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[faunflame]

they did my guy dirty

[iww-gnv]

SAG-AFTRA is going on strike again. This time, the union is calling a work stoppage against the major video game companies after nearly two years of trying to renegotiate its Interactive Media Agreement. The decision to hit the picket lines comes 10 months after the union’s initial strike authorization vote. The strike goes into effect July 26 at 12:01 a.m. The 10 companies facing the strike are Activision Productions Inc., Blindlight LLC, Disney Character Voices Inc., Electronic Arts Productions Inc., Epic Games, Inc., Formosa Interactive LLC, Insomniac Games Inc., Take 2 Productions Inc., VoiceWorks Productions Inc., and WB Games Inc. “We’re not going to consent to a contract that allows companies to abuse A.I. to the detriment of our members. Enough is enough. When these companies get serious about offering an agreement our members can live — and work — with, we will be here, ready to negotiate,” SAG-AFTRA President Fran Drescher said in a statement.

[felassan]

SAG AFTRA news update:

"SAG-AFTRA Members Who Work on Video Games Go on Strike July 25th A.I. Protections Remain the Sticking Point SAG-AFTRA National Executive Director & Chief Negotiator Duncan Crabtree-Ireland, acting under the authority delegated by the SAG-AFTRA National Board, and with the unanimous advice and counsel of the Interactive Media Agreement Negotiating Committee, called a strike of the Interactive Media Agreement, effective July 26 at 12:01 a.m. Today’s vote to strike comes after more than a year and a half of negotiations without a deal. The convenience bargaining group with whom SAG-AFTRA is negotiating includes Activision Productions Inc., Blindlight LLC, Disney Character Voices Inc., Electronic Arts Productions Inc., Formosa Interactive LLC, Insomniac Games Inc., Llama Productions LLC, Take 2 Productions Inc., VoiceWorks Productions Inc., and WB Games Inc. Any game looking to employ SAG-AFTRA talent to perform covered work must sign on to the new Tiered-Budget Independent Interactive Media Agreement, the Interim Interactive Media Agreement or the Interim Interactive Localization Agreement. These agreements offer critical A.I. protections for members. Negotiations began in October 2022 and on Sept. 24, 2023, SAG-AFTRA members approved a video game strike authorization with a 98.32% yes vote. Although agreements have been reached on many issues important to SAG-AFTRA members, the employers refuse to plainly affirm, in clear and enforceable language, that they will protect all performers covered by this contract in their A.I. language. “We’re not going to consent to a contract that allows companies to abuse A.I. to the detriment of our members. Enough is enough. When these companies get serious about offering an agreement our members can live — and work — with, we will be here, ready to negotiate,” stated SAG-AFTRA President Fran Drescher.   “The video game industry generates billions of dollars in profit annually. The driving force behind that success is the creative people who design and create those games. That includes the SAG-AFTRA members who bring memorable and beloved game characters to life, and they deserve and demand the same fundamental protections as performers in film, television, streaming, and music: fair compensation and the right of informed consent for the A.I. use of their faces, voices, and bodies. Frankly, it’s stunning that these video game studios haven’t learned anything from the lessons of last year - that our members can and will stand up and demand fair and equitable treatment with respect to A.I., and the public supports us in that,” said Crabtree-Ireland. “Eighteen months of negotiations have shown us that our employers are not interested in fair, reasonable A.I. protections, but rather flagrant exploitation. We refuse this paradigm – we will not leave any of our members behind, nor will we wait for sufficient protection any longer. We look forward to collaborating with teams on our Interim and Independent contracts, which provide A.I. transparency, consent and compensation to all performers, and to continuing to negotiate in good faith with this bargaining group when they are ready to join us in the world we all deserve." said Interactive Media Agreement Negotiating Committee Chair Sarah Elmaleh.  For more information and to search whether a video game is struck, please visit sagaftra.org/videogamestrike."

[source]

[nthspecialll]

I stand with the SAG-AFTRA strike!

The livelihood of the actors who made our favourite video-games is at stake, and so is the soul and personality of the future master-pieces which they are supposed to create.

Companies are stealing the voice actor's voices and faces, making AI versions of them, slowly removing the "need" for the real deal. This is not just something that is a problem for the actors, but also for the consumers as a robot in no way will be able to replicate the emotions and the feelings we see in characters.

Some companies will completely have a disreguard to the health of their actors in the motion captures, asking them to repeat hard fighting scenes or stunts over and over again with little pay and without a medic on scene, though it is their job to make sure there is. It is tough work and they deserve to be able to make a living with conditions that are safe and humane.

The studios are refusing to acknowledge these amazing preformers as preformers.

Now what does that mean for us as players, fans and content creators? Not a lot, we are not being asked to stop playing or anything similar. Here is what their websides says for content creators and streamers:

"The only situation in which streaming a struck video game would be in violation of our strike order is if you had rendered services as a performer in that struck game. Otherwise, we are not asking you to stop playing/streaming video games. In fact the opposite! Please continue doing what you love, and any support and solidarity would be extremely appreciated!"

And as for fans they simply ask that we show our support by talking about the strike and making posts similar to these which can be found on their webside:

Video game performers deserve fair wages, safe working conditions and A.I. protections. I call on the employers to #LevelUpTheContract. #SagAftraStrong #VideoGameStrike

I support video game performers in their fight for A.I. protections and a fair contract. It's time for the employers to #LevelUpTheContract! #VideoGameStrike #SagAftraStrong

Video game companies must offer A.I. protections to ALL video game performers. Join me and show your support for those who bring our favorite games to life. #LevelUpTheContract #VideoGameStrike #SagAftraStrong

More information can be found on SAG AFTRA's webside or their social media platforms

[leftistfeminista]

Trolls Used Her Face to Make Fake Porn. There Was Nothing She Could Do.

Sabrina Javellana was a rising star in local politics — until deepfakes derailed her life.

https://www.nytimes.com/2024/07/31/magazine/sabrina-javellana-florida-politics-ai-porn.html

Most mornings, before walking into City Hall in Hallandale Beach, Fla., a small city north of Miami, Sabrina Javellana would sit in the parking lot and monitor her Twitter and Instagram accounts. After winning a seat on the Hallandale Beach city commission in 2018, at age 21, she became one of the youngest elected officials in Florida’s history. Her progressive political positions had sometimes earned her enemies: After proposing a name change for a state thoroughfare called Dixie Highway in late 2019, she regularly received vitriolic and violent threats on social media; her condemnation of police brutality and calls for criminal-justice reform prompted aggressive rhetoric from members of local law enforcement. Disturbing messages were nothing new to her.

The morning of Feb. 5, 2021, though, she noticed an unusual one. “Hi, just wanted to let you know that somebody is sharing pictures of you online and discussing you in quite a grotesque manner,” it began. “He claims that he’s one of your ‘guy friends.’”

Javellana froze. Who could have sent this message? She asked for evidence, and the sender responded with pixelated screenshots of a forum thread that included photos of her. There were comments that mentioned her political career. Had her work drawn these people’s ire? Eventually, with a friend’s help, she found a set of archived pages from the notorious forum site 4chan. Most of the images were pulled from her social media and annotated with obscene, misogynistic remarks: “not thicc enough”; “I would breed her”; “no sane person would date such a stupid creature.” But one image further down the thread stopped her short. She was standing in front of a full-length mirror with her head tilted to the side, smiling playfully. She had posted an almost identical selfie, in which she wore a brown crew-neck top and matching skirt, to her Instagram account back in 2015. “It was the exact same picture,” Javellana said of the doctored image. “But I wasn’t wearing any clothes.”

There were several more. These were deepfakes: A.I.-generated images that manipulate a person’s likeness, fusing it with others to create a false picture or video, sometimes pornographic, in a way that looks authentic. Although fake explicit material has existed for decades thanks to image-editing software, deepfakes stand out for their striking believability. Even Javellana was shaken by their apparent authenticity.

“I didn’t know that this was something that happened to everyday people,” Javellana told me when I visited her earlier this year in Florida. She wondered if anyone else had seen the photos or the abusive comments online. Several of the threads even implied that people on the forum knew her. “I live in Broward County,” one comment read. “She just graduated from FIU.” Other users threatened sexual violence. In the days that followed, Javellana became increasingly fearful and paranoid. She stopped walking alone at night and started triple-checking that her doors and windows were locked before she slept. In an effort to protect her personal life, she made her Instagram private and removed photographs of herself in a bathing suit.

Discovering the images changed how Javellana operated professionally. Attending press events was part of her job, but now she felt anxious every time someone lifted their camera. She worried that public images of her would be turned into pornography, so she covered as much of her body as she could, favoring high-cut blouses and blazers. She knew she wasn’t acting rationally — people could create new deepfakes regardless of how much skin she showed in the real world — but changing her style made her feel a sense of control. If the deepfakes went viral, no one could look at how she dressed and think that she had invited this harassment.

[lovekz]

told you

syn-> rindou’s friends don’t believe him when he says he’s got a girl. and she’s fucking crazy

warnings : reader is possessive (not too bad), rindou gets no play, alcohol mention, reader drinks, crack

-

“wanna go out tonight?” shion asks, laying across the couch.

rindou was typing away on his phone, legs propped up on the coffee table.

every saturday, shion would come over and spend a night at the haitani’s, seeing as he was best friends with the younger one.

he was always welcomed, as long as he brought his own clothes.

which rarely happened anyway.

“depends. where?” rindou asked, not taking his eyes off his phone.

shion shrugged, before leaning back and thinking.

rindou didn’t rush him, and decided to continue what he was doing on his phone.

after five minutes of hearing loud videos from shion’s phone, he sat up immediately.

rindou looked at him with a raised brow, not understanding why he was so excited.

but the minute he took a look at his best friend’s phone, he understood why.

shion was showing him some club called angels that opened up a few months ago.

“think i’ll pass on that.” rindou chuckles, before leaning on the arm rest with a yawn.

“what? why?! all the hotties will be there, and drinks- and your best friend! why wouldn’t you wanna go?” shion complained, throwing his hands up.

rindou rolled his eyes immediately at shions little tantrum.

it happened a lot over the years, so it wasn’t like it was new to rindou.

besides, he’s got a valid reason as to why he doesn’t want to go.

“izana said he’s having a party at his tonight. besides, i have a girlfriend. i’m loyal.” rindou explains shortly, looking at shion from the corner of his eye.

shion grows silent, watching rindou with an unreadable expression.

the front door opens, and ran walks in with izana and kakucho following in tow.

ran immediately looks around suspiciously, knowing his home too be too quiet for shion madarame to be here.

his eyes finally landed on the two, slightly confused as to why they were sitting in silence.

until shion burst into loud, obnoxious laughter.

he laughed so hard his face had begun to turn red.

“you? have a girlfriend?! ha!” shion yelled loudly in his face, tossing his head back with howl.

izana immediately catches on to shion's outburst, and breaks into laughter right beside the boy.

kakucho tries to hide his laugh behind a cough, but anyone could recognize it fighting his throat.

ran joins in as well, putting a hand on rindou’s shoulder as he holds his stomach.

“no way! you haven’t kissed anyone since second grade!” ran teased, laughing loudly in his ear.

rindou was getting irritated, looking at everyone in the room mocking him. his so-called 'family' making him feel small.

was it really that hard to believe he got a girlfriend?

“why not tell us where she's from, rin? an a.i app?” izana snickered, making shion laugh louder.

now he felt embarrassed, although he knew you were real.

he’d met you around campus, and even had multiple class with you.

but for some reason, everyone around him didn’t think that you were an actual person.

rindou stood up from the couch, stuffing his phone in his pocket and shoving ran off him harshly.

“I’m going out.” he says, shoving izana out the way out of anger.

izana doesn’t react to it, just watches rindou as he puts his shoes on.

“be safe rinnie. tell your girl I’m having a party tonight and she’s invited.” izana giggles, watching rindou slam the door immediately.

if that was the case, rindou would prove them wrong by tonight.

-

“babe can you get my shoes?!” you yelled from upstairs in your room, fixing your dress.

you stood in your mirror, fixing your top and spinning in different angles a few times, making sure you liked the outfit.

it was the fifth outfit you put on, and you didn’t wanna be any more late than you were.

rindou came up stairs with your shoes, placing them before you and helping you into them.

“you’re sweet rinnie, but you didn’t have to.” you smiled, letting him help you out regardless.

rindou nods, before buckling them and standing up straight.

“do you like it? think i should change again?” you question, spinning in a circle to show off the outfit.

“mm-mm, don't change. love it.” rindou mutters, pulling you closer by the hips and kissing your lips softly.

you knew he was genuine, not just because he didn't want to wait another ten minutes downstairs.

you smile into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you.

he maneuvers you over to the bed and towers over you, beginning to tug on your shirt.

you immediately press a hand to his chest and push him lightly, smiling up at him sweetly.

“let’s save this for later. we got a party to go to honey.” you whisper, hooking your pink acrylic onto his chain.

he stares down at your own, his name engraved in it with a heart.

you got it custom made for his birthday, along with his name on your thigh.

rindou would never get over it.

-

when you make it to the party, you immediately leave rindou’s side to go hang with your own friends before meeting his.

he let you know not to get too drunk, but you didn’t have to listen.

so you only handed him your bag that had your emergency slippers and your purse and made your way to the kitchen.

once you left, shion immediately draped his arm around his shoulder and walked him to izana with a cheeky grin.

they were all sitting around in the living room, talking about god knows what.

when they don’t see rindou with a plus one he claimed he'd bring, they burst into loud laughter.

“rin! what happened to your plus one?!” izana asked immediately, tossing his head back and laughing.

rindou rolls his eyes and takes a seat on the loveseat, holding your things in his lap.

his brother notices the extra items, and laughs even harder.

“oh my god you went and bought those? that’s why you weren’t home?!” ran cackled, bringing attention to the items.

rindou puts his middle finger up, rolling his eyes.

“I have a girlfriend. she’s with her friends.” rindou sighs, slouching in the seat a little more.

izana snorts, muttering something about her also being with her other boyfriend.

the group laughs at that.

they make fun of him some more, until the topic of the girlfriend rindou 'doesn't have' grows a bit stale.

shion changes the topic sooner or later, finally in the mood to talk to any female around.

“aren’t they bad?” shion brings to attention, gesturing to the two girls that were standing by the speaker.

rindou shrugs, not paying attention and being loyal to you.

shion groans and snatches rindou’s phone out of his head and looking at him.

“come on! let’s get you a real girl and not a ai. not imaginary either.” shion jokes, before standing from his seat.

knowing shion, he would say some shit that probably wasn't true, or worse.

get everyone's attention.

once that thought runs through his head, rindou grabs his arm and shakes his head, trying to get him to sit back down.

“don’t do it shion. my girl is seriously fucking crazy and i wanna have a good night.” rindou practically begs, looking at his best friend.

ran kisses his teeth and looks at the blond boy, before waving him off.

“go introduce him to one of them. he’s so picky.” ran scoffs in annoyance, looking at his younger brother.

ran seemed to be growing annoyed with his brother's supposed lie.

rindou doesn’t get to object, because by time he tries to, shion is already running over to them.

he talks to them for a while, and the girl in the white mini dress that barely covers the top of her breasts looks over to him.

she sends a wave and a wink, to which rindou just jerks his head up in a small, lame greeting.

he doesn’t show any interest, just looks back down at his phone.

eventually, he feels weight next to him and a head leaning over his shoulder to look at his phone.

at first he believes it’s shion, fresh off rejection and in pain silently.

until he sees a shiny white nail tap on his phone.

he knew yours were baby pink with both your little zodiacs on it with a heart, of course.

rindou had paid to get it done after he broke your other set last week.

“his videos are hilarious. i love watching him.” the girl fake giggles lightly, smiling big at rindou.

it was the girl that had winked at him earlier, now sitting next to him closer than ever.

it wasn't like he'd recognized her from anywhere other than here, or even cared to figure out her name to tell her fuck off.

he was only worried about you.

his eyes immediately began to scan the room for you, but you couldn’t be found anywhere.

shit.

“yeah i bet you do.” rindou says shortly, still sounding completely unamused and uninterested.

shion and the other girl was sitting across from them, while ran, kakucho, and izana returned with drinks.

ran hands his brother a cup, probably the same thing he had.

so he takes a little sip of the orange looking liquid and hums at the fruity flavor.

the girl grins and sits up, looking into the cup.

“that looks good. can I try some?” she says sultry, and he knows she’s pushing boundaries.

rindou still can’t find you anywhere in the room to help him out.

before rindou can politely reject her though, she snatched the cup out his hand and drinks from the exact spot he drank from.

she left her lipstick stain on it, smiling at rindou as she licked her lips.

“mm, I was right.” she whispers, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in.

before her lips could try to connect with his, rindou feels her arms forcefully ripped from his neck and his face pushed back.

before long, the entire bottle of taylor port and pink whitney was dumped on her.

“why the fuck are you touching my man?” you asked, giving her the ugliest look ever.

the party seems to pause, music turned down and the entire friend group looking at rindou.

the girl doesn’t get the chance to reply, because she’s receiving punches faster than she can think about it.

she’s throwing her hands in the air and trying to defend herself, making rindou stand up immediately.

your coat was long gone, and your breasts were beginning to spill out your tube top.

rindou grabs you up off her, but then you shove him off and start fighting her friend.

“oh shit!” izana curses loudly, only because his drink was spilling all over the place during the maneuver.

now you’re fighting both of the girls at once, winning even though you were obviously drunk.

rindou groans and lifts you into the air, before shoving the other girls off you by their face.

“i’m not the one, ask about me bitch!” one of them yell out to you from in shion's arms, making you laugh.

“don’t gotta, you’re pussy and butt!” you yelled back, throwing your middle finger up.

rindou takes you up to izana’s bedroom in silence and sits you on the bed with a light frown.

you cross your arms with an angry pout, seeing yourself in the mirror across the room.

your hair was a mess and the tops of your areolas were showing.

rindou fixes your shirt and sighs, not sure of what to say.

“baby you think I won that?” you question with a smile, still a bit tipsy as you stand.

he holds you by the waist to steady you and looks into your eyes.

it was almost as if you didn't just get into a fight with two girls you didn't know over rindou.

not like he didn't expect it though, since it has happened at least twice before when you started dating him.

“didn’t have to do all that mama. was gonna stop her.” rindou says, rubbing your thigh in soft circles.

your skirt was hiked up during the fight, showing off your red thong.

you shrug, wrapping your arms around his neck and smiling big.

“gotta make sure they know you’re mine. I didn’t get this jewelry and tat for nothing.” you whisper, rubbing his cheek.

the door opens and rindou shields you from the view, looking behind him to see who it was.

it was izana and the rest of the friend group, still a bit in shock after the altercation downstairs.

rindou rolls his eyes, before turning back to you and fixing your skirt.

“who’s that? is it your friends? the one's you want me to meet?” you ask, peeking over his shoulder to see.

rindou nods, before deeming you decent enough and letting you go.

you wave sweetly, fixing your hair. “hi! sorry you had to see all that.” you giggle, having a seat on the bed once more.

izana nods, waving you off and sitting on the corner seat. he won't lie and say he didn't enjoy watching it.

“you’re.. his girlfriend?” ran asked in a unsure tone, looking you up and down.

you cross your legs and raise your eyebrow, nodding at him.

“there a problem with that or something?” you ask, immediately feeling offended by the question.

everyone shakes their head, recalling how you handled those two girls down there.

rindou stands up and sighs tiredly, before handing you your purse and your slides.

“gonna go get your sweats out the car. we’re leaving.” rindou informs, kissing the corner of your mouth.

you nod, smiling at him and waving a bit.

“oh! can you see if you see my coat? and my nail? damn, mira’s gonna kill me!” you cursed, looking down at your hands with a pout.

rindou nods, knowing he was just going to end up paying for another set on sunday.

when he closes the door behind him, all eyes are on you.

it stays silent for a bit, before izana speaks up first.

“so how much is he paying you?” izana asks, still in disbelief that you were his girlfriend.

and you were just as crazy as he said you were.

your outfit : <3 rindou's outfit : <3

[hkayakh]

Ok OSP isn’t on tumblr BUT in one of their videos Red talked about how before cellphones were invented, essentially no stories had anything close to a system of how a phone works. No people able to easily communicate with each other whenever, wherever, and forever. Nowadays we can have two people phone each other details about how to take down the baddie and even have it be a plot point when they can’t do that.

What I’m getting at is how I think something like that is going to happen with all his new A.I. stuff coming out. I’m talking about chat gpt, image and face emulators, voice A.I.’s.

So far the only thing I’ve seen close is how in the new movie Nimona which (spoiler):

the director says how that wasn’t her confessing to the murder of the queen but a fake, a clone or whatever

And that just barely comes close to the idea of A.I. framing someone

In the future, maybe 5 years I expect to see all sorts of stories that integrate the use of A.I. to fake people and drive forward the plot and storytelling.

[cheritzteam]

[Cheritz] Answering Customer Questions regarding the use of A.I. in <The Ssum> Season 2 and More

Hello, this is Cheritz.

Some of the photos of our newest Ssumone, June, have not been polished enough to the game standard, and we will be updating them as soon as possible. We apologize for the disappointment caused by this issue.

On that note, we would like to clarify the topic on the use of A.I. in art in June’s photos.

First of all, we express our sympathies to the fan base who have been worried about the recent issue over the use of A.I. in games and movies, as it has been linked to copyright issues, job security, and more.

As you may have already been aware, <The Ssum> had to showcase an unparalleled amount of text and images to create a long-term romantic experience for you, and in Season 1, we used real-world images and free stock images to achieve the goal. While keeping the subscription price as low as possible in relation to production costs, our team have been working on the game with a limited number of staff to make <The Ssum> viable in the gaming market on its own.

In Season 2, we decided to apply the 2D art style to meet the feedback received by the fan base, we used retouched images sourced by A.I. which got data exclusively from a commercially available sources of packs to avoid any conflict with copyright issues for the art work that do not involve characters’ faces.

It was never the case for our team to replace the art staff with machines, but rather because most illustrators in the game industry have preferences on drawing main character illustrations over backgrounds or objects. For that reason, the art team was more focused on drawing 2023 commemorative artwork for <Mystic Messenger> and SD images on social media. Also, because Cheritz has been running four-day work weeks since the start of 2023, there was an internal consensus to tap into A.I. to balance work and life for staff. There were no cuts or layoffs of art staff for Season 2 projects.

The team feel terrible about unpleasant surprises some of you may have gone through by us not announcing this before the release.

Additionally, we have learned that some of the users feel disappointed that the new character in <The Ssum> has a connection to one of the main characters of <Mystic Messenger>.

The team has been constantly getting requests for 2D-art style images and involvements of <Mystic Messenger> characters, and more text content to <The Ssum> since its release. Our team is aware of the users’ support for <The Ssum>, however, we did not expect the new change would sadden some of our loyal fan base.

We will do our best to make it obvious that the launch of June is not an extension of <Mystic Messenger>, but rather as an extension of the launch of <The Ssum>, where the games from the same company share a universe but are on their own game systems and charms.

In addition to the currently released June, we have a new character currently under development, and we plan to release the rest of Season 1 in 2024 with some of the improvements applied.

We understand this clarification would not satisfy everyone, and we feel awful that these changes made some of you feel disappointed. We will pay close attention to the negative impact that the A.I. has brought to the gaming industry, and we would like to find a viable way to reach out to you through our games.

The team would like to thank you for your continued support of <The Ssum> and other Cheritz games, and we truly appreciate our fans’ feedback.

We hope this announcement has made your heart a little lighter and given you clarity.

 *To clarify rumors about the author of <Mystic Messenger>, please let us address it as well here. The main writer of <Mystic Messenger> is Ms. Ri, the founder of Cheritz, as revealed in the Otakon video. Ms. Ri is also the writer of <Dandelion>, <Nameless>, and is the main writer of <The Ssum> Season 2.

Thank you.

-Cheritz Team

[notlhecxzsa]

Wings - N.R

An angel on earth? Sounds very impossible for the avengers, especially to Natasha who doesn't believe that god exists, but the most impossible that had happened was what Natasha felt. Love.

Warnings 🚫: None.

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Natasha's POV:

"An angel?" I ask, disbelief and amusement is lacing through my voice, as Fury debrief us on a new mission.

"Yes, Romanoff, it was last seen in russia, we don't know where as we can't find it, but we know it's just in the perimeters in some parts of ohio." Fury explained once again.

"How can you say it's an angel? Does it have wings?" Tony ask, genuinely confused like me.

"It is, but words are not enough, so i brought the video. Friday, can you show them the video i inserted earlier?" Fury said, in wich the a.i commanded to.

A video was shown to us, and we watched it with full of disbelief, but i know we're all amuse by this. It was caught from a CCTV, flying around, and walking on some part of russia, clearly looking lost, it seems like she's a girl, but i can't really guess as it's slightly blurry.

"How can you be so sure that it's really an angel, or that video is real, and not just edited by some random person?" Vision ask, completely not believing what he is seeing.

"Do you think we didn't scanned it all over and checked it twice if it's real or not, Vision? If it's not real, i wouldn't have come here to waste my time. Now suit up, we don't have time, we have an angel to get." Fury said in a hurry, and called Steve, maybe to debrief him because he's the captain.

We all went to our own rooms to change, and pack the things that we would need until we found this angel.

________________________________

"Are you sure that it's here, Stark?" I heard Steve whispered on the comms.

We're now here at an abandoned building, somewhere in russia. It's out first day here, not wanting to waste our time, we decided to start looking. But, i know, many of us are just too excited to see the winged creature.

I mean, we know gods are real. But, we've never seen an angel, so...

"Yes, i see the radiation and heat, and it's not very human. It's all alone, just keep moving forward, then take left when you're at the end." I heard Tony said, once again through comms, but i payed no mind on his instructions, as sometimes he could be wrong, plus, its like my feet have their own brain, its moving where it wants to be.

Tony, Wanda, Vision are on the air, while me, Steve, Sam, Bucky and Peter are inside the building where Stark and Vision had detected something. Thor and Loki are not here, since something came up in Asgard.

An unfamiliar quiet sniffle stopped me from walking, as my head whipped around on the direction where it came from. Walking slowly, not making any sounds, i heard the sniffles turned louder, following by a shuffling.

I stopped at the end corner, taking deep breaths before walking left. And my breath caught on my throat as soon as i saw a girl, curled up in ball, wearing a white dress, with gold lacing through it, she has no shoes or slippers to cover up her feet, and it actually looks sore and have cuts already.

I can't clearly see her face, because of her long hair covering her face. She has a pale skin and-.

Oh shit.

I was snapped out off of my trance as soon as i realized and saw her looking at me. Pale white skin, pink plump lips, that is wobbling and quivering, a well defined small cute nose, and god, those deep brown eyes. She's looking at me with full of fear and confusion.

My face turned into a frown when i didn't see any wings, where's the fucking wings?

Maybe she's not the angel?

"Hey..." I started, taking a step forward but soon stopped when i saw her afraidly shuffled backwards. "It's okay, i won't hurt you, okay?..." I was again, met by silence as she kept scanning me through her lashes, knees buckled up to her chest, with her arms hugging it.

"My name's Natasha, Natasha Romanoff, and im here to help you..." I said ever so gently, then trying to take a step forward, but, this time, thankfully, she didn't backed away, so i took it as an advantage to reach out my arms, but still not invading her personal space.

"Your feet is bruised, and it's clear that you need help, is it okay to touch you? Don't worry, i won't do anything, i just need to touch you so i can help you..." I explained softly, looking at her with gentle eyes and a small smile, reaching out my hand more as i took another step.

I saw her look to my hands, then my face, trying to contemplate if ever i mean any harm or not, i just wish im doing a good job on being soft and gentle as this is the first time im ever like this.

"M-my n-name's Y/n..." Oh god, her voice, i felt myself so lulled at it.

"Oh wow, that's a very beautiful name, Y/n..." At that, i caught the blushed on her face, but thought nothing out of it, so i continued, "Okay, how about i carry you to where we are going, or do you want to walk instead? Don't worry, we're just gonna go to my friends so they can treat you wounds, they're nice, they can be noisy and annoying, but they're nice." I said as i pulled a face, which i think made her snort a laugh a little.

"Now, come on, Y/n. Would you like to come with me?" I ask softly, with encouraging eyes and smile. I saw wheels running through her mind, a few seconds her eyes flash a glint of something trustful.

I smiled, as i saw her hands reach up to mine slowly, but it was soon stopped, and we're both startled when the loud boom of Tony's voice called my name.

"Aye! Romanoff! What are you- Oh..." The realization soon hit her, and i look back at Y/n, silently cursing Tony under my breath as i saw her all curled up again.

"Is that the angel?" Tony ask so casually, walking over to us.

My head snapped at his direction, glaring at him, and putting a hand up to stop him from walking, which he did. I look back again at Y/n, my hand is still in the air.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, it's just my friend... I told you they can be noisy and all annoying, but they're nice. Come on, Y/n, you don't have to be scared, don't worry, I'll stay by your side if you want me to." I said gently, to make her look up, which i successfully did.

She look at Tony, who sent her a smile, and me, who smiled softly at her.

"There you go, see, he's nice...Now come on, here..." I said, and stop myself mid sentence to take my shoes off, and show it infront of her. "Wear this so your feet won't hurt." I said, and she frowned.

"W-what a-about you? You-you're feet w-will hurt..." She said, and before i can answer i look at Tony and sent him a small nod, which he returned with one before flying off.

"No, don't worry about me, i have socks, now come on, it's getting abit dark and it's cold here, don't you think so?" I said, reaching up my hand for her to take.

"I- uh, i don't k-know how t-to put those o-on...." She quietly that i can barely even hear it.

"Oh, it's okay i can help you. Can i touch you?" I ask, and i smiled when i received a nod.

She stretched out her foots, until it's enough for me to put the shoes on. I carefully put it on her, trying not to hurt her because of the bruises.

The idea of finding the angel is now long gone, all i want is to get her out of here, save her and give her what she needs.

"There you go.." I said softly, slightly chuckled when i saw how big it is compared to her feet.

"It's big..." She said and wiggled her feet, which made me laugh and think about how cute it is.

"It is, isn't it? Now, let's go, Y/n, we've got to get going." I said, and stand up then reach out my hand for her to take, which she took.

The moment our skin touched, i felt how soft and smooth her skin, but the sudden small electric wave can't be unnoticed by me. Instead of overthinking it, i just lead us to where the quinjet is.

My left hand is on her lower back, and i was holding her hands with my right hand. I can tell that she need some support, so i just let her lean on me. But, i can't help but worry on how much her feet might have hurt, so without thinking, i ask her,

"Do you want me to carry you?" I ask, stopping our walk.

"W-what- i-, n-no, it's umm, it's fine, im fine." She stuttered, but i picked her up either way, causing her to let out a squeal.

Continuing our walk, ignoring the slight pain that the ground is causing my feet. She's surprisingly not that heavy, and i can't feel any wings on her back either, making me think again, if ever she's the angel or not. Choosing not to ask her, not wanting to make her uncomfortable, i continued walking towards the quinjet, where the team are waiting for me.

"Look, there they are..." I said to Y/n, causing her to look at the team, who is looking at us.

I saw her cheeks burned, and put her head on my shoulder, avoiding my friend's gaze.

"It's okay, they won't hurt you, i promise. I'm here, I'll stay by your side.

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No one's POV:

1 month.

It has now been 1 month since they took you in, you stayed in a cell in the first 2 weeks, but with your harmless and innocent actions proved them that you brought no harm to them, especially to Natasha.

From the very first day you were brought in to the SHIELD facility, she tried everything in her power to not let Fury lock you in, but unfortunately, he's the director, and she knows he's just doing what needs to done. She didn't even know why she wouldn't want you being all locked up like a prisoner as she didn't even know a single thing about you, but something inside her bubbled with protection at the thought of you.

Natasha had always been there with you, just like how she promised. It made you more comfortable around her, making her almost the closest thing you have, after you watch with your own eyes how the devil killed your family.

They always tried to take some words out of you, asking here and there if you're an angel, as they don't want to make you take a medical test, as you are still clearly inside a traumatic phase. They can see it by how you act, the way you flinched, and get scared easily was enough to make Natasha's heart break, it even almost made Fury soft.

You gave them no answer, you gave them zero answer to all of their so many questions. Afraid that they would do something bad to you, because that all you felt, as soon as your parents put you in that pod and landed here, you have no one to protect you.

Here, on this planet, you're not the princess who you used to be, you're a complete stranger from the other side of the universe, a complete naive stranger who knows nothing about the human beings, an angel who were hidden by her royalty parents, in order to 'protect' you from the cruelness of the multiverse.

You felt completely alone, almost as lost.

But, with Natasha by your side, you felt safe, comfortable. With Natasha by your side, you didn't felt lonely, she even made you smile and laugh with her corny dad jokes. She taught you so many things, even the board games you both always played whenever you two would always hangout, which is everyday.

Well, Natasha being Natasha, who is a like a daughter to Fury, he commanded Natasha's wish on becoming you guard, helper, guidance and all. Fury saw how you were whenever you're with Natasha, so he knows that agreeing with Natasha's wishes was not a bad idea.

You identity is still hidden, even to Natasha, but you know that sooner or later, you are gonna tell her who you are. I mean, she's been a really great company- friend to you, she's always there for you, and she showed no harm or any signs of betrayal to you, so you know that in any other way, you could trust her with your life.

Now, in the present time, you're with Natasha, getting ready to go to the 'amusement park', saying she wants you to have fun, as you were lock in a four walls for 2 weeks, but, mostly and truthfully, she wants you to have fun, she wants to hear you laugh and smile more, she wants you to discover more things.

She almost felt bad when she heard that you know nothing about amusement parks, i mean, you clearly know nothing, as you were always lock up in your room at the castle you lived. With guards and maids always following you and all, the places you go are limited, you're almost not allowed to go anywhere far without your parents.

"You ready to go, detka?" The red head asked you with a smile, eyeing you up and down, almost making you shrink down with the way she looks at you.

You're wearing a denim high waisted shorts, and Natasha's hoodie, which is big compared to your body, it was almost hiding your hands, and it all the way down to you upper knee, and a converse high tops. You always steal her clothes, even though she already buy you enough clothes- which you are very thankful for- you can't help but feel more comfortable with hers, and ofcourse, Natasha lets you, she always thought about you it looked better on you than it did to her.

"Yes, all ready!" You said excitedly, slightly jumping on your toes.

"Okay, come on, i already started the car." She stated, reaching out her hand for you to take which you did.

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The night to the amusement park is full of joy, happiness and laughter, with Natasha being your favorite game player on game booths. The both of you would play games here and there, but unfortunately for you, you always lose, that's why she decided to take it in her own hands to play it, which ended, thankfully, very well. She won all the prizes you wanted, and ofcourse, Natasha being Natasha, she gave it all to you, she spoiled you rotten.

There's one game that she won two prizes, the firing gun game, where the player will have a pellet gun, and the player needs to shoot the plastic cups. And obviously, being a very well veterinarian agent, ex-assassin and ex-spy, who is constantly saving the word using only a fire arm, she cleared all the plastic cups out of the way, leading her to a winning game.

The intimate loving gesture and signs between the two of you is completely unconscious, not that you didn't want it, you love it.

The way you hands would automatically entangle, the way the both of you would hug, witch occasionally kissing each others forehead and cheeks whenever a game that you- Natasha had played, turned out winning it. The way the both of you would occasionally feed each other with their own foods, smiling at each other unconsciously, and completely getting lost in it.

Now, you both are sitting side by side, in a ride called 'The Dream Twister', Natasha didn't really wanted to join, apart from being a not really fan of this things, she didn't want people seeing 'The Black Widow' sitting on a ride, being all smiley and laughy. But, with your face, and with the reassurance she received from you, she immediately gave in.

"Already?!" A loud excited voice came out from the speaker, making the people who's also on the ride with the boat you, scream 'yes' with excitedness, including you, while Natasha just chuckled, still holding you hand tightly.

"Very nice, beautifuls, the ride is getting started in...3....2....1! Get ready to get you dream twisted!" The voice came out just as excited as it is earlier.

The vehicle machine started, making your giddiness run up high. It started out slowly, then after some time, you could feel the adrenaline rushing through you body, as it started to get more faster. By then, the people you're with, started screaming, including you, while Natasha just shut her eyes close, and tightened her grip on you hand.

As time passes by, the ride started to be more aggressively fast, and somehow, you started to feel something off. You felt the way how the securing belts started to loosen, same with Natasha.

It all went so fast, people screaming, the belt automatically loosening off the making it's way up to you heads, making the people around you feel off. And you, not thinking of anything except Natasha, hugging her body tight, as your most kept secret freely escaped behind you back. Flying off to somewhere unsecluded, just the two of you, fear that you might scare people off, just how you will might scare Natasha off.

You're arms around her middle part, your head on her chest, with close eyes as you hug her tight, you wings automatically wrapping itself around her. While Natasha, clings to you just the same, but her eyes wide, with so many thoughts running through her mind.

Tears started to flow out of you eyes, for a few minutes of being frozen in same position as you did.

Fear of losing your best friend, the only person you have, the one who you found yourself feeling something romantic for. You can't lose her, you don't want to, not now, not ever. She's the only one you have, you can't bear losing her too.

Your sniffles, and choked sobs brought Natasha out of her trance, the feeling of disbelief (not in the bad way) is not changed with worry. The feeling of your white, with a trace of gold colored wings around her, made her feel safe, the most safest she felt for the first time, she almost wants to stay like that, but when she felt your wings started to fall solemnly on the ground, her worry started to grow.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong, lyubov?" She as softly, almost a whisper that it almost bring you to a very much needed comfort. But it's still no use, as the thought of losing her, being scared and disgusted of you, started to grow.

"P-please, d-don't leave me, i-im not b-bad, i-i promise, please, don't...l-leave me, Natasha...." You begged in between of you broken sobs.

Natasha felt her heart ache as she felt your body rocked by the sobs you made, the way you desperately beg her to not leave you, the way thought she would think badly of you after this revelation.

Ofcourse, she wouldn't, she could not do that to you, she won't leave you, even if the gods themselves decided to part the both of you, she will not let you go. You're the best thing that had happened to her, you gave her a much bigger meaning to be alive, and stay alive on the missions she had gone.

"Natty, p-please, p-please, i-i can explain-" You choked out, still hugging her tightly

You don't need to explain anything to her, you didn't need to. Because, she already knows, from the first time you both met in that abandoned building, she knows.

She just didn't want to share it, and decided to keep it to herself, she didn't even told you, nor her best friend, Clint. She gave you no signs that she knows you're different, she treated you just the same like when you both met. Even with those so many interrogations that you hate, she didn't speak a word on knowing that she knows.

She wanted you to said it yourself, she didn't want you to rush into things that you don't want to, she didn't want you to do something you're not open and comfortable with. For a spy, and an ex-assassin like, who was thought that love is only for children, for someone like her who knew nothing about love, she is the most understanding person, the most lovable person in her own way.

"Hey, hey, can you look at me?" She ask softly, rubbing your back and arm, asking for your attention which she received.

You pulled away you head to look at her, but still not letting her figure go out of you arms.  You saw how she smiled when your eyes met under the starry night, you saw no expression of disgust and fear in her eyes, she didn't looked at you the way those people looked at you when you first landed her on earth.

She looks at you like you're the most fragile thing she had seen, she looks at you with so much love and adoration, she looks at you as if her eyes speaks so much word that you couldn't seem to understand, but you know, it's a good thing, an amazing thing even.

"You have nothing to worry about, angel. I'm not gonna leave you, not now, not ever, no matter what happens. And stop thinking that im scared of you because of this..." She motioned her hands around your wings. "Because no, im not scare, nor disgusted, im not thinking of anything bad to you, understand that, my angel?" She explained softly, caressing your cheek lightly as she did so.

My angel.

The way she said your specie came out so perfectly, she said it with so much passion and love, you can heart it rolling of her tounge. And you know by then, it's now you're favorite word from her.

"Y-yes, Natty, i-im sorry i lied-" She cut you off.

"Shhh, it's okay, it's all fine, you didn't want to say it so why would i need you to say to me what you really are? You don't have anything to apologize for, sweetheart. Besides i already knew, so, i don't want to hear any apologize from you about this, okay?" She ask, and you nodded as she wipe you cheeks.

"But, still, you haven't done anything but be good and kind to me, Natty, i still should've atleast told you-" Once again, you were cut off by her.

"Shhh, shhh,you didn't need to tell me anything that you don't want to, okay? Do you understand me, dove?" She ask and you nodded.

After that, a complete comfortable silence fell at you surface, neither of you wanted to say anything, as once again, like the both of you always do, you got lost in each other's eyes. Both green and the deep brown eyes, glimmering under the moonlight with so much love.

So much love that even the gods from the above will be shy to break the two of you apart from each other, oh, how pure your love with each other, for forever and eternity.

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Want a part 2?

Damnnn, this one is 4000 words.

[hunterwritings]

soft | miguel o'hara

summary: you are probably the only person in the multiverse that miguel o'hara can be soft for warnings: none notes: i missed yall so much | wc: 1061

Miguel was a very intriguing character.

He didn't like many people, hell, you wondered if he liked anyone. Over the time that you known him, you've grown fond of the man and were around him much more often than others.

At first, Miguel just decided to ignore you when you would swing into his space, jumping down and standing next to him on the floating panel in the air. You just stood there and admired his work the first time, both a bit too scared and too intimidated to say anything, not wanting to upset or interrupt him. Miguel didn't think anything of it; as long as he could do his work without you interrupting him, he didn't mind.

You continued following him around, eventually building up the courage to try and start up a conversation. Most times, Miguel wound ignore you, unless you said something factually incorrect. Over time, he would eventually respond to your questions and carry out a conversation with you, seemingly interested.

Now, it's essentially become a habit of you barging into his work space and annoying him as he does work. He says it's annoying but he'd be lying if he said he didn't watch the clock and get upset if you're even 2 minutes late to seeing him, but it's not like he'd tell you that.

You've learned that Miguel doesn't have a spider-sense like most other spider people, and you've definitely used this to your advantage. Now, you crawled along the ceiling of the building, looking down on Miguel from above. You attached a web to the ceiling and used it to slowly slide down from the ceiling and stop as you were hanging upside down in front of Miguel with his back turned.

"Howdy stranger!" You said, semi-loud as you watched him jump in surprise.

"Jesus (Y/N)." He said with an agitated voice as he snapped around to face you hanging from the ceiling. "You really have to stop doing that." He added, his face falling back into the same brooding expression he normally has.

"Do I really have to? Or would you just really like me to?" You asked rhetorically with a smirk. He didn't respond, but instead gave you a knowing look as he scrunched his nose.

"Just to let you know, I got all of that on video and I will be uploading it." Lyla chimes in as she appears between the two of you. "Perfect, Lyla." You compliment as she laughs. "Wow, you are really not helpful, are you?" Miguel shakes his head with his fingers on the bridge of his nose. "I'm helpful when I need to be, but that was just too good to miss." She adds before disappearing.

"You gotta love that A.I., she brings a lot of smiles where you lack." You grin as he rolls his eyes and turns back to his holographic screens.

You pull yourself up and jump onto his back and wrapped your arms around his large shoulders. He didn't even look back at you, just kept his eyes on the screens as he moved around holograms. You clung to his back with your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms around his shoulders with your head peering over his shoulder. "So, whatcha doing?" You asked.

"Oh nothing important, just making sure that the fate of the multiverse is intact, not that big of a deal." He says sarcastically while shaking his head. You chuckled at his tone of response. "Wow, sounds really boring." You reply. He turns his head slightly to look at you over his shoulder with a stern look before turning back. "Yeah, really boring." He says back before taking a deep sigh.

"Well, I think you're due for a break right about now." You say, jumping off his back and standing next to him. "How's about we go to the cafeteria and get some lunch?" You say, snapping your fingers and pointing at him.

"No, I can't leave this." He says, not even letting his eyes leave the screen.

"Okay.. how about I bring your food here and you actually eat something?" You say as you cross your arms. He sighed, knowing you weren't gonna let it go.

"I'm good, (Y/N)." He says, his eyes drifting to you.

You groan and throw your head back. "You know, one of these days, I'm just gonna tie you down and force feed you." You jokingly say as you walk back towards him.

"I don't think that'd be easy for you." He says, giving a rare grin across his lips.

"Hey, I'm Spiderman just like you buddy, don't think I can't do it." You say, pointing up at him with a smile.

"No I-I'm sure you could." He smirks, putting his hands on his hips. You smiled wide as you looked up at him.

You jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders like before, but this time you were facing him. He reached one of his large hands down to lay on your lower back for support.

"You better be careful mister, I can be pretty dangerous you know." You say in a nonchalant joking tone, pointing your finger in his face.

"Oh, yeah no, I bet." He agrees as he smiles while shaking his head.

"Y'know, it'd be a lot easier to stay mad at you if you weren't such a pretty man." You joke as you lay your hands on either sides of his defined cheeks. He raises an eyebrow with a small smirk.

You leaned in and pressed your lips against his. His whole body relaxed as he exhaled and closed his eyes. You pulled away and he pressed his forehead against yours, not wanting to move. His eyes stayed closed as he took a deep breath before pulling back and finally gazing upon you with now soft eyes. You smiled softly, knowing that's what he waited for all day.

"Okay, well I'm gonna go get those empanadas." You say as you jump down from his arms and begin walking backwards. "You better eat them or swear to God, I'm getting handcuffs." You say as you turn around and swing away. Miguel chuckled and shook his head. Out of all the people around him, he was happiest to have you there, even if you 'annoy' him sometimes.

[alieinthemorning]

Marry a Man Through His Stomach [Miya Atsumu]

Content: Fluff, Soft, Marriage

Pronouns: None

Header: @/tsumoos

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This work's concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.

"Is that what I think it is?" He barely toed his shoes off at the entrance before bounding his way into the kitchen, coming right up behind you to take a whiff of the pot you were stirring. "Hell yeah!"

You rolled your eyes, dishing him a small portion into the soy sauce plate you had been using. He leaned down, eagerly slurping.

He hummed, smacking his lips before looking down at you with bright eyes.

"Man, I'm glad I married ya."

It was a lunchtime like any other. You were sat at your desk, just finished with putting your materials away and finding a video to watch with your lunch. However, once you opened the lid to your bento, did someone decide to pester you.

"Oh lemme have some!" A hand reached for your food, which you quickly swatted at.

"I literally just opened this—can I have a bite of my food before ya start beggin'!" You huffed at him, taking a bite of gyoza.

"Fine, ya've taken a bite—lemme have some gyoza too!"

"Oh my—fine!" But just as you went to grab the gyoza to pass to him, a pair of chopsticks, that obviously weren't yours, snatched it up  and dropped it right into Atsumu's open mouth.  

His face went through the motions of: happy, disbelief, then finally happy again.

"Man, yer ma is a good cook."

You raised a brow, "Ma didn't cook this. I did."

"Ya made this?" He paused, taking another bite (from another piece of food he had stolen from you—the bastard) then nodded to himself. "Yeah, imma marry ya some day."

You blinked, felt the heat raising to your cheeks, then laughed.

"Yeah right!" You were sure he was just saying shit out of his ass.

"Ya laugh now, but I'm sure there'll be a ring on that finger." He tapped your left ring finger.

Then he left (making sure to swipe one last piece of food), leaving you to mull over the nonsense he had spewed.

This very quickly began to become a habit of his, pestering you for your food until you relented (which didn't take long) then commenting in someway about your alleged future marriage.

You didn't think much of it until you were making a bento for him (finally sick and tired of him stealing your food) and your mother said something to you.

"Feedin' a friend of yers?"

You nodded, "Somethin' like that..."

She hummed. "Well ya know, the way I won yer father's heart is through the stomach so—"

You whipped your head around so fast you were sure it was going to go spinning off.

She threw her head back, laughing loudly at your flustered face.

"Make sure to bring'em around soon, okay?" And she was out of the room before you could refute her.

But in the end she was right—both she and Atusmu, actually.

You had won his love through his stomach, and just like he said, you were wearing that platinum band on your left ring finger.

You fidgeted with it fondly, a small smile gracing your fingers. The smile widen as he grabbed your hand, placing a kiss right on the band.

"You know, I'm glad ya begged for that gyoza that day..."

He raised a brow, a smirk threatening to split his face. "Oh really? Yer were that eager to marry me?"

"Not then no, but later...yeah." You leaned forward, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "I'm glad I said yes."

"Well, I'm happy I put the thought in yer head." He pulled you closer, "Now come're..."

I was supposed to write something else first, but then I had this thought and had to stop everything I was doing to write it. 

Anyway, I've been sucked back into the Haikyuu! Hole and Atsumu has been my hyperfixation, and there simply aren't fresh fics for him so, it's time I feed myself and the people.

Ko-Fi | Commission | Masterlist

[lostinhistory]

Hyperpartisan and misleading content from popular right-wing pages such as Canada Proud is thriving on Facebook as the election nears.

By Matina Stevis-Gridneff and Stuart A. Thompson

Matina Stevis-Gridneff reported from Toronto, and Stuart A. Thompson from Hamilton, Ontario.

April 21, 2025Updated 3:38 p.m. ET

Mark Carney was just days away from announcing his bid to lead Canada’s Liberal Party in January when his face popped up on a viral right-wing Facebook page.

Two photographs showed Mr. Carney, who became prime minister last month, at a garden party beside Ghislaine Maxwell, a convicted sex trafficker and former confidante of the disgraced financier Jeffrey Epstein. There was no evidence that Mr. Carney and Ms. Maxwell were close friends, and his team dismissed the pictures as a fleeting social interaction from more than a decade ago.

But they were perfect fodder for Canada Proud, a right-wing Facebook page with more than 620,000 followers. For days, Canada Proud posted about the images, including in paid ads that repeatedly said Mr. Carney had been “hanging out with sex traffickers.”

This type of online content — hyperpartisan and often veering into misinformation — has become a staple in the Facebook and Instagram feeds of Canadians as the country heads toward a crucial federal election on April 28. While such posts have become familiar in political campaigns everywhere, the content is especially prominent in Canada during its first-in-the-world, long-term news ban on Facebook and Instagram.

Meta, which owns Facebook and Instagram, blocked news from its apps in Canada in 2023 after a new law required the social media giant to pay Canadian news publishers a tax for publishing their content. The ban applies to all news outlets irrespective of origin, including The New York Times.

Amid the news void, Canada Proud and dozens of other partisan pages are rising in popularity on Facebook and Instagram before the election. At the same time, cryptocurrency scams and ads that mimic legitimate news sources have proliferated on the platforms. Yet few voters are aware of this shift, with research showing that only one in five Canadians knows that news has been blocked on Facebook and Instagram feeds.

The result is a “continued spiral” for Canada’s online ecosystem toward disinformation and division, said Aengus Bridgman, director of the Media Ecosystem Observatory, a Canadian project that has studied social media during the election.

Meta’s decision has left Canadians “more vulnerable to generative A.I., fake news websites and less likely to encounter ideas and facts that challenge their worldviews,” Dr. Bridgman added.

In a statement, a Meta spokesman said the company had been “forced to make the difficult business decision to end the availability of news to comply with the law.” That could change if the law is reversed, he said. Paying publishers would most likely cost Meta, which generated $164.5 billion in revenue last year, 62 million Canadian dollars a year, or about $44 million.

Canada Proud, which is now one of the most popular political Facebook pages in Canada and has more followers than the country’s major parties, has emerged as a particularly potent weapon aimed at the Liberal Party and Mr. Carney.

Since Mr. Carney called last month for a snap election, Canada Proud has averaged nearly 200,000 engagements a day, rivaling the engagements of official Facebook accounts for the major political party leaders, according to an analysis by The Times. Since January, Canada Proud has had more than nine million engagements on its posts and its videos have been viewed nearly 60 million times, the analysis found.

Canada Proud often posts news updates, citing mainstream news sources that are barred from sharing their content on Facebook. But the posts sometime add misleading details not found in the original reports, according to a review by The Times.

One of its posts this month said Mr. Carney had suspended his campaign because of “connections with China” and cited a major Canadian news outlet, Global News, as its source. But the Global News article did not mention connections to China. Mr. Carney had instead paused campaigning to return to Ottawa, the capital, to deal with tariffs imposed on Canada by President Trump.

“Canada Proud has been very successful,” Dr. Bridgman of the Media Ecosystem Observatory said. Social media, he added, has “shifted to the right and continues to do so.”

Canada Proud, which describes itself as a “grass-roots group of Canadians” concerned about the country’s direction, is run by Mobilize Media Group, a public affairs firm that has worked for Conservative Party candidates. The group was founded by Jeff Ballingall, a conservative political operative who has made waves in federal and provincial elections in Canada since he established Mobilize Media in 2016.

Canada Proud, which also has hundreds of thousands of followers on X and TikTok, does not disclose its funding sources. It accepts donations and sells merchandise.

Mr. Ballingall said that Canada Proud’s posts “speak for themselves, and we encourage people to watch and read all our content before rushing to judgment.” Canada Proud’s prominence in the election was reported earlier by The Logic.

Mr. Ballingall said that some traditional Canadian media should be held accountable, because the tax on Meta went into effect partly as a result of their lobbying the Trudeau government. “I’m a strong believer in traditional media, and Canada Proud is not trying to replicate that. There should be tons of different voices,” Mr. Ballingall said. “What we have now is this weird zombie ecosystem in Canada.”

Canada Proud has also bought more than $250,000 in ads on Facebook and Instagram since January, according to Facebook’s ad tracker, making it the 15th-biggest ad spender in Canada during that period.

One ad, published last month on Facebook and Instagram, included the photo of Mr. Carney with Ms. Maxwell. It was seen more than 100,000 times.

Dozens of political ads from other sources with content generated by artificial intelligence have also flooded Canadians’ Facebook feeds in recent weeks. The ads often masquerade as news articles from legitimate sources but link to fake websites that resemble mainstream publishers like the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation, the national public broadcaster.

Among some of the A.I.-generated content about political events that did not occur are plugs for cryptocurrency schemes.

The sites have exploited Mr. Trump’s trade war, which rattled Canadians and opened the door for marketers to push false investment products with a timely peg. In March, a securities commission in Canada issued a warning that the news site mimicry gave “their schemes the appearance of legitimacy.”

Canadian media have responded to the news ban on Facebook and Instagram by focusing on other platforms, mostly TikTok. A study last year by the Media Ecosystem Observatory found that after one year, engagement on social media with Canadian news outlets had fallen by about half.

Kenny Yum, the senior director of innovation and partnerships at CBC News, said his organization did not need Facebook to reach Canadians.

“They’re long in the rearview mirror for many of us in the Canadian industry,” he said. “They made themselves a non-news platform.”

[dg-outlaw]

Supermom... I mean, Absolute Superman #3 Review

Okay, now that we're all done staring, respectfully.

*waits while you make your fanfic and/or cosplay notes, and finish questioning or confirming your sexuality*

Anyway. This was actually a really good issue... story-wise, and I like how we've spent a lot of time on Krypton, despite knowing that it's a doomed planet.

*mild spoilers below the cut*

I don't recall where, but I recently saw a popular comic book influencer (I'd name them if I remembered which one) talking about how Krypton's downfall tends to change or be tweaked based on real world issues faced here on planet Earth, and it's not hard to see the parallels here to our modern age.

I know, I know. "Comics shouldn't be political! They're supposed to be fun picture books with splashy colors, beautiful people, and with whimsical stories that don't mean anything."

😒

Whether it's climate change and climate change denial, the usage and reliance on A.I. and it's pros and cons, classism and the self-preservation of the ruling class, suppression of voices of scientific fact and reason in favor of maintaining the status-quo, capitalism, or to just give the ruling class time to build their arcs while their ill-informed followers suffer with the rest of us, it's all here. And sadly, I wish this comic weren't looking like an omen for the United States and possibly the world's future.

Often at the heart of the fall of Krypton story is Jor-El and sometimes Lara Lor-Van, as the voice(s) of reason and warning, desperately trying to save the planet. What we often don't get is Clark/Kal-El's perspective as he's often shipped off as as baby before it all goes kaboom, with Ma and Pa Kent taking on the role of his parents and helping shape who he becomes. Instead, what I've enjoyed about this run is that he is there with his parents, living life, watching his parents be who they are, and becoming who he is as a result of being their son. He's not just some random baby who later learns of who he is and who his parents were from some random videos Jor-El uploaded to the cloud. He's getting to experience this tragedy in real time, and we get glimpses of a "What if...?" Kryptonian childhood (similar to Kara/Supergirl who lived and experienced Krypton), and it's interesting to see how that shapes this Absolute universe's version of Superman.

Yeah, this Absolute universe does not pull punches, except for maybe in Bruce's case with Batman, but Gotham seems way worse. And while this run hasn't quite bridged the gap between "Then" and "Now", we're getting close, and this issue did help me understand more of Kal's "Now" personality here on Earth a little bit better.

Not to mention, Momma Supes is a bad ass in this issue, but something tells me you've probably already figured that out.

[lynlyndoll]

IDOL LIFE

genre: smau, fluff, idol au, possible smut hints but i don't think it will be something very detailed (?), angst maybe (sad things WILL happen.)

pairing: idol! han x æspa 5th member! reader

appearances and specifications: ok, so it will be the whole skz, the whole æspa, as for the bestie group that y/n has: yuqi from (g)i-dle, lia and yuna from itzy, minji from newjeans. also, felix is childhood besties w y/n (I HAVE AN UNHEALTHY OBSESSION WITH BEING BESTIES W FELIX IDK). In this au, I invented a new award show, called Korean Music Award, (shortly KMA) so I won't interfere with any other award show that has amazing MCs. Also, this is my first time doing a smau (smile through the pain and struggle 😔) so yall, please be kind😞.

synopsis: Since you have debuted, you have made lots of friends from different groups that you admired. And one group you admired was your bestfriend's group, Stray Kids. Since they debuted, you have been a devotated stan, always buying their merch and albums, always watching their lives, videos and m/vs. However, you haven't had the right time to actually meet everyone face to face, being incredibly occupied with your own group's activities. As you were already a group for over 1 year, you have been selected for being an MC for KMA. What happens though, when you see that you have to MC with one of your biggest idols?

PROFILES

we are A.Is || abandoned children (pt.1) (pt.2) || crazy people + lia

CHAPTERS

1. Y/N.. WHAT DID YOU DO?!

2. tbd

taglist!!

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Be careful touching objects from abandoned amusement parks. You may soon discover the reason why the park was abandoned.

Also featuring TateLugia as Tindalos.

Original art piece was by Ghostshiny with fixes from TateLugia

The following story was written by me with input from TateLugia and with some dialogue taken from Indigo Park

Saturday, October 7th, 20xx

In a dark stretch of forest, a car rode down a road that looked like it hadn’t been used in months. The two passengers, a pink dragon named Napoleon and a blue wolf named Tindalos (who also had a marking on his left eye and tail fins like those of a Lugia, though they were red in color), were conversing in the front row.

“Are you sure this is the place?” Napoleon asked.

“Me sure of it,” replied Tindalos. The dragon and the wolf had driven up to a gate plastered with “Do Not Enter” and “Private Property” signs. Tindalos gestured towards a sign that read “This is not a park entrance”.

“Okay. I just hope nobody catches us,” Napoleon said, as the two drove through the open gates. A few minutes later, they arrived at their destination: the site of the abandoned Indigo Park. The two of them heard of it while searching for places to potentially do some urban exploration. No one had explored the abandoned site despite the park being shut down for eight years, so that’s where they decided to explore. Maybe they could find clues on why it was abandoned.

The two of them parked just in front of what looked to be the main entrance. Trash, boxes, and discarded merchandise littered the outside.

“Darn. The gate’s shut,” Napoleon said, noticing the locked gate.

“Maybe we can get in through there,” Tindalos said, pointing toward a door by the ticket booth with a sign that read “Ranglers Only” hanging above it.

“It’s worth a shot,” Napoleon responded, and the two of them headed in front of the door. Napoleon was just about to ask how they were going to get in when the door opened automatically.

“Huh. Tindalos guesses this place still has power,” Tindalos remarked as they walked inside. The interior was a small room that looked to be part of the ticket booth. A desk with a dual-monitor computer sat by the window, with a TV monitor hung on the wall a little ways away from it. As Napoleon and Tindalos walked toward the desk, the TV suddenly sprung to life. It appeared to be an informational video with the park’s main mascot, Rambley the Raccoon, introducing the park.

Rambley enthusiastically greeted the two. “Hi there, and welcome to Indigo Park! The world’s most innovative and engaging family fun experience! Jump into the world of your favorite chara…” The screen suddenly glitched out. Startled, Napoleon and Tindalos looked at each other. The screen returned to normal, but this time, Rambley looked surprised.

“Wait!” he exclaimed, “You two are the first guests in 2920 days, 4 hours, 23 minutes, and 38 seconds! Congratulations! I’m Rambley, Rambley the Raccoon, and it’s my job to make sure your experience here at Indigo Park is the most fun it can be! Just hop on over to the registration center to your left!”

Now Napoleon and Tindalos were even more surprised. Not only did Rambley directly acknowledge their presence, but he also seemed to know how long the park had been shut down for. Evidently, Indigo Park used a program that used Rambley as an A.I. assistant for park guests and staff. The two quickly shook off their surprise and made their way over to the computer. Rambley appeared on the left monitor.

“Hi, I’m Rambley, Rambley the Raccoon!” he repeated, “I’ll just make sure the two of you are registered! Let me just get a goooood look at you.” As he said this, he popped up closer to the screen. After a few seconds, Rambley popped back into the center of the screen and said, “Hmm, I don’t seem to have either of your faces on our guest list. Also, neither of you appear to be…human. That’s great! I have a special job for a couple of Ranglers like you! Make sure the generator in the room behind you is up and running and meet me over by the main gate!” The left monitor then went dark.

Now Napoleon and Tindalos were confused. Rambley clearly considered the two of them as staff, but…why?

“Well, that was weird,” Napoleon said, “But we might as well do what Rambley says.” He opened the door behind the desk and saw the generator and a switch. The generator seemed to be running. Napoleon looked closer and saw that there was an empty slot where a gear should have been.

“Hey Tindalos!” he called out, “The generator’s missing a gear!”

“Tindalos thinks he sees it on one of the boxes!” Tindalos called back.

“Great! Pass it over!” After the handoff, Napoleon slotted the gear in the empty slot and went over to flip the switch. The switch wouldn’t budge at first, but after using both hands, it gave way, and the overhead lights turned on.

“The power’s on. Let’s head back to the main gate,” Tindalos said. They exited the room and walked back to the park entrance. Rambley popped up on the screen next to the gates.

“Welcome, new Ranglers, to Indigo Park!” Rambley exclaimed cheerfully as the gate slowly opened, “Meet me over by the gift shop next!” Napoleon and Tindalos made their way inside. The entrance area was overgrown with weeds, and one of the turnstiles was blocked off by rubble. The one that was over by the entrance to the Critter Corner gift shop still appeared to be usable. The two of them walked over to the turnstile, and Rambley appeared on the monitor that hung above it.

“Alright, new Ranglers,” Rambley continued, “You see that unmarked door over on the other side? Head over there, and I’ll get you two set up.” Napoleon and Tindalos glanced over to their right and saw the door that Rambley mentioned. By now, even Tindalos was getting apprehensive.

“Hey Napoleon?” he whispered nervously, “Me don’t know if we should trust Rambley.”

“Yeah, but maybe we should go in anyway,” Napoleon whispered back, “I don’t want him to phone the police or something like that.”

“If you say so…” Tindalos responded, as the two of them walked toward the unmarked door. The door automatically opened, and they walked inside. Upon initial observation, the room looked like a storage room. Stock for the gift shop was lined up on shelves, and there were several baskets, some containing hangers for the shirts and sweaters, and others containing keychains with the park mascots. As the two made their way around, they found another door in the back. A monitor hung next to it. They really seemed to be everywhere. Once again, Rambley popped up on the monitor.

“Through this door, you’ll find items related to all the Indigo Park mascots,” Rambley explained, “Go ahead and pick an item.” The door opened, and there were more baskets inside. These baskets contained replicas of Rambley’s bandanna, wigs that resembled Finley the Sea Serpent’s mane, and flasks containing potions that looked like what Salem the Skunk would brew. Napoleon took interest in a basket that contained replicas of Mollie Macaw’s flight cap, and a row of replicas of Lloyd the Lion’s microphone caught Tindalos’ eye. Tindalos grabbed one of the microphones, and Napoleon put on one of the flight caps. As soon as they did, an odd rush of energy flowed through both of their bodies.

“Did you just feel something?” Napoleon asked.

“Yeah,” Tindalos confirmed. “Whoa, Napoleon! Look down!”

Napoleon did, and as he did so, he saw that he was suddenly dressed in Mollie’s full aviator outfit. He pointed back at Tindalos. “You should look at yourself too!”

Tindalos looked down, and he saw that his tank top had turned into Lloyd’s waistcoat, complete with a blue bow tie. At the same time, his shorts and shoes were starting to vanish. His fur was beginning to shift from blue to orange, and some of his head and neck fur began growing out into a reddish mane.

“Tindalos thinks these things are turning us into the park’s mascots!” Tindalos exclaimed as his snout broadened.

Napoleon started to reply but couldn’t get any words out as his snout was shortening and his teeth were fusing together and darkening to almost a black color and pushing out. A white shine started forming in his pupils as feathers began to sprout all over his body, blue on his arms, white on his face, and yellow on his belly and neck. His horns and wings began shrinking, and his hands were changing shape as the feathers covered them, his fingers becoming more feather-like. His feet also began shifting in appearance, his dewclaws shifting towards the backs of his feet and toes fusing together and elongating, the talons changing color from green to black. His already digitigrade heels grew longer as his legs shrank.

“Hmm, Tindalos says this is quite a splendid outcome!” Tindalos said, as his voice cracked. It was now sounding more confident, more regal even. The bush on his tail vanished as the appendage grew longer and thinner, the fur on the tip forming a reddish tuft beyond the red Lugia-like fins. His shorts and shoes vanished completely, and he was now wearing a blue suit with black wrist cuffs. He was now almost completely covered in orange fur with yellowish fur on his snout, hands, feet, and belly, and his eyes shifted from blue to red. His nose and tongue began taking on a bluish hue, with blue paw pads forming on his hands and feet.

Napoleon’s snout disappeared entirely as his fused teeth fully pushed out into an avian beak. A black scale began forming on his elongated feet. He tried speaking again. “You know what, I agree!” he chirped. His voice had also changed, now sounding higher-pitched and more feminine. New memories started forming in his brain. Though the memories of his soon-to-be-past life weren’t erased, he wasn’t Napoleon anymore. He, or rather she, was now Mollie Macaw, the barnstorming parrot that also makes (and crashes) her own planes. At the same time, Tindalos’ brain was undergoing similar alterations. He was now Lloydford L. Lion, actor extraordinaire!

Mollie’s draconic features were vanishing still. Her neck and tail were getting shorter, the spines on her back and tail disappearing, in addition to her horns. As her tail shrank, feathers began sprouting from the tip, growing out into a fan of tail feathers as the tail was reduced to a nub. Her toes finished fusing and merging from four to two, the dewclaws each now fully formed into a third, rear-facing toe with the black scale fully covering her feet. The wings on her back vanished completely as her arms fully morphed into wings, yellow and green feathers forming on her wingtips. She was now entirely covered in feathers, green feathers now covering the top of her head, and her pupils had become fully white, signaling the end of her transformation.

At the same time, Lloyd was also undergoing further changes, though they weren’t as drastic as Mollie’s. His ears shrank and became more rounded, and the insides of his ears took on a darker blue coloration. His tongue and nose were now fully blue, with his nose also more triangular. Yellow streaks began lining his mane and tail tip as his transformation came to a close.

Mollie and Lloyd looked at each other, gazing at their new forms excitedly. Or had they always been like this? Regardless, they exited back into the main storage area. Rambley appeared on the monitor again.

“Look at you two! Both of you look like proper mascots now!” Rambley appeared to be staring at Lloyd, and his enthusiastic tone dropped, “Though I’m going to have a serious talk with SOMEbody about HIS choice of mascot.” Mollie glanced over at Lloyd. Lloyd just looked back in confusion.

Rambley continued, his voice now more serious, “Anyway, ever since the park shut down, the old mascots have gone feral, and since I’ve been stuck at the entrance for so long, I don’t even know the exact state of the park right now.” He paused for a few seconds. Mollie and Lloyd were saddened. How could their beloved park fall into such a state?

Rambley spoke up again, his voice regaining that chipper tone, “But with the help of you two, I’m sure we can restore Indigo Park to its former glory! I have access to the repair documentation in my database, but I can’t perform most functions without manual input. Would you two be willing to restore the park?” Mollie and Lloyd perked up. Of course, they wanted to restore the park! Rambley seemed to share their enthusiasm.

“I can see from the facial tracking data of both of you that neither of you are opposed to this! Oooh, I’m so excited! Let’s get this place back in business! Oh, and just…be careful regarding the old mascots. I don’t know how they’ll react to other versions of themselves.” With that, Rambley vanished from the monitor.

“Well, Lloyd,” Mollie chirped, “You know what we have to do!”

“Indeed Mollie!” Lloyd boomed, “Let’s make this place prrrrroud and prrrrrestegious like me once again!” The two of them exited through a side door leading to the main plaza and set out on a new adventure to help Rambley in his goal of restoring Indigo Park!