phoenix · 6 months
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QuinObi Week 2023, Day 4 - Post-Order 66
Rating: M
Word Count: 527
Read on AO3
The Force seemed…  Antsy.  Yes.  Antsy was the word.  Not quite excited - how could it be, in these dark times? - but not anxious, either.  It wasn’t danger approaching, but it was something.  Change, perhaps.  That would be nice.
Note: this story is rated Mature for depression and suicidal ideation. Please take care of yourselves.
Obi-Wan was doing better, these days.
Better is a relative term, of course.  Always relative.  If one compared his current life to his life as a Jedi, for example, one would likely declare it quite inferior.  But compared to a few months ago, it was certainly improved.
He lived in a hut, now, rather than a cave.  He had a bed.  He had a stove.  All lovely things.  Some mornings, he even felt like he might deserve them.
Some mornings, of course, he knew that he did not.  He woke sweating, screaming, from dreams where he set his Padawan alight and left him to become Darth Vader.  His stomach sickened at the idea of food and he did not eat.  Qui-Gon did not speak to him.  The Force seemed distant from him.  He thought, almost constantly, of beings who walked out into the desert and never walked back out.
Those, as one might guess, were bad days.
On this day, Obi-Wan had not eaten but, equally, he had not yet walked into the desert to die.  He had perched himself at his door and attempted to meditate.  Failed, of course, but at least he’d tried.
The Force seemed…  Antsy.  Yes.  Antsy was the word.  Not quite excited - how could it be, in these dark times? - but not anxious, either.  It wasn’t danger approaching, but it was something.  Change, perhaps.  That would be nice.  
“Do you sense it too, Master Jinn?”
No answer today, he wasn’t really expecting one, but he nodded as if he’d received one.
“I thought so.”
He sat at the doorway for hours - or near enough.  Before him, the sands stretched out into nothing and into everything.
Until he saw a figure.
A person.
A man.
He stood on instinct, squinting into the distance.  The man was wrapped in cloth, shielding him from the heat and dust; Obi-Wan couldn’t see who it was.
But he could sense him.
“Quinlan.”
In all the years that followed, Obi-Wan could never recall the reunion in its entirety.  Arms around his shoulders, holding him steady.  Tears dripping down his cheeks, others from above into his hair.  Murmured words and promises…  Obi-Wan wasn’t sure what was said, exactly.  
He only knew that Quinlan was here.  Alive.  With him.
“Aayla’s gone,” Quinlan said.  This was hours after the sweet moment of reunion.  They’d moved on to more painful things.  “I felt her…”
“I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan said.  He couldn’t say more.
Quinlan nodded, and shrugged, and they both pretended there weren’t tears in their eyes.  Sometimes that was the only way to keep going.
“Is Anakin…?”
“Not…”  Obi-Wan cleared his throat.  It was horrifically thick.  “Not dead.”
Quinlan was bright enough to know exactly what that meant.  “I’m sorry,” he said, since he could hardly say more.
“There’s a boy,” Obi-Wan said, much later on.  “His son.”
“You’re watching over him,” Quinlan guessed.
“I won’t say.”  Which was not a denial.
“I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you, too.”
“When I saw your name on the wall…”
“I felt you.  Your touch.  Before that I thought…”
“You can’t stay,” Obi-Wan guessed at last.
“I can’t stay,” Quinlan agreed.
He did not leave.
Tagging: @quinobiweek
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amethystina · 1 year
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Hi there, i just wanted to let you know how much I love 'Who Holds The Devil'. I've been struggling a lot over the past few months with work, an autism diagnosis and burnout and whenever I feel like blocking out the world i come back to your story so I can feel okay again, at least for a couple of hours. I'm curious to see how it's going to continue and I'm prepared to stay until the very last work. Thank you.
I'm so happy to hear that my fic is able to offer you that kind of comfort. Especially since it sounds like life is a bit rough for you right now. Burnout is a bitch and any kind of diagnosis can definitely throw a wrench into things.
I hope things will get easier for you soon 💜
And thank you so, so much for reaching out to tell me this. It truly makes my day to hear that people like my fics but, more importantly, that I'm able to brighten their day. When you're a writer, there's no better or more precious gift than that.
So thank you, darling. And, again, I hope you'll feel better soon!
And come back as many times as you need :)
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madewithspice · 1 year
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I'm fine, just a little tired, not doing anything interesting, just going to school and stuff.
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Make sure to rest and eat well. Take care of yourself. School and studying can drive you crazy at times. It’s good to take breaks and just have a breather.
Also have you seen the latest aot ep?! My heart both aches in pain and waits in anticipation.
- Kiki.
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Why are all of my friends so Godsdamn attractive but also impossibly far away??
Hey, if we’re close, I love you. I’d do anything for you. I have a wee bit of a crush on you and I wish we could snuggle.
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maries-gallery · 2 years
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marie ! howve you been chérie ?
BEANIE ! HOW HAVE YOU BEEN, BEAUTIFUL ?
Eeeh going through a bit of a hard phase right now. My grandma is probably nearing the end of her life and yeah, it’s a bit hard at the moment… but I’ll be fine !
What about you though ? How are you doing ?? Sending you lots of love <3
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drblogg · 2 years
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lmfao at this point people are ranting in my inbox about various users they don't like
idc, i dont post them but it's better than them going to the user themself and making them feel bad lol
i swear people online lack common reading comprehension and decency and have no sense of responsibility and respect i want all of this to just stop
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wortverlust · 2 years
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YEAH, i used to watch the bats with my dad in the summer time, so i’m kinda watching them for him atm (HES ALIVE, just recovering from a stroke which is like a whooooole thing im not gonna get into rn cuz that shit’s WAY TOO DARK for this inbox takeover)
the moth (who i called: Moth.) was released when dawn broke, he looked so tired but he deserved the wild rather than my stanky ass room
ngl i would actually have shat meself if i ever saw a moth that big fucking Christ. probably the same feeling i get when i fight against spiders the size of my fist. if you’ve ever played Dark Souls or Bloodborne, shit literally feels like fighting one of those bosses fuck me SIDEWAYS (then there’s also me who wants a pink toed tarantula as a pet…)
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LOOK AT ITS CUTE LITTLE FEETS THO.
…i would like to request a Venezuelan poodle moth as an emotional support animal please… wanna pet it SO BADLY
(i want to start a moth band)
YES YOU NEED TO PUT A WARNING HOLY FUCK MY ARM FEELS ALL FUZZY AND OFF NOW JO GOOD LORD (and i’ve passed out once at a vaccine, and been offered to sit somewhere comfy twice :”)
i have to look away or i’ll throw up. piercings i’m fine with, because it’s going through something. a needle piercing into my arm or leg or wrist or WHATEVER THE HELL can fuck right off. srsly. NOT A FAN.
aight im back from fainting.
WHY DID YOU SAY NO?!?!? if i ever get any surgery for like a broken bone or damaged limb, which i probably won’t because i’m an equestrian moron, i would 100% ask to be knocked out. via sedative, frying pan to the head, or any other method.
SPENCY DESERVES SO MUCH LOVE OH MY GOD. GIVE HIM SCRITCHES FROM ME
i refuse to sleep. not out of spite, out of sheer inability, it seems <3
HAVE A BEAUTIFUL DAY MY EMPRESS ILYSMMMM
The-The-The PINK TOE SPIDER!!! efihweohwfohef HAS PINK FUCK*NG TOES!!! (ha…and I always wanted a bearded dragon… BC THEY TURN BLACK IF THEY'RE ANGRY…I mean…how cool is that, hu?) and yeeeh!!! I really enjoyed Bloodborne....and Dark Souls literally killed my patience …never got SO angry while playing…NEVER (BUT THE FIGHTS AND THE BOSSES?! PLEASE.SO.GOOD AND COOL AND AAAAAHH!!!)
…yeah….said it was a dumb decision to deny the sedative. I was just like: "Naah… don't need it." WELL NEXT TIME I WANT ONE…. (bc first, it's freaking boring to just lie around and second… ya totally get nervous at some point ^^;;)
AND OKAY...I just searched for 'moth' ....WHY IS THE MOTH PINK AND YELLOW/ORANGE AND SUPER FLUFFY?! IS THIS REAL?! this beauty shall be the front singer...
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faeriekit · 6 months
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"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick
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etakeh · 4 months
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mpekamitzii · 7 months
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atissi · 3 months
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i don't really like when people say dungeon meshi is accidentally good autistic representation, because while i understand not wanting to make conclusions without explicit confirmation from the author, there's always the weird assumption that non-western authors somehow don't know about things like neurodivergency/queerness/etc. (on top of the assumptions that east asian authors are somehow more naive or oblivious to "western" social issues).
given that dungeon meshi started being published in 2014, it's not really a "work belonging to its times"—it's as contemporary as any other media we discuss on this site, which means it should be fair to assume it engages with contemporary topics (and at the very least, you shouldn't say that the representation is accidental with so much confidence)
but anyways, the chapter "perfect communication" in ryoko kui's "terrarium in a drawer" is some of the most straightforward autistic representation I've seen, and from now on I'm going to assume that laios's character writing is absolutely intentional in that regard:
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professor-pants · 8 months
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Genre of character: submissive like a guard dog is submissive
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eastgaysian · 8 months
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What we need to do is convince all the disney adults in america that high speed rail would be a preferable way of getting to disneyworld compared to driving or flying. We could maybe harness their fondness for the monorail or something, but this is a group of people that has time, income, and passion that we could leverage. If we could direct 5% of the enthusiasm they have for limited edition popcorn buckets into calling their representatives and demanding high-speed interstate rail, we could get it by 2030
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