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inkskinned · 1 year

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the rise of AI art isn't surprising to us. for our entire lives, the attitude towards our skills has always been - that's not a real thing. it has been consistently, repeatedly devalued.

people treat art - all forms of it - as if it could exist by accident, by rote. they don't understand how much art is in the world. someone designed your home. someone designed the sign inside of your local grocery store. when you quote a character or line from something in media, that's a line a real person wrote.

"i could do that." sure, but you didn't. there's this joke where a plumber comes over to a house and twists a single knob. charges the guy 10k. the guy, furious, asks how the hell the bill is so high. the plumber says - "turning the knob was a dollar. the knowledge is the rest of the money."

the trouble is that nobody believes artists have knowledge. that we actively study. that we work hard, beyond doing our scales and occasionally writing a poem. the trouble is that unless you are already framed in a museum or have a book on a shelf or some kind of product, you aren't really an artist. hell, because of where i post my work, i'll never be considered a poet.

the thing that makes you an artist is choice. the thing that makes all art is choice. AI art is the fetid belief that art is instead an equation. that it must answer a specific question. Even with machine learning, AI cannot make a choice the way we can - because the choices we make have always been personal, complicated. our skills cannot be confined to "prompt and execution." what we are "solving" isn't just a system of numbers - it is how we process our entire existence. it isn't just "2 and 2 is 4", it's staring hard at the numbers and making the four into an alligator. it's rearranging the letters to say ow and it is the ugly drawing we make in the margin.

at some point, you will be able to write something by feeding my work into a machine. it will be perfectly legible and even might sound like me. but a machine doesn't understand why i do these things. it can be taught preferences, habits, statistical probability. it doesn't know why certain vowels sound good to me. it doesn't know the private rules i keep. it doesn't know how to keep evolving.

"but i want something to exist that doesn't exist yet." great. i'm glad you feel creative. go ahead and pay a fucking artist for it.

this is all saying something we all already knew. the sad fucking truth: we have to die to remind you. only when we're gone do we suddenly finally fucking mean something to you. artists are not replicable. we each genuinely have a skill, talent, and process that makes us unique. and there's actual quiet power in everything we do.

#also pay plumbers more. and electricians. and other devalued occupations #idk that this makes sense #but im like #people being so fucking pleased with themselves about the fact they can ''fake'' art #n im like #sure #but what if we stop making things for you huh #what if we stop giving u this stuff anymore #what happens to ur ai art? does it keep growing? does it keep making choices?#why do u need to see us as machines?#''i want X to exist but i don't have the skill to do it''#okay spend literally years of your life studying #''i don't want to do that''#okay pay someone who DID do that #''no i don't think it's a real skill''#okay so. YOU can't do it. and a LOT of people can't do it. but you think WE should be able to?#FOR FREE?#either it has value or it dont baby make up ur OWN mind #btw studying here is not used academically. i think if ur like. constantly knitting.#thats studying #do u spend hours reading and find urself taking notes and learning about writing #ur studying #do you follow other artists and spend a lot of your time trying new things (even unsuccessfully)#that's also studying #etc #was weird to write this thing about choices and then be like. wait why DO i like that

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corgifruityart · 2 years

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balds him balds him balds him balds him balds him

#submas #ingo #nobori #meme #saw the tweet here on tumblr and knew exactly what to do #its ugly n rushed please don't mind it too much JADNKNF #!! THIS IS A DRAW OVER AND NOT A REAL PRODUCT. PLEASE DON'T ACT 'SMART'. ITS ALL FUN AND GAMES. THANKS !!#1k

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guromaws · 3 months

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(id in alt - do not repost - Deno: he/woof/they belongs to @powderseas)

"She's seen all the classics, she knows every line Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink, even Saint Elmo's Fire She rocked out to Wham!, not a big Limp Bizkit fan Thought she'd get a hand on a member of Duran Duran"

"1985" - Bowling for Soup

#[🌃] Other's OCs #@ powderseas HOPE U DON'T MIND THE TAG thought you would appreciate knowing it's posted here :'D #LYRICS CHOSEN CUZ OF THE SQUILF PLUSHHHHH and cuz ive had it stuck in my head on n off #artists on tumblr #artists of tumblr #digital art #digital artist #furry artist #furry #anthro #anthro furry #furry oc #canine furry

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crow-quills · 6 months

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Nightmare's Grace

Misuta (Ghost in the Machine)/Reader

Summary: Nightmares have become a familiarity to you, though that doesn't mean they're any easier to deal with. Misuta finds his own way to distract you from your frayed nerves late one night.

Trigger Warning(s): None

Rating: T, SFW

Word Count: 1,476

Notes: Ghost in the Machine and Misuta both belong to @venomous-qwille. Some may already be familiar with this piece if you're in the discord server.

You'd lost track of the time long ago from when you first checked it after being wrenched from the tangled grasp of a nightmare. The clock's numbers that had once seared itself into your mind when you first checked your phone was nothing more than a bleary remnant chased away by the steady throbbing behind your temples.

You couldn't say for sure just what drove you from your slumber, only having a vague recollection of a nightmare that once dug its icy claws into your mind. A fading memory turning to nothing more than a ghost, faint and wisping out of your grasp like smoke whenever you try to grab it.

Chasing it is a lost cause at this point though it doesn't negate the dread that has lodged itself in your gut like lead - heavy and unsettling.

Hunched over the kitchen table you try to dislodge the lingering, unnerving feeling within your body from something it can't even remember. At the very least the dim lighting of the kitchen doesn't aggravate the pain blooming within your head, though it doesn't soothe it much either. Eyes screwed shut, you raise a hand to card through your hair with a steadying breath, contemplating whether you should call it a night or bid any further rest goodbye and get to work.

"What are you doing up, Hoshiko?" Misuta's soft voice draws you out of your deliberation. The moon themed animatronic lingering within the kitchen doorway with the fur of his hood shadowing his face. Startling magenta eyes staring at you from beneath it, softened with a mix of confusion and concern.

His eyes flick over your form for a minute, hunched at the table and abandoned drink beside you. Biting your cheek for a moment, you break the gaze you shared with the bot as you shift uncomfortably. "Couldn't sleep," a weak excuse even to your ears as you try to ignore the way Misuta's examination sends a prickle down your spine.

The quiet thud of heavy booted feet sound out and grow closer as he steps further into the kitchen to come up behind you. A hand finds the center of your upper back, resting against it in a barely there touch, as if worried you'd startle from anything heavier. Gingerly, after a brief moment you can feel his thumb move, rubbing circles into clothed flesh. He's silent now, but you're well aware he's watching you carefully.

A broad palm presses further into your back a coolness seeps through the fabric of your shirt and serves as a balm on your frayed nerves more than you'd care to admit. "Restlessness or bad dreams?" Concern bleeds into his tone and stands out amongst the softness of his voice as he finally shatters the temporary lull.

Resisting the urge to cringe at how close to the mark he was you simply shrug though the motion isn't enough to dislodge his hand.

"It's nothing to worry about, I'll be fine." You don't want to look back at him, to see whatever expression may have etched itself upon his face. Staring into your forgotten tea, you opt to study the liquid instead as your tongue presses against the back of your teeth. His thumb stutters in its measured movements, telling you enough about what he thinks of your attempt to dance around the subject of whatever ails you.

For a heartbeat of a moment, worry bites at your mind that he'll probe further on the subject. Instead the questioning never comes as he simply slides his hand up to the right to clasp your shoulder. A tender squeeze follows the gesture as he mumbles something that you don't quite catch, but can only assume it's meant to be comforting.

At least, you hope it is.

Not knowing what to do with your hands you grab your abandoned cup, fingers wrapping around it tighter than you intended. Drawing it to your lips you try not to grimace as the liquid graces your tongue, the warmth having fled from it long ago.

"I'm alright, I promise," your own reassurance sounds almost fake, even to you, as the cup is lowered back onto the table with a solid sounding clink.

A noise resonates within the voice box of your companion, one you can't quite place the emotions behind, as his hand suddenly draws away. A phantom trail is left behind as his fingers linger longer than needed when he pulls away. Rolling back your shoulders, you sit up straighter now trying to compose yourself from the half curled position you once were in.

You intend to dismiss yourself, to evade and hide from any further questioning on just what drew you down here in the middle of the night. However, the sight of a familiar hand held out in offering, filling your peripheral vision, catches you off guard and gives you pause.

Misuta's palm held out and upturned in an offer you're unsure the intention of. Glancing up at his face to read his expression, you see only a soft look of encouragement which is enough to spur you into action.

Placing your hand in his - almost dwarfed in his hold - his fingers curl to fully clutch yours with a surprising amount of delicacy behind the action. Gently, he guides you up to stand without a hint of hesitation in his movement as his free hand moves to your hip, grasping it lightly. The closeness of his body combined with the strangely intimate feel of his touch baits a heat to rise to your face and causes your gaze to drop away from him.

"Look at me, Hoshiko," imploring and soft, the hand he once clutched your own with slips free in favor of rising up. A knuckle comes to lightly tap the bottom of your chin in an attempt to draw your attention once more. The draw of him and the action is hard to ignore. Without thinking you find yourself lifting your head to meet magenta eyes softening at the bone deep tiredness you know must show on your face.

Content, his hand moves to cup your cheek as the pad of his thumb swipes beneath your eye. Gentle as it tugs at the skin, mindful of his claws, tracing the darkness underlining it as worry pinches the corners of his mouth. "You're not getting enough rest."

The worry laced within his tone sparks a defensiveness within you that's spitting like an irate cat. Protest bubbles up in your throat, though its quickly smothered as the hand at your face shifts to swipe a stray hair out of the way. Claws gently grazing against your heated skin as he follows the shape of your face to the curve of your ear.

Mapping out a path as cool digits trail down along your neck, faint and light as he grazes over your pulse, skimming over your shoulder and down your arm. Tentatively, his fingers press into your palm as they slide down to interlock your fingers. Palm against palm, he draws your arm up to bend at the elbow - held out to the side.

The hand at your hip moves, sliding along to curl at your back, resting against the small of it in a brace. His hold, sturdy and pulling you tighter against his form, but with enough give to allow you the freedom to slip out of it. "It's just us, you're safe with me," his voice low and warm, the consolation accompanied by a gentle squeeze of your entwined hands.

He takes a moment to scan over you in search of something - what exactly you're not sure of - but he seems to find it quickly. Tucked against him Misuta steps back with you in tow, not seeming to mind the brief stumble you experience with the sudden movement. Jacket sleeves swaying with the motion, he moves slowly as he guides the two of you back a few steps before moving forward again.

A dance, you come to realize as a hum rumbles from his voice box, a slow tune you can't quite place. Slow steps bringing you around into a circle following his voice as he keeps you steady.

It's a distraction, you know it is.

His own attempt at pulling your mind away from whatever troubles you no matter how unknown it is to him, however it's one you'll indulge in for now. Falling into the rhythmic pattern he sets is easy to do with little worry as you tuck your head against his chest. The melodic hum of his voice box echoing against your ear in a mingled noise of the quiet ticks and clicks of the mechanics hidden within his chassis.

An idle thought of comparing it to a lullaby flicks through your head as he takes you into another turn.

#crow's pen #ghost in the machine #misuta moon #misuta gitm #misuta x reader #gitm y/n #regular tags outta the way time for actual blog organization #au content #au: ghost in the machine #gitm: misuta #ship: y/n x misuta #if you read this far hi don't mind me possibly working on posting my drabbles here #no guarantees everything will end up here but might as well start with this one since I'm the most proud of it #queueing this then scampering away to forget that I posted it lmao #also if anyone asks its rated T mainly just cause of the nature of gitm

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drawbauchery · 7 months

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(The thing on Chihiros neck isn’t nsfw it’s referencing why he’s so afraid of Byakuya :3 I just think scars/markings of the killing games are cool-)

..........ohhh

oh i looooove that idea

#summerfelloff #now in color #bus au #chihiro fujisaki #makoto naegi #byakuya togami #FOR the record i'm a n/sfw artist so like.#if adults here wanna make suggestive references in their colored art or whatever #i don't mind slfknd #but back on topic. cuz this #this is....*MWAH*#physical angst for my tiny boy #a reminder of his CORPSE being POSED #AND I SEE THOSE FRECKLES

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itsahotminuteinbetween · 5 months

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something something y/n carries a gun in their basket just in case

@sunnyinajar , hope you don't mind my lil assumption about your y/n's character! My bro showed me a meme and it reminded me of your au, and you said they defended themselves against BloodMoon and I kinda got a biiiit carried away...

I imagine little red reader hood has probably encountered dangers before and felt the need to defend themselves, and while I feel like a crossbow would be more appropriate for them, those aren't exactly easy to come by these days.

(ignore the fact that handguns don't fire off like that, I never claimed to be realistic...and the extremely blurred background, it was very low-effort, sorry...and the fact that their right hand is entirely non-existent...)

(small bonus that I kinda had to add:)

#sorry to bother #don't mind me #crappy doodles #not my au #sorry it took so long to push out #i had a lot of assignments and couldn't really get to it for a lil while #anyways here's this #it wasn't as much as I hyped it up to be sorry #still tho!#your au is AMAZING and it's such a cool idea and i love love love asking questions and getting to read your responses #love the idea of a y/n that fights on the offense

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cecedownbad · 8 months

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Warmth

Summary: A mystery man stumbled on to you, his gestures alone changing the dim scenery into a bright fantasy. [Spencer Ried x GN! Reader] CM meet cute (or not) Challenge by @imagining-in-the-margins

Prompt: Characters both duck for cover under the same tiny storefront when it starts pouring.

Warnings: No Y/N, fluff, I actually do not know how many research papers this man has read but I guessed. This is just so fluffy it had me smiling as I wrote it, I got a little carried away though, not proof read but I will do that later.

Word Count: 2.2k

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The dim sky, like that of a faulty light bulb in a room that held photographs, locked away with a key lost to time. All that was bright now despondent to many, the sudden crystal like shine of streets drove away the few that knew staying any longer would cause a soaking mess and a cold to care for after.

Did that ever stop you from pacing by the side walk? With shoes scraping the fallen fire like leaves, a sign of a need for comfort and warmth. The ground wafting off a smell that should be telling enough for you to take cover but time was never one to wait.

Scraps of paper, terribly crumpled simply from agitation, held up to the very corners of your hands held largely a final draft of an assignment, meant to land on the Dean's desk this morning. This was the reason for due ignorance of the foretold scene yet to pass. Be it the wailing hums of the wind, or the dreary clouds, heavy with their low rumbles, much less a warning, more so a threat to parade a flood down the barren streets.

Then one fell.

Then another.

Every touch to the skin made you shiver, every drop ran down the outline of your face, tracing a path of yet another endless stream of worries. Shifting over, your hands shoved the sheets into the backpack you wore, a bag that now held evidence of lost sleep.

Squinted eyes now looking for cover, a refuge before the entirety of the flood gates open. Then, your eyes landed over a small, plainly described, old candy store. It had just the worn down, crooked, awning meant to cover you for the remainder of the downpour.

The store had worn down colours painted over the sides of the entrance, now locked with a chain rusted, abandoned to the elements. Though it did have an air of remembrance, a sudden haunt of the past had crossed you. It no longer had a sweet fragrance of chocolate, the twists of gummies or the sour rock candies. You'd stepped closer to the door, eyeing the cash register that must have seen better days, shelfs and boxes now empty, dust settling to fill in the air. It was displeasing to see the forgotten but whatever comes next should clear in a new sight to witness.

All that nostalgia popped, to the sound of sudden splashing, much like feet scurrying, heavy with each sound. Your head on a pivot, caught sight of the source, a person, one who looked like they too needed shelter from the rain. It was the direction said person had walked in that caused your initial frown, they wanted to take cover right where you stood. Of course, the tiny awning was perfect for a company of two, but it was you that preferred the solitude. By then, they made it, right infront of the store, one foot away from the much needed protection, but with a wobble, their lanky but lean feet, was on its way to meet the drenched street.

Quick as you were, you'd long discarded the frown, now your arms outstretched to catch the stranger, once latched on you pulled them towards you.

A sudden flash of hazel met you, you found the mystery man of the cause of your frown. Honeyed on the insides of the pupil, much like sun rays on a summer's day but rather dark, like that of a cool sunset. In that, he'd now looked at you with widened eyes, a tell enough for you to steady the stranger, parting your arms from his side.

"Thank you." He let out, clearing out the scene from seconds ago. Just like his eyes, his voice, was like a drizzle of honey over buttered toast. Soft, yet so endearingly warm. "Don't mention it." You consented.

Words no longer exchange between the two of you but your brain could not replace the Hazel eyes of the man stood next to you with a new memory. So, you glanced at him, observing, denoting, deducing his nature. His hands rubbed together, wiping it against the grey sweater, discarding the touch you'd shared in the time you grabbed him. That was when you reached in your pocket, grabbing a hold of a bottle of sanitizer and in an attempt to offer good will, you displayed the object to the man. He looked at your hand, then back at you, rather shaped brows now knitted at your gesture.

"You can use this, if you want to, you know, clean your hands." Hands still outstretched, a slight tremble befell them. "Thank you...again. You know, sanitizers usually contain 60-70% of alcohol, which is very high as compared to alchohic beverages. Since they are easily portable, fast and effective, it's often used when there isn't a handwashing station available but studies show that washing your hands with soap and water is still more effective than using an alcohol based sanitizer."

"...uhuh."

"Sorry..." The man hung his head low, a guilt riddled face bent over, possibly from rambling in what many made him believe were uneeded facts. "Oh, don't be sorry, I just had to take a moment to process that, you're right, I myself prefer using plain old soap and water after a long day." You squeezed the bottle over his hands, gazing as his finger rubbed in the solution.

You then watched as delight slightly brightened his face, his long hair now pushed back. A few disobeying strands fall on to the sides of his face. His hair reflected a burnt wood colour, paired with the colour of his clothes, he gave off a cool undertone but you couldn't help but feel the comfort of a blanket from his eyes alone.

"Were you going somewhere?" the question slipped out of you, a means to solidify a connection to the pretty stranger that slipped into your arms, but the question landed as odd as you met eyes with him. "It's totally okay if you don't want to answer that, I just, um, yeah." Your feet now relentlessly tapped on the ground, each sound echoing scores of annoyance. The cold touch of the wind hadn't helped much, hands now strongly gripped onto the straps of your bag, "I was actually on my way to work...What about you? I can tell that you are a student solely based on your attire, you must have something important to submit if you were willing to walk out here despite the signs of rainfall." He deducted, eyes peering at you. They were clear and sure of their focus, almost causing you to wander through all the reaches of the honeyed rays.

"You have excellent observational skills, I have an assignment draft to submit for approval, the Dean had said and I quote, 'If I don't see the papers on my desk at precisely 9:15 in the morning, none of you will be rewarded credits or be given a chance to redeem scores lost.' So, well you can imagine." You explained, he smiled at your impression of the aforementioned Dean. Another denotation had been made, the colour of his lips, a soft pink hue, the sharp but perfect lines that formed around them. In that short observation, your mind had run miles imagining a scene where you were the only cause for his otherworldly smiles.

"Would you mind if I take a look?"

"What?"

"At your draft? I may be able to spot mistakes, I can offer suggestions, I have read a lot research papers, 6,846 to be exact, so this might be more efficient than having to wait for your dean to look over them." As he offered, your mind took a leap at the sheer amount of material he had gone through, "You read 6,846 research papers? How did you keep count? How do you read that much anyway?" Disbelief laced your voice, the man it was directed to, however, was used to the lack of trust his words produce. "I have an eidetic memory, simply meaning I can remember something that I read or heard for good and I can read 20,000 words per minute." His mouth formed a flat line as his lips were pulled in.

"So, you are what society calls a 'genius', to think I'd meet one in the flesh." A grin spread across your face, "Okay, let me guess, you have a high IQ too? Say over 180?"

"You are a really good guesser. Yes, my IQ is over 180, it's 187." The both of you smiled at one another at this exchange. The worry within you washed away, much like the rain before you that seemed to clear away the history of the many that walked the pavements. "But before I hand over a very important assignment, could I get your name, sir genius?"

He lightly laughed at your intentions but responded no later, "Spencer Reid." You engraved his name to all crevices of your mind, manually sorting through today and labeling each new memory made under a new category. With formalities out of the way, you handed over the sheets of paper, having remarked that you have written worse so this should be okay to the eyes of a person you just met.

Less than two minutes later, just when you got lost to the drops of water breaking every reflection it made. Spencer declared that he'd read the draft, "There are 5 grammatical errors, 17 sentences with unnecessary words. If you take a look at this passage, you can add a line that compares the topic given to the opposite end of the spectrum it represents." As his fingers grazed the words present on the paper, his voice lowered in volume. An effect of this leading you to lean over to him, convinced all movements made for just the reason to hear him clearly.

All the bells rang through your ears, realisation now screaming through you. When the last word had been uttered, a sudden loss had built up inside you, the pleasant dips of his voice had struck a need for more. You could listen to him speak for time unnumbered, if the world let you.

"Thank you, for helping me and for making standing in the rain less tedious." You graciously smiled at him. His eyes turned up, letting you witness that beautiful smile once again, a graceful 'you're welcome' that require no words. This time you will remember to keep your imagination from expanding on futures one would have no have no sure way of proving.

"There is actually a way to get less wet in the rain, it's been scientifically proven." Spencer stated, "There is?"

How quickly seconds became hours in the two words that left your mouth. Your eyes watched as Spencer's hand grabbed on to yours, his smile now turning to excitement of that of a teenage boy. Each action was slow to your sight but before all else, you were running with a man you just met under the rain. And his response to your question?

"Run!"

The cool but harsh force of the downpour fell to the once dry face of yours. Unlike the traces they carved before, they painted your face with a new shine.

Could that ever stop you?

He led you on and with a white flag raised, you let him. Wherever he may take you, let him, that was your conclusion.

Cold and dreary as the scene may reveal, all you saw was the bright rays exuding from your mystery man. You had his name, you engraved it, no requirement for force needed to remember his name, but Spencer will be your mystery man. A touch of curiosity to learn from him and about him only added to the remark.

Before you knew it, you'd been brought in to another store, though this was alive in all its glory. Nothing worn down enough to make any assumption of abandonment, no remnants of a past forgotten, but the present that shone a colour you began to love, hazel. The smell no longer lost to time, burnt and welcoming, ground coffee beans, fresh and ready to be served. A café.

"It's been proven the faster you run in the rain, the drier you’ll be, regardless of the additional raindrops you run into." Spencer breathed out, your head snapped at him, looking away from the new scene you ran into. A few seconds, that's all it took, a hearty laugh left you at the revelation.

"A-are you okay?" He asked, mostly out of concern for the sudden change in behaviour you displayed. "I- Yes, I'm fine, geez, phew!" You sighed, catching your breath, "You are one hell of a genius, Spencer."

"Uh, thank you?"

After clearing your throat, you walked further in the café, finding just the right spot to dry off. You gestured for Spencer to come over, he followed, taking extra breaths as he dragged his feet to the empty chair.

Unbothered by the looks you both received, you sat, heaving out a heavy breath. Your eyes meeting hazel, only this time surprise didn't engulf them, they looked, no, they gazed at you with endearment. With each passing second, you couldn't rid yourself of the imprint he left in your hand. The warmth that laced over it, all the while shielding you from the icy brush of the rain.

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misteria247 · 7 months

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So I'd gotten recommended this video by a YouTuber known as Huggbees. This video being about an old show that I'd completely forgotten about due to my brain being completely dominated by other shows such as 2003 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Samurai Jack, Ed, Edd and Eddie, Courage the Cowardly Dog and many other kickass tv shows that we all know and love. This show he's talking about being none other than Loonatics Unleashed. I'm gonna be honest I'd completely forgotten about this show, for obvious reasons (TMNT, Animaniacs, other beloveds), but anyways I'm watching this review and I get introduced to two of the main cast. Tech Coyote, and Rev Runner and as soon as I heard Rev talk I'm instantly hit with the trademark feeling. Ya know that feeling. The one that goes-

"I've heard this voice before, I grew up with this voice and had at least several childhood crushes on fictional characters involving said voice."

So I continue to listen and then he starts talking faster cuz he's a roadrunner and I just catch a hint of familiarity in the tone. So here I am agonizing over who this guy is that's playing this character and then my brain clicks it. I go rushing to Google and type in 'Voice actor for Rev Runner' to be sure that my assumption was on the mark.

Well-

I was right. And this is making me question a lot about myself. Mainly that my childhood favorites/infatuations/crushes are so well known to me that I can recognize Rob Paulson's voice almost immediately depending on the tone. I'm both proud of myself as well as ashamed of myself I need to get a hobby shshshshsgsgsh.

#oli talks #ooc #muns ramblings #mindless ramblings of a madman #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #animaniacs #animaniacs reboot #ed edd n eddy #samurai jack #cartoons #loonatics unleashed #rob paulsen #I'm losing my mind here fellas you don't understand

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bellepark · 1 year

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fujii kaze // shinunoga e wa (x)

#fujii kaze #藤井風 #blckpinkmilk inspired me to do a gifset of him bc the lack of content here is upsetting :(#japaneseartistsinc #jpopgifs #jpopnetedit #j pop #j music #japanese singer #lextag #tosnimeat #gei n lex do you mind if i use your tags? ur both my mutuals with japanese content but if you don't like it pls let me know 🙏#userstorge #belleparkgif #fujiiedit

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the-moon-pal · 4 months

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Thinking of Snake Actor Mark surprisingly and now I'm thinking of running with an idea HDHDH

#damien talks #Markiplier #surprising i know!#actually imma talk about it here- tho also keep in mind i have noooot thought about him in a bit and i may have forgotten stuff about him #but basically.... HSHDJDJ SO.. I don't know much about it but i know cannibalism seen as love is popular these days.. HDHDHD #so adding with how controlling of the narrative is the actor and how y/n could be basically be the perfect [whatever he chooses]#idk why i thought it be neat to have like.. an other mother situation #like wanting the narrative to go so much his way that maybe literally entirely having yn (as a meal lol) would be like the best for well-#a literal snake in this case HDHDHDHD #IDK I FEEL LIKE im doing this more for fun than anything lore related but. also this is the most ive given though over actor mark #i hope this is ok to put in the tag. imagine if suddenly mark came back and saw this HDHDHDHD #anyhow i might draw this.. later maybe HDHDJ #tell me ur thoughts if u see this?? if u want #actor mark #snake actor #ik he had a tag im my blog but i forgor

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boltlightning · 1 month

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rebirth hard mode is awful but i'm using a stupid build where yuffie dances an endless dance on a magic circle that generates energy for cloud and aerith to fling endless fireballs at every single enemy that crosses their path. they are standing in another magic circle shaped like a flower and don't move except to heal each other now and then

i generally don't care about game-breaking builds since they're helping me avoid the bullshit damage sponge bosses, but this really feels like i'm doing something illegal. i shouldn't be allowed to do this. what the hell

#yuffie in general is kinda broken. wild versatility and she is never not useful #also of course sitting here like 🥰🥰🥰 spamming cloud n aerith's duo moves for extra damage don't mind me

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cinna-bunnie · 4 months

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my initial reaction to everything hot is to get on my knees and kiss n lick about it. do i get to do this? no, i don't rly say anything but do i WANT to? god yes..

#my need to love on and praise a sub is so strong it feels a lil subby but nooo i just wanna take care of u n pay attention to u so bad #but also yes it could actually be very subby i simply think worshipping is a neutral act #likeu got The Rest of u here too.. do u mind if i explore and love every part of u 👉👈 i WILL be covering you with kisses n bites n grabs #idk I'm also just like how can u not wanna worship ppl (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠) they r so beautiful!!#we compliment our favorite qualities but like 🤨 having a favorite doesn't mean all of them aren't great n make u lose ur mind #when i say i love all of u i mean it fr !!!! u are intoxicating !!!! you deserve the world !!!!!!!!!#we don't have to be in love i am simply a raging river of affection and attention and i need to catch u in it and drown u

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ebperidot · 9 months

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Hey Mr. Gaiman I don't think we have the same definition of gentle

#enter tags here #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens spoilers #don't mind me #I'm still in the denial stage #And I have to rewatch the season in french with my mom tomorrow #I'm just #what have you done #n e i l

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didderd · 5 months

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rehabilitating cats ig would be one of them :3

tho i think he also probably collects things. most likely has a knife collection. i feel like i saw somewhere a headcanon that Killer collects pins. tho now that i think abt it, i think that was a shitpost from @/shittyutmv lmao regardless i do kinda like that hc, is silly, so i think i'mma apply it to Snaps :3

other than that i'm not sure. i can imagine he's tried a few things. probably has an electric guitar that he knows a few songs on, but he rarely uses it. (Pops i imagine actually would be pretty good with an electric guitar)

#(answering this with a screenshot bc i realized it was sent to my rb blog #not sure if that was on purpose but i wanted to answer here #hope u don't mind :3)#man's collecting n rehabilitating keleks now too lmao #hi kins btw :3 #sry it took a while to answer this <3 #snaps sans #undertale #undertale au #didderd ocs #didderd asks #anonymous #pops mention hehe #sry i keep mentioning these tourette's sanses that i dont even have the designs of out yet lmao

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nulltune · 3 months

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❛ ah, well ... would you look at that. ❜ he'd like to pretend this wasn't in his agenda the moment in which he invited to help walk her home, but even nicola cannot hide the knowing smile in which spreads across his features the moment in which his gaze lands upon the plant that has rested upon his mind all evening. the mistletoe stands particularly striking against the warmth of the café behind it, various patrons and workers rather distracted with their own lives to take note of the falzone's second in command cheerfully guiding the woman by his side with the firm grip of his hand to where it lay exposed for all to see. ❛ you know, i was starting to believe there was some sort of shortage. after dante had insisted we didn't buy any and the streets had looked rather sparse of their stock, it was beginning to appear rather dire for the future of any mistletoe related mishaps for the rest of my life ... ❜

it's a fraction of silence before the blonde inches a little closer, a glance spared towards the still busy crowd until it's drawn back towards the surprise of her gaze in turn. it's a unique one, truly, to be spared privy on it and even that in itself causes him to pause for another second, far too amused to simply stop and stare at her expression without a push into worrying too much. truthfully, a part of him would wish for everyone else to not have an opportunity to see it, but he knows better than to wish that, truly more amused at the idea of showing them who caused it in the first place. a juxtaposition to the gentleness in which he wraps an arm around her waist. ❛ so it's pretty fair if i request to indulge in such a thing for a moment, am i right? ❜

when only met with silence, the young second in command leans down to press a kiss to his companions lips, fingers curling ever so gently against her brown locks with an understanding ease, it's clear hes smiling, a little giddy with her lips pressed to his own and it sticks even once he pulls away, a truly pleased expression for a man who might be tempted to push for it again, enamoured with the sensation despite it still being new for them both all the same. / nicollaa <333

unprompted, always accepting ! @dangaer ♡

to celebrate the holidays like this was a first for kishinami hakuno. hardly anything noteworthy to recall from the previous years / those bleak and empty years all blurring together, there was no reason to celebrate the festivities when there was no one to celebrate it with. such a solitary existence, not knowing of any familial ties nor having any meaningful bonds with anyone, she was bound to be alone.

this year was different, however, because he is here.

to make the acquaintance of the underboss of the faizone would be a fearsome thought to most, and hakuno couldn't say that she was without her own concerns — hard to comprehend nicola francesca, the charismatic man with the perfect / crafted smile, but the time they've spent together was always enjoyable. today, too. walking together, sightseeing together, eating together. such mundane things became something so precious, and the hours slipped away before she knew it. a view of the moon overhead tugs the corners of her lips downwards ever - so - slightly, its presence a reminder that it's getting late, and that they'd be going their separate ways soon.

so the offer to walk her home was a pleasant surprise, though not one she could accept so easily. ❛ you don't have to. ❜ courteous, yet perhaps a bit too blunt in its wording. aware that the routes to their respective destinations diverged at this point, it would be a hassle to have him go out of his way like that, and for what ? though she couldn't deny a ... curious feeling at the offer, even moreso when her response was met with insistance on ensuring her safe travel back. hakuno still didn't think such a thing was necessary, but if it could give him some peace of mind then ... she supposed there was no reason to refuse. ❛ then, sorry for the trouble. ❜ she ought to be more apologetic when saying this, she realized that in the back of her mind, but truthfully, she hadn't been exactly keen on turning him down in the first place.

it was selfish of her, she realized, but she wanted cherish this— his kindness, and the opportunity to be with him for just a little while longer.

leaving behind the chatter from the café, click of her heels come to a halt in line with his own footsteps, followed with a slow blink when realizing that they'd themselves under a certain plant. having no particular feelings on tradition herself, she was more curious to see how nicola would react, though his response ended up taking her aback. ( it doesn't show on her face, however, and hakuno recovers rather swiftly ) ❛ saying it like that makes it sound like you were hoping for something to happen ... ❜ an observation, mostly, but there's the barest teasing lilt to silvery voice as she muses this. peering at him from the corner of caramel eyes, they widen slightly at the knowing look on his face.

what a surprise. the words had been a jest, and she hadn't expected for it to carry any hint of truth in it. did he really want to ... ? the blatant inquiry made it abundantly clear, but such a thing was still hard to believe. ❛ e - eh .. ? ❜ the sound comes out as a small squeak, barely audible, but leaving lips parted in a small gape afterwards. when his gaze turned to the distant crowd to ensure privacy for the two, she found her eyes unable to leave him, cheeks warm despite the chilly breeze that swept past them. stunned at the thumping in her chest as her vision remained on him, a hand would place itself over the area, as if to verify the actions of that organ. her heart really was racing, and— ah, irony. she knew just what it was a mistletoe implied, but wouldn't dare to ask, never one to indulge in her own wants or needs. if he were to ask, however, then it'd be acceptable — because hakuno is a giver, dutifully fulfilling that which was asked of her.

though a request of a kiss is ... much too personal. as generous as kishinami hakuno is, such requests were ones she'd typically reject, for she is quite the romantic deep down, holding the belief that such intimate acts should be reserved for someone special.

—so maybe that's why ... the thoughts trail off at the feel of his hand on her waist, and she is still without the proper words to say, but actions would speak volumes where speech failed. dark lashes fluttering close, head cranes upwards to accept the kiss. there's a gleeful skip of her heart when their lips met at last, a soft hum sounding from the back of her throat. every touch, every feeling brought on from this moment is unfamiliar, but it is far from unpleasant. the smile on his lips is felt — cute — and while her inexpressive self can't so easily mimic it, the sentiment behind it is reciprocated with a subtle shift to deepen the kiss.

there's another sound as he pulls away, a small whine. head canting with a sigh, brown locks spill over small shoulders, stray strands obscuring full view of flushed cheeks. rosy lips remain slightly pursed, pouting a little, a faint disappointment over wanting it to last longer. a feeling that melts away easily at the sight of his pleased face.

... he's much prettier up close, she notes idly. having someone, having him, in such close proximity was yet another new experience for the maiden who was usually so distant, viewed as a flower blooming on a high peak / someone so out of reach. it surprises even herself when she finds her arms wrapped around his form, an action to keep the two of them remaining close like this.

dainty hand tentatively reaches out to carress the side of his face with a delicate touch, half - lidded eyes peer up at him, mirth in that gentle gaze. a moment's indulgence, is what this may have been, but it had felt much more intimate than that. they'd come this far ... why stop now ? that smile still hasn't left his face ... a smile that seemed more genuine than usual, or was she still in a daze from that kiss ? ( what a nice sight it is, though. ) despite giving ample time to, he doesn't pull nor push her away when her hold tightens. could she take that as a good sign .. ?

a beat, and voice comes out as a whisper between what little space lay between them. ❛ another, please. ❜

#dangaer #&&. message #q.#sCREAAAMS FOR A MILLION YEARSSS BC /AAAAAAAA/ J.UPITER THIS IS SO FRIKKIN CUTE?????#AM GASPING CHOKING SCREECHING INTO MY PILLOW KICKING MY LEGS AS I READ N REPLY 2 DIS AMG-#TYSM 4 DA ASK..!! 😳🥺🥺🫶💖💗💓💕❤️#i am still clutching my chest over this N.ICOLA AND H.AKUNO CAFÉ DATE HELLO??? 😳😳✨️✨️ it's so perfect 4 her sweet tooth....#pls let them enjoy all sorts of sweets n treats n drinks 🥹💕 ITS WHAT THEY DESERVE.!! 😤❤️#alsooo i took some creative liberties here; i hope u don't mind 😳✨️#HIM WALKING HER HOME IS JST SO FRIKKIN CUTE OKOK 😭💞💓 h.akuno's a binch tho she doesn't care abt herself (f) BUT YES #PLS LOOK OUT FOR HER N.ICOLA... 🥺🥹🙏#also also the 😐 to 😳 h.akuno pipeline is real and indeed vv rare bUT ALSO SHES SO TERRIBLE WITH HER FEELINGS SO . IM SORRY FOR HER AGFKKDH #AND ALSO SORRY FOR THE WALL OF TEXT SGCKSHFMSLF I HAVE;;; A LOT OF THOUGHTS (i wuv them..... a whole lot... 🥺😭😭✌️✌️💖💖)

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