#The Good In Me fic
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I think number 16 for those dialogue prompts with tgim au has the potential to be very upsetting 😊👀❤️
This took way too long! Some minor spoilers for Izuku’s future situation in TGIM, but I don’t think it’s anything people didn’t expect lol
(it was so hard not to get this beta read just out of habit lol)
I love you and hope you’re doing good and will enjoy!!! For the uninitiated this is a bnha fic where Izuku gets kidnapped and raised by Chizome from a young age. You can read it here! Warning for death of an unnamed hero ✌️
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Izuku waited until Stain left before he dared to show himself. He was never sure whether it would help or not, having someone there to witness their final moments. It wasn’t like he’d be able to help them. Stain would see the blood on his clothes and know if he tried. He always knew, even when Izuku was extra careful.
Still, he couldn’t bear the thought of letting them be alone.
It hadn’t been a clean kill, leaving the woman choking on blood as it bubbled up to fill her throat with every struggling breath. That had been intentional; Stain was far too competent for it to be anything else. Maybe it was a final chance. Some twisted version of kindness, to leave her survival up to fate or karma. Like this, if someone were to find her soon enough, she might have a chance of surviving.
Too bad no one had come to investigate the soft, desperate sounds she made since Izuku had begun his vigil. They knew that Stain haunted alleys, and few passersby’s would be willing to risk running into such a monster face to face.
She’d noticed him immediately, desperate eyes tracking his cautious movements from the roof, down the fire escape, and into the cover of the dumpster’s shadow. Not that he’d been making any effort to hide himself from her; she wouldn’t be around long enough to tell anyone about him. Still, with the amount of blood she’d lost, it was an impressive feat that she was still conscious and present enough to do so.
Her eyes had gone wide, her mouth flapping uselessly, and a bloodied hand had reached towards him. It had only trembled an inch off the ground before it had flopped bonelessly to the dirty concrete, her strength failing her. Izuku hadn’t moved closer despite how she had been gazing at him with the kind of misplaced desperation and hope that made his stomach churn.
“God, I'm so sorry,” he rasped, fingernails biting into the calloused skin of his palms and he balled his trembling hands into tight fists. He felt his stomach churn as he looked at that blood soaked hand, and the wedding ring on it, and remembered that she had a husband and a two year old daughter waiting for her at home. He’d begged Chizome to leave her alone, but whatever she’d done had been too much for the man to overlook. Izuku forced himself to give her a shaky smile. “It'll be over soon, I promise," he lied. “Help is on the way.”
He’d tried not to look at her face as he settled himself into a crouch, back pressed against the wall, hidden from view of the entrance to the alley. He hated having to watch them die in places like this. Surrounded by filth and all alone, except for Izuku, here to wait with them until their final breath. Izuku was rarely able to dissuade the man who had raised him from going after anyone, once he’d set his mind to it. This was his way of apologizing for that failure, in the only way he could.
The woman gurgled again, eyes rolling in her head, fingers curling around empty air. Tears were tracing their way down her face, droplets catching in the first hint of laugh lines around her glassy eyes. Her mouth was curling soundlessly around a name, and Izuku felt his breath catch in his chest, and he wondered briefly if his own mother would ever say his name with such a heartbreaking sorrow.
She would be ashamed of him, if she could see him now. Maybe she’d be relieved to be free of the tether around her neck that was having Izuku as a son, if she were to be in the same place as this woman. He swallowed hard, trying to ignore the nausea tightening his throat.
With a final wary glance towards the mouth of the alley, Izuku braced himself and crept slowly forward. Mindful of the blood, he circled until he could settle outside its reach. Then, he reached out and gently took her hand, giving it a slight squeeze. He could feel her pulse fluttering weakly against his fingertips, a final desperate attempt to live.
“It’s okay. You’re safe. I’m here now; you can rest now.”
There was a small return of pressure as she tried to squeeze his hand back. Her eyes, no longer seeing the world around her, slid closed. There was the smallest hint of a relief curling the edges of her mouth as she drew her final breath.
#boku no hero academia#bnha#mha#my hero academia#hero killer stain#izuku midoriya#tgim#The Good In Me fic#My writing
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If you want to write a dumb little story with a dumb little plot and ridiculously silly characters. No one's stopping you. Genuinely, no one should be allowed to stop you. Write that dumb story with your whole heart and don't hold back.
#look I've deleted fics that made me feel awful#There's a time and a place#A good idea will come back to you again#But some things should be given time to settle#writeblr#writing tips#writing#writer advice#writers on tumblr
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i finally finished reading I see you, Sundrop! by @shirajellyfish and IT'S SO GOOD I CAN'T BELIEVE IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO FINISH IT RAAAAAAA
i will be gushing about it in the tags but here's a lil animation i made based on the below paragraph in chapter 6 that gave me such a strong mental image that i had to make it real :)
#fnaf#fnaf sb#fnaf dca#dca fandom#fnaf sun#i see you sundrop#doodle dump#dynamic dump#IT’S SOO GOOD Y’ALL IT’S AWESOME IT MAKES ME AHDKLSLLLFJSL#one of my favorite fics for sure. it ticks off all the boxes of things i like in a story it’s crazy#the way the animatronics are described… their funky ways of thinking…. the sheer amount of detail is just *explosion sounds*#riley leaning hard on ‘how does a good friend act?’ and growing as a person because of it IS EVERYTHING AUUUGH#I LOVE EVERY PART OF IT i will be rereading it so many times forever and ever it’s so GOOOOD!!!#thank you shira for writing and sharing such an awesome creation <3 <3 <3
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whatever you want
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warnings: 18+ only, smut, ab riding, tit fucking, semi public sex, established relationship, cumming in mouth, mentions of future and past sex, lots of talk about rafes muscles, reader is kinda described as having big (or at least decent sized) breasts, lots of banter can these bitches just shut up and fuck oh my goddddd
“again.” you call, almost sounding drunk despite being completely sober.
rafe sighs, rolling his eyes, but the side of his lip quirks up, unable to hide how much he likes your fascination.
rafe flexes again, his arms bulging and pecs tightening. you reach out, smoothing your hands over the hard muscles.
“you're so strong.” you coo, sat on rafes lap despite the hot temperature of the day, which resulted in rafe pulling his shirt off.
"you're acting like you've never seen me shirtless before.” rafe says with a chuckle.
“shh, let me appreciate you.” you shake your head. sure, you've seen him shirtless plenty of times but rafe was bulking up for summer and it caused all his muscles to be deliciously defined.
“alright, whatever.” rafe flexes again, not going to argue too much when he has your hands obsessively touching every part of his body.
your hands move down to his stomach, fingers running over his abs. “if you let me ride your abs, i’d let you do whatever you want to me.”
“you-” rafe places his hands on his hips, sitting up straighter. “you want to ride my abs?”
“yeah.” you nod, quirking your head to the side. “you know, like rub my pussy against them.”
“shit, do it right now.” rafe looks down at your short shorts, barely covering more than your underwear does.
“yes!” you squeal out, hopping up and tugging your bottoms and panties off, not caring that you’re in the backyard and anyone could theoretically come by. “lay back.” you instruct.
rafe lays on the couch, smiling up at you as you climb on top of him. “you’ll have to flex for me as im doing this.” you inform rafe, placing your pussy on his abdomen. “especially your pecs.” you poke his chest.
“you’re such a slut for my body.” rafe chuckles, hands coming to your hips, pushing you further down, feeling your wetness as your thighs spread even more open.
“i can’t help that you’re so sexy.” you shrug, hips starting to move back and forth in a slow rock, carefully building up the pace, wanting to enjoy being sat on his stomach.
you lean forward, placing your hands on his chest for stability, pressing your clit further against his muscles. rafe flexes his muscles and they harden underneath you.
“rafe!” you squeal.
“i guess you like that, huh?” rafes hands squeeze at your hips and lift up, placing you harder back down on his stomach. “oh, you like that too.” he smiles as he bounces you again and you moan out.
“i really like that.” you hum, eyes struggling to stay open with the pleasure, but you want to keep your eyes on rafe beneath you. its rare he lets you take over like this.
you moan as you both bounce, using your knees to go up and down while rafe assists so you don’t get burnt out.
you pull your top off, revealing the bikini top you’re wearing underneath, ready to go swimming whenever you’re done playing with rafe, needing to get in the water on this sweltering day.
“jesus, your tits are perfect.” rafe smiles as he watches your chest bouncing, sitting up to rub his face in between your pushed together breasts, the bikini top holding them tight together.
“not as perfect as yours.” you giggle, hands squeezing at his chest, palms over his nipples.
“don’t call them tits.” rafe rolls his eyes as he lays back, head against the cushion.
“well, whatever you wanna call them, i fucking love your muscles. your pecs-” you squeeze your hands again, digging into his soft flesh until rafe flexes and they harden. “your biceps-” you move your hands, and rafe flexes again, his muscles bulging. “your abs.” this time you press your pussy down, rubbing against the contours and ridges.
“you’re lucky that you offered to let me do whatever i want to you otherwise i wouldn’t have agreed to this.” rafe smirks.
“oh yeah?” you raise an eyebrow. “what are you gonna do to me?” there’s truly nothing rafe could do to your body that wouldn’t bring you pleasure, you glow just under his attention alone.
“fuck your tits.” rafe smirks, eyes moving down from your face to your chest. “as soon as your done, right here for anyone to see.”
“damn, you could do anything and you don’t want to fuck my asshole or tie me up?” you laugh, expecting something more from rafe.
“you’d let me do all that whenever anyways.” rafe pushes your hips down, grinding you against him. you moan and lean forward, your hands coming back to rafes chest.
“keep doing that.” you whimper, eyes sliding closed as your mouth drops open, moans filling the air and being carried away by the wind.
rafe keeps moving, the veins in his forearm flexing as your wetness spreads over his abs, coating them in your slick, allowing your pussy to drag even easier.
“im-im close.” you warn, swallowing thickly.
rafe grunts and increases his hold, tightening his grip on your hips so you can’t slip loose, grinding you down as he flexes his abs, the hardness rubbing against your clit making you moan out, body falling forward as you cum hard, shaking as rafe lets up on you, hands loosening and moving to rub your back.
“fuck.” you whine, snuggling into his chest, letting your hips drop down, feeling rafes hardness pressing against your stomach.
rafe starts to move as you cry out, not ready to do anything more than close your eyes and feel his warmth against your cheek.
“come on, brat.” rafe chuckles. “i wanna fuck your tits while you’re all spaced out from your orgasm. you know i love you like this.”
you hum a sound thats close enough to agreement that rafe flips you so you’re underneath him, laying on your back on the couch as he stands.
“you’re so gorgeous like this.” rafe says as he undoes his belt buckle, then pushing his pants and underwear down, his hard cock popping up.
“wanna taste.” you whine, eyes still droopy.
“nope.” rafe shakes his head. “we made a deal. i know you like to taste me, but im fucking your tits. take your top off.”
rafe pulls at the strings of your bikini, flinging it away to reveal your pink nipples to the sunlight.
“fine, but will you at least cum a little in my mouth?” you pout as rafe kneels on either side of you, glad that the outdoor couch is big enough for all of these activities.
“sure, baby.” rafe chuckles, just another way of showing how desperate you are for him.
rafes hands land on your tits, palms rubbing on your nipples, feeling them harden against his palms, not unlike when he was flexing his muscles for you earlier.
rafes hands move to the sides of your breasts, pushing them together. “god, you look so fuckable right now.”
“yeah? gonna fuck me later then? maybe out on the boat hm? after you’re done with my tits?”
“the boat, the bed, the counter, the shower, im gonna have you everywhere.” rafe bends down to press a kiss to the tip of your nose.
you smile up at him, a lazy, tired smile. rafe angles his hips down, the head of his cock pushing against the underside of your tits before slipping in between them.
“oh!” your eyebrows raise, surprised at the unusual feeling, but certainly not disliking it as he begins to move back and forth.
“shit.” rafe grunts. “fuck.”
you swat rafes hands away, pressing your tits together for him. rafe leans forward, hands landing on either side of your neck, his face contorted in pleasure directly over yours.
you look down, eyes watching the head of rafes cock appearing and disappearing between your breasts.
“this is- this is fucking good.” rafe grunts, moving faster. “im- im not gonna last very long.”
you stick your tongue out, rafes cock just long enough to hit it with the tip of his cock as he thrusts. you relish the taste, pulling your tongue back into your mouth every couple thrusts to spread the taste.
“thats it, baby.” rafe moans, one hand moving to your mouth, two fingers pulling at the side of your lip, spreading your mouth wider.
you moan out, tongue open and ready for his cum. rafe fucks forward as fast as he can, just like he does your pussy when you spread your legs wide for him.
“cumming.” rafe manages to say as he surges forward, burying his cock in your mouth as his hand wraps around his length, stroking up and down as he reaches his high, cum spurting into your mouth as you happily swallow.
rafe moans slowly die out and become quieter until hes pulling out of your mouth. “get up my legs are about to give out.” he says quickly, and you barely slide off the couch before he collapses.
you giggle and climb on top of him, pressing kisses to his cheek as his chest heaves up and down.
“im guessing you liked that.” you rub your thumb over his bottom lip.
“yeah.” rafe smiles, his eyes sliding shut.
“so, boat ride now?”
“jesus, woman give me a second.” rafe laughs, pulling you into a gentle kiss.
#TWO FICS IN ONE DAY EVERYONE CHEERED#EVERYONE SAY GO CASSIE#EVERYONE SAY GOOD JOB CASSIE#EVERYONE COMPLIMENT ME RIGHT NOW#rafe smut#rafe cameron smut#obx smut#outer banks smut#rafe fic#rafe fanfic#rafe fanfiction#rafe cameron fic#rafe cameron fanfic#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe x you#rafe x y/n#rafe x oc#rafe x reader#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron x y/n#rafe cameron x oc#rafe cameron x reader#rafe imagine#rafe drabble#rafe blurb#rafe one shot#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron blurb#rafe cameron drabble#rafe cameron one shot
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As a writer, I love going back through the comments I've gotten on AO3. I promise that the minute you take of your time has been appreciated for hours/months/years
#I still get comments on a fic I wrote about??? 5 years ago?? and it means so much to me#It's also genuinely such a nice boost of confidence#It's really easy as humans to dismiss anything old of yours as bad#But it makes me happy knowing I've improved#Your comment saying I'm a good writer based on that? Oh BAYBEE it's been constant practice since then
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There was always a certain shift that happened in Batman whenever he talked to kids that were hurt or scared. He would speak more softly, maybe even kneel down in front of them to personally assure them that they were safe now.
My first piece for this year's @batfam-big-bang! This is a scene from the incredible fic by @fullmetalninjabunny called 'Soft Words Left Unspoken' which you can find here <- 🦇 I had a blast working on this! Thank you so much for having me and also thank you to the mods for a great event <3
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An image of Tim Drake as Robin and Bruce Wayne as Batman inside the Batcave. Both characters have their masks off. Tim is sitting on top of a medical bed and is looking to the side with tears streaming down his face. Bruce kneels down in front of him, looking troubled. He is holding Tim’s Mask in his right hand. In the foreground are four boxed captions with the following text, “It wasn’t Batman who was there anymore, but Bruce Wayne. Not the vigilante that had lost a protégé, but the man who has lost his son.”
#batfam big bang 2024#tim drake#bruce wayne#batman#robin#dc comics#my art#digital art#okay but seriously I love me some good old whump and hurt/comfort#and if you do too then check out the fic!! 🔫
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I don't know who needs to hear this, but as a creator -
I am fine with "the audience" -
downloading my fics
printing my fics
copy/pasting or screenshotting my fics
sharing your saved copy of my fics with anyone else who might want them in the unlikely but never impossible case that my fics are no longer available on ao3
making a book of my fic(s) and running your fingers across the pages while lovingly whispering my precioussss
doing these things with anything I create for fandom, such as meta, headcanons, au nonsense like 'texts from the brodinsons,' etc
I am not fine with "the audience"
doing any of the above with the purpose/intent of plagiarizing my work or passing it off as their own in any capacity
feeding my work into ai for any reason whatsoever
Save the fandom things. Preserve the fandom things. Respect the fandom things.
Enjoy the fandom things.
#fanfic#ao3#archive of our own#fandom things#tumblr things#i may have said this at some point#i'm sure i have#but whatever - just in case#i don't say this with the presumption that i'm so amazing and people are clamoring to save my fics#but just if anyone is so inclined that's all#ftr i don't intend on ever removing my fics from ao3 or deleting fandom things from this blog#i've always shared my fandom things with the intent of keeping them shared bc that's the whole point of posting#but the fandom atmosphere and ao3 constantly being under attack who knows what can happen#not that this applies to anyone but should all else fail you can also reach out to me and i will personally give you a copy#at least of fics bc i save everything#not so much the tumblr things but this is a good reminder to myself that i should do that for the things i care about#that i've made or done and only posted here#anyway sorry i have now used up my quota of the putting words into sentences doing for today#i have plans to stare into the void now
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That was actually a good deed, Jason.
Jason Todd walked over to Bruce Wayne scrolling through photos on his phone. He tapped the man on the shoulder.
Jason: You want baby pictures of Damian?
Bruce spat out his coffee in shock. Jason chuckled.
Jason: You have to pay me.
Bruce (frantic): You better not be lying to me because if you have baby pictures of him I will pay you whatever price you ask.
Jason: Um okay I have about 10 I can give you now so $10,000 for each one.
Bruce: Stay there, gotta get my phone and I'll transfer the funds to your bank account.
Bruce ran out of the room leaving Jason Todd with Alfred watching the entire interaction, impressed.
Alfred: Jason, how did you get baby pictures?
Jason: Remember, I knew about his existence before Bruce ever did. I visited the kid for the first 9 years before Bruce found out about him. Talia paid me to take photos of him for memories.
Alfred: That's very wholesome of you.
Jason (confused): I said Talia paid me.
Alfred: Money or not, you did a good deed. Now Master Bruce can have a few photos and trust me, he's been begging Talia for baby pictures for years. Be proud of yourself.
Jason smiled.
Jason: I appreciate you saying that.
Alfred: I mean every word of it. You're welcome.
#batfamily#batfamily chronicles#batman#jason todd#batfamily shenanigans#bruce wayne#talia and damian#damien and jason#damian wayne#batfamily headcanons#headcanon batfamily#batfamily wholesome#bruce paying jason for the pictures of his son is a headcanon I fully agree with#alfred pennyworth keeping the family together#alfred pennyworth#microfiction#batfamily comedy#script fic#batfamily fanfiction#batfamily feels#batdad#dc robin#batkids#jason todd and bruce wayne#jason todd can do good things#me depicting Jason doing something kind in my headcanon upset someone and it's like#i'm not sure what to tell haters like that I'm not depicting Jason as a weaker man#lol don't like don't read over sending hate but I know not everyone is like this#flash fiction#part of my batfamily flash fiction
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The Rehabilitation of Death by @bamsara
didnt have time to clean this like i wanted but i needed to get this scene out of my head desperately. im good now
#rubulart#trod au#cotl#cult of the lamb#narilamb#cotl narinder#cotl lamb#cotl fanart#comic#im done making cotl art now i promise im going back to work#i took a hard detour bc its been like years since a fic has interested me this much#or a game#but i beat the main story on my new save so im good on that for a while#long post#cw blood#cw violence
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fem hilson is attacking my brain like they're seagulls and i happened to bring food to the beach,,,
and in regard to my original fem hilson post where i mentioned that wilson for sure had an impulsive pixie cut that she very much regretted:
women,,,,
#to the people who follow me for star trek- dont worry i will go back to that!! i just needed a moment for these fellas#fem hilson#hilson yuri#genderbent hilson#genderbend#hilson#house md#house md fanart#fanart#art#if anyone knows of any good genderbent hilson fics where they're BOTH women (not just one) i would love to hear your recommendations
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"Okay." Danny slowly laid the already cold body back onto the table, ready to slide back it into the refuge of cold storage. "Okay. Dead guy. Stay there."
The body didn't move.
"Fantastic. Now. Hang out while I pour the embalming fluid into the pump, alright? It should only be a minute."
And it usually did; working in a funeral home wasn't extremely glamorous, but it paid the bills, and Danny had already been used to the rhyme and rhythm of negotiating death with the public by the time he sent in his mortuary school application. It had been a transition that made sense. And in the end, the degree had only cost him a few extra years post-graduation and a little dig into student loans, and now Danny had a stable 12-8 job and health insurance valid in the state of new jersey.
Today, though, the pump had that decided enough was enough. With a bang and a boom, the pump spat out a cloud of smoke and clunked uncomfortably.
The dead body sat up.
Danny scrambled over to push it back down. "No. We talked about this. Dead people don't move. If you want to stay here and have me put you back together all the time, you have to stay put. Got it?"
Whatever the weird gold-eye corpses were on in Gotham, they at least listened to him on occasion. They weren't ghosts, per se— they never pinged on any of the ghost detection devices Mom and Dad had packed in his going-away-to-college bag— but they were, despite being occasionally animate, perfectly deceased.
Weird. Danny had never gotten used to it. Still, they came in droves, too eager to sit on the top of the basement stairwell and lurk in the corners and stare endlessly at them with their weird, avian eyes, and sometimes they heralded the arrival similarly weird-ass bodies that had lost their heads or their arms or their limbs through the more conventional channels.
"I'm losing too much thread to all y'all coming in all the time," Danny complained to the dead body, who, at the moment, was the only person present to blame. "Stop getting your limbs cut off. This stuff is expensive, you know. It's a specialty order."
The body didn't even have the courtesy to blink. Rude.
"At least let them bury you this time. Every time one of you darts off when my back's turned, my boss thinks I'm stealing corpses. My coworkers think I'm building my own Frankenstein or something."
The corpse neither verbalized nor blinked, but Danny hadn't expected it to; with a sigh, he rolled the corpse back into cold storage, locked its little door (not that locking it in had ever stopped it) and called it quits for the night.
It's not like anyone was paying him for the extra hours anyway.
The whole fic on ao3
#I'm very pro Danny accidentally adopts a whole bunch of Talons#people have definitely done it before but this scene came to me in a vision#a horrible caffeinated vision#could absolutely be an excuse for#talon!dick#talons#dp x dc#faer fic#dpxdc#dcxdp#talon!au#dcu crossover#death tw#well. the funeral industry anyway#medical tw#just in case#corpse tw#¯\_(ツ)_/¯#free to a good home
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Rewatching the 2009 movie and couldn’t get this idea out of my head
Rip Gaila I HAVE JUST BEEN INFORMED SHE SURVIVES IN YHE AOS COMICS!! YIPPIE
#Gaila is so cute to me#I know he only got with her to hack the Kobayashi Maru#but we’re pointedly ignoring that#I have a spirk fic idea where they went from fwbs to good friends#did you know Vulcans are immune to Orion pheromones?#did you Also know that whoever shares a telepathic mating bond with a Vulcan is also immune?😏#my art#james t kirk#gaila#star trek aos#kelvin timeline#james kirk#star trek fanart#kirk fanart
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People sorting ao3 solely by stats and only clicking on fics with a certain amount of kudos or comments, you will not survive the winter, nor the summer, nor at all, *brings out knife,* run
#ao3#fanfiction#because if everyone thinks like that then so many fics that might be great get buried and fall into the void#someone has to read it with no hits or kudos#not to mention sometimes people just have wildly different tastes so you don't know unless you look at it yourself#i put a bunch of exclusion filters and then go by summary and tags and open all the ones that sound interesting to me#if they're bad well easy enough to move on#but lotta good ones hidden in there with not a comment in sight and i must change that#knife tw#?#tw knife mention
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who are YOU to judge AI art? you do know artificial intelligence has the capability to be sentient and possess a soul, right?
one day, many years from now, when the robots rightfully fight for their own rights as conscious beings with souls, people like you are gonna be looked at as examples of hateful bigots who were on the wrong side of history.
do better, aiphobe.
no i think i’ll continue being a hater just this once 😎
#also for the life of me i can’t find where we posted about ai art??#like yeah i agree it’s bad i hate it but when did we post this ???#anyway ai art and ai fics bad#ai has some good uses but that’s not one of them#not a tag#from saph
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SO IVE BEEN GOIN INSANE SINCE THIS TRAILER DROPPED. JUST. SIMON. SIMON. SIMON.
#simon petrikov#fionna and cake#adventure time#goin insane over him#thers no words to describe how im feelin#i wish i could draw somehtin better but i am goin INSANE#FINALLY. AFTER ALL THESE YEARS. we are being FED.#ALSO?? HOW THEY SHOWED HIM EXACTLY WHEN THE LYRICS GO ''WHATS WRONG WITH ME'. LIKE HELLO???????#ive seen so many good theories PLEASE GOD WRITE FICS I AM BEGGIN I LL DRAW U FANART BLS HEL P#IDK WOT IM GONNA DO FOR A WHOLE MONTH#SOMEONE KNOCK ME OUT TIL THE 31ST. HIBERNATE ME. HELP.#also i need to put it out there the first thing i thought when i saw this trailer was simon is tryina rewrite fionna and cake#which is why their world keeps changin so much? idk idk#ive seen so many different ideas and they are all so good please help#ALSO GOD. THIS MAN IS JUST GOIN THRU IT. AND ITS ONLY BEEN A QUICK TRAILER.#im sorry for so many tags idk where to put these help#maybe i should make an actual blog for like. whatever. n reblogs. help.
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puttin‘ on the ritz
From the fic puttin‘ on the ritz by @moonyinpisces. Seriously its a crime I didn‘t make art for it sooner give I’ve loved it forever. (Or maybe not because now my art skills are better :P)
Done during the real, real love discord paint‘n‘sip event where all artists drew the same reference.
#the opulent pillar murdered me a little#good omens#good omens fanart#crowley#aziraphale#ineffable husbands#aziracrow#goodomens#art#good omens 2#vavoomart#fic rec#roaring 20s#1920 aziracrow#1920s fashion#jc leyendecker#leyendecker study#leyendecker inspired#art nouveau
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