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getvalentined · 1 year
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Okay, maybe you people do understand the lights above the Arby's.
Goodnight, tumblr. Goodnight.
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sophsicle · 1 year
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the best thing about james potter?????
i would not expect that from you honestly
why?
i mean i love james potter
but the most interesting thing about james to me is his attraction to people who are real fucked up, because i feel like it shows the sharper side of him,
i don't think james wants to fix sirius, i think he is just as obsessed with sirius's dark as sirius is obsessed with james's light, and it's no good for either of them but also the best thing for both of them and totally unhealthy but absolutely necessary for them to be happy
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mygwenchan · 2 months
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I honestly get the feeling that each character in Playboyy is living in a different genre: Prom lives in a cheesy romcom that has some spice, Nont is in a detective thriller, Zouey and Teena in a coming of age drama, Captain and Keen in a smutty high school flick ala American Pie, First and Soong in a psychological thriller, Porche and Jump in a romantic drama that has the "runaway" trope, Aob and Puen in a "he's a hitman, but falls in love and becomes soft" kind of action movie, Jason is the final boss in a gangster movie, Tutor has the investigative reporter snoops around and finds out genre, and Nuth and Phop are in an autobiography slice of life type of thingy. And the amazing thing is, when it all comes together it somehow still makes sense o.O
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batwynn · 6 months
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Hello. So I have a genuine, honest question as someone who isn't an artist. I saw you made a post about AI art floating around Tumblr lately. How does one differentiate between AI-created art vs. ACTUAL art? Some things have been easier to notice than others (ie: YouTube videos and like, moodboards and the opening to Secret Invasions) but for art specifically, are there any key things to look out for that make it obvious it's AI generated? I do not support AI in any fashion but in this day and age I do find it increasingly more difficult to tell the difference between something that was created by AI vs. created by an actual person.
Hi anon! So, heads up this might be a bit long of a post but I wanted to point out some things that I don't see frequently mentioned in other posts about A.I stuff.
First things first: Look at their other 'art' pieces. If they have a generally consistent style, a consistent type of work (Realism vs ink art for example), characters you see more than once and from different angles, character sheets, etc. You're going to notice if someone suddenly switches from little ink doodles to fully colored and realistically rendered 'art'. Now, this doesn't mean everyone switching styles or mediums is A.I, but it means to take a closer look if you notice something vastly different than their usual stuff. More A.I. clues below!
For things to look for, there's a lot of different clues but generally you're going to notice a certain new car shine to everything. Everything will be a little too clean, even if the style they are ripping off is sketchy. Sketches will have crosshatching that doesn't really make sense or random lines in a place that an artist probably would not put there. That being said, here's some examples where that isn't as noticeable:
Here you've got your usual body/anatomy problems. (Plus some elements I'll talk about later as well. This one's got it all!)
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Glitchy foot, glitchy hands. glitchy eyes. Strange proportions for legs that don't exactly fit a stylization, but more of an glitch. Now, of course an artist can draw 'glitchy' things like this either by accident or intentionally, but you really only see these types of things in A.I vs actual art of a similar style. Realism artists are generally not adding extra fingers or varying sized fingers, they're not rendering the foot to only have too many toes, missing toes, and the foot also... sort of part shoe. Unless art artist is otherwise intentionally including these elements, it's generally a clear cut example of A.I stuff. (For example: Different body types and disabilities exist, and there are people with different shaped hands, shorter/longer fingers etc. But you will also usually find some kind of info with the post about the person/character that will tell you about them that can clue you in on if it's A.I vs real art.) If the artists are drawing in a style with 'exaggerated' anatomy, you can almost always see that as a persistent and intentional STYLE in their art. If they aren't, this is something you'll really notice in A.I vs realism. It can be especially true with people who fully render realistic art because it's not in line with the style, and the relevant elements of rendering art this way. Artists who do realistic rendering at this level generally know their anatomy very well, and are going for realism in all elements of the art. Some stuff like the exaggerated long legs in women are kind of everywhere, but the hands, the foot, the lopsided winky eyes (I don't know how to describe it) are not things a professional artist rendering realistic art would generally do. It's just not in line with the style, or the ability/skill that the artist has worked on. (Again, unless completely intentionally and in line with the person/character.)
For 'real' life items like the tables below, you've really just got to ask yourself: Is this physically possible? Do all the elements make sense and actually work together in a real way?
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Sometime it's hard to know if you don't have any experience with, for example, acrylic and wood table making. But there are things that just don't work in real life, and there are things that maybe someone can do, but even in the provided examples it just doesn't make sense to do. For example, the little 'tree' hanging from the bottom of the left table. Would that be possible? Probably. Would someone do that? Probably not. If you're really stumped, sometimes just looking up videos of people making that type of thing can give you a better idea of what actually works together, how it's made, etc.
Here's something that really helps when you're really struggling and zooming in for every detail: TANGENTS
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Ok, so tangents in art are when you're drawing a thing, like hair, and it's lining up with a different object to the point where the visual line continues from one part of art to another and it looks really unrealistic/weird. Most artists figure out how to avoid this on their own just from noticing it and feeling uncomfortable with how it looks, while others learn via the internet etc. It can happen in anyone's art at any skill level, but the amount that it happens in A.I stuff is HUGE. It's almost every single image, and you can really notice it in places where something overlaps like hair or, from the above image with the money: there's two bills that just kind of bleed together. From the same image, you can also see how her hair bleeds into the wrinkles of her jacket in an unnatural way. Comparatively, you can see in the Hela art I did below that there are overlapping elements like the hair and the ribbons behind it that do not mesh or bleed together.
Something else to look at: Symmetrical elements that don't work right. So, this is kind of getting harder to see depending on what they're generating as a subject matter and the style they are using. As always, there is a disclaimer for this. Art does not always have perfect symmetrical elements in it.
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For example: in the real world, this dude's coat would have more clean symmetrical elements. As it is a sketchy doodle, they're there but they're not 100% symmetrical. With a LOT of A.I stuff, you'll notice that something meant to be mirrored on the other side of the clothing, room design, etc. is actually completly wonky/incorrect or not even there at all.
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For example, in this A.I we have missmatching elements on both sides. Not only in things that could be designed to be asymmetrical, but also things that 100% should be mirrored. The left side under the buckle on the shoulder has a diamond shape. The right has a weird spikey thing. The little leaf pattern on the gold lapel area appears to be just blobs on the right side. The left shoulder area has a button and additional little detail under the buckle area. It is not there on the right side. And, again, some of this can be intentional with real art. Her arm bands could be intentionally different, for example. But elements that clearly should be reflected on the other side and are very clearly not are generally a good clue that it's A.I. A few last moment things to look out for:
Styles that are recognizable someone else's whole thing. Example: The monstrosity that someone just generated that is supposedly Calvin and Hobbs. It's pretty easy to tell because it looks like shit right now, but generally if someone is ripping off a distinct style of someone famous, it's probably A.I or at least worth double checking.
Did they suddenly start doing ______? This could be anything, backgrounds, drawing horses, full color, etc. But if they're suddenly, overnight just BOOM they're 'drawing' in a whole other style, it's suddenly really rendered, and/or there's no 'growing pains'/work shown that they've started working on drawing the thing they never drew before... It's time to take a closer look. Last but not least, look for the language they use around the stuff they're putting out. A.I people are often... a certain type. They use a lot of that NFT bro lingo that can tip you off. The tags might be all over the place for styles, or tagging certain famous artist's styles, etc. They also can be a bit more blatant in the tags and just outright tag A.I or NFTs somewhere in there. And, in the end, if you really can't tell and you really love the thing and want to share it: Ask an artist. Or just don't share it.
Thanks for reading, and I hope this is helpful in some way!
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burningclocks · 3 months
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OH MY GOD THE OCEAN SAGA WAS SO GOOD can we just talk about for a second about how glad I am that it expresses how close Odysseus is to Ithaca during this part of the story? This is supposed to be their final fight. They can see Ithaca. He's so excited to be a father—which was an absolutely heartbreaking part of the song that I did not expect, and it hurts us especially because we as an audience know what he's about to endure. It is so close, it is all finally within reach, but the men are greedy and Poseidon is angry and it's all Odysseus' fault, and now he's farther from home than before.
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furiousgoldfish · 1 year
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Started to realize that I can't think in certain directions, for instance, if I attempt to think about making a bank account or anything job-related, I will start getting intrusive images and thoughts beyond what I can handle, and my thinking process will stop. I knew I had this before, but hadn't realized how dire it was, or for how many things it was effective.
I'm worried that it's the effect of brainwashing, however I can't counter it, the images are always too violent and the stress and panic I experience is unmanageable. Did anyone manage to sort this out?
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simplyavatrice · 10 months
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trespasser - chapter eleven
Oh fuck
Shit, fuck oh…fuck
It’s JC
JC as in the guy she kind of clung on to when she first got the halo in her back.
He was good to her, really and truly he was. Ava is fully aware now of how naive she was back then and…god…how fucking vulnerable she was.
Yet, JC was never dangerous. He never took advantage of her or pressed her, she…okay maybe she let herself believe for a few short hours there that she was in love with him and also maybe let him fuck her in the closet of a cruise ship, but still…he’s not a bad guy.
He just has shit timing.
Because he’s here and he’s in a suit and has a glass of champagne in his hand and he’s looking at her like they're fucking starcrossed.
Meanwhile, Ava just had Beatrice inside of her like thirty minutes ago and…fuck fuck fuck…Beatrice has a demon in her and she got jealous without the demon and…shit.
“It’s so good to see you,” he smiles at her so brightly, taking two long steps before pulling her into his arms.
Ava lets herself be pulled in, carefully patting his back and wondering if Beatrice has registered any of this yet. “JC…” she says again, pulling back and holding him at arm’s length. “You’re here…what…what are you doing here?”
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zunaki · 2 years
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If the Duffers don’t make them kiss, i will 
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sunshinebingo · 8 months
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@elorcanweekofficial Day 1 - Tropes
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✨ @hlizr50 you are the best. Thanks for managing this event ✨
Synopsis: Elide goes to save Lorcan after he has been captured. The rescue mission leads to some confession between them while they fight their way out.
Alternate Synopsis: 3k worth of them arguing while literally fighting.
Word Count: 3.4k
Tropes included: Gentleman in distress, Rescue, Spy/Mafia (whatever you want to call it), Mutual pining, Grumpy/sunshine but the sunshine is a badass woman (is that a trope??)
Warning: Blood and violence
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She moved the grid at the end of the air vent aside as slowly as possible to avoid any noise. Unfortunately, she knew that this passage would not be an option once she would manage to get Lorcan due to his size. One of the advantages of being petite was that she could infiltrate very small spaces. That was an especially big advantage when one was a on rescue mission like she was. Being the most petite of her gang, it was an unspoken rule for Elide to take on missions where hiding in unconventional places was required. The smallest place she had probably had to hide in was a luggage. Thankfully, years of rigorous training have kept the cramps at bay once she had to get out of it.
Drip. Drip. Drip. The sound of the water leaking was now the only thing she could hear. Good. Watching Lorcan being beaten and listening to his grunts and muffled swearing had been a true test of her patience for the last two hours. Since he had been missing for the last thirty hours, who knows for how long they had been at this. Although he was one of the strongest men she knew, Elide still needed to act before the others could come back and finish what they started.
Putting the grid aside, Elide wiggled her way out of the vent, half of her body dangling awkwardly in the air, until enough of her legs were out for her to gracefully flip herself around and land without injuring herself despite the distance of the floor from the vent. Splash. The landing would have been silent if it was not for the pool of water on the floor that had probably accumulated from the broken pipe somewhere in the room.
A quick look around confirmed that all of Maeve’s pawns have left. If the smell of rot, sweat, humidity and blood that had hit her inside the vent had not yet given away the fact that this was one of Maeve’s torture rooms, Elide would have guessed it from the blood-stained walls, the lack of exit except for the heavy iron door and the discarded instruments of torture on a table at the far end of the room; knives of all sizes and shapes, scissors, pliers and more, all rusted and covered in what she assumed was layers of filth and blood from everyone they had been used on.
And of course, the presence of Lorcan, who was tied to a chair in the middle of the small room with his back to her and his head slumped forward. She noticed the blood dripping down his bound hands and his usually long luscious hair, now looking greasy with more traces of blood.
Elide knew he had heard her entrance when he turned his head around to look at the source of the splashing water. ‘’Come to finish what you started?’’ he drawled clearly despite his battered face. Even after hours of being beaten, Lorcan still remained cocky and overconfident. Knowing that he was still breathing after what he had just gone through, Elide knew that he had reasons to. She let out a sigh of relief knowing that they had not broken him yet.
‘’The door was not a dramatic enough entrance, huh?’’ he added, thinking that she was one of those sent by Maeve.
Elide walked towards him. ‘’What kind of spy would I be if I just used the door?’’ His expression instantly changed at the sound of her voice.
‘’What the fuck are you doing here?’’ he hissed. His voice contained a mixture of fear and anger that she had no time to ponder on. She did not know how long they had before someone came in and saw her snatching their prisoner away.
‘’Saving your ass clearly,’’ she said as she walked around and finally faced him. He only had his black pants on and his bare chest contained several cuts and bruises. His face was in the same state, though she suspected from experience that none of them would ruin his beautiful face forever. But it still pained her to see Lorcan like this.
‘’I don’t need you to save me,’’ he scowled at her.
Elide stood straight, crossed her arms and looked down at him. It was one of the rare times when she did not feel like a little gnome next to the gigantic man before her.
‘’Really?’’ she deadpanned. ‘’So, being tied up while someone beats your face to a pulp is a kink of yours? Will you use that bar for some pole dance after?’’ she tilted her head, indicating the metal bar near the wall on her left.
Lorcan stuck out his tongue and licked the blood that was running into his mouth. ‘’You think you are funny,’’ he said, though she did not know whether it was a question or a statement.
Elide placed both hands on his shoulders, making sure to avoid the areas where he had been harmed, and leaned down. With her face mere inches from his, she could smell the faint remains of his cologne mixed with the blood and sweat on him. ‘’I wasn’t trying to be funny,’’ she replied.
Lorcan eyes travelled from her eyes to her lips and down her neck. He drank in the sight of her breasts which were now close to his face before trailing his eyes lower. He looked intently at her tight black leather suit and the way it hugged her body, as if he could see every weapon concealed underneath.
He looked like he wanted to say something, but Elide spared him the need for what she imagined would be another retort, when she rolled her eyes and moved to stand behind him again. She removed a hair pin from her low bun, moved it inside the handcuffs at his wrist for a few seconds before Click - they opened and Lorcan could finally move his hands again.
‘’Thank fuck,’’ he breathed out. Since she knew it was the only thanks that she would get for risking her life to save him, she greedily snatched the whispered words and locked them where she kept every crumb that she could get from Lorcan.
As soon as he was up, Lorcan grabbed her arm and made her look up at him. ‘’You shouldn’t have come here,’’ he said through gritted teeth.
Elide pulled hard and he released her. ‘’And yet I did,’’ she said firmly. She pushed a little on his chest and regretted it instantly when he winced. Despite his angry frown, she could see the exhaustion in his eyes. She placed her hands gently across his bare chest and started to apologise. Lorcan looked down where her fingers were gently swiping away a drop of blood that was trickling down from a wound. She did not if the softness that suddenly filled his gaze was due to relief, exhaustion or something else. She wanted it to be something else.
Lorcan closed his eyes and Elide felt him breathe deeply before letting out a long exhale. When he opened his eyes again, his expression was hard again as he moved to the table containing the instruments that they had used on him.  ‘’Now how the hell do we get out of here?’’ Lorcan said as he started inspecting the dirty tools. At least he could still walk properly. Elide took out a small gun from her belt along with two knives from her boots and handed them to him.
‘’I could cut you up into small pieces and carry you out through the vent.’’
Lorcan looked like he wanted to ask again if she thought she was funny. But before he could - Bang - someone hit hard on the iron door from the other side. Elide and Lorcan shared one look. He looked at the chair behind her and tilted his head to indicate the door. She understood.
A series of clicks and clacks sounded from the door as someone took their time to unlock it. Lorcan grabbed the handcuffs from the floor and sat back in the rusty chair while Elide positioned herself behind the door. She pulled out her other gun and waited. 
‘’Are you dead yet?’’ the voice of the burly man who entered echoed in the small room. Elide pressed herself closer against the wall as the door opened. She kept her breathing calm and silent, thankful that she was hidden by the still open door and that no one else was coming in. When the man stopped in front of Lorcan, she immediately recognised him as Cairn, Maeve’s favourite pet. She understood then why he was the only one who had come this time. Cairn grabbed Lorcan’s hair and roughly pulled his head back.
‘’You wish,’’ Lorcan said and Elide heard the smirk in his voice.
‘’Good,’’ Cairn surprisingly replied. ‘’Maeve has plans for you. We don’t want her toy to be damaged beyond repair now, do we?’’
Something burned inside Elide at the mention of the woman who was obsessed with Lorcan. Elide knew that he had had to fake an attraction for Maeve when a few months ago, Lorcan had infiltrated Maeve’s city and her close circle pretending that he was back in Doranelle for good. But she had always feared the possibility that spending time on the other side might sway him there. Especially considering that Lorcan had previously worked for Maeve before his friends and him had all settled in Terrasen to work for Aelin instead. She feared that perhaps, Maeve had convinced him that a life with her in Doranelle was better than in Terrasen with his friends, including the one friend who wished they were more than friends.
Lorcan scoffed. ‘’Her majesty doesn’t find you good enough, huh?’’ he teased him more. ‘’Maybe you should learn how to use your dick better.’’
From where she was peaking, Elide noticed the way that Cairn’s body tensed. But Lorcan’s remarks made her tense also. She hated the way he spoke like he had been intimate with that bitch. She hated that he had ever been close enough to touch her. And she hated the thought that perhaps he had.
Cairn pulled on Lorcan’s hair harder, causing him to groan and Elide chose that moment to pounce. She put her gun back in her belt and grabbed a knife instead. With the disgusting image of Maeve’s hands on Lorcan’s body, Elide jumped on Cairn’s back, placed her small hands on his mouth and dug her blade in his neck. Before he could make any noise, Lorcan stood up and punched Cairn in the face. Elide righted herself behind him before he could fall on her. She removed the knife embedded in the side of his neck and sliced it across his throat. Slowly, Elide placed Cairn on the ground while he still choked on his own blood.
When she looked up, she found Lorcan staring at her with wide eyes. ‘’Are you coming?’’ she stared back at him, ‘’Are would you rather wait for Maeve to come play with you?’’
He frowned but said nothing. They moved to the door and found the corridor outside to be empty. From what she had learned in her thorough research of this house before she embarked on this rescue mission, she had a rough idea of where they were and how to get out. It was risky, but the only option they had.
Lorcan followed close behind without question and Elide was again grateful that he could move on his own. She did not think that she would have been able to support his massive body all the way outside while ensuring that no one noticed them. With their guns in hand, both moved along the dark corridor, passing by several iron doors similar to the one where Lorcan was being kept, until they reached the end. They stopped in front of some stairs that Elide knew from the plan of the house would lead them to the outside of the underground basement they were in. Some hushed voices coming from the top of the stairs made them halt.
Lorcan grabbed Elide’s wrist and pulled her flush against his bare chest. ‘’We’re fucked,’’ he muttered. With nowhere else to go but up these stairs, they had to come up with a plan quickly. But before they could think of anything, two people were walking down the stairs towards them. BANG! Elide shot the first one in the chest.  Another bang, and the woman behind him went down before she could even pull her weapon out. 
‘’Great,’’ Lorcan complained behind her, ‘’Now the others will join too.’’
Elide turned to him and frowned. ‘’Did you have a better idea?’’
He shook his head in exasperation while still frowning. Instead of answering, Lorcan interlaced his free hand in hers. But before he could start pulling her up the stairs, Elide stopped him and walked in front of him again.
‘’You are injured. It’s best if I go first.’’ Without losing another second and with their hands still intertwined, they rushed past the two bodies and towards the exit. Just like Lorcan predicted, more voices were heard upstairs, indicating that more were coming here to investigate the sound of gun shots. Lorcan’s grip on her hand tightened.
‘’Fuck,’’ Lorcan groaned. ‘’Do you have another genius plan that might get us killed?’’
‘’I do,’’ Elide replied, unfazed by Lorcan’s harsh tone. ‘’We fight until we get out.’’ She came here to get him out and that was what she was going to do.
A few more steps and they reached the end of the stairs. The room separating them from the exit looked just like a regular basement where one would keep their useless junk. It was filled with shelves filled with boxes and random things that had seemingly been placed carelessly to hide the fact that this place led to a series of torture chambers. Smash! A vase exploded on the shelf right next to Elide’s head followed by a series of bangs from the five figures that have entered the basement.
Lorcan pulled hard on her hand, dragging her with him behind the highest shelf. He released her hand and adjusted the gun in both of his hands. ‘’This would not have happened if you did not come here,’’ he snapped at her before turning around and shooting at Maeve’s men.
Elide did the same and managed to hit someone in the shoulder. ‘’This would not have happened if you did not decide to come visit your psychotic girlfriend.’’
‘’She is not my girlfriend,’’ he raised his voice so that she could hear her over the bangs and smash and clunks of the flying bullets hitting glass and the stone wall and bouncing against the hard metal of the shelves.
‘’Is that how you ended up down there? Because you came here to dump her?’’
Lorcan threw his knife at someone who had managed to come close to their hiding spot. It hit the man right in the head, causing him to instantly drop dead.
Elide finally killed the man she had managed to injure before, reducing their target to three and her bullets to four. Lorcan was not doing much better with only five bullets left.
‘’You really believe that there was something between Maeve and me?’’ Lorcan asked, looking at Elide instead of his target. Bang! A bullet that nearly grazed his head made him pulled back behind their shelf.
The side look that Elide sent him must have given away her doubts. ‘’You know it was all a ruse Elide,’’ he told her.
‘’Was it?’’ Elide turned around and shot again. Bang and the woman went down with a bullet through the chest.
‘’Yes,’’ Lorcan almost shouted. ‘’All of it.’’
Elide looked at him again, her eyes pleading for the truth to a question she did not dare ask. But he seemed to have read it on her face anyway.
‘’I never had feelings for her,’’ his softer tone contrasted with his previous harsh one. ‘’I left Doranelle because it was becoming a shit hole where Maeve wanted everyone to eat out of her hands like a fucking queen. And I never once regretted walking away.’’
Perhaps it was the way in which he said it that convinced her to believe him. Yet she could not stop herself from asking. ‘’Why did you come back here then?’’
‘’They crashed my car and dragged me here for fuck sake,’’ he gritted out after shooting down another man in the knee before ending him with another bullet through the throat while he crouched in pain. That explained why his location was lost on the road. They had probably gotten rid of his damaged car to conceal the proof. ‘’They know the truth about me now so I guess they will track me everywhere until they kill me.’’
His words brought the same panic she had felt when she had learned that Lorcan had been located here. And just like when it happened then, she converted the fear into rage and determination. She pushed on the boxes on the shelf that they were hiding behind, causing the objects at the other edge to fall down. This distracted the last woman who was still shooting at them. Bang! Elide shot and her last bullet went through the woman’s eye and came out on the other side of her head.
Lorcan whispered a curse behind her. Elide grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the door before they could get ambushed again. They left the basement and quickly find a door nearby that led to the outside without encountering any further obstacle. But as soon they crossed the threshold into broad daylight, a loud bang was heard before Elide fell down holding her stomach. Before she understood where the bullet had come from, Lorcan had already used his last two to bring down a man hiding behind a nearby bush.
Lorcan’s expression was filled with fear when he looked down at her and repeated her name over and over again like a plea. But Elide opened her suit to reveal the bullet-proof vest underneath. ‘’You still think I am not qualified enough for this?’’ she asked as she stood again. His shoulders sagged with relief yet his eyes still contained the same fear.
‘’It has nothing to do with being qualified,’’ he retorted as they started running towards the gate and went through a hole in the concrete wall. After confirming that Lorcan was alright, they ran again to where Elide had left her bike, hidden behind a few trees of the forest surrounding the private estate.
‘’Then what does it have to do with?’’ she asked once they reached the bike.
Lorcan took a few steps towards her and looked straight into her eyes as he said, ‘’It has to do with the fact that I don’t want you to fucking die for me.’’  
‘’Am I dead?’’ she crossed her arms. ‘’No. But you would have if I did not volunteer to come for you.’’
Lorcan crossed his arms too but winced slightly from the movement. It seemed that the adrenaline from their escape was wearing down and his injuries were starting to make themselves known.
‘’Why?’’
“Why what?” she snapped.
Lorcan’s arm fell at his sides when he sighed. “Why did you volunteer?” he asked like the reason was obvious to everyone else but him.
“Because,” she began with growing frustration. Is he that clueless? she thought. “Ugh. You idiot,” Elide whispered more to herself. Then, she threw caution to the wind, raised up until she was standing in the tip of her boots, grabbed his bruised and bloody face between her palms and pressed her lips against his. It was gentle enough to not cause him any further pain. And still –
Of all the scenarios she had made in her mind about kissing him, she had never imagined that it would happen in a situation like this. And she never thought that it would feel like this. Lorcan wrapped his hands around her waist to pull her closer and Elide decided then that she would risk her life a thousand times over for him.
The voices coming from the direction of Maeve’s estate brought her back to reality and forced them to pull apart. The climbed on the bike with Elide at the front and Lorcan holding her tightly at the back. As soon as she started the vehicle, Lorcan leaned even closer to her. ‘’Nice suit by the way,’’ he murmured in her ear.
“You fucking idiot,” she muttered with a smile and they finally left.
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night-heron-writes · 1 year
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Episode 10 Promo Video/Predictions
So, like a lot of y'all, I'm not thrilled to see Misaki again, but I'm not surprised. We've known she has a bigger part to play in the series than just in episode 3 for a while now, with the opener and the staff interviews. I'm hoping that she's returned for a good (plot-relevant and not contrived) reason. Ideally, the reason that makes the most sense is that Kyutaro masterminded the whole thing to keep Miri out of the conflict we all know is coming.
I'd be less than thrilled if Misaki simply had a "change of heart" and wants Miri back because of that. I had a decent amount of respect for her because she was able to admit she wasn't cut out to be a mother, and a lot of my respect for her would go away if she did a 180° turn in regards to motherhood. Even if she has a "change of heart" can she really give Miri a better, more loving home than she has with Rei and Kazuki?
The title of the episode is "Lost at Sea", which usually means "adrift", and it can apply to lots of our characters. Rei and Kazuki will almost certainly feel lost after their family with Miri is ripped away from them again. Misaki will likely feel adrift having to cope with parenting again, after having not had to for the better part of a year. Miri is drifting between her two families, and probably won't understand where her papas have gone or why she's back with Misaki.
In the PV we see a clip of our main trio back in their favorite store, shopping for Miri again, likely as a going away present or something similar. But if you look closely, you'll notice Kazuki is moving around exaggeratedly, like in episode 6 when he was trying to convince Miri not to hate him. He's probably trying to act normal about having to give Miri back and failing miserably.
We also see them approaching what's likely a fairground/amusement park, perhaps as part of Miri's big send-off. That might be where they're meeting Misaki to give Miri back to her? Probably safer for everyone involved than either Rei's apartment or the shady bar Misaki was working at in episode 3. Interestingly enough, we only see Kazuki and Rei's faces while they're on the Ferris Wheel, nothing to tell us if Miri is there or not. I also found the role reversal here interesting: Kazuki is the one with a closed off expression, while Rei is showing his feelings (of shock? surprise? anger?) more openly. Kazuki might be saying that Misaki will be able to give Miri a better life (whether he believes is is another thing entirely), and Rei might be realizing that wanting to protect his family doesn't just mean from his father boss, but also from other circumstances that try to tear them apart. It would be interesting to see him take a more active role in here in the last arc of the series, since the family was largely founded without his input.
Overall, this episode is likely going to be somber from start to finish. We've entered the final arc of the series, and the stakes are getting higher. What is Kyutaro going to do? The ball is still very much in his court, and I have a hunch that Misaki's reappearance is his doing. Though how tf did he manage to stall until Decemeber if he got the request for information in August? FOUR MONTHS? HOW????
I'm a little surprised at how many people are convinced the show will go to shit now that Misaki has showed up again. We knew she had more to do than just episode 3, and from what we know this seems logical. I have faith in the writing team, since thus far the writing has been amazing. I just hope they do Misaki's character justice. I think she's an interesting character who's been well handled so far and I hope they continue that. The writers have done a good job dealing with complicated issues and showing the nuances of things, so I'm fairly confident they'll continue to do that here.
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goldeneyedgirl · 1 month
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12 kisses: february: french, infidelity-verse.
Something a little different for Valentine's Day this year. Beautlilies got to pick which 'verse this fic was set in, and she chose my most cursed one - infidelity-verse. Maybe this counts for an anti-VDay fic?
Either way, I hope you enjoy it!
twelve kisses. february: infidelity-verse [ french ] a deep, passionate kiss with the use of tongue
It’s impulsive and stupid and he’s going to regret it. 
But he kisses her. 
He kisses her in a way that he hasn’t for a long time (he can admit that). He’s digging deep in his memory and the last time they kissed like this had to have been before they found the Cullens; the hal cyon days of their relationship. The kiss is deep and desperate like she’s the thing sustaining him, his hands cradling her head. 
And she kisses him back. Not with the same desperation, but she does kiss him back. She does lean into him. 
And its hope, pure and simple. Hope that there’s still enough of them left to salvage something. Hope for himself that it’s all going to be alright, that he’s learnt and he’ll never be that person that drives her away bit by excruciating bit again. 
(He’s learning - learnt - that he turned her into something she wasn’t. He treated her like an extension of himself, when she was always a person of her own. He taught her shame and anxiety and self-loathing and resentment. He taught her loneliness and inferiority. He thinks of the thin, faint lines of scarring on the tops of her thighs, from her scratching into her own skin in moments of worry and tension. They are shallow and thin, something he could feel more than he could see. She was never meant to be this. She was supposed to be lightness and joy and peace.)
He kisses her like it’s the last time and the first time and all the times he should have kissed her like he loved her. Loves her, because he does. She was just a convenient avatar for his self-loathing; he hated himself, so he hated and scorned the one person who saw any value in him. 
And then he pulls back, resting his forehead against hers. He wants to promise her anything - he won’t go back to the Cullens, to America. He’ll stay here, with her. They can be housemates, they don’t need to be anything. He can be her bodyguard, in case anyone comes sniffing around. She’s a foreign, solitary vampire; a prime target even if she wasn’t so slight. 
But he says nothing. He waits for her words, for her benediction or condemnation like a man at the gallows. 
“Hmm,” she says softly, sweetly, a smile playing at her lips. “Maria not answering your calls, huh?”
It’s like a blow, a cut right down and through the meat of him. It hurts, and the kind of wound that makes him defensive. He wants to demand why she has to say these things, why she can’t just… let something happen, let them heal, without lashing out at him?
And then he’s ashamed of himself because she’s only speaking the truth that’s she’s never dared say aloud before, when she was his hostage. Alice deserves to be angry, has the right to be furious. She could have slapped him for touching her. She didn’t have to invite him here, to her sanctuary, to talk. But she did. That’s important. 
“No,” he seas, and his mouth feels dry. “I… this is about you. I love you, I always have. I just treated you like shit. You know this, I don’t need to say it. I… there will never be a time when I don’t want another chance. I know I don’t deserve one, but…”
Alice sits back and studies him. “Do you want a reconciliation or do you just want my forgiveness, Jasper?” She finally asks. “Those are two very, very different things. And neither of them are start with a kiss like that.”
He doesn’t know what to say to that. Except…
“I love you. I always have. And I want us to have that future you saw all those years ago. I want us to be happy for real. Not just… treading water.”
Alice sighs, but she doesn’t move away. She looks tired and she’s… she’s changed since she left. She looks older; the gentle trust and innocence has bled out of her face. 
“There’s no formula or schedule to fix this, Jas,” she says softly, looking at her shoes. “Just time and space and communication. And even then, I can’t promise you anything. 
“I don’t need a promise. I just need to know if you’re willing to give me one more chance.”
One more chance. How many times has he asked for that? He doesn’t know. 
But he can hope. 
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silvermun · 25 days
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Besides the obvious, how accurate is SatBK?
in according to the legends?? not very accurate LMAO
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kasumingo · 2 months
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hazbin hotel gives me so much secondhand embarrassment
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thetruederaj · 4 months
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Me: I gotta start getting through this backlog in a timely manner.
Also Me: I know this chrome takes three days to dry, and always requires extra cleanup to look decent, BUT THE SHIIINNYY!!
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Molotow Liquid Chrome pens are a hell of a thing.
When they go on right, they look amazing.
I just rarely have the patience to make sure it goes on right.
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Returning to disco Grimmer because I voluntarily submit myself to torture sometimes
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robthegoodfellow · 4 months
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just read the caligator fic and rob you’ve been blessed by the gods you have the vision I’m the happiest person right now because one of my favourite fic writers not only saw the potential of this crossover but wrote the au that was running through my head thank you thank you thank you also side note all the references to Steve ripped my heart out and tore it to pieces in the best way possible ily
you are so sweet 🥲🥲🥲 i should've answered immediately but i was too overwhelmed with happiness. this crossover has sunk its claws so deep and if you have further thoughts for how it might go, send them my way PLEASE. so far i've just been babbling at @fizzigigsimmer who's thankfully been babbling back 😅 like this could just as much be a harringrove fic as a caligator fic and yep it'll hurt like a bitch but the GOOD kind of hurt?? maybe. perhaps.
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